Setting: Harlindon, early Second Age

Mithlond: Market

Elves come to buy everything here! Sturdy, canopied stalls, built into the street, are crowded with goods during the day, and strung with lanterns at night. Silks flutter, flowers bloom, bells jingle, and merchants cry their wares. The smell of freshly cooked fish tempts...

An unsurpassed concentration of children and doves wanders through the market.

The evening tide roars beneath the basalt cliffs holding Lindon apart from the Sea. A quarter moon wanders the sky.

Lamps are strung between the booths of the market, each stall a temptation and delight. Wool and silk, nets and stylish straw hats, skewers of fish and buckets of clams - all these are to be found, should one care to browse. The Sindar are here, as are the Noldor, and the occasional Man, in town awaiting a ship to the Land of Gift, so recently gifted.

A brown-haired elf with emeralds in his braids, otherwise dressed soberly and for travel, browses a rack of bows.

Head tilted back so that her dark hair brushes the backs of her calves, an elven woman, eyes closed in pleasure, holds a clam in the palm of her hand up to her mouth. The clam seller watches with his shucking knife ready to slide into a another clam on her signal. Brushing the juice from her lips, she smiles and nods. "That was lovely! Yes, another."