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With Estarfin sadly feeling the need for rest, Danel and Parnard ride to Celondim to watch the lanterns on the river. They both wish he was with them, but can regale him with their tale when he is rested.
There is still a celebration a little after Midsummer Day, but the participants cannot bring themselves to enjoy it to the full. Although they appreciate each other's company, and the fine food prepared mostly by Parnard and Marawendi, (though the return of Filignil at the last moment means the return of Roast Chicken,) they are still in a measure of shock at what happened to their home, and at the loss of Aearlinn.
Lothmeluiel, although not yet a bride herself, expresses in song the trepidation a bride-to-be may feel on her wedding day. Her mother, father, and mother's sister accompany her on violin, harp, and flute, respectively.
I reached out a hand tentatively. Parnard had said Estarfin must dance, but Estarfin would do exactly as he determined, not any other. I saw the move to decline, even as I offered my hand to him. I saw the change in his eyes as he understood. And he reached forward, taking my hand in his as he pushed himself to his feet. Parnard did not know our customs of old. Why should he? He did not know of our proprieties, at least not those more specific to us than to the Eldar in general.
Hearing the mortal woman speak about not having much experience in performing in front of others, rekindled one of Glaerorn's own memories. It had been a Midsummer in Eryn Galen, not many years ago for most Elves but more than half of his lifetime ago for the young minstrel.
Midsummer at the Library of Imlad Gelair with stories, music, dancing, wine, a forge mystery, a secret door, some unexpected mischief and a fabulous celebration of the rising sun.
"Lay it down into the water and let the stream carry it Westwards."
With a face like stone, the red-clad lady accepts the paper lantern. The craftsman looks at her expectantly. His answer is an ice-cold glare: "Turn around. Go uh... go gather more wax or something. Scram!" He is dumbfounded, the poor sod. Not knowing how to react, he does as he is told and scurries down the pier.
She turns around and kneels by the river. The mask slips.