The sense of ill tidings

The elven bread worked, and I recovered soon. I was of course not strong enough to travel large distances, but gained in a couple of days at least the strength to get out of my bed to see my sister and my master. And, the audience wouldn't be far away anymore either. As ladders would be madness, I descended my tree with a winding staircase, turning around the trees in circles. I headed to the gardens of Galadriel, where the pavilion of my friends was located.

When my sister saw me, and when I saw her, we quickened our steps into a hurry, and hugged each other, as lightning hitting a tree. Yes, it was that intense, with so much of light and energy and speed and warmth, but in a fraternal way, though the high speed of the hug didn't affect its length that looked like seconds for us, and like hours for Andraghil. He, by the way, looked to us, raising one eyebrow, standing quite cool. I also gave him a hug, but in a 'proper' fraternal way how it can still be allowed from a servant to his master. "The Galadhrim didn't allow us to your resting place," Allyss sighed "but probably that was the best." And I eased her in return: "neither they allowed me to go downstairs. They wished to give me rest on a quiet place to quicken my recovering. But you, Andraghil, look restless. Tell me what is in your mind, for I finally feel, despite of my handicap, relieved about the turn of the tides" 

"But I am not," Andraghil replied on my pretty confident indirect question "as the elves didn't bring me such hopeful news as they shared with you, it seems. While you recovered, bad news reached the town of the elves, concerning our order. You have fought for our order for many years, but much of our history and meaning is hidden for you. And now, our once so secret refuge is exposed due to the recent activities of the red company. Redstable burns..." Neither Allyss or I were aware of this development. While we have served as good militants and engaged for the blood of Númenor, we were ignorant of many things. Amarthorn told us about much of the history of Middle-Earth, about men and elves and dwarves alike, but he always refrained from telling large things about the history of Lady Rossiel. I was a piece in a big game of a thousand of years, but the secrets and our political situation were unknown for me. This, would now change, for my body is broken, my skill incapacitated, and my will strengthened. "Did there fall any casualties?! what is the aftermath?" "The news is rough, limited and unclear. We don't know how many, or who, but we know there were a few yes. I want to part homewards as soon as the elves let us go. But let it be known that my house suffered, and an important artefact, not solely belonging to us, but to all of Númernorean blood, has been destroyed. And I, Andraghil son of Amarthorn, am angered by the movements of the enemy and of my own house, for these actions couldn't be taken without conscience of Aragorn, son of Arathorn, chieftain of the Dúnedain, the only heir of the line of the kings."