The Call of Home 

olorinwhooncewas:

“You do have that in your nature, yes, but your kindness too is unparalleled,” he smiled a bit, his warm eyes sad.  ”And I think you for the complement, but I am afraid I can be a poor example of ‘kind help’ at times.”  Then his face brightened a bit.  ”The world is there, the same as it ever was.  Wolves are coming down from the north, growing bolder each season, but I have posted Rangers up along the mountains, led by Arathorn’s son, Aragorn.  He is young, but strong and more noble than he yet knows.”  He winked a bit at the other.  ”I need not tell you that his name only passes between us.  There are large events to be set in motion by his growth into whom he will become and we wouldn’t want the enemy to catch wind of it.”

“Meldir, you speak as though I would share information,” he grinned as he looked sidelong to the Istar.  "Long have I stood in defiance of him and that will not change now at the end of things.  You are in a home kept safe and as far from the reaches of the east as possible within these lands,“ he reminded his old friend.

He was more aware of the world than he would openly admit to others but it was always a good idea to hear of it from an outside source.  It provided a fresh perspective and more information than what he could always find on his own or Galdor could bring with him.  It was good to hear there was such promise though.  

"Let us see if we can distract you briefly with a proper meal and a soft bed,” he spoke up as they came to the steps that would lead up to the main hall.  He doubted there were any that would eavesdrop but it was best to not take chances during a tense time.  "I hope you do not mind seafood!“




nowe.
cirdan the shipwright.
lord of the grey havens.



independent & selective

shipwright

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