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Estarfin

Speaking with Ruineth Part 3/3

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Upon entering the Hall of Fire, we headed to Estarfin, who was standing conveniently near Sogadan. There were several folk in the place, but it was not yet late enough in the day to be crowded, if indeed it would be. 

Kinslayer?

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“He has spoken with me about many things, yes. Or is it something in particular to which you refer? I know he tried to drive you away from him by telling of some of his past deeds? Of the kinslayings?

And I all but bit my tongue, knowing Parnard stood close. 

“He has told me all of it,” Ruineth replied, still softly, but loud enough for Parnard to open his eyes wider. “All of the blood that still clings to him, that can never be made clean.” She shuddered. “He reveled in it.”

Leaving Thargelion Pt IV

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Continued from Leaving Thargelion Pt III

It had been a long day at the forge, and Estarfin savoured the warm water on his skin. He washed away the soot and sweat from his face, arms and chest. The silver basin of water swiftly grew darker with the dirt of the forge, and Estarfin dried himself with a clean swathe of cloth. He flexed his hands to ease the familiar ache and moved his head from side to side, stretching his neck.

Speaking with Ruineth. Part 2/3

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“I did not take him from you,” Ruineth folded her arms across her chest.

I tried to sound as gentle as possible, aware my words, if not carefully chosen, could cause harm.

Not her Favourite Librarian

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The Teler, Talkale, was never among my most favourite people. He was unquestionably learned, but his manner lacked much that I wondered at Lord Elrond still keeping him in his employ? This habit of his of not referring to Estarfin, Parnard or I by our appointed titles irked me that, had the matter of my searching for relevant papers not been so urgent, I would have taken down that walking bookcase on the spot. With words I hasten to add. 

 

From: Speaking with Ruineth. Part 1.

Speaking with Ruineth. Part 1/3

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Both Estarfin and Parnard had departed the house by the time I rose from slumber. It was still early though, so I had plenty of time to bathe and dress, and make my way down to the Last Homely House for a few words with one of the librarians, before setting off to the forges to speak with Ruineth. 

Familiar Dream

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"Ride on!"
The black tide of orcs and wicked Men drew nearer, a few of their crude arrows whistling through the air as they came into range. Still, she hesitated, unwilling to leave him. "You gave me your word Danel. The time has come to leave these burning shores. Ride on, to the harbour while you still can." He looked at the charging hordes, they seemed to not be any closer somehow.
Danel reached down from her steed and laid a hand upon his shoulder. "I will not leave you here alone. Come with me?"

The Duel

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The Autumn Feast. Part Two.

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Reading order is after Warmth on a Cold Night

 

 

Of Ruineth, and Other Matters. Part 2/2

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I placed my glass of wine beside me, on the bench, and kicked off my shoes. Estarfin put his wine on the floor for the moment, and stretched out his long legs. It was good to relax.

“The Hall of Fire is so empty now,” said Parnard, with a hint of wistfulness.

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