Calaniel

Calaniel was wedded into the House of Malandilionath out of the green wolds of Pinnath Gelin, and she brought with her the fair hair of Hirluin's country and a small banner of pale green that her mother stitched for her bridal-journey. She is eight and twenty, gentle of voice but not of purpose, and she has borne a son who shall one day raise the house's standard upon the western hills. With her husband's kindred she stands by the Steward of the City, for the green hills lie far from any northern claimant and near indeed to the beacons of Anórien.