For the last five years, Noah had held and protected the lantern he made. He touched it up as needed each year before the festival came. He wanted to remember them. He wanted to honor them. This was the symbolic way he knew how, but it was also each day he lived and breathed that kept their memories close and cherished. Now he hung it with the others, letting the candlelight flicker and dance over the images of raven and wolf, of fire and mountains, of arrows and luxere.
The Hales.
Erebor, strength. Weaver, tenacity. Korbin, loyalty.
But then, Noah took a step to the side and hung a second lantern. One he had made last year with the carvings of The Fangs and each name that had gone defending Halo in the war. Smaller than the lantern for the Hales, it still held spots for two candles, and illuminated every name that was lost.
Noah's lantern is for the Hale family (specifically the characters Korbin and Weaver), touched up in this thread: There’s no more tears, so many years {se}