They where getting more often as of late.

Orc attacks, surprise ambushes or all out skirmishes that plagued Rivendell and it's surrounding lands. The East road was becoming unsafe for those who didn't know who to defend themselves. Mist was lucky enough that she didn't have to leave the safety of Rivendell's halls and therefore was not at any risk from these invasions. It sent a shiver through her spine at the thought of laying eyes on another Orc again.

She had been quieter than she usually was, if that was even possible, today. She did her best to focus on the work that she was doing, taking count of the stock they had left in the healers storage room. They where low, on a lot of essentials that would be needed in the days to come, hopefully, there would be a delivery of supplies soon and they would be able to restock. Things that where usually in abundance like poppy used for coughs and colds as rare as they where for Elves and primrose for inducing a natural sleep. Wintergreen was another herb they where low on, it was often used for wounds and there had been more of them recently than they expected.

The young Elf sighs softly and puts the paper she was keeping count on down, she's finished with the stock count now and just has to wait and see if the delivery would arrive today or not, hopefully it would. She couldn't help people if she didn't have the herbs and means to do so, that would surely send her in to a spiral of darkness.

A noise from across the hall made her lift her head from the floor, she stood up and waited to see if it was the Elf and the delivery that she was looking for.