Branalph

The company -- which included a goose named Gertrude, who reportedly has something to do with a bakery -- enjoyed wine, snacks, and song by the shore of Hidhuinen. 
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After a deep and reverent silence for the fallen of Gondolin, the gathered Eldar lit fireworks to welcome the dawn and shared music (somehow managing not to dance themselves right off the steep drop at Imdolen), poems, and tales. Morenwenna played the lute as she often does, but unexpectedly ended the night by recounting her escape from the former Eryn Galen and displaying one of the few possessions she had been able to take with her: a beautiful charm in the shape of a leaf, smithed in Gondolin upon this very holiday many yéni ago.

Oft does an ellon in love request to be taught how to dance, and Branalph of the Hammer is, indeed, an ellon in love, as he has but recently admitted to himself. Lady Manadhlaer thus attempts to instruct him. Ai! A quick glance at the face of the brave warrior reveals that her attempts are merely baffling. Perhaps this is a job for a greater expert in the art, and Lady Ealendil must be called in.

All lined up!

Will I have a better catch from here? To me, it looks like a good spot

Relaxing afternoon - fishing with my kin.

After facing great danger, and a moment in which each member of the company felt that they were trapped alone in a void of darkness, Arradril and Branalph at last confess to each other that each feared losing the other more intensely than they held any other fear in that moment. While no particular conclusion has yet been drawn by the pair, there is a definite feeling of relief and a certain spring in their step as they each step through the spring.

Lomestel ponders redemption surrounded by his fellows inside Pillar Hall.