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Parnard lays aside an armful of materiel in the next room, as he takes a seat with Danel to talk about how matters are developing. He intends to make more clothes for Marawendi; she has been nigh consumed with anger over the death of Aearlinn, but is seeing things in a better perspective since speaking with Estarfin.
Estarfin is determined to fortify Numenstaya against attack. He speaks with the others of his plans. To start with he wants a deep ditch dug out, and Danel and Ceuro both take up spades. Parnard encourages verbally.
Numenstaya, their own small village by the Western Sea. It should have been a refuge, a haven from the troubles of the world. Yet it had been attacked, defiled, and their friend lay now under the dark earth. Vengeance, perhaps even war, lay ahead of them, despite their hopes for peace and joy. Estarfin had long accepted the Doom that had been placed upon his kin, but ever they entwined others into it; Parnard, Marawendi. Aearlinn.
To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well.
Estarfin walked over to stand before me, even as Parnard ran from the hall, all but dragging the sobbing Marawendi behind him. There was a mixture of controlled rage and concern on his face.
“Do not blame yourself,” he said, knowing my thoughts.
My heart was lightened when Estarfin pushed open the double doors to the outside world. The exit from Moria had been on my mind. I could remember the entry password, a simple utterance of the word ‘friend’, but I could not recall one for departing.
With Barahirn awake, and seemingly much better save his inability to walk, Estarfin and Danel ask after information on the attackers, anything unusual about them or their horses?
Curumaito informs Parnard that his brother is now Captain in Celondim, while Marawendi looks on, mystified.