Eldur's rooms are set in a tower on the west side of Eldamar. His chamber is circular with three large windows and a door set one opposite the other. In the middle of it there is a circular table with lots of weird instruments and bottles full of colourful liquids. In the walls of the room the rest of the furniture carry his cloths, weapons, books and scrolls and other personal belongings. His bed, differing from the most in the castle, has no curtain since it would cut him of from feeling the rest of the room.
He is not usually in it, only during the night and when Ninquelótë comes to visit him to talk about magic and the spiritual realm.

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Eldur entered his room slowly and sat on his bed. He thought of nothing and he felt nothing. He leaned back and layed with his eyes closed for a while.

Purple thoughts came into his mind. Purple, grey, silver, white. A weird feeling filled him. Something had changed in the air, he could smell it deep in his lungs. Something had changed in the very fabric of the spiritual realm, and that was shouting to all his existence. He thought of Ninquelótë and worry filled him. He saw a picture of her in trouble deep in his mind.

He opened his eyes. They were glowing silver-purple. He stood up and walked towards the coat hanger. He took his dark cloak and covered his bright clothes in order not to be seen. He went to one of the windows and opened it slowly. The evening air filled the room fast with the smells of Eldamar. He looked towards the horizon and rose from the floor unhurriedly. And in a blink of an eye he was lost into the night, heading to the place where the spirits were calling him, the Northern Fort of the Border forts.

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Akallabeth rp