Duarion and I were still half asleep, when an elf knocked on our door to deliver a letter. The sun was dawning over Rivendell and I slowly opened my eyes to take the letter, which was addressed to Lady and Lord Thorongial in Rivendell.
I recognized Marlyn's careful handwriting on it.
"Just open it my dear, we both know that you will only think of it the whole day, if you don't know what it says."
I nodded, unsure of what Marlyn might have to tell us here in Rivendell.
She made a few lines about the House's faring, before she came to the main point:
"I'm writing this letter to inform you of the death of Hardoleth, Captain of the Bloody Dawn.
I heard that he died of an illness."
I looked to Duarion, who simply nodded and placed a hand on my shoulder, before I laid the letter aside.
A longer silence followed.
Farewell Hardoleth and find peace in your rest.
May the Valar be merciful to you.
I will not forget our acquaintance.
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