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Two unexpected, but most welcome, visitors arrive within a short time of each other. The first, Earcalie of Forlindon is an acquaintance of Danel's from her recent time in Imladris. More than acquaintance really, as the older elleth looks upon the lively, curious younger one with favour and hopes for a happy future.
The second, Hingalas the Ropemaker of Mithlond, is an old friend of both Danel and Parnard. He arrives reminding the others that he was invited to their Autumn Festival, but could not attend then so is visiting now.
There is still a celebration a little after Midsummer Day, but the participants cannot bring themselves to enjoy it to the full. Although they appreciate each other's company, and the fine food prepared mostly by Parnard and Marawendi, (though the return of Filignil at the last moment means the return of Roast Chicken,) they are still in a measure of shock at what happened to their home, and at the loss of Aearlinn.
Instinctively I turned my betrothal ring on my index finger, finding comfort in the action. My fingertips traced the design, the diamond stars embedded in the pattern of the Calarcirya, to ‘watch over us, always,’ Estarfin had said. I smiled at the memory.
A far more somber celebration than the previous year, some of those at Numenstaya gather for midsummer. Barahirn has food brought to him, and Ceuro is still too dazed by the death of Aearlinn to attend. Filignil and Parnard do their best to make a feast.
Estarfin’s brow furrowed as he narrowed his gaze. “How many warriors does the Captain of Celondim command? Would he support an attack on Bree?” he asked.