Elves

"The seven-named city 'tis that stands upon the hill,
Where all who strive with Morgoth find hope and valour still."

Lindamar presents a music performance to honor the splendor and fate of a city second only to Tirion in its beauty and valour.

Far into the past runs Elven lore, and even farther weaves our memories. We gather within the shelter of the ruins of old to fill them with the breath of life once again, to remind our kind that even as their fate within the realm of Middle-Earth shall end, the memories shall remain with them forever. To gaze upon the sorrows of days long gone, and to delight our hearts with the hope of dawns yet to be.

Sunlight pours through the golden leaves of the mallorn trees, lighting upon the grape vines ready to burst with their treasure. The sweet scent of grapes is thick in the air, and the elves rejoice at such a bounty, and call for a celebration of the event. Food is called for, and song, and many rivers of wine from the previous years to enjoy with the feast, and birds flock from Lórien to deliver messages of invitation to the other elven kingdoms.

Lindamar presents a music performance of how elves throughout the ages of the sun have celebrated the seasons of the coranar, a sun year, and its seasonal changes.

It's the tenth time since the Elves first gathered in Rivendell to celebrate together, were they Silvan or High Elves. The bands performing this year are Polnolunie and Lindamar.

Loth-i-Lonnath Travels to Imladris

The firith (late autumn) journey to Imladris is upon our house. Our annual cavalcade will leave from Ered Luin and make camp at safe locations along the way. While our Mithdirith will be escorting us all, it is wise to keep your own defenses at the ready in your gear. Pack well as we will be staying in Imladris through most of rhîw (winter) before we return again.

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Yet in its time a spring of wondrous glory melted the skirts of those white mantles and the valley drank the waters and burst into flowers. So came and passed with revelry of children the festival of Nost-na-Lothion or the Birth of Flowers.

I Nírnaeth en-Ellath

The Sorrows of the Eldar

Elves gather at the elven camp of Echad Sirion to rest and share news in safety that is increasingly rare in the lands of Mirkwood.

Loth-i-Lonnath Travels Home to Lindon
 

Echuir (the Stirring) is soon to arrive and with it our departure from Imladris. It is time to return to our home by the sea. For those Elves wishing to journey with us for safe passage, send word to us before we depart.