Sudden change in wind and the leaves blew the other way. Autumn was truly here and had been for a long time now. The light sifting throught the window hit the embroidery she held in her hands. It was only partially done. A grand piece it would become! Golden threads interweaving with blue and white, creating birds on the chestnut brown, silken fabric. You could almost hear them sing, if you listened closely.
Lord Elrond's quartermaster had commissioned this particular tapestry and many more from some of the seamstresses in Imladris and Nimgileth had volunteered herself to the task. She may not be considered a master yet, but her fingers are nimble and her thought quick. With the recommendation of another known seamstress of the house, Merindiel, her skills were put forth and she had begun her work.
She was about halfway through the tapestry when one of the elves in the valley spoke of a great house that resided there. Nimgileth had been intrigued. Having lived in Imladris from her birth, but spent many years out in the world with her mentor, she had recently returned on her own after her mentors journey to Aman. Thus she did not know much about this house, the house of Vanimar as it was called. The more she listened, the more the elves were telling her, about this great house, of the members of it and the adventures they had had. She heard about a branch of the house, an order of the Pillar, which was dedicated to seeking knowledge and support the other orders of the house. She had decided to attend the meeting last evening to learn more about it and perhaps be allowed to join its ranks. Lady Rainith, the head of the order, had taken them all under her wings and introduced them to the order and its duties. Nimgileth did not know many there, but took note of their names for the next meeting. She left the gathering with a sense of accomplishment and the knowledge that she would be able to contribute to the work of the order.
A loud snore made her twitch and she stung herself. She held back a whimper and hurriedly took a throwaway piece of cotton cloth to wipe off the drop of blood forming on her finger. It would take some time to get used to her new guests and their habits. Especially the sleeping in late and the complaints about her housekeeping skills.
Minassion, a young elf from another house had arrived a bit late to the meeting. She had greeted him before on passing through Imladris, and she considered him a friend, though she did not know much about him. Apart from the fact that he had recently arrived from Falathlorn on the grounds of wanting to see the world. Linguleth, an old friend of hers who had joined her at the meeting also seeking a place within the house and the order, was aggreeably comfortable within the confines of Nimgileths abode. Both of Minassion and Linguleth had recently arrived to the valley and thus needed somehwere to stay until they could be accomodated in their own quarters. Nimgileth soon realised that it would be a challenge. To her challenges were something to overcome and to master, and as such, she embraced it.
A mumble came from another corner of the room. Linguleth apparently enjoyed conversations in her rest. Nimgileth decided it was time to put the work aside and take a stroll through the valley. She would not get much done in here, in any case.
