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Ealendil paces back and forth, restlessly back and forth in the small chamber of her house, on the second floor where she usually works with her music. Notes are everywhere in apparent disorder, some on the floor, some scattered across a small table. The packing is done, and she impatiently awaits the day they will be going east, east to Lothólorien. However, it is not the waiting that makes restless. A few days ago, Filegris had sung, or at least clapped with her hands, the rhythm of the song the dwarf Jarpr had sung.
Ealendil has risen early, long before the sun, and climbed to the top of a small hill overlooking the valley wherein rests the old house. From the summit she greets the approaching dawn with music from her childhood days of Doriath.
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This is related to the following event: The Maidens of Vanimor return to Laurelin ~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~