[Everdawn]

There it was. The white city, Minas Tirith, a huge construction of man’s glory. It was not the first time Énien had gazed upon the mass of stone. Its citadels calling out to the realms, to challenge its magnificence Daring them to brave its towering walls. Yes, It was a magnificent feat of man. It always made her feel cold and immobile. Always cold. The hands of men construct stone, work it to their liking, almost as well as the dwarves. No elf would dare build such a colossal edifice to render their wonder save perhaps, the Elf King’s halls in Mirkwood but not to this magnitude. The lack of natural atmosphere always unnerved her. But there was a touch in Minas Tirith of elven nature.

Still Énien was excited. Fitfy years it had been since she had seen it, and much had changed. They rode along to the Chambria's estate, a beautiful mansion it was. They had met Wren's family, they had been quick to notice Énien and Calimir. Énien had been a little standoffish, only becuase she was overtaken by the sheer size of what was before her. Still she had stayed behind her adoptive brother for most of the time, opting to ride towards the back of the party. Rangar had laughed at her for this. "Come now, Énien, you are not shy now are you, shepard of us mortals? What scars you?!" The elf has shot a sharp look at him for this. "I am not shy Rangar, meerly wary. Something which you all forget to be, even here some things go wrong." She here hinted that she knew about Baroden and his attempt to kill Rangar.

The servents in the Chambria's house were egar to show them to their rooms. Though many gawked at the elves strangly. This made Énien uneasy. "Wren." she called as she was being let away with Ravenne and Aerin. "If i get lost! i iwll have you to blame!" she smiled. There was a huge room for all of them, Énien did not knwo who or where she was near. The elf had barely put her things down when a servent had called her and said that a washroom was ready for her to get ready for the dinner. A very beautiful green dress was laid out before her. "Tonight i will look like a mortal woman" she laughed to herself. Her hair now shining, no longer grubby, and her skin was back to the same stayed-to-long-in-the-sun bronze. She looked in the mirror at her reflection and laughed some more. Énien rummaged through her bag to find one last missing item. Upon her breast she hung a silver chain, and upon the silver chain was a beautiful silver lily, which her mother, Seveniel, had given her before crossing the seas.


She stepped out of the room, to find Aerin, Rave and Carmalita. It seemed to many that there was a light shining inside her. "You look like one of us." Ravenne had said. "And you all look beautiful." Énien had said in return. They had been met by the men at the bottom of the staircase. Calimir had given a smirk. "You look like one of them... And what's this, no weapons? I never thought id see the day Énien the proud would go without her weapons."


"Then your day has not come, my friend. I have a daggar, though it is barely two inches, strapped to my thigh." She laughed. And gazed at Bregand as he took Carmailta's arm. It felt to Énien that her heart truly smiled. They had been seated, so that Énien was seated beside Rave and Carmalita, across from Calimir. The two conversed in elvish for a while, which passing servents stopped to listen. "This is a far cry from the ways of the elves" Énien spoke in elvish, "But wonderful none the less." to this Calimir replied in elvish. "Yes, wonderful, i can agree, but I think Bregand agrees more" Bregand on hearing a small snippet of elvish conversation looked up and the two elves laughed. "Go back to your dinner, you have Carmailta to enteratin!" she said to through gasps of laugheter in elvish.

"What was that about?" asked Rave who had taken time out of her conversation with Wren's friend. "oh nothing" Énien said rather innocently, Calimir still sniggering diagonal to her.