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Oh, I was much happier there, in those days. Unlike the Noldor, the Teleri celebrated a communal way of living; cooking, along with child-minding, laundry, and general merriment, were daily, ongoing group efforts. One could never be lonely in a Teleri household. Once I made it clear that I was of far greater use with a chef’s knife than the fisherman’s harpoon, even Telpe stopped pleading with me to join him out at sea. It was the sandstone kitchen bench that became my true home by the shores of Tol Eressëa.

Prompt: Once it blazed on banners and armour, the mark of Fëanor’s house. But who stands over it? Is it a brother, a son who helped lay it down, lingering in exile or defiance? A descendant tracing lost lineage? Or a stranger, unaware of what they’ve found? 

Prompt: Just as Men read from books and Elves from song, Dwarves are said to read the stone itself, seeing in each stalactite or flowstone the echoes of history, heroes, or omens. They craft folktales from the shapes of speleothems, seeing in them all manner of shapes and creatures, and passing them down to their young as they explore the caves.