Library of Rivendell

[Arwen Undómiel]

The libarary of Rivendell if filled with books and scroll on both Elven and Mannish history. If there is something you need to find ask the keeper.

[Elrohir]

Elorhir was looking around the Library when he saw Arwen.

"Greetings sister! How are you this fine day?"

[Arwen Undómiel]

"Hello Elrohir," Arwen smiled looking up from her book as she heard her brother come in. "I am well and you?"

[Elrohir]

"Very well thank you. I thought I would find you here. What are reading about this time?"

[Arwen Undómiel]

"The Lay of Luthien, again," she laughed showing her brother the script on the front of the book. "It's my favorite, you should know that."

[Elrohir]

"I wouldnt of if it wasnt for you reading that book over and over," Elrohir moved to a seat next to his sister and began to read a random book that he chose randomly,

"Visited Aragorn lately?"

[Arwen Undómiel]

(We have an Aragorn on here?!)

"No," she shook her head. "I have not heard from him in a long time."

[Lady Morwen]

Morwen sat in a chair in the corner of the Library, it had been along time since she was here last. She leaned on a railing reading a small book with elven writting in which she was familiar in reading of. She enjoyed elvish, and compared to her history many elves she had met on her travels had enjoyed her company.

She wore a white gown with a white hood placed over her head, just sitting on the crown of it. As she read the elven words her heart danced, for being able t read this, and being able to be treated as one of their kin. She looekd around hearing voices, alas she did not go and find who's they were, for she knew them to be The Lord Elrohir and The Lady of The Imalris. Sweet was her voice and beautiful she was, although Morwen had not completly met her before... she had heard rumours of the beauty of the Evenstar...

[Idrial]

Idrial walked into the library seeing Arwen for whom she was suppose to meet. Idrial walked forward her blonde hair waving behind her. "Arwen of Rivendell" Idrial spoke softly "I am Idrial maiden of Galadriel" She says to her in the same soft voice.

[Arwen Undómiel]

Arwen looked up from her book again, sensing the light elven footstes. She glanced over at her brother. "Lay Idrial," Arwen sayed. "What brings you to Rivendell?"

[Idrial]

"Well I just wanted to see the city again" She says softly as she smiled.

[Arwen Undómiel]

"Well then, you are free to do as you wish," Arwen said smiling. She remembered now seeing her in Lothlorien.

[Idrial]

Idrial smiled softly at her "I have qustions about when you used Loudwater on the Nazgul" She asks.

[Ecthelion]

Ecthelion was shown to the famed library, his booted feet light, almost soundless on the polished wood of the floors. Scrolls in oiled silk wrappings, and books rose above him in shelves, some obviously ancient
Almost as ancient as I he thought with a faint smile, although not truly, it was over seven thousand years since the first Edain had come across the Ered Lindon into Beleriand, and for fourteen thousand years before that he had lived in the Bliss of Valinor, and Valinorean years were longer than those of Arda.
He reached up and drew down a scroll , lovingly wrapped around a spool, handles smooth with much handling and unrolled it on an empty table. With one hand he pushed back the thick spill of his long hair, as he glanced over the poem and smiled.

Of a house of princes, an elven lord,
Tall of helm and bright of sword.
For him the elves ever shed a tear,
For in the escape he guarded the rear.
A Balrog of Morgoth came upon them,
And the following battle is told in many a poem.
Glorfindel the golden-haired of the Golden Flower,
Fought most valiantly in that hour.
Along the cliffs those two fought
And elven victory was very dearly bought.
For when that devil fell from that high place,
So also Glorfindel fell from grace.
Their bodies upon the rocks were broken.
Glorfindel's body was not forsaken
But was borne up by the eagle Thorondor
And the elves buried their savior,
Upon the mountain where cold winds blew
And ever after golden flowers grew
Until the world is made anew.

Glorfindel, mellon nin, it must be passing strange to read about your own deeds in this room, he replaced the scroll carefully in its niche. Glorfindel would probably have smiled himself, he was brilliant, of course, beautiful, with the inbred arrogance of one of the greatest and most famed of the Elven Lords of old, but not over-proud, and he would have been amused, and told his own version, which would no doubt have been short and sweet, told in that rich voice, ' I fought, I died, ' and then he would have laughed. Hiding the pain, the memory, of it, behind his glitter.
Ecthelion took down another scroll, these here, were of Gondolin, it seemed, and he found himself reading or Aredhel ar Finiel, and her son Maeglin.

Aredhel.... he sighed, looking unseeing out of the window for a moment. White Lady
Fingolfins daughter, tall and slender, always in silver and white, with long, long dark hair, brave and proud, and chafing at her long years in Gondolin, no matter how magical it was, when she longed to be riding , running, over the lands of Middle Earth, for she had been protected , and not known all its perils. To none had she given her heart, but she was close in friendship with the sons of Feanor.
Ecthelion closed the book. Reckless, doomed, beautiful Aredhel, who's son had brought treachery on Gondolin and whos name was cursed forever. Maeglin, I never trusted you, but Turgon, after loosing his sister, took you into his heart and his councils,
He shook his head, That is the trouble with living so long, memories seem so immediate, as if things happened only yesterday But now, it was of Middle Earth in these days, he wished to learn.
He rose and went to the window, looking across at the plunging spume of the waterfall. He would have to travel on soon, to learn, it seemed. There seemed an odd ennui here. Of course the Eldalie could be perfectly happy, and content alone, unlike mortals who seemd to like company, companionship, some elves, like himself , never married, but in his home in Gondolin he had entertained friends, stopped in the city squares and streets to speak to others. But here, there was a strange , he would not call it unfriendliness, but rather a sense that no-one cared or was curious about any stranger, or inclined to speak, save for Ingold who he had met in the lands beyond. Ennui, was the right word, but he had never felt it in any elf-kingdom before, perhaps it was like this as the world grew older, and the Elves with it.

[Lady Morwen]

Morwen turned the last page of the small elven book she read, and quickly read it through. When she finished it, she got up and walked to a small shelf where she had found it, and then placed it exactly where she found it...

She looked through a window and saw the sun's light, there was no music save that of a myraid bird about the window. The light dribbeled in the room with its fragrence and its drapies seemed even sweeter than before. She strayed down a small passage lightened with the sun, until she chanced upon a little stairway, and going down this she came to a porch and a sunny court. Therin was a lattice-gate that opened to her hand and led into a garden whose lawns were spread beneath the window of the Library....There she wandered breathing the airs and watching the sun above the elven roofs....