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‘Your letter, this reminiscing,’ Estarfin said as bluntly as ever. ‘ I have not always been as I am, you know that. I am not blind to what you... want? Or perhaps what you once wanted, before everything was broken. …I am here, now. You are here. Tell me what you want of me. And know that I have so little to give.’
The writings of Estarfin and Carnifinde (Danel) of Thargelion in the Third Age. Also of their mutual friend, Parnard.
There is no literal return to the place of Awakening in the East, that much is almost certain. But Danel has another idea, and motivation through her love for a Kinslayer. Creating their own 'Cuivienen' is still a possibility, if they can overcome their respective pasts.
Estarfin prefers to be out under the sky and stars, than in the caverns of Felegoth. Danel takes him to a vantage point, where they look over the Emyn-nu-Fuin, and recall a little of its past. She suggests a small 'quest' to assist Thranduil's folk, and possibly give Estarfin something to think on.
It was winter. My father and I had stood on the balcony of our house, cloaks wrapped about us, intending to watch the stars for a short time. But it was a moonless and nigh starless night, as if another, darker, cloak was thrown across the sky. He put an arm on my shoulder.
Danel's plan appears to involve a visit to the halls of King Thranduil. Estarfin says little to start with, and she is the one who speaks with the guards they encounter. At least there are none of the Race of Men in Felegoth, or Northern Mirkwood, it seems.
We travelled over the Hithaeglir, it not being particularly bad weather, nor their being any reports in Imladris of troubles outside the known goblin areas. I did not want a repeat of the last time Estarfin and I had been in that place.
We rode steadily, until we came to the paved bridge that led to the North High Pass. Estarfin dismounted, and walked close to the edge that, despite the swirling snow, the land below could partly be made out.
So he stood for a short while, until I too dismounted, and walked to stand near him.