Rakul

Then Linglorel spoke to her Dúnedain lord:
„No, don't draw your shining sword,
And, for our love, speak not a word
Until I charm the dragon, else may all be lost,
And of this quest our lives yet pay the cost.”

Now the Elf-maiden was his happiness
And Ranger rhymed about her grace
And told her stories of treasures
Deep beneath the dragon's lair.
 
Till in the stillness of one dawn
Still in its mystic crown
The Elf-maiden she went down to the lair
And in the ice she's gone...
 
The Ranger came down to the lair
To call out to his dear
When there was no answer
He was overcome with fear...
 

"How will I find this jewel of mine?

Taken from me for some time

Here I stand in my pool of tears

Entry the seventh — though a paltry one, for I only wish to quickly communicate my concerns about the treatment of Miss Rue.

I understand well your inclination to assume that Rue's troubles are all in the mind, horrors and fantasies planted by some Woman who addled her with herbs to compel her service. And I shall not contest the fact that Rue is disturbed, at times irrational, and is frequently antisocial in behavior.