Noldor

..said Estarfin.

Danel remained silent, knowing only too well the place Estarfin meant. Was it not her intent to visit here partly for that reason?

"Menegroth," the warrior stated as he leant forward.

Danel simply repeated the name, but she though 'Aye, Menegroth, place of the Second Kinslaying. And so we begin.'

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. 

Helcaraxe.

Update: Aurthiel still hates snow. But she is also strangely fashionable for the family emo.

Is everything we set hand or thought to brought only to ruin? Does that include ourselves? How long does the curse, the doom laid upon our folk reach? Is there ever forgiveness? 

Estarfin seems to believe he will never be forgiven for his part in two kinslayings. Danel has other ideas. 

"I would not call you a fool, but it is foolish to have hope" he says.

They both find solace in the stars. 

Danel and Estarfin leave their horses at Mirabel, and walk along the riverside towards Caras Gelebren. Although Danel dwelt there for some time, she left before the arrival of Sauron's forces. She still feels some guilt for that. Estarfin has never been in that part of Eregion before, so he listens to Danel's tales. He still feels some guilt for things further back in history. 

After Morettirno returned to his home nest carrying an odd but undoubtedly precious object (aptly dubbed a "golden whatsit" by the scouts of the Order of the Arrow), Calanis decides to take the raven on a trip to try and find out what the thing is, where it came from and if there is more to discover there. But rather than the bird leading her to more "golden whatsits," she and her kinsfolk come across an unexpected company of friends instead.