He was silently listening the report.
Anglachelm was looking at the floor. Following the silver and Ithildin lines on the tiles and playing his favourite game since his childhood. A game of ignorance. He was following the lines, connections and joints like that when somebody was talking in a bitter voice, giving grim news and reports. It was perhaps his way to flee from the reality when it was upon him, perhaps not. But wasn't he looking at bright white tiles of his own house in fear when the first sightings of Morgoth's host reported in the encircling mountains? Now he was doing it again unknowingly.
He was trying to flee from something what he must do. Once more he was about to be torn between heart and mind. Responsibility and conscience.
Daegond was standing next to Themodir and looking extraordinarily grim. Their report was over and now they were looking at each others faces, apparently forgetful of their personal differences. These two hammer knights have long been in the service of the house and served well in their own ways. They did not want to report this wholeheartedly. Daegond was nearing a rebellion, he even thought to alter the reports to avoid the outcome. But now they too knew what was about to happen. Change, change was upon them! That was the least nice feeling for all elves. And this was such a change! They kept looking at Anglachelm, he who was looking mindlessly at tiles beneath his navy Gondolin style boots. Then he moved and raised his eyes, asked in a soft tone :
"-Is that all?"
"-Yes my lord." Replied both of them..
Then Anglachelm sighed his eyes closed while reaching to his sea blue quill made of a mighty Swan feather. Looked at it for a second and remembered its origin and how Veryacano gifted this to him long ago. Smiled bitterly and started writing a daily order to a thick parchment.
Then he sealed it with his own Swan mark and handed it to Daegond without looking at him. Adding in an apparent grief :
"-This is to the Lord of Hammer's hands and nobody elses! Ride south and deliver it before he passes mountain ridge!"
"-Understood my lord" said Daegond before bowing and leaving the hall in haste.
While his steel boots were clanking away, Themodir was looking at Anglachelm without a word. They were silent for some time until when Themodir left the Tur to his tiles and daydreams, much to his delight.
