Numenstaya

They were all so glad to have Yrill back with them, and to know she was unharmed. Her news, that Danel had been rescued, was also most welcome.

"What about the High Lord?" Fearane asked. 

It had been almost two weeks since Yrill had returned to Numenstaya, having first visited the Guards in Celondim with message from their Captain. Not a long time at all, but since first she knew Danel was safe, and Parnard was being searched for, Filignil had made sure she was on Watch Duty at least once a day. Others of the household had said they could easily take over her duty, as she had so many more daily tasks to be about. But no.

It was the Elf, Estarfin, who had asked us to build a defensive wall for him. We did not often take any orders from Elves. Neither would we have been overly willing for carrying out his request, but we knew of the Lady, whose home it was. Carnifinde of Thargelion was a name known to us, also as Danel of Eregion. She was a 'Dwarf friend' of old. And this Estarfin, also of Thargelion, had written a polite enough letter, showing he acknowledged our skills. Those skills with stone that were superior to that of Elves.

Ceuro walked with us ter the gate. He wished us 'Namarie', and we wished him the same.

"I have told you all I can," he said. "Where the group of Men were last with our friends, and where we think they are heading. If your friends are with them, they are heading North. There is little choice of destination in that direction other than the white wilderness of Forochel, or the stricken sky of Angmar. It is my hope they are not taken that far. May Elbereth watch over you both, whatever you chose to do."

We were greeted by two tall, stern faced Elves. They weren't that welcoming ter be honest, no tea or cake, but neither did they ignore us, or tell us ter go away. It was a serious matter right enough, fer them as well as us.

I ask them if we can speak ter High Lord Parnard, Lord Estarfin or Lady Danel, but they say them are not there at the moment. Then, rightly or wrongly Lithea tells them about Henepa and Gaisarix being taken by brigands, and the Elves look meaningfully at each other.