The Re-embodied Elf

Glorfindel murmurs assent as they reach the ground floor, the hall treading a line between richly furnished and severely styled. Here there are more staff members, and some of the Royal Court are still in evidence. Persistent folk, he will give them that. The courtyard is alit in torch light, the flames snapping and muttering in the breeze. In the center of the courtyard, the White Tree flourishes. as stark as the guards that surround it.