Numenstaya

The second set of images I have happened some few years later. It was after Dol Guldur, after I had left Imladris to attend my injured Grandmother at the coast. It was after we had sought each other out again, and indeed, finally understood that we wanted to be together. It was at Numenstaya, the home and sanctuary we were building, with aid from some others. 

Was it actually a wrecking or merely an 'accident'. Whatever it was, I was again unintentionally the cause. Or perhaps it was 'we'?

“Mae govannen,” the newcomer said. The healer was garbed in a long stone coloured robe, not his official wear, but likely what he was wearing when the message arrived. The front of his long, brown hair was lank and wet from where the hood had not covered him. But his warm, blue-grey eyes were bright and keen. He would help.

“Mae govannen, my friend. You know all others in this room, I believe?” I reached over to take his hand for a moment. Estarfin and Belegos greeted him, inclining their heads as both stood to show respect to another old Noldo. 

"There is something wrong with Parnard," I said, trying to make light conversation over a matter I was increasingly concerned about.

With Parnard away to take a bath, and Estarfin and Danel asleep in the chairs by the fire, Filignil heads out to spread the welcome news of their return to others in Numenstaya. 

Filignil is eager to hear all of what transpired, but mindful of Yrill's long journey suggests she bathe and rest first. There is nothing either of them can do immediately.

Yrill wants to talk, not rest. She explains that she has already visited the Guards in Celondim, bringing them orders from Captain Culufinnel. She will rest when all three of their folk are home, and not sooner.

"You will go out after them again?" asks Filignil.