Vinyalonde

Continued from A Word In Sogadan's Ear

I was bringing a tray of thin wafers and broth to Rainith, and thinking of a hundred ways to coax my stubborn mistress to eat a bit of this delicate fare if she refuses it

Went for a walk in the gardens, and found my mistress Rainith standing alone beside the roaring waterfall. Very weary she was, as she seems always to be lately, and I thought she looked a little too pale. We talked a good while, and I was pleased to give her an account of my studies, and prove that I shall attain anything that I set out to do, and how I have mastered the first three chapters of the little book of Quenya that she gave me.

In the Hall late today, but had no wine as I have not settled my bill with Sogadan yet. After a little angry talk, I have concluded that he is the most ill-humored, miserly elf that I have ever met in all my life. The Hound Daegond was here earlier, and though I did pretend not to notice him over my book, he stood at length glowering with those dark eyes of his until I was near flummoxed, and had to acknowledge his presence.

This very unimportant opinion is presented to my lord in the hopes that he will forgive any wrongness or imbecility of idea: his servant is no scholar on tactics or war, but if my lord would read this letter, something of interest might be discovered by him, for not only is he most thoughtful, generous and kin

Up, and sat long thinking of the best way to go about my business for Lord Veryacano before he brings the hammer down on my head and banishes me from the valley. Only just the other night, he asked for an account of my progress, and little satisfied was he to learn that I have still not spoken with Lord Anglachelm!

Continued from Manhandled  Folly and Fury 

For the first few days after she had arrived, Maltariel was not particularly concerned by the absence of her friend. Even in Lorien Rainith had been known to wander, and was rarely if ever to be found in the rooms she’d been assigned, unless Galdorion was there with her. As the days passed, however, and the notes she left with various people around the valley were ignored, Maltariel’s patience began to wear thin.

Continued from Manhandled,  Folly and Fury, Sword and Stone, Black Ice, Deep Thoughts, The Speech, 

Continued from Manhandled,  Folly and Fury, Sword and Stone,  Black Ice, Deep Thoughts, The Speech, Expectations, An Unprofitable Servant