Tuilérie frowns, eyes thinning, as she surveys the floor panels of the stage beneath her feet. A small crease grows between her brows, and, she bends down to test one of the panels with her hand that seem to have come loose. She nods silently to herself. The Lord of the House, Anglachelm, was not wrong in his assessment of the condition of the woodwork, it was in desperate need of repair.
The Grand Elven Ball was over a month old now, and no one had cared to check how the stage had fared. How the woodwork had held out during the heavy use of the many musicians was a mystery to her.
The Grand Elven Ball had been a success, many visitors, music and dancing, and a lot of refreshments. She had not been present, Tuilérie cared little for such social gatherings, even if she liked to dance. She had served the escort duty of guests beneath Captain Saranassë directions, and once that was done, she had withdrawn.
A couple of nights ago she had been called upon to present herself before the Lord of the House in the Hall of Fire. She rarely goes there, but now word had come through Lady Ealendil that a carpenter was in need.
Tuilérie hadn’t undertaken a work of this size for some time. Ladrochar had commissioned her last fall when the stables need new roofing. Usually she was often away at the orders of Captain Saranassë, but when times were quieter, she did accept did this kind of work, she loved to work with wood, and many were times she had ben called upon the Harp to repair and condition wooden instruments
Nolandur, close by her side, wags his tail happily and wanders off sniffing at every corner of the main hall.
Maedhrathin yawns loudly, slumped on the floor by the fire. He had chanced upon her as she had approached the main house, and out of curiosity accompanied her. Tuilérie raises an eyebrow, and looks up at him, tilting her head to the side. She doesn't know him that well. He is the companion of Lady Ealendil, and it seemed they had been together forever. He was good with animals, Nolandur accepted him, and lay down next to his side. Tuilérie was glad she had decided to gift him that pup the kennel-master had told her about, mastiff pup that had been abandoned. It would keep him company and keep him safe she hoped.
Tuilérie wonders… those two, Lady Ealendil and Maedhrathin, had known each other for a long time now, and both held warm feelings to each other, that much was obvious, despite what they said. Tuilérie was not familiar with the story, but they had apparently met during the Fornost campaign following Lord Círdan, and had thereafter been inseparable.
She wondered when they would ever exchange wows. She had dared to ask Lady Ealendil that one day, and had been met with a mischievous playful smile and a soft laughter. Ealendil had simply stated that now is not the time, but come spring…
Tuilérie sighs, attention shifting back again to the work at hand, ever the practical one. Silently she counts on her fingers, and measures the need of replacement wood… Nodding to herself, she arrives at the conclusion that even if the stage is in a dreadful condition, the work needed is not that great, and the quantity of wood, though costly it is, can be kept at a minimum. She laughs softly, thinking how clever she is. This is indeed her realm.
Nolandur yawns, and protests silently, he is used to his mistress getting lost in the working of wood, and settles down to doze off little…
