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Parnard

Meditating

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“You seek a tavern,” Hingalas suggested brightly. 

“A public house? Is there one hereabouts?”

Hingalas nodded at the Wood-elf. “There is even dancing, on some evenings.”

“I am in no mood for dancing,” Parnard said with a frown. “Do you drink much?” he asked, eyeing Hingalas closely. 

The fair-haired elf smiled at him and nodded. “When celebrating, yes.”

Sand and Tides

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Images of Parnard of the Greenwood, Danel and Estarfin of Thargelion, enjoying each others company and the pleasure of the beach and sea. Based upon the following:


Another Day at the Beach by Parnard

Daydreams on a Sunny Summer Morn. by Danel

Calm After the Storm

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The night had been long, and he felt exhaustion take him as he sat in the comfortable armchair. His anger had cooled, partly satisfied from the blood that he had shed, partly by the knowledge that whatever misunderstanding had led to the mortal being there must have been of his own doing, not Danel's. He smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, remembering the joy he had felt when riding with Parnard and returning blooded from their hunt. He knew that Danel was watching over him, and he welcomed her presence.

Daydreams on a Sunny Summer Morn.

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Riding for Vengeance

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Estarfin urged Gilastor on, and he bounded forwards eagerly. Parnard followed on Swan-Hoof, the companions ready to ride through the night to find their vengeance.

A Poisonous Splinter

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Estarfin felt the brief resistance of cloth and flesh before the beautiful blade nearly bisected the dark figure. He kicked the almost-lifeless body from his sword, flicked the blade back, taking the misshapen head from the thing, then watched with fierce satisfaction as it slumped to the floor. Another wrong righted, another of their wicked race wiped clean from the spheres of Arda. He raised his crimson blade to the stars, a gesture of both reverence and defiance.

On the Beach

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Parnard placed the wine skins and basket on the beach, away from the rising tide, as the others sat nearby.

"Which of you is the eldest?" he asked, looking back and forth between Danel and Estarfin. 

Estarfin looked unsure. "Eldest?" said he.

"You are, Estarfin," Danel commented, looking over at Parnard and wondering why he asked.

"Yes, the elder I mean. You are like my old Master, Athradir," the Wood Elf chuckled. 

Fey and Fiery Part 4: Reaching Out.

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(To be read after The Music Lesson - Part 2 | The Laurelin Archives by Parnard)
 

Fey and Fiery. Part 3: Confrontation.

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I stepped out onto the narrow path directly in front of Gilastor. With swift management, Estarfin halted the mighty warhorse a few feet from me. He met my eyes with an expression that would have feared most folk. He was furious. 

Glad to be there.

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Estarfin had eventually arrived, taking Norlome to the stable, and then striding over the large lawns to join Danel and Parnard overlooking the sea. He looked exhausted.

Danel smiled a warm greeting. Estarfin nodded in return.

"Where have you been, friend Estarfin?" asked Parnard, offering up an almost full wine skin. 

"Working the forge. It is time I started earning my keep again."

Parnard blinked as the concept of 'earning one's keep' sank in. "Making swords or suchlike?"

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