vineyard

Carniquessë, Ealendil, Nienorë and Iorinos, a few members of the company that has traveled from Imladris, meet up with hîr Astordir, whom they met recently, and hîr Fëamiril, Elvealin's father, to enjoy the warm evening in the vineyards and sample some of the produce of Lothlórien.

While lady Ealendil has ridden down to the docks of Celondim, Maedhrathin ignores his duties inspecting the roof, retrieves a couple bottles of that old wine from the cellar, and ventures out into the vineyard.

Here, in the shade of the old vines, he passes the day entertaining one of the local residents with his harp.

Nunheryn, my gardener, is showing off this year’s yield of grapes in the Vineyard. He is very smug, that insufferable scoundrel, but he has an almost surreal knack for nurturing those vines.

Nan aear adh in elin, it does look like I will finally be able to pay for much needed repairs on the old family house.