parf nu dae

The hunter opened the door to the library with a trained gesture, motioning for his companion to enter before following her himself. The heavy doors clicked shut with barely a sound, leaving the library in its usual reverential silence.
Following her guide through the aisles of books, the elf once again looked around. She had been to the library before, of course, but it still filled her with awe and a feeling of inadequacy. Had the Lord of the Last Homely House really read every book in this place?

Thoughtfully, the Elf removed her maid's cap that had denoted her profession for the last months.
She folded it neatly and was about to put it away when she hesitated and put it in her bag instead. It was a little extra weight, but why not? She liked the memory it brought her... perhaps it would aid her, where she was going.

As soon as Nimlith entered the room, Eglanel could see by her grave expression that his hope had been unfounded. He tensed, waiting for the healer to speak.
"I am sorry. I bring no good news."
"Tell me."
Nimlith nodded, looked down.
"I examined your sister, her scars... they speak of evil things and corruption. Things I cannot name, down in the fires of Khazad-Dûm..."
She spoke on lowly, aware to be the bearer of bad news.