Yestare

Branalph watches as fireworks in the colors of the House scatter their brilliant light near the halls of Lósengriol. What will the new turn of the seasons bring? His thoughts turn to his beloved Arradril, and the coming joys of exchanging their silver betrothal rings for golden wedding bands.

Many of the guests inscribed their wishes and hopes for the coming turn of the seasons on the parchments provided for that purpose. Seregrían, however, states hers plainly before the entire company: that the houses of Bar-en-Acharn and Lósengriol might remain close and become yet closer. 

At the behest of hiril Manadhlaer and hir Melumatyar, Lirisseya stands before the remaining revelers and tells the entire tale of the discovery of esteloth growing improbably among the snowdrifts of the foothills north of the Vale, and further, the discovery of its uses and lore.

Numerous guests came to the revel ready to play and sing, among them Glorfingwë, Maegwine, and hiril Seregrían. However, the melodies played by hir Ingrasion of Bar-en-Acharn were most loudly requested, and he favored the company with several tunes.

Thoughts turn to those members of the Mithdirith-i-Lonnath who are on duty that day, patrolling or scouting afar. Though she is blessed with the company of two whom she has grown to love dearly, it is Aearlinn's wish that all her 'family' and friends could be together on such a morning - but maybe next year... or the following one!

On Yestare, Curugirion, Aearandir and Aearlinn stand upon the heights in Duillond and gaze across the Vale of Lhun. Though rumours persist of great troubles in the East and their own patrols are incressed in Ered Luin, there is ever hope and joy to be had in the beauty of the land, in wine and song and dance - and in good company.