Barangolf

"If my knowledge of mortal customs is right, he IS protected by guest right once we offer him food. Violating that would be a grave offence."

"I would think that guest rights are the same among Elves and Men, at least the honourable kind. I think he means no harm. *I* certainly mean *him* no harm if he will just sit here and eat without making trouble."

"If he means us no harm, then I cannot see any trouble. But if his intentions turn out to be less honourable, so shall be his fate as well."

"Do you need a warmer cloak? Or anything?" 

"I need warmer weather, that's what. When did the storm start to turn so terrible?"

-Norliriel and Tinurendis discuss the snowstorm in the Hithaeglir

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"You know who has been having all the fun? Dolthafaer and his scouts. They found a giant."

- Brasseniel

                                      A gathering by the fire. 

Unable to rest, Barangolf and Tinurendis' chat around the fire turns into a silly, impromptu poetry party. They are joined by Brasseniel and Luthelian of Vanimar whose good company left them with uplifted hearts and their anxieties quelled. For the first time since arriving in Imladris, they felt like themselves again.

I failed to capture Luthelian's poem via screenshots so here it is:

Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway
In sweet summertime's blowing breeze
Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway
In the warmth of the tender day
Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway

"My father used to recite that one from time to time. When we would go out on patrols in the summer."

Brasseniel's contribution to the wood-elf poetry

well I didn't get Brasseniel in the shot but she was there so she's tagged anyway. More of the wood-elve's poetry