Nethaellas

The ellyth sway gracefully along with the flowers in time with the music.

The elves gather again, once they have planted their alfirin, lissuin, mallos, seregon, and uilos flower seeds all around the meadow. They will wait in anticipation for their blooms to arrive during the rest of spring and summer.

The fine raiment of the elves gathered to celebrate Nost-na-Lothion, the Birth of Flowers, are as brightly colored as the blooming flowers that surround them.

Yet in its time a spring of wondrous glory melted the skirts of those white mantles and the valley drank the waters and burst into flowers. So came and passed with revelry of children the festival of Nost-na-Lothion or the Birth of Flowers.

Another day in Duillond.

Many have arrived for the market, from the north, from the east and from the south...

Vanyariel, Aeriaeth and one lady Tinnwen converse in the background while a dwarf whose acquaintance Glorendir did not have the pleasure of making has a look at the nearby stalls. 

Lady Nethaellas and lord Celebringon chat nearby while Master Havold shows Glorendir the fine drawing and writing supplies of his own making. He decides to take the opportunity and refill his depleted supplies, purchasing a pair of sturdy blank books and two sets of pens. The two agree to meet in a month's time to share a good drink and food aplenty!

As the sound of stalls being set up, and the chattering of elves and dwarves bargaining for the best prices overtook the area, Glorendir stood by the bridge at Duillond, greeting those newly arrived to the market. Right behind the three elves, Master Gwinglaer, the Lampwright, readies his goods. 

Elves at the market admire the craftsmanship of the reading lamp that hir Gwinglaer has crafted for Master Havold, the dwarf.