 | The night afore was rather fun and unexpected! I had recieved word from Lord Elrond, as did many others; that he wished for a gathering, to reunite old friendships. Many were told, and many came! He assures us that the 'event', shall take place around every fortnight; and I look forward to the next time. The evening began, for me, rather early. I was sitting in The Hall of Fire, reading my book (which it seems I shall never finish!), when several Eldar entered, followed by others! Three hours afore the time appointed by Lord Elrond! Words were exchanged, and several others arrived. They were Noldo...bar-en-Vanimar, they call themselves. I could care little; my father was a Noldo, but an honourable one. He never dwelt in the city that tasted Maeglin's betrayal. Those called 'Vanimar' did; and for that; I shall trust them little. In what seemed direct violation of the rules set forth by Elrond Halfelven, several of our kindred bore swords! One among us had a staff, but it was for assisting her movement. "Relics" they called the swords. Tokens that they should never forget! My bow and spear, I left outside the doors! They were tokens that I should never forget. Fools... What is more, they spoke in the oldest of languages. I could hear utterances of discomfort coming from those that did not understand. And though our Elder Kindred spoke null of ill tidings, the manner in which they did had a certain air over it. The language of the Noldo was barred; by Thingol, and all those that spoke it were blamed for the first sin of Fëanor. Luckily, though; one amongst us spoke to them, that for the consideration of those that did not understand; they spoke the tongue of the Sindar. They agreed. The night went onward with little trouble. I was reintroduced to my old friend; Arandlas. Some Men entered The Hall of Fire, yet I took little notice of them. It was a night well spent. |
