Vanimar

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Tolmen wiped his hands on his smithing apron with a satisfied smile, the forge was working admirably and keeping a steady heat was effortless as he worked, he would add the elaborate filegree and fancy etchings later but for now the sturdy yet flexible plated armour for hiril Urwendi was almost complete.The quendi seemed fascinated with him and was most respectful in his and Silwe's presence, something he greatly approved of. The lady had asked his advice on forging techniques and she showed her own work of a steel sword worked with crystals and mithril, a truly deadly an

She had reached her breaking point that day...

She stirred, awakening in Tham Send. Armor clad, the Noldo blinked dreary eyes open and realized that she was alone.

"Mmph, what time is it?"

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.