Elvealin

I heard from my friend Elvealin that there was a missing Noldor. His name was Sergeant Daegond, code named Alice. Yes, a peculiar name for a male elf, but that is not important. He was last seen in the desolate span of beyond Bree, in that old shabby inn. I know there are dangers in that land. I know there is trouble.

I heard a knock on my door and when I opened it, my uncle Fëamíril was behind it since he had finally arrived from Lothlórien. We has down for a cup of tea and to talk about a thing or few. He asked me why I hadn’t painted for such a long time, but the reason it something that I’m not willing to openly admit yet. ”I need more pratise,” I answered. ”No artist is truly ever finished and perfect.” It was vague, but it was also true and something that I believed in, also for myself.

Ealendil stops in her tracks to greet two elves on a bench near Celúrlin, dawn is approaching and the sun bathes them in soft light, filtered through the golden canopy. Unfastening her harp, tied in a shoulder strap across her back, Ealendil plays something soft for them to greet the morning.

Sunday June 11th, Echad Dúnann, Eregion

A brief account of what transpired during the first hour the author was present.

Morning hours at the base camp at Echad Dúnann. Ealendil sits by the fire alone for the moment, while Nienore, beneath a tree a little further away, occupies herself with reading. Ealendil roasts some of the bread, that had become a little stale, over the fire.

((Please forgive my crude attempt at Tenwar))

Sunday May 27th, Mirobel, Eregion

Sunset at ancient Mirobel, the company from Echad Dúnann finds themselves somewhat reduced in numbers as both Coruhuron and Eluineth have been called back to Rivendell by raven message earlier that day.

Sunday May 13th, Visiting Mirobel, Eregion

In the fey hours before dawn, Ealendil caresses her harp gently by the fire. She is alone, save from Nienorë sitting by herself a little behind her, writing or drawing, and Elvealin sleeping nearby.

Sunday April 29^th, Echad Dúnann, Eregion.

A brief synopsis of what transpired Sunday April 15th.

Dawn at the small hillock overlooking the valley leading up to the Red Horn Pass, opposite the old ruins of Minas Elendúr.