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The Forges of Imladris
THE FORGES OF IMLADRIS
Distant metallic clangs lead Tinurendis to a bright and busy landing tucked away in a far corner of the Hidden Valley. Smiths and bowyers and tanners worked deftly even late into evening, fashioning fine things in both beauty and quality. The singing of hammer against metal and the roaring forges brought delight to Tinurendis’ heart, and by the blacksmiths she remained, watching and inquiring of their techniques, asking countless questions, admiring their works, before the stars sparkled at their brightest against a black midnight sky. Bidding the smith’s farewell, Tinurendis returned to her guest house with a skip in her step, too much excitement to rest, and some great plans for the days to come.
