Vanimar

Oft does an ellon in love request to be taught how to dance, and Branalph of the Hammer is, indeed, an ellon in love, as he has but recently admitted to himself. Lady Manadhlaer thus attempts to instruct him. Ai! A quick glance at the face of the brave warrior reveals that her attempts are merely baffling. Perhaps this is a job for a greater expert in the art, and Lady Ealendil must be called in.

All lined up!

Will I have a better catch from here? To me, it looks like a good spot

Relaxing afternoon - fishing with my kin.

After facing great danger, and a moment in which each member of the company felt that they were trapped alone in a void of darkness, Arradril and Branalph at last confess to each other that each feared losing the other more intensely than they held any other fear in that moment. While no particular conclusion has yet been drawn by the pair, there is a definite feeling of relief and a certain spring in their step as they each step through the spring.

Lomestel ponders redemption surrounded by his fellows inside Pillar Hall.

The prisoner from Dunland promised to show a cave in the foothills of the Hithaeglir that her accomplice was supposed to be using to enter Imladris. She did show off the cave, and she also led the group to a stone circle with some strange artifacts buried in it... but her odd behavior on this occasion culminated in a terrifying, unforeseen dénouement. Absolutely nobody present, dogs included, wants to make this report to Lord Tindir -- although it will probably fall to Quartermaster Golvagor, as the ranking House member present.