Tranquility.

Rosen is unsure if the association is fitting or ironic. Or humorous. He is many things that seem adjacent to tranquil: even tempered, quiet, and self-reflective, but, at least in his opinion, he never seemed to have reached the upper peak of 'tranquil' in his life. He always felt 'tranquil' implied a type of inner peace that is, as of yet, unknown to him and is likely to remain so.

Even so, he finds himself relieved to be so recruited into 'tranquil'.

And as such he has couched himself unceremoniously across two beanbag chairs, a pile of unreadable books around him and a stack of papers with his scribblings on them. But for the moment he is resting, eyes closed though he isn't sleeping, and hands folded neatly across his stomach. Now and again as others pass him by his eyes flutter open, he steals a peek at his surroundings, then they slip closed again.

It is in this moment, despite everything that comes with being trapped in this cave, that he feels his freedom

He was unsure what to bring to contribute, but the harp he has recently received from Curufin sits at the ready should it be of interest to anyone.