Imladris

Naurdam strode across the courtyard to his waiting steed. He had spent the past few months within the valley of Imladris and he was keen to be out on the road once more. He had visited the Halls of Lord Elrond on only a handful of previous occasions since their creation and on this most recent trip it had proven hard to mask his displeasure at finding the Halls open to not only the race of man but to the race of Dwarves also.

As soon as the fallen had been buried, the lords made ready to assault the Dunlanders, whom they deemed were responsible for the attack on the outpost. Eliriael knew little of fighting and tactics, yet she was unwilling to let her kindred march into battle rashly. She thought they were too hasty for revenge and blood. For their actions would bring blood, and not only that of men.

Lady Rainith,

I have heard news from members of our House that you intend to begin a new order. For this reason, I write to you, with hopes that I may be of service to you under this order. I know little of battle and arms, yet still I wish to be of use to my kindred in other ways - through love, care, and healing of all kinds. At a time of your choosing, I ask to request an audience with you, so that I may inquire how I may best to serve.

~Eliriael

Eliriael bent down to pull some of the saffron flowers from her basket and arrange them neatly into the vase. She smiled, caressing the petals with a gentle touch before pouring some fresh water, taken from the streams, in with the flowers. She turned her head to look at the bed once again where Lord Tindir lay and noted the peaceful rise and fall of the bedding as he breathed. Content with his well-being, she returned to finish settling the flowers in and inhaled their scent deeply before rising to stand.

The pink blush of dawn began to rise across the cheeks of the dark sky as Eliriael reentered the valley. The time to blend into the shadows had passed and she placed her fingers around the rim of her hood to slowly pull her cloak away from her body. A small sigh escaped her lips, letting the fears of night pass from her and allowing the calm of the valley to fill her.