[Eressië Ailin]

'It all went by so quickly. We only stayed in Imladris the night,' Luin thought. 'Though it is probably better that way.' She sighed, watching Elen and the ranger. 'All of the Elves there, they acted like they had missed me.' Luin spat on the ground in disgust. She knew better than to trust them. Kicking a small pebble, she thought of when they had entered Imladris, not too long ago.

After Elrond had greeted them, she had been led to her old room, and Gondolin and Andunériel had been led to their rooms also. Sleeping in the same bed, being surronded by the same Elves, and all of Imladris had brought back far too many painful memories for Luin. She remembered her precious horse, Thalion, as he was dying. Wiping tears from her eyes, she recalled the conversation between the two Elves just outside her window. Luin heard the taunting voice inside her head whispering, 'We can care for your steed... you must trust us to heal Thalion... your horse will be healed... we cared for him... tried to save him... we were too late... too late... too late...' The voice. It was disturbingly familiar.

Luin began to hear the voice again. 'Who is it that lead my beloved Thalion die? she asked herself. She tried to get the voice out of her head. But it would not leave. The voice that she was hearing was no longer just in her imagination. Luin looked up, frantically trying to find who the voice belonged to. She looked from face to face, face to face, when she saw lips moving that matched the words she was hearing. Luin looked at her in disbelief, she stared, shocked, at the one who had let her horse die. It was Andunériel.