The western sea, shores of Lindon

A dream of hers had come true, to again see the western sea from Lindon, from where many of her kind had sailed west. She had been here before, as a young child, born in Forlindon after the great war. When her parents, both jewel-smiths, had migrated to the newly founded Ost-in-Edhil in Hollin, she had never had the opportunity to come here again. Now she had finally returned, if only for a brief visit.

Tuilérie rests by the small fire she had made for herself and her Nolandur at the beach, the quiet surge of the sea comforting them. She had come here as part of an escort to hïr Fëamiril and hïril Gilinnen from Imladris, assigned to Sergeant Daegond by Captain Saranassë as a scout. Lady Manadhlaer had also traveled. with them.

The journey had been long and slow, and made longer and slower by the tragic ambush as they had crossed into the lands of men. Much had been lost, yet they had escaped, though the sergeant had suffered serious wounds, now slow in healing thanks to Lady Manadhlaer's skillful attention.

Sergeant Daegond had taken his leave as soon as they had arrived, fulfilling the obligations to Lord Anglachelm. Tuilérie suspected the sergeant had a different objective in mind than returning immediately to Imladris.

Tuilérie had stayed of course, she could not return with the sergeant, there remained Lady Manadhlaer to escort back, and though she had been assigned to the sergeant, she quickly surmised that her obligations and service now remained with the Lady of the Pillar, the sergeant had to go alone.

Nolandur snuggles up to her and curls up next to her, seagulls cry softly sailing the night breeze. As the fire slowly fades, Tuilérie gaze wanders out to the west, seeking those shores on the far side, shores that only her kind may reach.