Frodess's Post
Arlómë and Einen were dead. So was Gromfelt, her first friend of the journey. She still remembered seeing him wearing the hat.
And he was gone. Belegond, the one she loved but barely knew, was dead. But it was not like the loss of the past. She knew that when she would think of him, she would smile, for he was now at peace.
I will see him again.
Yanithë gave Killi Belegond's chain, as he had asked.
"I never knew you well, but a friend of Belegond's is a friend of mine. As such, I feel I am in your debt." Yanithë also gave him most of her share of jewels. When she had finished, a small dwarf by the name of Bifin approached her.
"He wanted you to have it," he explained as he gave her Gromfelt's hat. She bowed to him respectfully, and put the hat on her own head. Her brooch she held tightly.
Three days had passed. She needed the time to recooperate. She knew her severed hand would make things difficult, but she would find a way to work around it.
Finally, it was time to leave. She found Bali outside, and spoke to him.
"Sire, I thank you for allowing me to be part of your company, and for everything. I must leave now. I'm going home. If ever you need me again, send word to Rohan, and there I shall be. Farewell!" With this, Yanithë mounted her steed and turned to the west, beginning the long journey which lay ahead of her.
I'm going home.
[ April 20, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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