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We spent much of our time at Numenstaya, working on the the walls and general 'light fortifications'. It would never be easy to take us unaware again. Ceuro, Barahirn, Yrill and Filignil all helped. Parnard gave much vocal encouragement. The girls gave assistance where they could.
But when we were able, Estarfin and I, and sometimes Parnard, took short rides out in Ered Luin, and to the edges of The Shire, which we loved. Just being together amid the beauty of the lands, and under the stars was rest for us.
Naraal let himself drift in the dream world. She was looking appreciatively at him, as she held a piece of the armour Tazakr had found. Then she was running away through the deep snow towards the edge of a cliff. He gave chase. But he was only wearing one of his Umbari tunics and his feet were bare. It was freezing. Then, thankfully, she halted. Something large and dark had climbed up the cliff, and now stood beside her…protectively.
She had red hair, long and flowing unbound. The breeze swept it back, and lightly tangled it in invisible fingers. It took up part of her red gown as well, so that it ballooned out behind her. She laughed.
We knew of Balrogs, we knew of worms, but it was the first Dragon any of my folk had seen. Crafted by Morgoth twisted imagination, it was something we had little ability to fight.