Quest:In Memory of the Lost

In Memory of the Lost
Level	60
Type	Solo
Starts with	Cúbenn
Starts at	Telain Neduil
Start Region	Lothlórien
Map Ref	[14.9S, 66.4W]
Ends with	Núrelleth
Ends at	Telain Glorelloth
End Region	Caras Galadhon
Map Ref	[16.3S, 67.4W]
Quest Group	Lothlórien

Quest Chain
[60] In Memory of the Lost [60] Upon the Lonely Bank

Walkthrough & Notes
Núrelleth is at Telain Glorelloth [16.3S, 67.4W]

Rewards
28  35   Increased Reputation with Galadhrim ( 700 )  Lothlórien Gold Leaf

Quest Text

Bestowal dialogue 'Do you have a moment, <name>? I am a fletcher, and it is my duty to fashion arrows for the quivers of the Galadhrim. I have done this for many a year, and my shafts have been the doom of many an Orc. But I recently finished an arrow different from all the rest. 'My friend Faengris, with whom I learned the craft of bow-making and arrow-fletching, was recently slain by a company of Orcs that came down from the Misty Mountains. When the sharp pains of grief lessened somewhat, I set to making an arrow of such bite that it could kill a marching line of Orcs with one shot when fired from a quality bow. 'This arrow in memory of Faengris may be some small comfort to his widow, Núrelleth. Bring it to her that she may see that the Orcs will pay for his death. She can often be found on Telain Glorelloth, where the flets extend over the encircling hedge.' Background Cúbenn has crafted an arrow in memory of Núrelleth's husband Faengris, slain by Orcs. Objective 1 Bring the Vengeance Arrow to Núrelleth Núrelleth can be found on Telain Glorelloth, where the flets extend over the hedge that encircles Caras Galadhon. Cúbenn has given you the arrow he crafted in memory of Núrelleth's slain husband Faengris. Núrelleth: Núrelleth takes the arrow from you and examines it sadly. 'It is most kind of Cúbenn to have worked so long on this arrow in memory of my husband, <name>. Their friendship was very important to Faengris, and he spoke often of Cúbenn's skill at bow-making and arrow-fletching. Faengris....' Her fingers trace the pattern of the fletching, and she no longer seems aware of your presence. After a moment, Núrelleth looks up again. 'This is a fine arrow indeed, <name>, but Faengris would not want it wasted on the Orcs.'