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Danel

Of Earcalie and Hingalas : Part One

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(This tale takes place two days before Danel and Parnard leave Numenstaya for Celondim.)

 

A Brief Parting

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(The evening before 'Errand Boy' by Parnard )

 

Errand-Boy

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The roads were not muddy, to Parnard's relief, as he would not have his new cloak or armour splashed, and many brilliant lamps cast a silver glow upon the elves as they traveled to the market town of Celondim.

Wanderings: Imladris to the Shire: Part Three

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( This story follows Wanderings: Imladris to the Shire. Part Two. )

 

We urged the horses forward at a walk. The fog was cloying, as if seeking to stifle our breath. A thick cloak of dread thrown over us. I noted that Gilastor trod warily. He was most unhappy. Pelorian had been in similar places before, but she was shaking her head and huffing in frustration. 

Wanderings: Imladris to the Shire: Part Two.

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(This story follows Wanderings: Imladris to the Shire )

 

Not as much fun as Dancing

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'He drew me closer, and we danced as if it was for the first time. The music of the Prince’s Ball in Thargelion was in our minds and steps, that we moved as one. And I thought how much more I enjoyed the dance than smiting the dummies earlier. I was happy, and he knew it.

Yarehtar

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"Yarehtar!" He is fully himself again.

Wanderings: Imladris to the Shire.

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A Cure for the Poison: Part Three

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Estarfin opened his mouth to speak, but then looked away. “We should make preparations,” he said softly. But that was not his original thought.

I tilted my head and reached out to him again, “What is it?” I asked, sensing his reticence. 

Improving her Skills

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After the meal, Barahirn being restored to the bed, and the plates being cleaned, I returned to my training, only this time with the indoor opponents in the side room. As the afternoon grew warmer, I was glad I wore but a thin sleeveless dress. Swinging Sarphir repeatedly at dummies was hot work, and my arms began to ache due to lack of regular practice, but I would not stop.

A few times I heard Estarfin’s voice, speaking as if to something he had crafted. I wondered at what he was making with such tenacity, but knew I would find out as soon as he wished. 

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