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Estarfin

Flight From Valinor

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

A poem read to Estarfin by his father:

 

A Crooked Blade

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

He fumbled with the silver and emerald clasp, cursing quietly as it kept slipping from his fingers and coming undone despite his best efforts. In frustration he shrugged the dark green silk and black velvet striped arming jacket off of his shoulders and sighed; looking at the armour pieces carefully laid on the table before him reminded him of his own weakness. A warrior that can no longer dress himself for battle is not fit to wear such armour.

A First Letter to Lord Ambassador Parnard

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

To the Lord Ambassador of Bar-en-Vanimar Parnard,

 

Inside, Outside

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

He glanced at the slumbering figures again. The moonlight was not bright enough through the clouds to show the disappointment on his face.

The Rule of Law

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

These were Lord Anglachelm's judgments: that Estarfin should be honored, and not be cast out as some of us feared; he shall be ably employed, and not lose his place and station in the House.

Good Housekeeping

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

It was late, and the fireflies were winking love by the time she arrived, but she saw a light shining within. She rang the bell and the door quickly opened.

“Does the Lord Ambassador lodge here?” asked Ruineth.

“Sometimes,” replied Losshell. “He keeps a room here, and I see to it, and take in his letters for him.”

“Is he here now?”
“No. He has not been here since the morning.”

To Judge a Stranger

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The bowstring snapped and the arrow whistled through the air until it hit the target with a satisfying thunk.  Dolthafaer barely noted its position near the center before he knocked another to the string. 

It had been a day since the hearing of Estarfin by the Cauns of Vanimar for his disastrous foray into the Hithaeglir. 

Favours

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story
She hummed an old song to herself as she cleaned her tools, her mind far away from the tedious and repetitive work. Already the steel smithing hammers lay spotless and shining upon a red cloth sheet although the pile of filthy tongs on the hessian sack still lurked in the corner of her eye. She sighed softly as she looked at them, cleaning the first pair of tongs with an increasingly grubby cloth almost absent-mindedly. A sudden knock upon the door startled Ruineth from her thoughts and she let out a muttered curse as she dropped the tongs onto the wooden table.

Surprised by Joy

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

All the day long doing work, writing over list after list by my own hand, because when Sorontar finished it, by mistake I laid hold of the inkpot and not the sandbox, and almost blotted out the accounts. This put Sorontar into a hurried sort of fit, and I grew worried for his sake, so I said I would copy it again for him.

Of Duty and Folly

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

((cf. Veryacano's report on Estarfin's hearing - for further context, refer to the chronicle "A Haughty Spirit Falls"))

 

Today Estarfin was summoned to speak before the Cauns regarding his deeds in the Hithaeglir, and his reasons therefore.

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