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Estarfin

An Old Device

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Danel is pleased to see an old device still being used on some fires. She tries to explain it to Parnard and Estarfin, who both don't seem to have a clue what she is talking about. "Welcome to my world," Parnard says to Estarfin, as he often can't understand what Danel is talking about. 

Discarding the Disguise

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One inside the Brigand inhabited ruins, the three Elves make steady progress at dispatching those men nearest the gate. They clear the next courtyard before climbing to the battlements. With the Brigands aware they are under attack, the Elves discard the foul cloaks they used, and make their way through the rest of the castle. Although Estarfin is slightly wounded by an arrow shot, they all complete their selfappointed quest on behalf of the Halflings. 

Spirits of Fire : Part One

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We Noldor are oft associated with Fire. True enough, we are a fiery folk, some little less than our King of old. Spirit of Fire, he. Spirits of fire many of the rest of us. But fire is two sided, both creative and destructive. And some adhere more to one facet than the other. 

Riding Together

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So we rode down from the brigand's camp a short time after Parnard departed. Swan-hoof would not have been able to carry Estarfin, so it was Pelorian with me, or he walked home. I would not have the latter. 

A Lemon Too Sour

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Danel was braiding her hair, singing a song about Thargelion of old, when a banging of pots and slamming of cabinets came from downstairs.

Just a Touch of Embellishment

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Henepa looked Tolbold straight in the eye, and waved a finger in front of his nose. “Tolbold Tatersfield, if even half of what yer told us that Lady and Lord said is true, yer would have known that the Estarfin was no demon from the start. You lads, walk around with yer eyes closed. Any one of us lasses would have told yer, him’s just protecting his Lady.” the tavern keep sighed and looked a bit wistful.

The Craft of the Firstborn Children of Ilúvatar

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Parnard of the Greenwood, embroidering by the Forest River.

Danel of Thargelion that was, jewelsmithing in Eregion that was.

Estarfin of Thargelion that was, blacksmithing in Imladris.

Day-Drunk

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“Lively neighbours you have,” Parnard observed to Danel. ”A spring morning is all laughter and sunshine here."

"They are merry folk and we need more merriment at this time, I deem. They even make me want to dance!” said Danel, and she began to tap her foot on the flagstones in time to the music. “Dance with me!” So commanded, Parnard bowed deeply from the waist, and springing lithely to her side, began to dance the careful, measured steps of a courtly dance.  

Of Fire and Ice

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(Edited but originally posted in A Haughty Spirit Falls by Estarfin.

How Legends Begin

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Tolbold Tatersfield almost swaggered as he walked into the ‘Elbow’s Bend’, nodding greetings to familiar faces, and noting with a hint of pride how most of the others stood back for him to approach the bar.

He winked  at Henepa, ‘A tall glass fer me, and one fer Sarno, if yer don’t mind.”

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