Elf

Tuaran meets Berandon and Isilmewen in the Hall of Fire. Stories are exhanged, a map is discussed, and a new friendship is made.

doodle of Morielen

One winter I received an errand to ride up into the Misty Mountains to deliver a set of books to a warden camped up in the High Pass. I think he was feeling lonely and wanted something to read, or that's what I thought he sounded like in the letter he'd sent by bird to Imladris in late September. I took with me some fresh berry-pies to cheer him up. I think he's a distant cousin, so it'd be only proper to show some extra consideration.

I think I mentioned once that I'm not very good with instruments. Once I was determined to learn to play even something properly, so I thought I'd go practice in the middle of the night near a waterfall so nobody would be disturbed by any noise I might be making Turned out the walls in the back of the Last Homely House are rather thin, so that was the last time I was ever allowed to touch a Moor Cowbell.

Last week I found a strange silver ring lying on the ground. It's very small and so thin and delicate you can hardly even see it. There is a tiny green gem set into the ring - oddly enough it was the gem which caught my attention, and I only noticed the actual ring when I picked it up and held it in the light. The ring looks quite clean and it was resting on a small pile of leaves, so it can't have been there for long. I wonder who it belongs to..?

Hunters are up with the sun... although this night I slept little, as I was waiting for my dear spouse.

Holding aloft the elf-stone in one of the caves in Trollshaws.

I must confess - I have never been particularly skilled at musical instruments. I can sing and dance to some degree, but I'll never reach the level of my cousin - she is truly a master of song and dance, harp and lute.