Estarfin

Danel sighed, and turning to Estarfin said, "Perhaps it is time? Time we told Parnard?"

"There are no secrets here."

“I would not make a prisoner of you, no matter your words?” Estarfin had said to me, when we were still in the Caverns in the cliffs, partaking of wine and food with Parnard.

The following day, at the appointed hour of dawn, Parnard met Danel on the street. She seemed lighter of mood than the day before, but her face was wan and her gray-blue eyes, though still bright, were encircled by dark shadows. 

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. 

(After 'Return to Imladris' By Estarfin )

The caves beside the Sea were as tall within as a forest of old oaks, and inside the elves erected buildings rather than carving out the caves themselves, which they must not have the skill to do, thought Parnard. As if to try to drive away the damp shadows, the Falathrim hung glittering garlands of luminous globes that cast a misty cold light underneath the stalactites.