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Thargelion

The Last Days of Thargelion. Part One: Family.

Submitted by Danel on December 15th, 2023
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(Four weeks before the Dragon.)


 

Despite the passing of Ages, I remember it well. 

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Home

Submitted by Danel on November 27th, 2023
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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.

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First Encounter

Submitted by Danel on October 15th, 2023
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(Inspired by  'The Winter Feast' by Estarfin and 'Feasting Interrupted' by Estarfin  )

 

(Thargelion 305 FA)

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The Winter Feast

Submitted by Estarfin on October 11th, 2023
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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.

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Of Thargelion That Is.

Submitted by Danel on October 10th, 2023
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(Following on from Forging the Dream | The Laurelin Archives )

 

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Princess in the Tower

Submitted by Danel on September 20th, 2023
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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. 

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Overstepping Propriety

Submitted by Danel on July 19th, 2023
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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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Of Fire and Ice

Submitted by Danel on June 5th, 2023
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(Edited but originally posted in A Haughty Spirit Falls by Estarfin.

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Wanderings: Talking the Night Away.

Submitted by Danel on May 25th, 2023
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(This story continues from  Return to Cuivienan )

 

We sat under the stars awhile, drinking in the light of their memories. After some time Estarfin moved seemingly absent mindedly to tighten the straps on his pauldron. Our converse on Cuivienan finished for the moment, my thoughts had moved on to another matter. 

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Of Pride....and Celondim.

Submitted by Danel on May 11th, 2023
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I stood by his side in silence for some time. Words would add naught. We needed nothing but the beauty of the stars above us. Peace there was….almost. Eventually he spoke. “This night has brought a wound that I did not expect. The joy of finding our friend here, after our searching. Yet he has such disdain in his heart?”

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