Estarfin

After dinner that evening we sat in the main room, candles giving a flickering golden ambiance to the walls, and spoke of our trip to Forlond. 

The afternoon found us taking a short tour of the main streets. I was trying to show Estarfin the places and views I was most fond of. There was the Central Library, down on the island between the falls, the Scholars Enclave, whose steps I had climbed  very many times, and there was the Gem Smith’s quarter. 

We three set out for Tûm Escal, early in the morning, two days later.The journey was just under two hundred miles, but on mostly easy trails and under shade-giving trees.

And so it was that we slipped back into the familiar pattern of our day-to-day lives. But I noticed that Estarfin seemed a touch sad. 

“We have waited for over six thousand years for this. I think taking a few weeks, a month to just enjoy being together is not a lot to hope for.”

Parnard gestured around the room. “There is space for dancing; we can push the table aside.” Then he went over to a side table filled with bottles of wine and opened the nearest.

It was six days after our wedding.The guests from Celondim had returned home, Curumaito with a promise to visit again soon. Filignil had parceled up most of the remaining feast and was sending it to some of those who could not make the event. In this matter Captain Culufinnel was to be a major recipient, with enough to live on for a week. The weather had been kind to us, glorious sunny days and clear night skies were additional gifts. But by that evening it had begun to rain.

Yrill retreated to her rooms at dawn’s first light. It had been a merry few days, and an exceptional evening. She was content, more than content with the outcome. She was happy for her old mentor, Danel, and for Estarfin, whom she had come to know quite well by accompanying him and Captain Culufinnel in the search for Danel and Parnard, after they had been captured by Corsairs.