She was standing on balcony over Gilrain river, resting her thoughts while watching forest filled with autumn breath, all gold, copper and umber. Her light gold dress, and long softly curly hair were like sun ray among white pillars.
Lute in her arms were resting, but she didnt play since unfortunate events, pain was too large and worry for her husband too strong. But today she awaits news from Minas Tirith, maybe he will be released after testimonial of Tirmegil's friend, one of soldiers that was there when he got in fight, then duel with Stewards cousin, Gormegil, unfortunatly he lost. If Steward-king will hear him out he should release him instantly.
Then with hope suddenly her fingers started to play melody that Tirmegil loved the most, old song about sea. Maybe if she didnt play she would notice steps behind, but pain was too loud, she needed to release it. When suddenly rope was around her neck she didnt understand at first..shocked she tried to yell but hands tightened with force and slowly she felt life is leaving her.
- No! Melethiell! - thought came in her, and woman that never was one of fighters, never hurt another being took her lute with remaining straight, and pushed the head of lute toward his chest. Man it seems didnt expect she will be so strong, but mothers always surprise with sudden strength. Finlothriel turns as rope is loosed and pushes man from herself, and hits him with lute over his head.
- Ferenor!!- she was shocked to see one of servants, But she had not time as he again approached to her with such angry expression and caught her throath with steel grip.
-"Lady Finloth! Don't make this worse, i wanted to offer you decent death, not blood, like your beauty deserves, Others wasn't so blessed, i don't want to hurt you more then needed."- he says with wolfish grin, and started to choke her again. She tried to fight back, but he was too strong. Last she remembered was his vicious grin and emotionless eyes. Then darkness took her.
