Tuilerie

After her night in the Hammer Hall, which at the very least did her no harm, Manadhlaer had been whisked around the Vale to a dizzying variety of safe-houses. This bright, bright morning, Manadhlaer had taken her breakfast in the Hall of the Order of the Fountain. Where Hammer Hall had smelled like a soldier's armpit directly after a battle, despite the most heroic efforts of Lieutenant Ancalassë, Fountain currently smelled like -- well, soap, and lots of it.

Manadhlaer awoke in the dark, in more than one way.

Someone had thoughtfully tucked her diary under her arm. Had she a quill and ink? They must be in her pouch, if she could find it.

With infinite care, she put her feet -- disguised, as she had thought, in mismatched boots, which suited her sloppy grey tunic -- on the floor. She groped around a bit, head pounding; she tried not to move more quickly, lest she vomit again.

My beloved liege,

I wanted to tell you of my dream -- I dreamed of Themodir once more.

But first, I will report that I have tried the corn beverage on hir Silwë and hir Tolmen, who are both long-lived Noldor of good constitution. (Tuilerie and Ailinwen were also nearby, but Tuilerie never takes strong drink, and Ailinwen was perhaps too intelligent to try it.)

Tolmen struck the uruk in the face again , "Who sent you? What are you seeking?", The uruk spat at Tolmen , "You hit like a foshân! untie my hands so I can feast on your heart!", Tolmen drew his meat dagger and slit the uruk's throat spraying black blood over the other captives. Turning to the other orc prisoners he had captured and bound,"Who's next?". The orcs struggled against their bindings to no effect as Tolmen dragged the largest one in front of the rest ,"Who sent you?

Dear Diary,

Well, the meeting turned into a great shambles of speculation, and then it turned into an expedition. Not back to Eregion, to try the restored keys provided by Earnio, but to the Blue Mountains, and indeed the doors of Thorin's Halls.

Tingruviel asked to make the diplomatic request for information in person. I could hardly deny her this -- she knows best about what approaches work, and we need this to work.

Tuilerie stops at the door, and with a stern gaze at Nolandur, stops him from entering
Nope. You don't think so.
Hundaquildo's head looks up, noticing her appearing at the doorway.
Tuilerie bows, 'Greetings hir Tolmen'
Almanulde sips her tea as the fragrance of berries fills the air and nod at Tuilerie, noticing her presence at last
Tuilerie says, 'Greetings'
Almanulde bows deeply before Tuilerie.
Tuilerie says, 'It is a quiet morning'
Hundaquildo says, 'Indeed it is.'

The night passes freely without incident and in the pre dawn light Tolmen rises with a groan and taking his greatsword proceeds to practice his sword forms in a secluded glade not far from the camp, Hundaquildo seems to have been standing in his spot for quite some time, merely watching Gwingris and the colour of the sun changing around it.

The shadows of dusk were deepening with the passing of the minutes. Anor had long ago dipped below the lip of the Vale, though the sky was still colored faint by her brilliant hues of purples and pinks, with rays of light that lit the edges of passing clouds like fire.