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Estarfin

Not her Favourite Librarian

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The Teler, Talkale, was never among my most favourite people. He was unquestionably learned, but his manner lacked much that I wondered at Lord Elrond still keeping him in his employ? This habit of his of not referring to Estarfin, Parnard or I by our appointed titles irked me that, had the matter of my searching for relevant papers not been so urgent, I would have taken down that walking bookcase on the spot. With words I hasten to add. 

 

From: Speaking with Ruineth. Part 1.

Speaking with Ruineth. Part 1/3

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Both Estarfin and Parnard had departed the house by the time I rose from slumber. It was still early though, so I had plenty of time to bathe and dress, and make my way down to the Last Homely House for a few words with one of the librarians, before setting off to the forges to speak with Ruineth. 

Familiar Dream

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"Ride on!"
The black tide of orcs and wicked Men drew nearer, a few of their crude arrows whistling through the air as they came into range. Still, she hesitated, unwilling to leave him. "You gave me your word Danel. The time has come to leave these burning shores. Ride on, to the harbour while you still can." He looked at the charging hordes, they seemed to not be any closer somehow.
Danel reached down from her steed and laid a hand upon his shoulder. "I will not leave you here alone. Come with me?"

The Duel

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The Autumn Feast. Part Two.

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Reading order is after Warmth on a Cold Night

 

 

Of Ruineth, and Other Matters. Part 2/2

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I placed my glass of wine beside me, on the bench, and kicked off my shoes. Estarfin put his wine on the floor for the moment, and stretched out his long legs. It was good to relax.

“The Hall of Fire is so empty now,” said Parnard, with a hint of wistfulness.

Of Ruineth, and Other Matters. Part 1/2

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I will say from the start, I have no great love for Ruineth. By her words was I kept from Estarfin’s side while he struggled to recover from his extensive injuries in the Hithaeglir. By her words did I accept what I thought he wanted, and stay away. She spoke with me while I too was recovering, and still quite blind, that I could not look upon her face and demeanor.

Looking West no More.

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The eve of the day before we set out for Imladris, I rode down to the shore. We would be far from the sea for some time. It was just something I had to do. I took with me a short-sword I had been gifted in the First Age. Little need was their for Sarphir, travelling through this part of Ered Luin. 

I stood as the gulls circled before taking rest, as the quality of light changed, as anor sank low. And I thought on what lay ahead. 

I was certain of my path. 

Finally Here Part 2/2

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Estarfin closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at the sky again. “As she always has. She has never forgotten us.” Then he looked at me, and began reciting …

Finally Here ...Part 1/2

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I cannot remember a time when I had smiled and laughed so much. My face ached, but it was worth it, every minute. A serious declaration had it been by both of us, with a nod to the difficulties we had endured to come to this night. But it had also been light of heart and joyful, with no room for any somberness. And he was happy too. I don’t think I had ever seen him quite so content? Indeed, we both embraced this future most willingly.

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