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Danel

Wanderings: Imladris Interlude

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Continued from : Wanderings: Return to Cuivienan

 

A Curious Meeting

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The elves rode out from the Hall into the lands east, where the woods opened into a broad field and smoke arose above the oak trees, and coming to a halt, they gazed upon thatched roofs and neat, well-tended gardens with orderly fences. They had reached the bounds of the village of the small folk and were reluctant to come closer. Just as they were about to turn their horses and ride away, a voice cried out,

The Clothes Maketh the Elf

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“What? What is it?” said Parnard, looking down at himself. Today, like most days, he wore a green linen tunic and breeches, and over all he would throw a long plain cloak of good cloth when it rained. 

“Turn for me,” instructed Estarfin.

“If you like,” Parnard said, willingly obliging, craning his neck as he looked over his shoulder. “Did I sit in something again?”

“For the armour,” he explained. 

First Encounter

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(Inspired by  'The Winter Feast' by Estarfin and 'Feasting Interrupted' by Estarfin  )

 

(Thargelion 305 FA)

The History Lesson Part II

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“We were away, Estarfin friend, and have just returned,” said Parnard in explanation for their week-long absence, nodding at Danel. 

“You were visiting the markets again?” Estarfin asked.

Of Thargelion That Is: Part Two

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The sky was darkening through the gloaming into night. The first stars were already visible among the red glow to the west. It gave me an idea. But now I deemed it time for Parnard and I to explore the shoreline, and try a little diving off a suitable beach. 

“I feel at peace here,” I said. “And no sea–longing so far, you will be glad to know.”

“I am very glad, lady. Very glad of that,” Parnard replied. He was looking to the spot on the beach where most of his clothes were piled. 

Of Thargelion That Is.

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Setting foot on Thargelion.

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Parnard and I walked along the shore. It felt so strange to me to be 'home', even though all that remained was a ruined Mount Rerir and a few rocky outcrops. We were searching for something I could bring back to Falathlorn. Something I could add to the ring I was making. But although I had ideas, I was not certain what.  And I looked to the water, to the sea that covered all of my childhood, and the friends and family whose tomb it had become. 

(Of Thargelion That is )

Forging the Dream

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He was so concerned about binding me to one whose future he believed was unavoidable. Of that bond of spirit and body that would last until Arda was remade, that meant neither of us could seek another. But I still thought he was unable to fully understand. What was another to me? I had made my choice, and that the only one I would have. I thought then that some of my determination came from my father telling me Estarfin was slain, when in truth he was as alive as I.

Of the Visit to Lord Elrond

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I had been sitting on the incline outside the hall. The early evening was a fair one, the stars still a promise below the horizon. It was not as warm as of late. The season was turning, but slowly, gracefully. I had come from speaking with Filignil about our stores for winter, as well as Parnard’s plans for the Autumn Festival. She understood my wish for the latter. Parnard was far from home.

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