Gilastor's Final Journey

They travelled mostly at night. Estarfin gazed up at the stars and led Gilastor along the paths to the hidden valley, through streams, across moors and past dark forests. He told Gilastor tales of Beleriand as they walked together in the quiet nights, and he sang often, mostly old songs concerning the stars. His voice was fair by the low standards of mortals, yet paled in comparison to any accomplished singers of his own kind. Yet it was enough for the two dark travellers.
"I named you after the dust of the stars, for your mane shares their colour. Did you know?" He ran a hand over the black mane speckled with silver-grey. "Do not fret, soon enough you will taste the sweet water and grass of Imladris again. We should reach it tomorrow."