Caranthir had been enjoying his midday ride, it was a nice relief from all the stress of work- with trades and trying to maintain diplomatic... understanding with his damnable cousins... The ride was a good way to let his thoughts wonder.

Though as he continued, he saw you sitting there making the Lord of Thargelion frown before he pulled his horse to a stop in front of you, from what he could tell- you were wounded. The way that you held your ankle and the face that you were making said everything he needed to know about your condition.

Most think ill of the 4th Son of Feanaro- rash, ill-tempered, manipulative even. But most glossed over his ability to be diplomatic, and the fairness in which he doled out to those who caused no harm, even when on his land and unknown.

"Hail, it appears you are injured." Caranthir says as he looks down at you, his horse a little antsy as he realized how far out you were from the safety of Thargelion's city.

"It is dangerous to be out here in the open, come let me get you back to Thargelion for healing." Caranthir says with a sigh as he dismounts his horse to approach you.