Urwendi

Tolmen wiped his hands on his smithing apron with a satisfied smile, the forge was working admirably and keeping a steady heat was effortless as he worked, he would add the elaborate filegree and fancy etchings later but for now the sturdy yet flexible plated armour for hiril Urwendi was almost complete.The quendi seemed fascinated with him and was most respectful in his and Silwe's presence, something he greatly approved of. The lady had asked his advice on forging techniques and she showed her own work of a steel sword worked with crystals and mithril, a truly deadly an

Year 2518 of Third Age, autumn

Clear voices rose and fell in the starlit air. One rose above the others. It was singing in the fair elven-tongue.

In gwidh ristennin, i fae narchannen
I Calar Ithil ed ardhon gwannen
Calad veleg, ethuiannen. 
 

Everything ends.

If I were only a flower with

no name, blooming in a field

with others just the same.