“Come, Nareloth. Be not afraid. Thousands would kill to prove themselves worthy of such honour. Serve me, Nareloth, and of all troubles shall I free you.”
It was early morning, perhaps two or three hours after midnight. The sparkling night sky emitted a sense of happiness and comfort, both Garethred and Rildheldiel grateful for this as they both had their reasons to shed tears of grief.
"Nareloth opened the door, stepped inside and locked it behind him. Immediately he went upstairs to check on Muiliel, sighing in relief upon finding her sat in the chair at an open window, her eyes closed. He crouched and planted a smooth kiss on her forehead, warming her hands which were freezing cold. She was asleep. He then turned towards the window and leaned on the parapet, mixed tears of love, happiness, sorrow and anger welling up in his eyes."