Xandilif strode into the main hall of the House of Three Graces, following a trail of crumbs as it meandered over the stone floors. At the end of the trail, as she expected, she found Finchley, just finishing off a fresh caraway roll. Hearing the champion’s heavy steps Finchley turned, and her face seemed to crumple.

Neth grunts as she's knocked off her feet at the end of the sparring match, she rubs her cheek and frowns, her sword on the ground next to her. She then looks up to her sparring partner, and they both chuckle.

"Captain... You really have let yourself go..." Miranwyn taunted playfully and extended a hand to Neth. Who shook her head, grabbing her sword and pulling herself up with the aid of her friend, "Yeah... I have... Havent I. Used to be I was the one picking YOU up the floor" She nods back and took a few steps back to prepare her stance again.

“We must start training,” he said, as he sipped at the mug of elderflower and honey drink I had made. There will come a time when we have to go after that man. We must both be ready.”

Mortals:  A Case Study (Hour of the Wolf)

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

7 Quellë in the Reckoning of Imladris

Yllfa's connecting stories can be read here:
Rising from the Ashes. Part One.
Rising from the Ashes. Part Two.
Rising from the Ashes. Part Three.