At the Sixteenth Elven Ball

Faces new and faces recognised, it felt odd to walk in to Vanimar's Halls again. Estarfin was there before me, and we met inside the vestibule before crossing to the main hall to speak with Lord Anglachelm. It was good to see the Tur looking hale and hearty. There were plenty of dances, from set pieces to individual expression. It was the first we had danced among a larger company. Indeed, apart from one instance of spilled wine and the garnishing with caramel sauce, all went well. The event always comes with a tinge of sadness for us both though. One cannot help but remember a dear friend, whose absence is still felt. 

(Apologies to those in the picture whose names I do not know. This post does not follow on directly from the story line.)