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Curumaito

A Match of Will

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“I have offered the ring to Tintallë for her blessing. This is Forodril,” Danel said, showing the ring to Estarfin. “The ring’s stone is made from a rare gem. It has all the colors of the northern sky inside.” 

A New Armour

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“It appears I am bound to drink wine all day and night, then,” Parnard declared, folding his arms across his chest. “And then I must close all the shutters of my mind and act as if nobody is home.”

“That should not be difficult,” Belegos quipped.

Curumaito the Healer

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“Mae govannen,” the newcomer said. The healer was garbed in a long stone coloured robe, not his official wear, but likely what he was wearing when the message arrived. The front of his long, brown hair was lank and wet from where the hood had not covered him. But his warm, blue-grey eyes were bright and keen. He would help.

“Mae govannen, my friend. You know all others in this room, I believe?” I reached over to take his hand for a moment. Estarfin and Belegos greeted him, inclining their heads as both stood to show respect to another old Noldo. 

Enter the Healer

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“Any development with your…predicament?” Belegos asked Parnard as he settled himself on the floor. 

Making more Plans.

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We sat in the upper room, long discussing our options on the best way to aid Parnard, until we knew we had chanced upon the best answer. It was almost time to fightback. 

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A Cure for the Poison: Part Two.

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“And you were saying, meldanya?” My attention was focused on him again.

He sighed, lowering his head. “I worry that the tide is rising, whether we want peace or vengeance.”

A Cure for the Poison

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Instinctively I turned my betrothal ring on my index finger, finding comfort in the action. My fingertips traced the design, the diamond stars embedded in the pattern of the Calarcirya, to ‘watch over us, always,’ Estarfin had said. I smiled at the memory.

Much Improved

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Barahirn managed a smile. It was still a bit one sided, but it felt good to him. Danel had finally permitted him to look in a mirror. No more yellow bruises, he could clearly see that. That had been what everyone mentioned when they first saw him.

"Oh, the bruises! Well, they will fade."

He smiled again. No one had wanted to say 'You look terrible', but he had known he did, he felt he did. 

The Ruins of Home: Part Four.

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Estarfin’s brow furrowed as he narrowed his gaze. “How many warriors does the Captain of Celondim command? Would he support an attack on Bree?” he asked.

The Ruins of Home: Part Three.

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“What will we do?” asked Parnard.

I had suggestions, but before I could open my mouth Barahirn spoke up. “How can I be of help?” he asked.

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