There is a perhaps familiar golden-haired Elven woman walking the grounds outside, feet bare and flowers haphazardly tangled in her hair. At the moment she seems lost in a daydream, a soft smile on her face, but she would not mind company on her walk.

[[Re-introing Idril Celebrindal, daughter of Turgon and Elenwë from The Silmarillion.]]

Enter an Elf, singing. He is tall, black-haired, gray-eyed, pointy-eared and ridiculously pretty - nothing too remarkable, in other words. His voice, though, is lovely even by the high standards of the Elves ( Read more... )

Should any of the people in the Mansion's main room care to watch the door they will find it opening to reveal yet another new arrival. Outside stands a woman in old-fashioned clothes that some may identify as distinctly elvish, just like the pointed ears which show when she pushes her hair back with one hand. The other is clutching a leather-bound ( Read more... )

*a (by the looks of her) four-year-old Elven child walks in, toting a small box* *chipperly* Hello! I was wondering if anyone about my size would like some shoes. *opens the box to reveal two very Idril sized beautifully made blue shoes* They are very pretty, and I thought someone might like them. *smiles brightly and offers them around*

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