Thargelion

Friends under a Crescent Moon

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As we rode, we marveled at the night sky. (It was still early, though at almost mid-winter it was dark very early.) Cold and clear, I could almost hear the great music of the stars, tinkling in the ice cold distance. 

“So Carnifinde, when are you going to do something about the situation?” Hirinde broke the silence.

The Last Days of Thargelion: Part two. Friends. 2/2

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After Part 2 1/2

 

(Three weeks before the Dragon)

 

The Last Days of Thargelion. Part Two: Friends.

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(After Part one)

 

I have never been one for a large gathering of acquaintances, preferring a small number of closer friends. For much of my early life this consisted of Rilye, Hirinde and Caro. 

The Last Days of Thargelion. Part One: Family.

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(Four weeks before the Dragon.)


 

Despite the passing of Ages, I remember it well. 

Home

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I remember...

Home, before the Dagor Bragolach, before the fire and the dragon and the armies of orcs. Before retreat, unthinkable until then, before riding to whatever sanctuary could be found in the lands of Ambarussa. Before so very many were lost.

Dreaming Interrupted

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The Winter Feast

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"Tonight is a night for joy and laughter, Estarfin Hestion. I see you stand before me, not far from full grown, yet still so young. Barely thirty summers have passed since I could hold you in one hand." He smiled and nodded to his son, then raised his glass in a toast. "To your studies, and less accidents in the stables." Estarfin nodded, watching his father carefully.
He copied the motion, raising his own glass of orange and water, a rare treat saved for high feasts. He drank the sweet liquid, marvelling at the taste and scent of it.

Of Thargelion That Is.

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Princess in the Tower

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I am not a princess. I never was, despite what Estarfin thought. Treated as a princess, yes, and by my parents. I suspect many a young girl, particularly an only child, was treated as in some way special. It did not help that Prince Caranthir also treated me with esteem, as a cousin. As a reminder. Yes, often as a princess. 

Overstepping Propriety

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I reached out a hand tentatively. Parnard had said Estarfin must dance, but Estarfin would do exactly as he determined, not any other. I saw the move to decline, even as I offered my hand to him. I saw the change in his eyes as he understood. And he reached forward, taking my hand in his as he pushed himself to his feet. Parnard did not know our customs of old. Why should he? He did not know of our proprieties, at least not those more specific to us than to the Eldar in general.

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