27. That Which Was Lost Is Found
That which was lost is found.
Amarie had spent the better part of the night considering the matter. After pacing back and forth on her balcony for hours she suddenly realised that no one else knew about it. As a result there need not be any worry about embarrassing meetings. It concerned her alone. Much relieved, she re-entered her bedroom and prepared for bed. Amarie hoped that now that she had resolved her worries she could rest for the few hours remaining until dawn. Then she would need to dress and return to the workshops and start the rebuilding of Bar-Meneg-Mir-Lain.
Amarie awakened to the sounds of Sadi moving next door in her bedroom and using the bathing room. She lay there for a while listening to Sadi humming as she prepared for her day. Smiling to herself she stretched and sat up just as a soft knock came at the bedroom door.
"Penneth, time to rise and start our new day."
"I am awake, pen vuil."
"How was the tour?" Sadi asked as she entered.
"It was wonderful, and Sadi you will never guess what I found up in Lord Elrond's rooms."
"Lord Elrond," Sadi frowned, "what were you doing up there?"
"He gave Erestor permission to take me there to see three very special tapestries hanging on the walls in his sitting room. Sadi, they were grandmother's missing Three Seasons."
"By the Valar, how did they get here?"
"Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel gifted them to Lord Elrond when they moved to Lorien. And that is not all, Sadi, the doors leading into his rooms were carved by grandfather."
Sadi smiled at Amarie's obvious joy at finding these pieces of her grandparent's artistry being enjoyed and used by other people. Due to the isolation they lived with in the past it was all to easy to forget that was the reason for the work being created
"I knew about the doors, penneth. They were done for his marriage to the Lady Celebrian, poor lady."
"Oh Sadi, I remember, she was attacked by yrch just like my parents, but she survived."
"Yes, but she never recovered from it and sadly departed for the Western Lands."
"How sad for Lord Elrond and his children. I am surprised they did not go with her."
"It is never easy to make those kind of decisions, penneth, but I suppose they were not ready to go, much like you and I when your grandparents left."
"I know, but to be alone for so long." Amarie shook her head and sighed.
"Lord Erestor said that the young lords Elrohir and Elladan will be returning from patrol in the next month or so. Perhaps you will find them interesting." Sadi smiled mischievously. "But be warned, penneth, they are known to be very great pranksters and are popular with all the ellyth.
Amarie grinned, "I have been warned! What about the Lady Arwen? Where is she?"
"After her mother's departure she went to stay with her grandparents in Lorien. I suspect there were too many sad memories for her here and she needed the attention of the Lady Galadriel. She does visit here from time to time I understand but Caras Galadon has become her home."
"Poor Lord Elrond, he seems to have lost most of his family," Amarie sat chewing her bottom lip as she considered his story.
"Well, enough of sad things, penneth, we have exciting things to deal with today and you need to get up and dressed so that the new Bar-Meneg-Mir-Lain may begin to shine again." Sadi crossed to the door. "I will wait for you down in the Hall of Fire. I want to look at that weaving on the loom there. Lord Erestor was saying that the elleth that was working on it left it behind after she married some time back. I want to see if it may be salvageable."
"You intend to try?" Amarie looked surprised.
"No, but one of the other weavers might be interested in a challenge. You know how they hate to see anything like that discarded. There may be others here who would like to have the use of the loom but are reluctant to remove the work as long as it remains unfinished."
"Very well, pen vuil, I will meet you there shortly."
After a quick breakfast of tea, fruit and sweet breads, Amarie and Sadi walked the short distance to the workshops and soon immersed themselves in organising files and supplies. Before starting, though, they took a quick tour of all the workrooms and found to their delight, that artisans had started preparing several looms to begin actual weaving. By the end of the day at least one would be in full operation. Sharing pleased smiles and words of encouragement with various artisans and waving to those still working on equipment assembly, they returned to the room that would act as Amarie's studio.
"Now, pen vuil, you take over setting up the main office next door and I will concentrate on getting this one together." Amarie shooed Sadi towards the door.
"We have work to do."
Bar-Meneg-Mir-Lain –House Of A Thousand Jewelled Threads
Penneth –young one
Elleth – female elf
pen vuil – dear one
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