This great hall echoes of bygone conversations. As if you can almost you can hear voices from the past.. You sense recent events, at the same time ancient ones. But it only makes you solemn when you enter the Halls, nothing more...The Halls are peaceful, a nice place to be. You are alone, but yet not..
The interior is impressive; it also reflects a warm glow from the fire from the three fireplaces. It always makes me warm and safe.
Tonight I met Earinlin to talk and catch up..We have had some silent days. Winter is all around us, and the travelling Eldar seem to have settled down for the winter.. Not many seek the journey to the West. The cold air is hard to breath and the road is weary. But still we watch the roads around us, in case we encounter some travellers..Although it was very welcoming to hear that a company of the Mithdirith has now reached the Vale..
In Lin Giliath, Galvathalion, Ellethgil, Hwethlenn, Cirdamir, Hallothel and Istuir. parted in company with Alfiriel, Faelach, Aearandir and Curugirion whom chose to go home to Lindon for the Winter and to their families and friends.. Some though are still not off-duty. Lady Hwethlenn is still under Lord Istuir’s strict regime of trainin before she is ready for her blues. Of yet I have not met her, but rumours have said she is a very eager and enthusiastic young Elleth, keen to learn and be a Warden of the Mithdirith. Istuir on the other hand rarely allow amusement and social joyments, as he is very focused on the tasks he has in front of himself. I doubt he will let Hwethlenn rest. The Sages Galvathalion and Ellethgil has their own tasks, but it seems to me they have settled down and are ready to rest for the winter.. But I do believe they will use the winter to study/read and make themselves ready for the tasks that await them in spring.. Cirdamir I heard will spend time with his fair Lady, Turuviel.. Hallothel I have yet to meet, I do not know much about her.. I have seen her from afar scouting to the West..
Tonight Earinlin and myself finally met Lady Hwethlenn, the young fair Elleth, with her hair in disorder and charming freckles.. It gives her a natural, fresh and sweet look. Very unlike other Elleth’s with their pale and perfect appearance.. She encountered our little group. Earinlin and myself met two Ellons named Giliathon and Osilivren. They had just been scouting the mountain to the North, and expressed their worries about leaderless goblins bands wandering beyond their usual boundries. Earinlin was eager for more news so they had a long conversation. I notices Hwethlenn from a far, in a blue dress, carefully approaching us in a shy manner.. She immediately got the attention, and the two Ellons were fast to greet her.. We were introduced to each other.. the rumours I heard seemed to be true, she is very sweet.. Although I noticed her hand, it seemed to be wounded, and bruised. I did not ask her further as to what had happened, since I felt it polite to let herself explain, if she wished.
The two Ellon seemed to very polite, and were quick to notice Hwethlenn's injured hand and they immediately offered her aid, by using a certain fish-oil, that made her cry out because of the smell. I could not help smile and laugh of her spontaneous reactions.. Giliathon seemed very wise so I am sure he knew what he was doing, when he applied this salve of oil on her hand....
This led us into a merry evening with wine, stories and I even started to play my harp.. Everything seemed to be perfect.. Until he came..
An echo from a door slamming reached us from afar, at first I couldn’t see the figure that approached us. I then noticed a very tall elf with dark hair, His eyes were glowing dark, and he rushed towards us.. Out of surprise I stopped playing. The voices and the sounds from glasses faded. He spoke with an authoritative voice.. Hwethlenn!
She looked at him, the bright glance her eyes suddenly disappeared. He questioned her, as he did not understand why she was in the Hall.. Then I remember that some said she was not off duty yet.. She was still under a strict period of training, and I suppose she was not allowed to be here.. I immediately felt sorry for her.
She raised her hand, and showed him her wounds, he did not bother to even look at it .. She asked if she could at least have a couple of days off, to let the wound heal.. But he shoke his head;-'No. Tomorrow we must depart!' The enthusiastic glow in her eyes, that made her so sweet, vanished!. It was almost like she asked.. Please? I looked at Istuir, and I could see he was hiding his pain, he simply replied ‘Make yourself ready, tomorrow we will depart and continue your training’.. I wanted to defend her, help her.. But I did not dare.. I looked at Earinlin, he was right...Istuir is not someone to argue with on matters like this.. His countenance and his presence gave you fair warning to not interfere.
Then he left, determined, he did not say Farewell even, he simply politely nodded his head to all and left as swiftly as he arrived.. Hwethlenn looked down. The gathering of amusement and merrymaking abruptly brought to an end... Giliathon said in a supportive tone, that her hand probably would be healed till tomorrow as a comfort..
I also spoke about my last training session before I got the blues, that they were very hard and merciless the days before.. So it should mean she would ready very soon as an encouragement. Then she surprisingly spoke highly about her mentor, as she meant it from her heart.. Then she left..
Myself and the others were standing there, alone.. the Halls seemed even more silent than ever..
