Aeriaeth

The fine raiment of the elves gathered to celebrate Nost-na-Lothion, the Birth of Flowers, are as brightly colored as the blooming flowers that surround them.

Yet in its time a spring of wondrous glory melted the skirts of those white mantles and the valley drank the waters and burst into flowers. So came and passed with revelry of children the festival of Nost-na-Lothion or the Birth of Flowers.

Another day in Duillond.

Many have arrived for the market, from the north, from the east and from the south...

Vanyariel, Aeriaeth and one lady Tinnwen converse in the background while a dwarf whose acquaintance Glorendir did not have the pleasure of making has a look at the nearby stalls. 

As the sound of stalls being set up, and the chattering of elves and dwarves bargaining for the best prices overtook the area, Glorendir stood by the bridge at Duillond, greeting those newly arrived to the market. Right behind the three elves, Master Gwinglaer, the Lampwright, readies his goods.