Numenstaya

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. 

Estarfin joined us, giving his greetings to Earcalie. He sat down beside me.

"Earcalie does important work, guarding the caravans from the coast, meldanya. But I would have her take extra care." I said.