Some may have been insulted to have such a simple title, but Nayru enjoyed her job, and was good at it. Besides, someone had to make all the beautifull lights to illuminate the shady paths of Rivendell at twilight.
She was inspecting her most recent creation, a torch that held a single candle. It had a long silver handle plaited with gold, attached to the wall right before the base of the actuall candle holder. This itself was made of glass in the shape of a narrow mouthed pot, surrounded by more gold plait in the shape of grass swaying in the wind.

She looked from it to the three matching ones she had made. Some of the ones her mother had made several years ago had worn out, and since her mother had gone to the undying lands, it was up to Nayru to keep Rivendell full of the warm torchlight.