Fall of Eregion

The sunlight streamed through the windows. Outside, wind blew the cherry trees in a graceful fashion, and the long grasses danced in the breeze. Inside, the teenager looked away from the windows. The lavish walls, blue and decorated in elegant swirls and flower art, felt cold compared to the world outside. Melestheliel held a book in her hand. In the dark oak chair she sat in, she looked down to the book.

I think that, by now, everyone in our House had heard the news of lord Anglachelm disappearance, and so it was with an heavy heart that I, Failindo, joined the house of the Harp for an evening of remembrance, as lady Mistë suggested.

I was first by the pool just outside the Last Homely House, though I didn't have long to wait before lady Mistë arrived as well. We exchanged greetings, and I sat down in silence, sorry to leave the talking to her, but not knowing what to say...