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Caranthir

Departing

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It was time to depart the small island remnant of Beleriand.

 

In her Thoughts. Part Six.

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The storm of the previous night had been fierce, almost as if foreshadowing a mighty clash of arms. Rain had struck the roofs of the fortress and the surrounding ground like the arrows of an attacking army; trees as strong as any senchenal were battered, their limbs ripped from them, some even fell under the continued assault. In my room in the tower I had felt like hiding away under the bed, I had wanted to hide, but it just would not do.

Yarehtar

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"Yarehtar!" He is fully himself again.

Trailing Danel: An Error in Judgement.

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And that is why I became a cook. It gave me the chance to never be far from Carnifinde, yet to be someone who could pass her by unnoticed. It was vastly different from the life of the Huntress I had been, but I came to find I enjoyed the preparations, the choice for meals, the learning of which herbs and spices brought out the best in any meal. I enjoyed seeing people happy. Mirima was the chief cook at that time. She was one who sailed over in the ships, one from Aman.

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

The Last Days of Thargelion. Part One: Family.

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(Four weeks before the Dragon.)


 

Despite the passing of Ages, I remember it well. 

A Lost Gift

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"When I swore my oath of service to the Lord Caranthir my mother gave me a silver comb. They were both so proud that day, her and my father." Estarfin smiled at the memory, realising that he had not thought of that day for many long years. "My father gave me a knife, but that was lost in battle long ago. It was nothing special you know, but it meant a lot at the time." Estarfin lapsed into silence, staring into the fire and thinking of his family.

Caranthir in Judgement.

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He has been on my mind again of late. Just a passing thought, here and there. I miss him still. Yes, I disappointed him. And how I wish I had not. But he judged Estarfin poorly at Amon Ereb, and I could not merely stand by, as I should have. I challenged my patron, my protector...my friend? I know I would do the same again. I would speak up for Estarfin regardless. But perhaps with more grace and respect due to my Prince. I wonder if he ever really forgave me?

 

(Picture by Estarfin.)

First Encounter

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(Inspired by  'The Winter Feast' by Estarfin and 'Feasting Interrupted' by Estarfin  )

 

(Thargelion 305 FA)

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