Numenstaya

It was one of out favourite spots for discussion and contemplation. Many matters had be solved by one or more of us sitting by the lake. I only had a few occsional fish, but the water was wonderful for watching the stars' reflection in, and fow swiming, when the wealther was clement. No matter what the issue, that particulat spot seemed to have a soothing effect on us all.

Estarfin was standing on the white marble bridge, nigh the lake, gently singing a song to Tintalie. I walked down the path towards him. “Meldanya!”

He turned to me, smiling. “Stars, and the sound of water,” he said. 

“I would listen awhile, if you would continue? I always find it so beautiful here.” I smiled in return. 

He reached out to take my hand in his. 

Fearanie has begun to feel very much at home in the steading of Numenstaya. She misses her parents in Forlond, but is making some good new friends. Foremost among them is Marawendi from the Greenwood, who she leads into more trouble that the latter would normally entertain. Although she is strict, Filignil the housekeeper and scout is also considered a much older, wiser and a touch authoritative friend. The old Nolde has earned the youngsters respect, and fascinates her with her tales of the past. Parnard is almost always entertaining in one way or another.

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'?