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Parnard

Of Rings and Other Things. Part One.

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I wanted my mind clear to concentrate. This was the most personal work I had ever set my hand to, and it had to be just right. But there were other demands vying for my attention. Parnard’s suggestion of me making rings or wristlets imbued with a virtue to help resist the sea longing was dear to my heart. I wondered that no one had crafted such before? Then again, in the times of Eregion there had been little desire to depart, focusing rather on building our ‘Kingdom’ here.

Fey and Fiery Part 5 Reconciliation.

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I heard him move nigh mid afternoon. He had slept long, and I hoped well. I had sat beside him most of the night, watching, questioning myself over what I had done. Oh, he had told me the fault was his. It was not. The reaction was his, but I had initiated the whole problem. Why had I brought a Woman back to our home?

Estarfin's Prisoner?

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“I would not make a prisoner of you, no matter your words?” Estarfin had said to me, when we were still in the Caverns in the cliffs, partaking of wine and food with Parnard.

Explaining the Unexplainable

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Parnard has recently asked many questions pertaining to the history of the Noldor, and Estarfin and Danel think it time to explain some things to their Wood Elf friend. Although he is knowledgeable of certain names and events, Parnard had some issues recalling so many names beginning with the letter 'F'. He also learns a thing or two about the Valar. All from a Feanorian perspective of course. 

Dark Thoughts and Bright Places. Part Four

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Dark Thoughts and Bright Places. Part Three.

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I walked out of the Halls, aware of the heavy wooden door swinging closed and the guards bidding us farewell.

Dark Thoughts and Bright Places.

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It happened the second time, as I left the Hall of Lord Cirdan. Something I could not explain. 

There was a sound of horns in the distance, as of one blowing into great seashells that echoed the music of the sea, the beauty, the yearning for home..aye even home beyond Valinor. True home it was that sounded through the waters. 

Meditating

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“You seek a tavern,” Hingalas suggested brightly. 

“A public house? Is there one hereabouts?”

Hingalas nodded at the Wood-elf. “There is even dancing, on some evenings.”

“I am in no mood for dancing,” Parnard said with a frown. “Do you drink much?” he asked, eyeing Hingalas closely. 

The fair-haired elf smiled at him and nodded. “When celebrating, yes.”

Sand and Tides

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Images of Parnard of the Greenwood, Danel and Estarfin of Thargelion, enjoying each others company and the pleasure of the beach and sea. Based upon the following:


Another Day at the Beach by Parnard

Daydreams on a Sunny Summer Morn. by Danel

Calm After the Storm

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The night had been long, and he felt exhaustion take him as he sat in the comfortable armchair. His anger had cooled, partly satisfied from the blood that he had shed, partly by the knowledge that whatever misunderstanding had led to the mortal being there must have been of his own doing, not Danel's. He smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, remembering the joy he had felt when riding with Parnard and returning blooded from their hunt. He knew that Danel was watching over him, and he welcomed her presence.

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