When I woke up at Echad Eregion, I recalled a thing that Elvealin had told me before we departed. She and Feahelka had seen the Dunlending trying to establish a camp near Gwingris. There is some time of that but I still thought that the Lords present would appreciate the information, and so I told them.
Lord Anglachelm would then be able to do as he wished, and he had said the word ”revenge” before so I wondered what the outcome would be. But he chose the way of wisdom instead, and wanted to arrive to the Valley unnoticed by the malevolent passers-by. Elvealin left from Lórien one day after us with an escort, I wonder where she is now.
Lord Veryacano had arranged horses for us, and so off the went. When we arrived to the Last Homely House I noticed that Parnard was especially well dressed today, and he was waiting us together with someone who is a new Elf to me, boldly dressed in purple. So we went to the Hall of Fire, to have some fancy breakfast. In there Laurelindo received his long postponed compliments for his healing work, and I joined the choir.
”Thank you for also healing me when...” I started, but then stopped, realizing that it was best not to bring up the incident with Parnard and horse crackers in the hall of merriment. Parnard strikes me as someone who's like an experimental piece of firework – if you give it a spark the outcome might be impressive indeed, and yet best to be on your guard because of how unpredictable it is. That firework once burned my leg with no regrets. I do appreciate Parnard and he cares about our Lord, that much is clear to me, but perhaps it is best to tell it to him later.
I was delighted that both Lórien and Rivendell had to offer plenty of shellfish lately. Those had always been my favourite food since the rivers of Nargothrond where they were a-plenty. While snapping several crabs from the table I heard the conversations around me and I heard Himwen again, who I have thought as my closest friend in this journey. She could always keep up the lighter moods, so it is always good to have her around.
Now, about Lord Anglachelm's old friend Belethloriel who is now here with us and in the House... Anglachelm told us that he had been imprisoned by the Enemy for seventy years. To endure that much and to survive is incredible, and I feel for him, though I have gone through nothing quite like it so I cannot tell exactly what it's like. But such is the way with us Elves of the First Age.
As I saw Anglachelm going to get some rest for himself, I remembered something. He still has the jewel of Nargothrond in his keep, the token of trust that I treasure above all else. But best to wait until things have settled down a bit for him, before I bring up the subject.
