Turuviel

In her recent quest to find something to do other than moping over her misfortunes and wander like a haunted soul the paths of Imladris, Carniquesse decided to go somewhere she had never gone to before, despite it being practically next door the hidden valley.

Tolmen was as usual sitting his accustomed place in the hall of fire plying his accustomed trade of insulting anyone who approached him without due deference and drinking the finest vintages of master Sogadan who alternately glowered and cowered before his gaze.

This is a continuation of Black Iron - The Smith quenches the blades (X)

This is a continuation of Black Iron - The Smith hammers the steel (VIII)

This is a continuation of Black Iron - The Smith starts his fires (VI)

Also related to Black Iron - Thoughening up (IX) by Turuviel

This is a continuation of Black Iron - The Smith begins his work (IV)
Also related to The decision (V) by Turuviel

Previous installment in this storyline, as written by Turuviel: Growing Stronger Claws: Prologue

The sounds of hammers against anvils rang like silver bells across the forges of Imlad Gelair. The hidden valley within the hidden valley, a haven within a haven, a dream within a dream; such was Imlad Gelair, and it was here that Earnio had been allowed to set up his workshop during his stay in Rivendell. Much had happened since first he set foot upon the lush, green grass outside the Last Homely House around a year ago, his first visit to Rivendell for many, many years.