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We spent much of our time at Numenstaya, working on the the walls and general 'light fortifications'. It would never be easy to take us unaware again. Ceuro, Barahirn, Yrill and Filignil all helped. Parnard gave much vocal encouragement. The girls gave assistance where they could.
But when we were able, Estarfin and I, and sometimes Parnard, took short rides out in Ered Luin, and to the edges of The Shire, which we loved. Just being together amid the beauty of the lands, and under the stars was rest for us.
A slight change in focus. Danel and Estarfin are wed and trying to set up a small Sanctuary in Lindon. Parnard has discoveries to make about who he is.
“I suppose she should be able to defend herself…but only at great need,” Parnard answered, after a long pause. “There are no Trolls to be found in these parts, I think.”
I was not sleeping well. Rather, I replayed my decision of the past two weeks regarding what I knew of Naraal, and what I withheld from Estarfin. I asked myself time and again, why I had not told him that Naraal had been outside Numenstaya to claim the Mithril owed the Black Dwarf.
And now....it has been two days. Marawendi hovers outside her house. She is very concerned. I have told Fearane to make sure her Wood Elf friend does not try to help. There is naught she can do. There is naught any of us can do until he regains a measure of control.
They hear bottles and ornaments smashing. They hear furniture being thrown against plastered walls. They hear his cries, his anger.
I hear his anguish. My heart is torn asunder at what I have done.
Rarely do Estarfin and I argue. We disagree, of course, and on several matters, but we trust each other, and can usually reconcile any issue through talking together. I trust him. But sadly there have been times when I have inadvertently hurt him. It has never, ever been something deliberate, for he means more to me than my very life. I hope, I believe, he understands that.
Parnard burst into the house. Seeing the two Noldor look up from the breakfast table in surprise, he gave a short gasp, then immediately collected himself, smoothed his hair back, and offered a casual nod in greeting.