Lindon

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.

Early summer in Lindon, in an attempt to escape the repairs on her parent's old house, Ealendil has ridden down to the docks at Celondim to negotiate with the local fishermen for some of their fine catch. Trading gossip with Drambin and learning news of late makes the day pass quickly.

Elves from Lindon, and afar, had gathered to celebrate Nost-na-Lothion - Birth of Flowers, on the meadow outside Duillond in Lindon.

Ealendil and Maedhrathin having travelled from Imladris to Lindon for the summer partook in the celebrations. Greetings and tales were shared, music and dancing enjoyed, seeds for the future planted, and flower petals were thrown.

Narturme, quelled but not quenched, there is ever fire waiting to be ignited in the hearts of the Exiled, like the heath of a forge, the brightness of flames, a reflection of light. Did you inherit such spark, young Eärcalië?

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.

Lindon, Ered Luin, River Lhûn and south-eastern vales… Home. It is marvelous to be back after weeks and days on the road. Trees still in full bloom greet me, and I can’t stop tears of joy trickle down my cheeks as I near my old family house.

Hopefully, just hopefully, this year’s yield of grapes will be enough to pay for the upcoming winter repairs. The good Naugrîm of Thrain’s vale do charge a lot, but their workmanship is incomparable.