drinking

Word gets around to and fro over the next week, when lute music is heard by the Starmere Lake. Rumour has it someone has brought a large keg of booze out there, and some quieter folk gather by the light of a campfire to dance and take joy in good company. Sporadic gatherings happen over several days and nights.

Sunlight pours through the golden leaves of the mallorn trees, lighting upon the grape vines ready to burst with their treasure. The sweet scent of grapes is thick in the air, and the elves rejoice at such a bounty, and call for a celebration of the event. Food is called for, and song, and many rivers of wine from the previous years to enjoy with the feast, and birds flock from Lórien to deliver messages of invitation to the other elven kingdoms.