Estarfin

“What? What is it?” said Parnard, looking down at himself. Today, like most days, he wore a green linen tunic and breeches, and over all he would throw a long plain cloak of good cloth when it rained. 

“Turn for me,” instructed Estarfin.

“If you like,” Parnard said, willingly obliging, craning his neck as he looked over his shoulder. “Did I sit in something again?”

“For the armour,” he explained. 

"Tonight is a night for joy and laughter, Estarfin Hestion. I see you stand before me, not far from full grown, yet still so young. Barely thirty summers have passed since I could hold you in one hand." He smiled and nodded to his son, then raised his glass in a toast. "To your studies, and less accidents in the stables." Estarfin nodded, watching his father carefully.
He copied the motion, raising his own glass of orange and water, a rare treat saved for high feasts. He drank the sweet liquid, marvelling at the taste and scent of it.

Parnard and I walked along the shore. It felt so strange to me to be 'home', even though all that remained was a ruined Mount Rerir and a few rocky outcrops. We were searching for something I could bring back to Falathlorn. Something I could add to the ring I was making. But although I had ideas, I was not certain what.  And I looked to the water, to the sea that covered all of my childhood, and the friends and family whose tomb it had become. 

(Of Thargelion That is )

He was so concerned about binding me to one whose future he believed was unavoidable. Of that bond of spirit and body that would last until Arda was remade, that meant neither of us could seek another. But I still thought he was unable to fully understand. What was another to me? I had made my choice, and that the only one I would have. I thought then that some of my determination came from my father telling me Estarfin was slain, when in truth he was as alive as I.

Parnard finally gets the opportunity to speak with Estarfin about his prospective father-in-law. Danel stands back to allow the neri space to speak uninterrupted, but she listens. Much is explained by the wood-elf, including something he has told no other. And by the end of the evening, a plan is agreed.