Myrnarleth

A letter arrived to me recently. It was sent to be by Lossënénu, telling of the severe injury rendered to her husband, Daerond, in their quest to aid the banks of Greenwood. He was struck with a blade of unknown make, and appears to have been poisoned in spirit. He withers, growing feebler by the day, though his wounds are healed. She fears his tether waning, and stays by his side day and night. She begs me return to Lothlorien, but I fear that I cannot.