Menelya, the 53rd day of Tuilë
Has it truly been four days since I last opened these pages? Yet another enquië is nearly past, though it seems only yesterday that I rode into Imladris, tired and dusty, accompanied by my colleagues from Lindon. So much has happened in such a short span of days. Lord Erestor was most pleased with the results of my research in Lindon, and kept me late in his study last evening discussing the progress on the catalogue of documents. He has given me an entirely new set of duties in the library, as if tying up the ends of my work in Lindon were not enough to keep me occupied!
The feast this evening was a welcome diversion from all that book-work. The house of Bar-en-Vanimar convened in the Hall of Fire, where one of the lords (I cannot remember his name, perhaps Lord Anglachelm or Lord Estarfin?) announced the lists for the tourney. Music, song, and plenty of refreshments filled the hall, and I felt almost at home - or at least as comfortable as I could reasonably be, with my hair bound up stiffly and wearing a new dress that Naneth had made me.
After much feasting and merriment, Lord Anglachelm summoned Laurelindo the minstrel and Ambassador Parnard forward, awarding to each the title of Lord of Vanimar. Parnard’s expression of astonishment when Lord Anglachelm announced his promotion was priceless. The Ambassador is a most amusing personality, with an sharp wit and uncanny knowledge of the goings-on in the Valley. Lord Laurelindo is entirely different, rather soft-spoken and a capable minstrel as well. I was glad to hear that he had been promoted to leader of the Order of the Harp, for I am sure he will prove to be a kind and considerate leader.
The entire valley will surely be abuzz with news of the tourney in the coming enquië. In the meantime, I shall be buried in my books for the next few days, for Lord Erestor has required a report of my studies in Lindon, as well as an outline of the work I wish to pursue in the coming years. Though I would prefer not to do so much writing, I am truly glad of the time I spent in Lindon. There is no feeling like standing on ruins that have seen Ages pass, or looking out across the sea toward the isle which used to be the proud fortress of Himring.
I wish I could be at the tourney, merely to watch the prowess of the Hammer lords and cheer on my friends. I know Dolthafaer will be participating in both the melee and archery competitions, as well as Sargiel. It is easier to feel at home among the lords and ladies of Vanimar with friends such as these. At least my thoughts will be with them during the next few days, while I sit in my study and finish those reports.
