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“The mood of the company was grim, but hope remained that King Dior would see sense; that when the sons of Feanor arrived at Menegroth the doors would be open, with the Silmaril awaiting them.” (‘Memories of Doriath’ by Estarfin)
Danel and Estarfin investigate the ruins of Caras Tilion. Danel seems keen they 'help' with the problem of un-departed mortal spirits. Neither fear such spirits of course, and Estarfin cannot understand why they seem to choose to linger. Many have now departed.
‘Your letter, this reminiscing,’ Estarfin said as bluntly as ever. ‘ I have not always been as I am, you know that. I am not blind to what you... want? Or perhaps what you once wanted, before everything was broken. …I am here, now. You are here. Tell me what you want of me. And know that I have so little to give.’
The writings of Estarfin and Carnifinde (Danel) of Thargelion in the Third Age. Also of their mutual friend, Parnard.
There is no literal return to the place of Awakening in the East, that much is almost certain. But Danel has another idea, and motivation through her love for a Kinslayer. Creating their own 'Cuivienen' is still a possibility, if they can overcome their respective pasts.
Estarfin prefers to be out under the sky and stars, than in the caverns of Felegoth. Danel takes him to a vantage point, where they look over the Emyn-nu-Fuin, and recall a little of its past. She suggests a small 'quest' to assist Thranduil's folk, and possibly give Estarfin something to think on.
It was winter. My father and I had stood on the balcony of our house, cloaks wrapped about us, intending to watch the stars for a short time. But it was a moonless and nigh starless night, as if another, darker, cloak was thrown across the sky. He put an arm on my shoulder.
Danel's plan appears to involve a visit to the halls of King Thranduil. Estarfin says little to start with, and she is the one who speaks with the guards they encounter. At least there are none of the Race of Men in Felegoth, or Northern Mirkwood, it seems.