Uilossiel

Uilossiel rushed into her room, a giddy smile on her face. Twirling in front of her mirror, she fell onto her bed and buried her face in her pillows before letting out a joyous scream. Footsteps sounded outside in the corridor as her mother opened the door, clad in a dressing gown and slippers.

“Why, Uilossiel, it is late in the evening. Try to remember that some of us are resting, for the sake of decency,” Tinuilos admonished sleepily.

Cheeks flushing, Uilossiel nodded. “Yes, Naneth. Good-night.”

Uilossiel wearily put down her quill and glanced out the window. Golden light streamed through the window, and the leaves still hung green and thick upon the trees. Yet there was a new tang in the air, the promise of colder days marking a subtle shift in the seasons. She sighed and pushed away the manuscript in front of her, then rose and made her way to the window.

My father and I were seated on his balcony, which overlooks a portion of the valley and faces eastward towards the halls of Lord Elrond. Ada traced the graceful arches of the balustrade with an expert finger, pointing out how the leaves and vines carven upon it were influenced by Sindarin architecture, but how the underlying structure was drawn up and constructed with Noldorin precision.

Isilya, the 15th day of  Yávië

It had been too long since she had taken up her harp. She had not touched it since the music contest after the Tourney, and that had been several enquiër ago, even before her second departure for Lindon.

Valanya, the 54th day of Lairë

          Uilossiel's eyes flickered up to the mirror hanging beside her bed.  She blinked incredulously at the reflection staring back at her -  raven hair pulled up in a formal knot, clad in a dress the colour of the summer sky,  and draped in a white-winged mantle. A new-kindled fire shone bright in her grey eyes, and she held her head with the pride of her father's people, a far cry from her usual unassuming, bookish manner.

Lord Erestor, Chief Counsellor of Lord Elrond & Head Scholar of the Library of Imladris

To Lord Anglachelm of Bar-en-Vanimar, Greetings.