Following the tense encounter with Merilos in the Hall of Fire, Calidis led the company to her home for rest and careful consideration of what little they knew of the situation in Rivendell, and the death of Xanir some weeks past.

Mortals:  A Case Study (New Observations)

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

43 Quellë in the Reckoning of Imladris          

Harthagil : So.... you disregarded all we spoke of, cried over and ...

Arwen : but, I love him!

Harthagil : You decided? Already?!

Arwen : i cannot live forever if it is to be without him

Harthagil : What about the blood shed through the ages to buy us peace? have you not thought of the betrayal to our kindred? it means nothing to you!

Arwen : i know of the cost

Harthagil : oh you do, do you? how? your tutor showed you in one of your personal lectures? I WAS THERE and you want to throw it away all for this...this...MAN!!

"I love him father, he is a good man!"

Hagdil stared at his daughter in disbelief, "You… are disillusioned, my sweet daughter. Please realize he is bad for you."

She turned to her father, anger flashing in her eyes, "You're wrong! I love him and he is a good man!"

Have you seen them?

The summer flowers wilt and break as the warm weather turns to biting coastal winds. The sun does not shine as freely as it used to. The days are shorter, and the lands of Belfalas turn from gold to grey.

And the sea? You used to love our sea. Now, you only look upon the water with dread, searching every shadow for the black sails of Umbar. It is wrought with storms, yes, but it is still our home.

The night hung calmly over the carved halls. The stars, like a thousand gems scattered across the velvet, shone clearly in the deep blue, bathing the Iron Hills in their silver glimmer. Two dwarves sat laid atop the Dainlik, giggling to some, undoubtedly hilarious, joke one of them made.