Svikt

We have just come back from a wonderful trip to Thorin's Hall, a dwarf stronghold deep in a mountainside in Ered Luin. The dwarfs themselves are fascinating people, they have an incredibly rich heritage and history. It was Svikt's idea to go. I was working on some mending in the common room when he came up to me and started talking. He said he had enjoyed our trip to the Shire and our picnic so much that he wanted to take me somewhere further away.

Sitting with the afternoon sunlight streaming over the table she is sat at, Orlenne has a small smile on her face as she writes, the hard lines usually visible softened slightly as the quill moves fluidly across the parchment.

Orlenne stifles a yawn as she puts quill to parchment, the candlelight flickering in a slight draught.