unlikely friends

"You would be glad to hear that I have made a friend in Hîr Silwë Ilúvaryano, last of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain of lost Eregion. He is proud, and clever, and willful in his age. But in that last respect, he and I are not so dissimilar. Indeed, in the halls of Imladris and by the forest's edge, his company makes an old ellon's dusk less lonely."

There was some small reassurance in knowing another who had seen the same stretch of time, even through different eyes. Unlikely friends as they had been, they had seen the same forgotten shore, the same forest lost to memory. The sky of their youth was sunless and moonless, glittering with stars like cold jewels on a blanket of twilight.