Almanulde

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.

The sorrowful song of Eregion ever weaves the veils of despair upon our fëar, yet as I raise my eyes and look upon the starlit heavens my heart rejoices. The jewels of Elbereth, the clearest lights of Arda...Still they are resting above my gaze, and as ever, in times of great sorrow her ever-bright beauty remains. It shall be my wish for this night, that looking upon the celestial embroidery will fill us with hope once again, one that is so oft cried for on the journey of shadows we dared to begin.