After a quiet week filled with the usual training with hiril Mallenhadh, short and pleasant visits to the High Moor for collecting wood and practising what she had just learnt earlier in her lessons, another Hall of Fire lay ahead. Eager to dance again, Plinnlim was one of the first to arrive there and enjoyed the lovely flute tunes by Hiril
Miluy as well as the friendly conversation with hîr
Pendaen, who had just come back to Imladris from afar and told her about the beauty of Mithlond, which now she very much longed to see - even more than before.
While at her first time in the Hall, many had admired her dress and she had gotten the feeling her mother had slightly overdone it; this time another hiril, very humorous and gifted with the harp as well as with poetic language, came wearing the same dress in rosé and when hiril
Isilmewen arrived, she laughed, went out again and came back in the same dress in a beautiful dark blue shade. The three triplets were joking about it and laughed all the time when dancing together.
Most of the other elves who gathered tonight Plinnlim knew already, at least from seeing them; so she felt very much at home this evening and danced happily. Also many of the warriors she admired so much had come, and this time, they seemed very relaxed. They had all reason for that, because - as Plinnlim learnt a little later - they just had saved one of their members from out of a highly precarious situation. Maybe that was why they seemed so tense last time. This time, they chatted happily away. When
one of the hiril, the one that was always seen standing close to hîr
Khalis, asked Plinnlim if red was her favourite colour, Plinnlim was very much surprised. It had never occurred to her that she had a favourite colour; actually she had never given it the slightest thought. She loved to wear practical, earth-coloured clothes for her hunting forays, but apart from that, now it indeed seemed to her that she favoured the colour red. Her mother had obviously not chosen this red fabric for her new dress by chance, as she suddenly realised. With interest she learned that red and black clothes were the best for hiding blood stains and resolved to talk to her mother about a new set of hunting clothes in one of these colours.
As the evening went on, hiril Amorith played her lovely melodies, and because the air outside was so lovely they decided to move to the balcony. The clean night air with the stars shining, the gushing waterfalls and hiril Amorith's lovely songs were creating a very unique atmosphere everyone enjoyed. Later hîr Earinlin joined her with his lute and finally hîr Aereborn, too, played his melodies.
It was very much with regret that she left the balcony later to walk home again, where her mother sat in front of the house and welcomed her back, smiling. From the balcony of the Last Homely House, the melodies had carried through the valley and she had enjoyed them from up here, too. With even more joy she heard Plinnlim talk about new hunting clothes - it was the first time in over 30 years that her daughter would show interest into making garments at all. Plinnlim of course carefully avoided to mention the words "blood stains" and was looking forward to coming back from fighting Yrches without having to put up with the terrified expressions on her parents' faces.
