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Members of Laurië Lassi, part of the retinue of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, perform for those assembled in Meduseld for the great feast in honour of King Théoden:
When the burial was over and the weeping of women was stilled, and Théoden was left at last alone in his barrow, then folk gathered to the Golden Hall for the great feast and put away sorrow; for Théoden had lived to full years and ended in honour no less than the greatest of his sires.
I will try to accurately document here yet again of what has happened in the meantime since my last diary entry. I may digress slightly within this journal as I believe I may have omitted some minor detail last time.
Cristran had visited my home the next day so that I could check that he was healing adequately after our encounter in the Old Forest. I quietly marvelled at just how quickly he was healing, he had suffered this malady for far longer than I would believe any mortal could and he was healing at a hugely accelerated rate.
First rode Elrohir and Elladan with a banner of silver, and then came Glorfindel and Erestor and all the household of Rivendell, and after them came the Lady Galadriel and Celeborn, Lord of Lothlórien, riding upon white steeds and with them many fair folk of their land, grey-cloaked with white gems in their hair, and last came Master Elrond, mighty among Elves and Men, bearing the sceptre of Annúminas, and beside him on a grey palfrey rode Arwen his daughter, Evenstar of her people.(1)
They arrived at the little bay near their house where Earcalie loved to play and she saw tied to a rock near the shore a ship. Well... to an adult's eye, it was clear that it was no ship, but a small boat, shaped to resemble one of the big vessels moored at Forlond (albeit stylized), with a small sail that fluttered in the wind, and oars instead of the helm. A toy boat, for all intents and purposes, but to a child's eyes, to little Earcalie's eyes that was definitely a ship. Her ship.
"Atya, atya look! Look! It flies!" the elfling exclaimed excitedly at the sight of a ship leaving the harbour, gradually gaining speed as it entered open sea. Aicasicil chuckled and patted his daughter's head. "It floats, not flies. Ships float"
"Ships fly! Vingilot flies, you told me the story yesterday!"