A letter lies on a table in Imladris, the table in the guestroom provided for Gaomee Ælbdis, the writing is visible in the flickering flame of the nearby chandelier, it is clear the letter is intended for the erstwhile occupant of the room, yet, how will she read it unless the attendants know it lays awaiting her there?.
Hîril Gaomee,
For weeks now I have been left without word, no news, no messages, silence.
You bade me remain here, even though I offered to join you on your journey, you bade me stay behind, bade me hem in the desire to protect you, be with you, follow where ever you would go.
I have done this, and as I stated to you I set out for Lothlórien, there to be given the task to form the Faer Tirith, this, I have done. Much is there to tell about the guard, but little would it concern you I think. For you chose to leave me in darkness.
I have searched for word, I have waited patiently for news, I have even tried to track your path, to no avail, no one knows whence you have gone, only what I myself know, that you have left for your homelands. Left friends, left even love behind.
Is it flight from that which might have become that led you to flee thus?.... I do not know.
My duties these days take me far from this hidden vale, and oft when on the path I wonder how I hurt you, and what wrong I did you, that you would leave me thus?.
Alas, it is not for me to say, I know but that I am left with a darkness inside me, that is casting its shadows deep within my heart, for where I thought light would shine, where your presence would reside and give me strength, all I have left... is a feeling of emptiness.
A feeling of being dismissed and left to fly away as ashes on the wind.
Thus now, I shall go forth, letting my spirit dwell not on a dream, but on the tasks at hand, I shall endeavour to quell the fire that had grown so strong, and in the end, let it become cold, dead, alight no more.
It is with pain I write this letter, but, you should know that I have come to accept your dismissal of my service, and the way you left my heart, lying cold, like winter on the ground.
Let now fade that flower that was seen in spring, let the summer be forgotten and fall take it, that it may leave but a memory... a scent... of what might have been.
Farad vaer dear hunter, I hope you shall find light again ere the end...
Faernathron
Dust has begun to settle on the parchment, when it will be read... none may say.
