While enjoying the last summers' breeze, watching the stars come out as the sun lazily disembarked from it's high position in the sky, the rustling noises of silk dresses and tunics began to settle. It was a wonderful eve, full of the fresh and warm scents of flowers in their last bloom, the slowly dissipating warmth of the setting sun, and the murmur of excited onlookers.
One of the joys and pride of Vanimar, Lindamar, was performing this eve. Bringing relief and merriment to all who would engage. As she looked around at the different faces who had gathered, she smiled. It was quite the crowd, and of all walks of life. Many sat comfortably in the grass, looking up to hail a friend arriving just as the concert was about to begin. Some already preparing to dance and energetically tipping on their toes in doing so.
Tingruviel let her hand touch the grass, where she was sitting, smiling to the fellows beside her, all waiting in anticipation as the band members gathered their instruments. Fine-tuning was not necessary, it seemed. Lindamar was known for their skill and how well prepared they were. She though to herself how dashing their garb was, so many details that seemed different, yet with similar colors, they brought them together, as if they were all leaves in a pond, from the same tree yet different branches, floating around in harmony.
So it began, the story of how the elves came together and united their forces after Mereth Aderthad. The journey there had been frought with terror, but the enemy had valiantly been fought back. For a moment she sent a thought to her former ambassadors from all those divisions of the elves, who managed to overcome the strife and begin a common cause.
As the night went on, many danced to the music in various stiles, while others concentrated on the lyrics. As always, the songs were filled with great detail, depicting the events as though they unfolded in front of their eyes. It was quite the tale, and a couple of times she had to remind herself that this was the past, as it was so easy to get swept up in the story-telling.
Hirumildir joined them eventually, and as the night grew nearer to dawn, the last tune slowly faded out, and a hurricane of fireworks lit the sky. The roaring cheers and smattering of clapping hands seemed to never end. She stood up, proud of all the work her kinsmen had put into the concert, and made a point of telling them so as the crowd dispersed. Some parted earlier than others, though many lingered to thank the band for a marvelous performance. It had been another inspiring evening, one Tingruviel hoped could be enjoyed again soon.
As she returned to her office, after a rejuvenating stroll through the valley with Elvealin, she took up her pen yet again. The preparations for the annual Grand elven ball was underway, and there was much to be done. Many hands had lifted the event to new heights through the years, and many a guest had been welcomed to join in the merriment. Come to think of it, she thought to herself. was this not very similar to the joining of forces after Mereth Aderthad? It had after all been a great celebration, of good succeeding to vanquish the evil. Another year of coming together, of rejoicing with friends and allies. She could not wait!
