Vanimar

Dear Lady Elvealin,

The work with you my lady, within the Order of the Harp, has given me much comfort and been immensely gratifying, and I have come to consider you a dear friend. It has also given my life a renewed sense of direction in my work to preserve our cultural heritage of music and prose. Ever since my mother sailed west, leaving me with a rich heritage of music from old, I have strived to honor her legacy, and it is with you have found the joy to do so.

My preparations are now nearly complete, the armoury has reworked my armour and I was gifted two fine gifts prior to taking my leave of the vale.

Tindir paced up and down the small chamber which was appointed to him as Field Commander of Hammer, clearly pondering while waving the document he received from Tingruviel in his right hand, as if he wanted the ink to dry. At every sharp turn he made, he lifted it, and glanced at the Lady Ambassador, then continued his pacing back and forth.

Suddenly he stopped in front of his ash wooden chair and plumped into it.

   Only when the shaking of the ground ceased and the echoing of the heavy footsteps started fading did the old elf stop running and allowed himself to catch a breath. Despite his prided agility one of the trolls, whom the group encountered, had managed to hurl him at quite a distance. He was badly bruised from the impact with the tree, and the pain was slowly emerging now that the immediate danger was over. His silver hair had turned almost completely dark red.

Soon to come

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-hunitng for food for the ball + the 8th ball 

- RP in house elrond with Sindar elflady of lorien Tingruviel