stars

Imladris, some time last month.

"When have I last stayed in one place this long?"

She descends the steep slope down to the rushing waters with a well-practiced jump. 

"Was it when the Elvenking kept me in his halls, after his wardens dredged me from the accursed river? How many years ago now..."

Though not as mysteriously beautiful as Lothlorien, nor as great as Rivendell, still fair was the town of the Firstborn located southernmost in Ered Luin on the river Lhûn, just south of Duillond. Celondim, Sindarin for "river dell", the major port which ferried wood to Mithlond where the white ships departed for the West, and even in these times it was a bustling city. A land no doubt elvish, for the forest was fair and green, and there were hills and rivers, and upon the soft wind came the voices of the Elves.

Aicasicil’s family mansion, Forlindon, centuries ago

The light of the Moon shone high in the sky, filtering through the window into the room. It hit a series of wall-mounted decorations of painted crystals, creating a fascinating play of light-streaks on the ceiling. Little Eärcalië watched, fascinated, the colorful display. Her mother, who was reading her a bedtime story, closed the book and smiled.