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Cinnamon Raymaker
Continuing to wave bravely in support of her uncle and his quest, Elwing watches as the ship disappears from view behind the rolling swells. Biting her lip she turns from the ocean and looks across the deserted home of the Teleri towards the palace of King Olwe. As she does so, she ponders the question as to whether the Valar are aware of what has transpired in the mortal lands. She then shakes herself mentally for even contemplating such a thought. There must be a reason why events have transpired thus; the disappearance of her husband and the situation in which Aztryd and her people find themselves. There must be a reason. She just wishes she knew what the challenge ahead of her will bring.
Pulling herself together Elwing centers her mind on the tasks that must be completed here to ready Alqualonde for the arrival of survivors from Aztryd's clan. She mentally checks off the items needed and purposefully descends the steps from the harbor and crosses the courtyard back to the steps of her uncle's palace. As she walks her steps echo around the empty marketplace. Moments later, she starts her way up the magnificent spiral stairway towards the palace itself. As she enters the Jeweled palace, she looks around at the splendor on display. Sadly, this place is an empty shell waiting to be refilled with the voices and sounds of long lost elvenkind. Ironically it will soon be inhabited by dwarvenkind, depending on who has survived.
Elwing pauses and then thinks. Dwarves eat meat, lots of it, she thinks. There is no possible way for her to produce meat for the larder, and even if she could, she disdains the killing of animals. Her friends are birds, and she cannot imagine eating one. But vegetables, those she can gather, and roots from the gardens near the kitchen and from the nearby forest. Lost in thought, she turns towards the kitchen to search for baskets in which to store the produce she intends to collect.
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Pulling herself together Elwing centers her mind on the tasks that must be completed here to ready Alqualonde for the arrival of survivors from Aztryd's clan. She mentally checks off the items needed and purposefully descends the steps from the harbor and crosses the courtyard back to the steps of her uncle's palace. As she walks her steps echo around the empty marketplace. Moments later, she starts her way up the magnificent spiral stairway towards the palace itself. As she enters the Jeweled palace, she looks around at the splendor on display. Sadly, this place is an empty shell waiting to be refilled with the voices and sounds of long lost elvenkind. Ironically it will soon be inhabited by dwarvenkind, depending on who has survived.
Elwing pauses and then thinks. Dwarves eat meat, lots of it, she thinks. There is no possible way for her to produce meat for the larder, and even if she could, she disdains the killing of animals. Her friends are birds, and she cannot imagine eating one. But vegetables, those she can gather, and roots from the gardens near the kitchen and from the nearby forest. Lost in thought, she turns towards the kitchen to search for baskets in which to store the produce she intends to collect.
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