It’s Not My Lute
It was only on the way to her guest rooms in the Vale of Imladris, that Isoldis realised an error had been made. She had spent the night in the Halls of Fire, among distinguished company, acquainting herself with new faces and dancing with old friends. One such, Lord Anglachelm informed her that he was about to travel east in search of his sister, a perilous journey that would take some time and leave an absence in the halls until his return.






