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Today, I crossed paths with that sulky, mysterious ellon who ruined our first day back in Duillond. He must be some patrol, always pacing this way and that way, down to the stablemaster, up to the market, and so on.
Lead by Alcartano, a group of elves approached the center of Caras Galadhon. And behold! Upon the mightiest Mallorn that towered the City of Light, there shone a silvern swan. A fountain it was, guiding clear streams of water into a pond that mirrored the stars.
"Here is the heart of Elvendom on earth, [...] and here my heart dwells ever, unless there be a light beyond the dark roads that we still must tread..."
"...The fairest of all the dwellings of the Firstborn. There are no trees like the trees of this land. For in the autumn their leaves fall not, but turn to gold. Not till the spring and the new green opens do they fall, and then the boughs are laden with yellow flowers; and the floor of the wood is golden, and golden is the roof, and its pillars are of silver, for the bark of the trees is smooth and grey."
Celebreniss padded into the central hall of Ost Galadh, her dark leather armour blending into her surroundings. Only her silver hair glinted through the shadows of the fortress as she walked towards the chamber’s center, where the Malledhrim force leaders stood gathered around a table. If she was fatigued from the distance she had run, she did not betray it.