Farasilion is invited to step forward to take up the role of Lord of the re-instated Order of the Arrow. The choice of the much loved and respected ellon is met with great approval.
Most of the cauns and some other folk of Vanimar gather at the forges in Imladris, as requested by Lord Anglachelm. There is to be an important announcement.
Although under the cover of the night she couldn’t really tell the difference of the view outside the window, she still was feeling it deep in her heart.
Reiven hold up the silver swan amulet which was stained with blood, which was once belong to Daenaro, Darnur of Nargothrond, now entrusted her to carry. The rays of sun danced on the silver swan as she was trying to close the lavalieres’ clasp with her frostbite, aching fingers. But she ignored the pain and didn’t stop until feeling its cold touch hanging safely on her chest.
Everything reminded of the wonderful days of old when no sorrow burdened my heart.. The lady I danced with, of a exquisite beauty, reminded me of my beloved Dringoadriel trough the grace of her dance.
When we set out on this journey I was delighted terribly. My Father, Lord Caranion who was one of Rivendell’s esteemed warriors, had never taken me along him at his journeys.