Parnard

It had been a very rainy day. I minded not at all, for I had my work cut out for me. I had shut myself away in the small room I used as my workspace, and finished the second ring first. 

After the meal, the four elves take a short swim in the lake under the stars. Estarfin takes some persuading, and when he does get in the lake he mostly shivers. Parnard swims off like a fish, and Filignil proves she can sleep while while floating on her back. Danel's main concern is how to warm up a freezing Estarfin again. 

Parnard and Filignil had been working on a suitable Mirkwood based celebration to share with their friends. There was plenty of food and drink to go around. It should easily last the required week out. 

But that first night was Parnard's specialty, Tripe! The others ate it with varying degrees of enjoyment. The roast venison seemed to be acceptable, and the rabbit and pigeon pies disappeared swiftly. Good conversation, after Parnard had removed his antlers, meant they hardly missed music at all. 

Estarfin sat under the stars, reading the book he had taken from Danel's collection. It was a record of the fall of Gondolin and the history of Eärendil. He knew little of the history, only what rumour or gossip ran around the camps of warriors long ago. He had come to realise how little he knew of the great events of Arda that he had not been directly involved in, after long conversations with Danel and Parnard.

After understanding better what is transpiring in parts of Yondershire, the three Elves discuss whether or not they should aid the Tighfield Bounders? With Lotho Sackville-Baggins Bounders, and those belonging to the unknown 'Chief', the odds seem stacked against them. Estarfin suggests some Noldor steel might even the odds. "

Parnard and I walked along the shore. It felt so strange to me to be 'home', even though all that remained was a ruined Mount Rerir and a few rocky outcrops. We were searching for something I could bring back to Falathlorn. Something I could add to the ring I was making. But although I had ideas, I was not certain what.  And I looked to the water, to the sea that covered all of my childhood, and the friends and family whose tomb it had become. 

(Of Thargelion That is )

He was so concerned about binding me to one whose future he believed was unavoidable. Of that bond of spirit and body that would last until Arda was remade, that meant neither of us could seek another. But I still thought he was unable to fully understand. What was another to me? I had made my choice, and that the only one I would have. I thought then that some of my determination came from my father telling me Estarfin was slain, when in truth he was as alive as I.