A Celebration of Apples
The sun has disappeared and the sky is slowly fading into starlit night. And as the darkness grows and the chill of the air deepens, the lamps and fires are lit within the House of Elrond and there is a coming and a going from the kitchens to the great hall. The tables are set, the food is prepared, and everywhere there is an abundance of apples. For the Master of this house was right earlier that day when he guessed that his people would want to bring in the apple crop with all befitting pomp and circumstance.
His guest has been shown a guest room fitted with a wash basin and a beautiful if dim view of the river and all the word that has been passed through the house is that Master Elrond has a guest who arrived mysteriously (out of the very air)and that she will be at the feast. Apart from this tiny morsel of information, nothing is know, despite all cunning and elegant attempts to wrangle additional intelligence from the Master of this house.
Or anyone else for that matter.
But soon the wait will be over. The eager curiosity swirls through the air, not unlike the steam from the food, mixing in with the chatter as the household begins to file into the great hall where both Elrond and the Sons of Elrond are already seated. A place has been set where guests are normally seated, next to the host, and at present one of the sons of Elrond stands - and goes to fetch the visitor, lest she be lost once she leaves her room.
His guest has been shown a guest room fitted with a wash basin and a beautiful if dim view of the river and all the word that has been passed through the house is that Master Elrond has a guest who arrived mysteriously (out of the very air)and that she will be at the feast. Apart from this tiny morsel of information, nothing is know, despite all cunning and elegant attempts to wrangle additional intelligence from the Master of this house.
Or anyone else for that matter.
But soon the wait will be over. The eager curiosity swirls through the air, not unlike the steam from the food, mixing in with the chatter as the household begins to file into the great hall where both Elrond and the Sons of Elrond are already seated. A place has been set where guests are normally seated, next to the host, and at present one of the sons of Elrond stands - and goes to fetch the visitor, lest she be lost once she leaves her room.