Estarfin

When we met up again at Echad Eregion, less than a year ago, you told me you had ‘little to offer’.

I understood where your words came from, but I did not agree with you.

Estarfin stood upon the cliffs, an open bottle of wine held in his hand as he stared across the Sea, searching for answers. His face was pale and drawn, as though he had been without rest for many days. A chill wind swept over him, and he scowled, looking to the uttermost West.

He called out bitterley into the empty sky."You have laid this Doom upon us, and we have dwelt ever under that shadow. Tears unnumbered have been shed, and none save Tintallë herself have any thought for us that remain in this far land."

Images of Parnard of the Greenwood, Danel and Estarfin of Thargelion, enjoying each others company and the pleasure of the beach and sea. Based upon the following:

Another Day at the Beach by Parnard

Daydreams on a Sunny Summer Morn. by Danel

The night had been long, and he felt exhaustion take him as he sat in the comfortable armchair. His anger had cooled, partly satisfied from the blood that he had shed, partly by the knowledge that whatever misunderstanding had led to the mortal being there must have been of his own doing, not Danel's. He smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, remembering the joy he had felt when riding with Parnard and returning blooded from their hunt. He knew that Danel was watching over him, and he welcomed her presence.