Parnard

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. 

“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.”

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

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.

Estarfin urged Gilastor on, and he bounded forwards eagerly. Parnard followed on Swan-Hoof, the companions ready to ride through the night to find their vengeance.