Elves

After departing the Hall of Fire in somewhat of a rush, Calanis had retreated to her usual destination for silence, contemplation and healing of woes of the fëa. There where the Bruinen descends from the Hithaeglir, it clashes down into the Hidden Valley with great force and a roaring noise of the water upon the rocks. At the bottom of that waterfall, on a damp, mossy ledge, she sat down.

Not a quiet night in Dale

[Trigger warning: rape attempt]

Third Age, 2600s

Dale and Mirkwood

Olriandis went out of the loud staggering tavern to breathe some fresh air and give rest to her ears. She stepped into the quiet side street and inhaled the night summer air, full of flower scent and lake breeze. She liked being a part of trading expeditions to Dale-lands and Erebor - being curious by nature, she was attracted by different lands and races. 

Mithlond, a blurry time, White Ship’s dock

She promised herself she would not cry. She promised herself she would have been prepared, and strong, and stalwart, and brave. She promised herself she would not beg them to stay.

She was none of those things at the moment. She could barely hold herself from yelling at her mother and father to not board the damn ship. To not leave her for who knows how long. But she decided to stay didn’t she?

As this festive time approaches its zenith, and as I begin my private chronicles of the world I explore, it seems only right to describe in some small detail, a supposition that I conceived of some years ago, and slowly refined over time.  It is a concept that, I confess, has received (to my admittedly limited knowledge) no serious study, and yet I think there is both merit and legitimacy to it.

So, without further ado, it is my proposition that Father Yule, the beloved gift-giving figure of legend so central to Yuletide, is Dwarvish in origin.

Though not as mysteriously beautiful as Lothlorien, nor as great as Rivendell, still fair was the town of the Firstborn located southernmost in Ered Luin on the river Lhûn, just south of Duillond. Celondim, Sindarin for "river dell", the major port which ferried wood to Mithlond where the white ships departed for the West, and even in these times it was a bustling city. A land no doubt elvish, for the forest was fair and green, and there were hills and rivers, and upon the soft wind came the voices of the Elves.