Carvireth had sat in The Hall of Fire, she was finding herself alone more and more each passing day. Sometimes she had enjoyed it, but no not in this case. Her heart was sinking, without anyone to keep her company, the only presence was that of her painful thoughts. Her Father's face, had come into her mind. Although she had not known him long, let alone the fact she was very young when she has lost him, but not so young that his face would be out of memory.
She could hear his voice over her and the blessings he had given her.
His love more precious than Mithril, or Gold. His smile, had warmed her heart.
She was old now, very old.
But that child-like spirit had still remained in her.
The cruel arrow, that pierced her Father's heart, her cries when he had fallen.
They echoed in her mind.
"Namarie."
She had whispered under her breath.
"Gone, you are gone."
