Danel

Wanting to be near the stars, and Tintalle, we chose the Haven of Orladion to make our declarations. Already we were of one mind and heart, but it was our way to speak out our intent, and to exchange rings. With no remaining family between us, the Starkindler was our witness, and he who had become as family...Parnard. 

"Dusk departs," I observed.

Estarfin was watching the setting sun. He turned to face me. He smiled. "It has been a long road, but we are finally here," he said. 

And departing the company of Lady Manadhlaer and the others, we three returned to a place near to Sogadan where Parnard could question him. They really were good friends, and any recent misunderstanding seemed to have gone. The Wood elf grabbed the Vintner by the shoulders and said, "Still dreaming, eh?"

"The tray is outside, Sogadan," Estarfin also addressed the Vintner as he poured himself a fresh glass of wine. "Fetch it when you will." He leant against the table.

Our first day back in Imladris is almost over. I am not certain what I think. The Vale is as beautiful as it always was. Little seems to have changed, but then I have not been absent for so very long.

Faces have changed somewhat. There are some I look for who I have not yet seen, and many I do not recognise. But I have encountered a few old friends.

What could the two nissi have been talking about with such animation and depth for so long, as if picking up a conversation set down only yesterday?

As we rode, we marveled at the night sky. (It was still early, though at almost mid-winter it was dark very early.) Cold and clear, I could almost hear the great music of the stars, tinkling in the ice cold distance. 

“So Carnifinde, when are you going to do something about the situation?” Hirinde broke the silence.

It came to pass that the three elves reached the Valley of the Cleft as the end of the year drew nigh. Long did they gaze down upon the refuge until the daylight faded and lamps were kindled along the streets to guide their steps towards the Last Homely House. There the elves would soon assemble together at a sacred Festival of rejoicing, and a great fire was stoked inside the Hall: here might those weary in mind and body find succour.