Imladris

The path North of Rivendell.

It has been several months since my untimely arrival to Imladris. The culture of the Elves is something you would not see in any of the cities or villages of Men.  Lord Elrond and children, Elladan, Elrohir and his youngest, Arwen would show me the same respect they would show their own kin. Arwen would seem to ask questions often, wanting to learn more on the Dúnedain than she knew already.

Long where the days passed where I could call one location home. The smell of Troll still lingers at the back of my mind. Dol Amroth, a distant memory in my mind. My parents’ unmarked graves outside the old family home... I am truly alone in this world.

Saelleth had undergone many months of training in the valley of Imladris and observed a number of patrols in the surrounding lands. She had progressed well and although her skill with the sword was still lacking in comparison to the fully trained warriors she had learned enough to defend herself competently. Where Saelleth excelled was in the use of the spoken word.

In recognition of her devotion to Elbereth and for her services to Imladris and Lord Elrond, Saelleth Elanorian is hereby presented with Silivegil - The Blade of White Fire

Silivegil - The Blade of White Fire

The autumn sun was shining through the few copper-coloured leaves still clinging to the branches in defiance of the icy winds cutting through the vale. Despite the deeply blue sky, the weather was already turning to winter and the temperature mirrored it. There was an edge to the wind and the smell of ice in the crisp mountain air.

My excitement can scarcely be contained as we pass through the gates of Imladris the sun is rising over the peeks and shards of morning light pierce the leaves of the trees. A fresh gentle inviting breeze graces our faces as we make our descent down into the hidden vale.