Maedhrathin

Daeruth felt as though she had become useful again, since being ostracised for mushroom picking and accused of treasure seeking in some ruins that scout Filegris asked her to stay away from, Hiril Tingruviel had requested she attend Lady Ealendil and Master Maedhrathin at the old school of Mirobel, the pair were wed and Daeruth let them chatter about inconsequential things while she studied the scraps of old knowledge for anything of interest, seperating to cover more area each spent time making notes, moving further into what she assumed was an old master's room or assembly h

The small kingfisher landed on a flat rock in the middle of the stream, reflections of the sun dancing across the surface creating a mosaic-like pattern as a backdrop to its perfectly still silhouette. Suddenly it dives, and emerges a few seconds later a small fish in its beak. The bird rustles its wing feathers and takes flight, busy. Maedhrathin smiles at the small drama of nature before him. He is sitting crossed legged by the stream in solitude, fishing rod on his left side, untouched. Tuilérie is gone. A pilgrimage of sorts to Eregion, as he had came to understand it.