Uilossiel

Isilya, the 54^th day of Lairë

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Aldúya, the 49^th day of Lairë

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It was a mellow, lazy summer afternoon when Tancamir strolled over to the garden fence, leaning one arm rakishly on the gate. Humming an old hunting-song under his breath, he idly plucked a leaf and flicked it in the direction of a nearby plot of herbs. The leaf connected with a head of dark hair, and there was an indignant squeak before the figure kneeling on the ground rose to its feet.

​Laurelindo was sitting in their camp, watching the sky above, writing in his usual book at the light of the fading fire.

“The journey started with no incident. Which I suppose, I should count as lucky, knowing the both of us. When Tyulusse and I are together, there is no telling what can happen.

We were just a little delayed in our departure. I suppose it wasn’t avoidable. We either should have left earlier, or should have expected it.

Aldúya, the 1st day of Lairë

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Isilya, the 54th day of Tuilë

"Halt! Who goes there?" Tancamir whirled around as three hooded figures dropped from the trees above, and moved to stand protectively in front of his sister. Uilossiel looked about with wide eyes. Clutching her brother's cloak in one hand, she whispered, "Who are they?"

One of the figures approached and threw back his hood. It was a Man, with clean-cut features and shaggy brown hair. He carried a longbow and bore a silver brooch upon his shoulder, shaped like a star.

As Uilossiel and Tancamir rode into Mithlond, the afternoon sunlight glimmered upon the pale stone buildings rising on either side of the thoroughfare. The cloudless sky was reflected in the bay that could be seen to the west, busy now with boats dotting the water and moving to and fro from the quays. Uilossiel smiled up at the white gulls circling the silver spires of Mithlond, thinking to herself that their calls were like a beautiful, solemn song.

The past few days had been a glorious blur as Uilossiel and her brother set out from Imladris, riding west at a steady but unhurried pace towards Lindon. All around them the budding leaves waved upon the branches, veiling the once - bare wood in a layer of translucent green. Uilossiel fancied she could even hear a laughing music in each fresh brook they passed, newly sprung from the melting snows of the Hithaeglir. As they passed west of the Bruinen, the trees grew more dense and the undergrowth more abundant.

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