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Danel

A Much Appreciated Portrait

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I smiled as soon as I walked into the room, and saw it there on the wall, over the bed. For a moment a different sort of ‘magic’ lifted my spirits. It was good magic. I looked to Estarfin, who was just behind me. 

“Remember?” I said.

How to aid Parnard.

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( Story : Of Comfort and cakes )

"I will not speak of it," Parnard looked to the ground, then sank to his knees for a moment as if life was drained from him.

But I had to explain to Belegos, bring him all and any news that may help him contribute his wisdom to our search for a way to prevent the Sorceress, Zairaphel, from plaguing Parnard's dreams.

(Picture by Estarfin )

 

Making more Plans.

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We sat in the upper room, long discussing our options on the best way to aid Parnard, until we knew we had chanced upon the best answer. It was almost time to fightback. 

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Making a Plan

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And our evening continued, with us standing before the main Hall, and the figure of Tintalle. It was cool but not cold, that we had no wish for thicker cloaks, or to light a fire. We stood and conversed as the hours passed us by.

Of Comforts and Cakes

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We four stood by the statue of Tintallë, under her swift-growing starry mantle above. Filignil had just departed to bring water for Belegos to wash his face and hands, and wine for us all. 

“Is it not said, do not ask elves for advice, for we will say both no and yes?” Belegos said with a hint of a grin. 

Reinforcements

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Estarfin had suggested Parnard slept outside, under the lights of Tintallë. I first thought of the sea, the mantle of Ulmo, for defense.  A different Vala, but the same need for an ally whose will could not be challenged. Oh, I was angry then, at myself for not seeing clearly earlier; with the Sorceress Zairaphel and her petulant tenacity.

There is something the Matter with Parnard.

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

Finding our Feet again.

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((This tale comes after  Numenstaya but before A Troubled Homecoming.  ))

 

Reaquainting ourselves with Home

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We did little in those first few days. We slept a lot. Parnard slept a lot that we saw him less frequently than usual, but Marawendi brought word he was still eating and drinking. 

Baths were in order. I had quite a few before I felt totally clean again. Even so, there was the fainest of hints of something unnatural 'lingering'?  A sense of being watched that no amount of water would wash away.   

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