Tinnurion

*A text in Tengwar lettering*

Friendship has a peculiar character; it can cross boundaries of race, opinions and heritage, and there may not be a friendship that illustrates that fact more than that between Thirenel and Tinnurion, two elves who grew in friendly bond against all odds.

Fruni follows the tall elf deeper into the cave and is pleasantly surprised to see how this part of his dwelling is fair and adorned with all sorts of elvish motives of which he can not say what they mean. The floor is evened out and from the ceiling hangs a blue crystal that covers the room in a dim but pale light. There is an entrance at the back that glows a faint yellow and he can feel a familiar warmth coming from it. There is food and wine stacked upon a large stone table, and a place with herbs and pots of salves all around.

A dark cave with a peculiar smell. The sound of the cold wind outside. A warm fire burns near a bed with clean white linen. Fruni, a dwarf of the Blue Mountains, wakes up bruised and drawn of his strength. He looks around and is met by a voice that speaks to him from a dark corner of the room.

Voice: I was always impressed by the resilience of Dwarves. Your bodies can endure so much pain.

Fruni: Who is it that speaks to me from the darkness? Show yourself!

Voice: You need not fear Master Dwarf. The darkness in this room means you no harm.

>The Wistful Thorn<

The thorns weep during the day,

The thorns weep during the night,

*The Cloak of Night*

I am the cloak of night

and I wave, and wave away,

the day's agonizing light