Erestor

Estarfin closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at the sky again. “As she always has. She has never forgotten us.” Then he looked at me, and began reciting …

I cannot remember a time when I had smiled and laughed so much. My face ached, but it was worth it, every minute. A serious declaration had it been by both of us, with a nod to the difficulties we had endured to come to this night. But it had also been light of heart and joyful, with no room for any somberness. And he was happy too. I don’t think I had ever seen him quite so content? Indeed, we both embraced this future most willingly.

Lord Erestor, Chief Counsellor of Lord Elrond & Head Scholar of the Library of Imladris

To Lord Anglachelm of Bar-en-Vanimar, Greetings.

Giving two crisp knocks on the heavy oak door, Uilossiel waited for a moment outside Lord Erestor’s study. Her long, midnight blue robe, marking her out as an assistant scholar, rustled uncertainly as she shifted on her feet.