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Gilastor

Princess in the Tower

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I am not a princess. I never was, despite what Estarfin thought. Treated as a princess, yes, and by my parents. I suspect many a young girl, particularly an only child, was treated as in some way special. It did not help that Prince Caranthir also treated me with esteem, as a cousin. As a reminder. Yes, often as a princess. 

But What is the Question?

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Danel had returned from Duillond with artist materials. Her intent was to make more sketches of jewellry that she again set up her crafting and reestablish her good name in Mithlond as a jewel smith. Barahirn came from the stable to greet her, and take Pelorian's head. The horse was a touch skittish, unlike her normal self. 

"Has she been like that on the trip, Lady?" the stable master asked, looking at the mare's fetlocks, her hooves, her legs. 

"No. Just since we rode in."

Gilastor's Final Journey

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They travelled mostly at night. Estarfin gazed up at the stars and led Gilastor along the paths to the hidden valley, through streams, across moors and past dark forests. He told Gilastor tales of Beleriand as they walked together in the quiet nights, and he sang often, mostly old songs concerning the stars. His voice was fair by the low standards of mortals, yet paled in comparison to any accomplished singers of his own kind. Yet it was enough for the two dark travellers.

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