Estarfin

He had braided my hair before we set out from Imladris, and most thankful was I, especially when we reached Mirkwood. Although I normally wore my hair lose, the thoughts of it tangling with webs and branches and possibly even bats, made the style a wise choice. Then it needed to be braided again after we had all refreshed ourselves upon reaching Felegoth. Wise, yes. But then anything to do with each other's hair was special. 

(Picture by Estarfin)

Estarfin and Danel are summoned to the rooms of Captain Brethenel. They are expecting to give witness to the character of their friend, Parnard, but there seems to be some discreet interrogation concerning the deaths of the elves and men as well. 

I killed him in cold blood...nay, hot blood, rather. It was in the heat of a rage that I drove Sarphir through his heart. 

And why I acted so, I know not. My hands still tremble at what I have become.

Oh I am no stranger to slaying an opponent. But that is the key, I have willingly slain those who sought to attack me, or others. I have slain some who would have slain me if they had the chance. I had recently participated in clearing certain ruins in Yondershire of brigands who preyed on travellers, and on the Halfings. But today was different.

So the three of us walked on, into the darkened and corrupted Forest, that was once Greenwood the Great. The horses followed slowly behind us, as alert as we were to threat of any sort. 

Story: Something is Wrong Picture by Estarfin. 

He reached over and raised my chin that we looked eye to eye again. “I do not ask you to share my actions, Lady. But I need you to know, to really know what I am.”