He comes walking in much as he did the first time, in the wake of the setting sun. Here's the catch: by his reckoning, he's been walking for a day or two, wanderlust by nature -- by the Mansion's, it's been more like two months ( Read more... )

They've all been home for some days now, and the mood in Nargothrond remains frantic. The battle was lost and the war's not over, and there are the wounded and the refugees from the East to attend to; defenses to arrange; friends to mourn. While Orodreth and Celegorm between them seem to be doing an excellent job of sorting things out, there's no ( Read more... )

A night or two after The Thing With The Wolves finds Edrahil back to the scene of the fight, underneath the shadowing tree. The corpses are all gone, which makes things less morbid -- or smelly -- than they could be, but that doesn't quite help his mood.

And on a particular brisk and sunny Spring morning, a particular non-Finwëan elflord can be found hanging around somewhere outside the Mansion. He's found himself a sword somewhere, and is waiting, not without anticipation, for a particular friend to turn up so as to put said sword to use. Which is not as dirty as it sounds ( Read more... )