Lindon

5th hrívë, present days

Eärcalië led her horse out of the wood and down the gravelly path to Maeth’s house. She found him chopping the oaken logs in his back yard, she hopped off the horse and run to him presenting the bundle of wildflowers. He stared at them blinking, for a long while not saying anything.

5th hrívë, present days

48 Quellë, present days

"Move those arms 'Calie! Quick cuts! One, two, three! Strong strikes now! Never lock your elbow when striking, young elleth!"

"When the Traitor and I spent time together, building that hut and building a runaway life, we…. We wanted to make it as official as possible. We… I… Mythrenniel, I'm pregnant."

Upon one early summer morning, Morenwenna took a step outdoors from her enclosed, and dim halls. She looked all around every nook and cranny; the sun gleaming, the rustling of fauna, the sparkling water of the fountain and the birds singing in perfect harmony. Morenwenna proceeded to take a further step, only to feel the texture of thick paper and a sort of steel object on her barefoot. Puzzled, she lifted her foot to find a letter.

The night air bit my skin. Winds caressed me, blowing my blonde hair in my face. The stars sparkled like Noldorin jewels as I darted through the field. I had snuck out. I had waited for my parents to fall asleep, then I slipped from the house, and from town, to explore. Ah, yes, the wind ruffled my nightgown. I pulled it up, my bare ankles getting stained by the tall grasses. I ran, laughter filling the meadows as I tasted freedom.