Mithlond

Early summer, present days, Imladris

I was fairly tired from yesterdays journel here, yet I am glad to be among the people I love and to have them safe. I spoke with Alimaenda on how Varni and Hrai were doing on their teachings, Varni was doing well in her tracking and archery and so on, while Hrai was proving rather difficult and instead sought to learn by reading of scrolls of other scholarly endveaors.

~Anarya, Coirë 44~

My dearest Uilossiel,

The weather was seasonably warm and the windows had been thrown open to let the breeze into the lofty hall, where the students sat attentively at their tables. Eliriael stood at the front, her summer-green robes billowing at her feet and yellow wildflowers tucked neatly into her hair. She had a couple sheafs of parchment that fluttered with the breeze in her delicate hands, as she spoke to the students.

The sea, as ever catches and is made even more perfect in the morning light. The coastal winds roar and numb my face and the roar of the waves only just allow the call of sea birds to be heard over them. This will be the last morning I see this sight for a long while. I close my eyes and feel the peace despite the rising noise of the docks below.

As Uilossiel and Tancamir rode into Mithlond, the afternoon sunlight glimmered upon the pale stone buildings rising on either side of the thoroughfare. The cloudless sky was reflected in the bay that could be seen to the west, busy now with boats dotting the water and moving to and fro from the quays. Uilossiel smiled up at the white gulls circling the silver spires of Mithlond, thinking to herself that their calls were like a beautiful, solemn song.

It has been a week since Galahir and Armanduil docked at Mithlond. They picked up a hard-fought shipment of Linen in Forlond and afterwards loaded a shipment of various herbs in Harlond. The herbs were already dispatched to the market of Mithlond, but the Linen shipment belonged to a tailor in Falathlorn, that still needed to be delivered. Armanduil waited around the dock for his friend Galahir to return. The early spring was in the air, he closed his eyes as the sun shed its light over the havens and the sound of seagulls ringed in his ears.