23. A Great Unveiling
A Great Unveiling
After dinner, Amarie found herself alone with Lord Erestor when Sadi excused herself from the tour of the library. She was quite forthright when she told them she had already visited it and having found some interesting books, she preferred to return to their suite and indulge in an early night with a good read. Something she had not been able to enjoy for a long time.
Upon entering the lower floor of the library, Amarie's eyes were immediately drawn to a large tapestry facing the main part of the room. It told the story of the shattering of Narsil, the mighty sword of Elendil who fell in SA3441 while fighting Sauron. Below it lying on a beautifully carved malachite table laid the actual broken sword. She crossed to the table and touched the hilt reverently.
"It really exists." she breathed softly. "but how sad to see it so."
"Yes," Erestor said simply.
She stepped back and studied the large tapestry above it for quite sometime. "This was done not long after the battle that shattered the sword, but it was not done by anyone I recognise."
"How can you tell when it was done?" Erestor asked curiously.
"Look here on the border. Notice its width… and here," she pointed to a curious design, "that was commonly done during that time period as well. Sometimes they included a date along with the name or coat of arms of the maker or individual who commissioned it."
"That shade of dye was no longer used two or three hundred years later. And it was woven on a larger version of a warp weighted loom."
"Warp weighted loom?
She laughed at his puzzled expression. "Yes, you have a smaller version sitting in that room off of the Hall Of Fire. This was woven on a similar one that was about three times bigger."
"The looms I saw down in the new workshops are very different."
"Yes, those we call either high or low warp frames. They both do essentially the same job, but one, the weaver sits in front of and the other, they bend over the work." She laughed again at his expression. "I don't think you really need that level of detailed technical know how. All of the looms are used for tapestry weaving. It really depends on the weaver and his or her particular choice of loom to do the work with."
She returned to again study the tapestry. "This really should be cleaned and there are several places that could use some repairs."
They moved on through the library and shared information on the rest of the tapestries.
"Would you dictate what you have observed on the tapestries to a scribe so that we can compile a more accurate history of them?" Erestor asked her.
"Of course, and we may be able to add more information from our resource material on those I did not recognise."
"That would be a most welcome addition to the library files." He paused and smiled as they left the library, "There is one final stop we have to make before we are through this evening."
She followed him as he moved toward the stairs that led to the more private family rooms. She was extremely curious as they climbed them and walked down a long hall toward a pair of beautifully inset carved doors with various woods in a woodland design.
"These are incredible. It may be my imagination but there is something about them that looks quite familiar." she commented and bent to examine them closely. "May I ask who lives here?"
"They are Lord Elrond's rooms." Erestor replied
She looked up at him startled. "Lord Erestor, I do not feel that I should enter in his absence. They are his private places."
"He directed me to include his sitting room on your tour. There are three tapestries he thought you would particularly enjoy." Erestor opened the doors and urged her through into the room.
"Oh," she breathed joyfully as she recognised what he was talking about. The three beautifully designed tapestries representing three of the four seasons and glowed with jewel-toned colors. "This is what happened to them. Grandmother would be so happy to know that they are here, they are some of her most beautiful work."
"She did not know?"
"No, they were originally ordered as a wedding gift, but it never took place. They had been sent as each one had been completed and the family cancelled the order before the fourth and final season was finished. We never heard what happened to these three. May I ask how they came here?"
They came with the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn just after Rivendell was established. The tapestries were gifted to Lord Elrond when they moved to Lorien.
She nodded thoughtfully, "They are worthy of such a great Lord."
Crossing to the far wall to study the one representing summer she glanced through the open door that lead into Lord Elrond's bedroom and hesitated for just a moment. She registered a sense of familiarity but dismissed it immediately and continued on to the tapestry. After a through study she turned back to Erestor and followed him back towards the beautifully carved hall doors. Frowning she quickly moved past him and touched the carving of a small bird. "My lord, this is very hard to believe." Looking up at him she pointed to the bird. "That is my grandfather's signature. I thought the carving style looked familiar, he did the carving on these doors."
A startled Erestor moved closer and studied the carvings carefully. "You are sure?"
She nodded. "He used similar carvings on a bed he made as a wedding gift for my grandmother. As soon as we finish unpacking you can compare them."
"Well it seems that Bar-Meneg-Mir-Lain has been a part of Imladris for longer then we thought." He added thoughtfully.
"My Lord, I do know not why the Valar have chosen to bless the members of Bar-Meneg-Mir-Lain so, but I want both Lord Elrond and you to know how grateful we are for our new home. We will do everything we can to insure that Imladris and her lord never regret that decision."
Erestor smiled at her earnest face. "My lady, I sincerely doubt that such a thing will ever happen. Your people have already enriched our lives and I know it will only get better.
She nodded as they returned down the hall to the stairs. As they made the final turn to descend she came to an abrupt halt and touched Erestor's arm.
"My Lord, who are they?" she asked pointing to a painting on the
sidewall of a striking elf lord, a beautiful young elleth, and two handsome ellyn.
"Why that is Lord Elrond and his children."
Amarie did something she had never done before, she fainted.
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