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Parnard

The Autumn Feast. Part Two.

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Reading order is after Warmth on a Cold Night

 

 

Of Ruineth, and Other Matters. Part 2/2

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I placed my glass of wine beside me, on the bench, and kicked off my shoes. Estarfin put his wine on the floor for the moment, and stretched out his long legs. It was good to relax.

“The Hall of Fire is so empty now,” said Parnard, with a hint of wistfulness.

Finally Here Part 2/2

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Estarfin closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at the sky again. “As she always has. She has never forgotten us.” Then he looked at me, and began reciting …

Finally Here ...Part 1/2

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I cannot remember a time when I had smiled and laughed so much. My face ached, but it was worth it, every minute. A serious declaration had it been by both of us, with a nod to the difficulties we had endured to come to this night. But it had also been light of heart and joyful, with no room for any somberness. And he was happy too. I don’t think I had ever seen him quite so content? Indeed, we both embraced this future most willingly.

A Glorious Evening

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“It is a glorious evening to see my two dearest friends plight their troth, “ Parnard said, grinning as if his heart would burst with happiness. 

“It is a blessed night. Thank you for being here, Parnard…and you, Erestor” 

Waiting on the Stars

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We waited for the stars to show, a sign that Tintalle was watching, was approving of us. We believed that she did. Though beautiful in itself, Anor seemed to take an extraordinarily long period to sink below the western horizon that eve. Then there were clouds, blue-grey with hints of gold, lazily passing overhead. All three of us scanned the sky, and were rewarded with an occasional glimpse of a few stars in the passing cloud gaps. 

"Perhaps one day we will only have starlight again?" Estarfin said. 

A Long Road....

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Wanting to be near the stars, and Tintalle, we chose the Haven of Orladion to make our declarations. Already we were of one mind and heart, but it was our way to speak out our intent, and to exchange rings. With no remaining family between us, the Starkindler was our witness, and he who had become as family...Parnard. 

"Dusk departs," I observed.

Estarfin was watching the setting sun. He turned to face me. He smiled. "It has been a long road, but we are finally here," he said. 

Making Decisions

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And departing the company of Lady Manadhlaer and the others, we three returned to a place near to Sogadan where Parnard could question him. They really were good friends, and any recent misunderstanding seemed to have gone. The Wood elf grabbed the Vintner by the shoulders and said, "Still dreaming, eh?"

"The tray is outside, Sogadan," Estarfin also addressed the Vintner as he poured himself a fresh glass of wine. "Fetch it when you will." He leant against the table.

Manadhlaer's Diary: Many Meetings, One Letter

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Well, Diary. Today's entry is a little unusual. But then unusual seems to be my usual condition of late.

Exiting the Hall of Fire -- the usual music, dancing, wine, all very much the same, although there was a new elleth and meeting her was very pleasant; Fingolian proposed to return to his home in the Golden Wood, and was given a great deal of well-meaning advice, not least about the pass. If only he had the sheer muscularity of the letter I came home to -- but I get ahead of myself.

First Day in Imladris

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Our first day back in Imladris is almost over. I am not certain what I think. The Vale is as beautiful as it always was. Little seems to have changed, but then I have not been absent for so very long.

Faces have changed somewhat. There are some I look for who I have not yet seen, and many I do not recognise. But I have encountered a few old friends.

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