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Parnard and Filignil had been working on a suitable Mirkwood based celebration to share with their friends. There was plenty of food and drink to go around. It should easily last the required week out.
But that first night was Parnard's specialty, Tripe! The others ate it with varying degrees of enjoyment. The roast venison seemed to be acceptable, and the rabbit and pigeon pies disappeared swiftly. Good conversation, after Parnard had removed his antlers, meant they hardly missed music at all.
We turned the horses back the way we came for a few hundred yards, then took the turning to the right; the long and winding path along the side of the mountain. It was very narrow in places that I knew we would need to be cautious, but the main thought in my mind was how would Estarfin react to being so very close to the place he almost perished?
Estarfin sat under the stars, reading the book he had taken from Danel's collection. It was a record of the fall of Gondolin and the history of Eärendil. He knew little of the history, only what rumour or gossip ran around the camps of warriors long ago. He had come to realise how little he knew of the great events of Arda that he had not been directly involved in, after long conversations with Danel and Parnard.
Filignil and Danel have a 'friendly' discussion over whether boots on the table are acceptable. After making a contribution on the side of 'yes', Parnard wisely leaves them to it. Despite being a great asset, it is uncertain that Filignil will still have a job, as Danel points her towards the door.
I knew it should be no more than a short journey. I also knew that stretch of the pass was often home to wargs. No matter. Unless it was more than half a dozen we should be fine.
And so we proceeded, I still leading the way, though I suspected Estarfin knew it well enough from patrols.
I remained on Pelorian for a moment, uncertain what he was looking for. Then he said, ”I remember walking this bridge with Daegond, many years ago. The snow was heavier, it was colder…but….” He stamped firmly on the bridge. “Same bridge.”
After understanding better what is transpiring in parts of Yondershire, the three Elves discuss whether or not they should aid the Tighfield Bounders? With Lotho Sackville-Baggins Bounders, and those belonging to the unknown 'Chief', the odds seem stacked against them. Estarfin suggests some Noldor steel might even the odds. "