Estarfin

"Are we to settle this with blade or with words?" Estarfin said.

He stood, like a black garbed executioner I thought. Though he had eschewed armour, and wore only cloth trousers and tunic, he would make a swift end of the Wood Elf, even had his hands been tied behind his back. A warrior trained and honed, at nigh his strength of old, against an embroiderer. Brave though Parnard could be, he stood no chance whatsoever. 

Estarfin laid a hand to his sword hilt. I believe Parnard looked to his eating knife.

'I stood by his side in silence for some time. Words would add naught. We needed nothing but the beauty of the stars above us. Peace there was….almost. Eventually he spoke. “This night has brought a wound that I did not expect. The joy of finding our friend here, after our searching. Yet he has such disdain in his heart?”

Cold winds whipped past him tugging at his robes, pulling his hair back from his face. The taste of the sea was in his mouth, and he could feel the salt upon his skin. The stone cliff beneath his feet fell several hundred feet away below him, yet the white foam of the waves crashing into the rock  still had the power to throw spray high enough to soak his robes. The day was growing late, the heat of Vása spent for the day. He shivered slightly; the wet robes clung to him, pulling the warmth from his flesh.

What began as a friendly hunt for rabbits in the hills behind Celondim, takes an unexpected turn. 

('A Bitter Argument by Parnard.' )

Estarfin watched the stars closely,lost in their beauty. He stood motionless, as in a dream, walking through memories of long ago when the world was fairer.