A night of weeping

Carvireth had fallen to her knees as she entered her quiet, home.  Weeping once more, she could not stop.  Her slender figure, the way she was bent forward you'd think she was beaten several times and unable to stand up.  "Pathetic" She told herself.  However, the memory of Remethir could not be undone.  The memories of the company could not be undone, either.   The floor wet with her tears and her slender hand, embracing the tile floor in a curled fist.  "Rhaich!" ((The sindarin word for curses.))   After a moment she would get up, using the wall for support.  Her breathing heavy again, glad that no one else was in her home, or she would indeed be seen as mad.