Elven brothers Tindello Tenderleaf and Tavelorn Silverbranch discuss the worth of adapting to new ways versus that of honoring their Nandorin heritage.
In this place, the house Brethilimbar, which is Birkenhall in the Common Speech, that is in the valley of the Lhun in the eastward lands of Lindon, behind the Blue Mountains from the Sea, at this time, after the passage of Nernwen, lady of the Mithlond, over the Sea in the twenty-first yén of the Third Age according to the Reckoning of Imladris, upon the occasion, the brothers Tindello and Tavelorn debate the mode of their living, their heritage, and the lessons of the past. I, Tavelorn Silverbranch, make this record.
Tavelorn: My brother, why do you frown so to be under this roof that our father caused to be raised to the pleasure of our mother, so recently departed, and in which the both of us were born?
Tindello: Do I frown? It is a fine hall, and will be finer when I have finished carving its roof-beams. Yet if I do, perhaps it is because before this roof was raised, our father’s folk had dwelt by choice under the stars, to feel the wind in their hair free about them.
Tavelorn: The wind, and likewise the rain which, you understand, however little it may dampen your spirit, is very bad for books, of which we have now no small collection, and more in fragments to be restored, and more yet I suppose to be written.
Tindello: Written in the letters of Feänor! The cirth are fine for carving in wood or stone, the better to outlast paper and what is more the Angerthas are the work of Daeron the Singer, of our own good people.
Tavelorn: If you carved staves and stones enough to keep the lore in all our books, and those I have yet to restore, and those yet to be written, you would have wood and stone enough to build a house with, so it comes to the same thing.
Tindello: You are not far wrong. Indeed, if you have seen, I have graven the Lay of Leithian about the beams that hold up the ceiling in the great-room, and it took no small season of work, for the Lay is long.
Tavelorn: I have seen it, and the carving is very fine. But it will catch the light better when the runes are inlaid with silver leaf. My pupil Gannelion has sheets of pure metal hammered thin and fine by the folk of the Vale of Thráin.
Tindello: So long as the Naugrim do not decide we have paid too little for it. Your ceiling will do little to keep out the weather if they take the roof-beams away.
Tavelorn: That is ungently said, brother. The silver-leaf was bought with our good timber and choice meat of your own hunting, and green herbs of the Falathlorn and wine of Limael’s vinting for the making of medicines – and they were well pleased with the bargain.
Tindello: As well they should be, as it was our own silver they took their hammers to. But I do not fear the Lay becoming a net of jewel-lore to snare us in some curse. Let your pupil gaud it as he likes.
[work in progress, subject to alteration as the debate develops]