Danel

Belegos and Danel rode silently back to the Valley. The elf sat atop his mount, Celegsûl, with his hood drawn up and his shoulders hunched slightly. As the pair wound their way down from the dell they had sheltered in the previous night, they drew closer to the morning mist that had not yet burned away from the Valley. The sounds of the Hidden Vale of Imladris were enough to ease the last vestiges of tension from Belegos and he drew himself up straighter in his saddle and his singular grip on the reins relaxed.

An updated, collated collection of the Stars of the Wilderness Chronicle.

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My dearest Eliriael,

We have no report of Lady Carnifinde’s progress since Aearlinn returned to Tum Escal, seven days ago. That naught of importance had transpired between Forlond and Mithlond is not unexpected.

I heard a knock on my door and when I opened it, my uncle Fëamíril was behind it since he had finally arrived from Lothlórien. We has down for a cup of tea and to talk about a thing or few. He asked me why I hadn’t painted for such a long time, but the reason it something that I’m not willing to openly admit yet. ”I need more pratise,” I answered. ”No artist is truly ever finished and perfect.” It was vague, but it was also true and something that I believed in, also for myself.

It is nigh time we ride down to Mithlond, to prepare for Lady Istarnie's voyage.

Curumaito plans to discuss preparing a gem elixir with Carnifinde later this day. He is unsure what is possible; what is safe. Even if he decides to go ahead, such things can take days. I cannot risk the Lady missing the ship. There is no assurance that particular gem will have the virtue to return her to health. Valinor remains her best hope, I deem.

Danel,

It was with great sorrow that I learned of your departure Westward. Sorrow, but not surprise. Ever since that night years ago in Mirkwood, I have been expecting this day. You told Belegos that you would not sail, that you would linger on beyond your time here. I think he believed you, perhaps you even convinced yourself? I am not gifted in the ways of seeing the truth of the hearts of others, but I could see that your heart was not in your proclamation.