Elf-lore

          Seregrían returns to the House of the Lore-masters next day at the same hour, this time wearing her new acolyte’s brooch prominently on the collar of her dress.  There is a spring to her step, and she hums tunelessly in her barely-contained joy.  She, the youngest member of the Gwaith-en-Gelydh!  Her parents are proud and happy for her, but as she approaches the House, she masters her glee and puts on a serious face as she enters the foyer, the door wards seein

          Carcírion was not upset at Seregrían for sneaking out of the house and visiting Mistress Gwathnim.  In fact, when they spoke the next morning he was mildly pleased.

          “She said what!?  About me?!?”  Seregrían cries.

           Time passes for the Elves in different ways than it does for the Mortals.  These differences are apparent in how they each appear and grow as children.  By an Elf-child’s first year from birth, they can walk, talk, sing and dance with ease.  One might happen across a group of Elf-children happily playing and think them all just children of maybe seven years of age &

The Battle of the Thousand Caves

- The Sack of Doriath -

 [a fairly old diary entry of Velspeth's, recently found by Galyndor and shown to Nevarda ]