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I couldn’t sleep. On one hand I was excited about the offer from Lord Aulë and kept thinking of more and more designs, analyzing them and then tossing them out of contention, one by one. These new works must be my best and would take all of my free time. I needed to finalized the design decisions on them as quickly as possible.
My appearance before the Court was the other reason that I couldn’t sleep. Even though I knew that nobody had been harmed and that only Turukáno, Laurefindel, Huan and I had been embarrassed, I still had to appear before the King, Queen, and the full court on Aldúya, which happened to be … later today.
I decided that it was hopeless to continue trying to sleep, so I put on a night tunic (my favorite one, a castoff from my grandfather), grabbed my sketchbook and slates, and picked up my pouch of chalks and inks. I was going to find a nice quiet corner where I could work out some designs without waking Halwatindë. Carefully opening my chamber door, I walked into the hallway, closing the door silently behind me. At this hour most people were sleeping, but I could go to the library which was always open and welcoming.
Passing grandfather’s room, I changed my plans. I saw light coming from under his door and stopped to knock gently.
“Who is it this early…” grandfather said as he opened the door. “Oh. ‘Yanwë, child, what are you doing up at this hour?”
“I could ask the same of you, Anatya,” I smiled. “But I just couldn’t sleep. I have images running through my mind, I see the King and Queen today…I am torn in different directions. I thought, since I couldn’t sleep, I would settle down with my slates and sketchbook and try to work on some project designs.”
“Come in, child. I was working on the household accounts. We may as well be sleepless together. Choose a corner, settle down and we’ll both get some work done.”
I was rarely invited into grandfather’s rooms, so I looked around curiously as I found a good place to spread my materials around me.
The ceiling was quite high, allowing for a catwalk around three of the walls with compartments and shelves for scrolls and books. The wall to the right of the entry was a floor to ceiling bookcase with a central fireplace; the other two walls only had the shorter bookcases on their upper levels. There was a rolling ladder that allowed access to all three sides of the catwalk. On the main level, the wall to the left of the entryway had a door in the center that I knew led to my grandfather’s bedroom and bath chamber. Grandfather’s large desk was placed diagonally in one corner and the final wall, the one opposite the entryway, consisted of arches and windows, allowing the light of the Trees to always be a feature of his room. Outside of the windows were the compound’s gardens. There was a small sitting area in front of the fireplace with a low table and some overstuffed chairs. I settled down on the floor at this table and grandfather lit a lamp for me, placing it on the tabletop.
I set out my inks and chalks, took up one piece and my slate, and began working out designs. In the other corner, my grandfather was working on the accounts; the quiet sounds of his quill against the parchments and my chalk on the surface of my slate were the only sounds in the room.
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A peahen screamed outside the window, a loud and raucous sound that woke me up thoroughly and instantly. I sat up, momentarily disoriented. Where was I? Why was I lying on the floor? Then I remembered my late night journey. Looking down, I realized that grandfather had placed a light blanket over me and had stacked my materials and re-capped my inks for me. I sat up, put my materials back into my pouch, took my slates and sketchbook and walked to the door. It was time to get dressed and face the day.