[Gorothlammothiel]

Elwen told a touching story, and one that was familiar to Soronûmë. He could certainly relate to it, and now the maiden was asking for his. Soronûmë fell silent then smiled to the maiden, "Yea I believe it is my turn now m'lady. As yours my story is not that of happiness and it pains me to talk of my past but your story cannot have been easy to share, so here is mine..."

"My brother I spoke of earlier was not my brother by blood, though by everything else I considered him to be. You see, I grew up with a family other my own. I can't say why, I was too young to remember. I may have been abandoned or orphaned, but either way, a couple took me in and raised me as their own. They were the only family I have known. They had one son, Ithalion. He was older than me and acted as a guide to me in a strange land. He was a good friend and I had a great affection for him. We would travel great distances exploring lands.
However one winters morn, my brother Ithalion took himself off without telling his parents nor me. I became very worried for him, he had never gone without warning before that day. I went out into the woods to look for him but after several hours I became weary and took rest under a Willow tree. Resting my eyes I dreamt of a beautiful wild horse, deep grey in colour with a long flowing mane and tail. I approached the horse and it was suprisingly tame. He led me off into the mist of the morning, onto a clearing surrounded by tall trees with weeping braches, the morning dew still resting on the crisp grass.
I awoke under that tree, but I was no longer weary. It was in that clearing I found my brother lying still and cold on the ground. Ithalion's body was motionless but in his hand he held a single willow branch bearing two slender leaves. I took my brothers hand and laid it upon his chest and my heart fell heavy. As I moved his hand the willow branch twitched and one of the leaves fell upon Ithalion's heart. I raised my head to see the horse from my dream on the edge of the clearing.”
Soronûmë. was now very sorrowful, but determined to continue his tale. He told Elwen how he had taken Ithalion’s body back home and how he had refused to say anything about what had happened to his parents, living in silence for weeks. How he had seen the same wild horse every day since the death of his brother, which was still unexplained, and had named his Salixrana, willow-wanderer.
Eventually Soronûmë. finished his tale which culminated in his travels to the Green Dragon Inn and his meeting of several good friends.