Another Day in Rivendell

On the hour of the songs, Nindis found herself surrounded by good company. Many from the Golden Wood and of the wanderers were now in  the Valley, sharing much and finding their lost memories and tales in each other. Then there was also a company of the Naugrim, making noise enough to awaken a whole forest. She wondered, perhaps their ears had gone somehow deaf from all the tingling in the forges ? Never the less, the chaotic growls were certainly mingling with the night's gatherings and merriments. Nindis smirked and gazed at the musicians playing by the Fires. She longed for them to sing and play about Luthien, the most vivid visions to be granted and memory restored. Then her musing was cut off by the growling laughter of the dwarves who began to sang about ale, for they had rejoiced greatly in the ale served in the Hall today. Then her mind caught another taught that, the songs and tales of the Elves were designed to keep the memories alive and recurring while others - dwarves in this case- were solely anchored in the hour. Her gaze wandered towards the fire and she remembered motion. All is in the ever-flow and the elves were the masters of immortality, weaving the Past and the Future in the eternal present, she taught. Yet her meditative thinking was still being cut by laughters and merrily heightened voices. It was a crowded evening and she would need to find a calmer chamber for meditation, it seemed.