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Estarfin

An Almost Uneventful Journey Through The Hithaeglir

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As nightfall was drawing on, and the mountain valley was almost all in darkness, for the moon had not yet risen, the elves gathered around the campfire and set out thick furs for bedding. Parnard laid out yellow cheese on thick slices of bread beside the fire, dexterously spinning and flipping them around so they would not burn, and when everything was toasted to a turn, he took up the bread and cheese on his forearm, offering it to Estarfin and Danel with a bow.

Trailing Danel

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I departed Numenstaya but an hour after the Lady, Estarfin and Parnard. I knew where they were heading. I was nigh certain what path they would take. My mare was swift, should speed become an issue, but it was in my mind any threat was still a short time away

No Rest near Men

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After a swifter than feared, but grueling trip across the Hithaeglir, we made steady progress through the Vale of Andune. Our goal was the Forest Gate, and Parnard seemed to grow brighter with every mile travelled. We came to a shaded spot with no sight nor sound nor smell of anything unwholesome, and thought to spend a short time resting. But Estarfin was unwilling to leave us unguarded so close to Men. 

A Week Long Festival

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The Greenwood Festival went on all week. Each evening there were fresh delicacies to try (and a very few to avoid) and the wine never came near running out. We could all relax without any undue pressure, save knowing we would soon be away to Imladris, and then the Greenwood itself. 

I thought then that, come next summer, I would have as near a Noldorin celebration for the Gates of Summer as I could. It was pleasing to learn more of each others customs and tastes. 

The Autumn Feast, by Parnard

Playing Games.

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(The reading order is after The Autumn Feast. Part 2. By Filignil. )

 

I spoke with Filignil about sparring with me from time to time. I needed to train more regularly. Of course it was Estarfin I needed to train with, that I could learn better to fight at his side, but he was strangely reticent. So it was to the experienced Filignil I turned. 

A Forge Maiden's Meaning

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After Parnard assured Danel that he would only listen to the conversation, and not say a word, to his surprise Ruineth turned to him, and speaking quickly and quietly, said that she wished to speak with him, alone. Then she led him away to a quiet corner beside a beech tree, and told him:

Aearlinn in Charge

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So it seems I am Mistress of Numenstaya.

Not through any doing or grace of my own did this come about. I was simply in the right place at the right time.

Speaking with Ruineth Part 3/3

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Upon entering the Hall of Fire, we headed to Estarfin, who was standing conveniently near Sogadan. There were several folk in the place, but it was not yet late enough in the day to be crowded, if indeed it would be. 

Kinslayer?

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“He has spoken with me about many things, yes. Or is it something in particular to which you refer? I know he tried to drive you away from him by telling of some of his past deeds? Of the kinslayings?

And I all but bit my tongue, knowing Parnard stood close. 

“He has told me all of it,” Ruineth replied, still softly, but loud enough for Parnard to open his eyes wider. “All of the blood that still clings to him, that can never be made clean.” She shuddered. “He reveled in it.”

Leaving Thargelion Pt IV

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Continued from Leaving Thargelion Pt III

It had been a long day at the forge, and Estarfin savoured the warm water on his skin. He washed away the soot and sweat from his face, arms and chest. The silver basin of water swiftly grew darker with the dirt of the forge, and Estarfin dried himself with a clean swathe of cloth. He flexed his hands to ease the familiar ache and moved his head from side to side, stretching his neck.

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