Tuilerie

For the hundredth time, Tuilérie goes through her light pack, the bedroll, and spare supplies. "Lembas", she thinks to herself, and nods. And there is the map of Eregion, safely rolled and carefully stowed away in a water-proof case, as well as her fishing rod. She pats Nolandur gently on his head, who follows her around, tail wagging without cease, sniffing at everything.

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.

One evening last Ethuil, a few of elves present in Imladris, gather in the Pillar Hall of Bar-en-Vanimar, for a night of Narn-i-Eldhrim, where those who are present may share memories or stories from the past.

Apart from Tuilerie, others were present as well, such as Camalagos, recently arrived from Lindon, Curulinn, and Aralirion.

Each one share in turn their story or memories, and then suddenly Tuilerie gathers her courage.