Morning in Duillond

Maedhrathin strolls slowly between the market stalls of Duillond. He had come back to Lindon a few days ago, following the company of Loth-i-Lonnath as they traveled west from Rivendell.

Upon arrival he had immediately ridden down to Ealendil’s old house, a little further out and up in the vales of the mountains. Niemire, her niece who now had taken up residence there, had sent him straight out to do some shopping for her. Maedhrathin sighs, this was typically of her, always trying to tell him what to do. The young scholar had a stubborn mind and a sharp tongue, so he was glad for the excuse to escape.

Now he lingers, enjoying the sun, listening to the familiar sounds and gossips of the market. He ponders somewhat about what to do next. He can’t stay here in Duillond for too long, his cousin in Harlond had asked him to come as quick as possible, there were family affairs to settle. But for the moment, he enjoys the serenity in the early morning hours, and listens as others haggle about the wares on offer.