Vanimar

Upon her return to Imladris, Lilleduil had taken a long, hot bath, calling for hot water twice instead of using magic to heat it, as that warmth had to come from somewhere and the point had been to warm herself up.  She’d left armor and sword with the armor smiths and weapon smiths, to be cleaned and mended and properly polished.  Thendryt, when he returned, could take a look at her staff-the Man was an accomplished woodworker.  Finally drifting upstairs to her bedroom, Lilleduil found herself not inclined to sleep.  The sun was still up and despite the weariness c

The wind was particularly strong that morning, even for the plains of green Tumladen where the wind was ever strong. Impassable mountains were encircling green Tumladen. A massive rock was laying in the middle of the plain where elves once rejoiced to have it found, and the fair Gondolin was standing like a jewel on the hidden rock. The greatest of all city that was ever built in Middle-earth.

Norliriel sang this to Themodir as he was borne from the mountains, grievously wounded by a poisoned goblin blade.

She waits for you, whom you cherish,
Your beloved, fair as the sea-foam,
Crowned with silver, wreathed in light.

No prisoners! No mercy!

Dolthafaer crouched over the corpse of a goblin lying face-down in the snow.  Two arrows protruded from its back – one was broken, perhaps tread upon by its own brethren as they fled the mighty company of Vanimar and Warband, but the other was intact.  He yanked the unbroken arrow free from the corpse and bit back a wince as he felt an answering stab of pain in his shoulder.