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"I hope we will meet again, until then may the Valar protect you under the One."

Mithalwen's eyes as well as mind had opened to Uien, whose eyes moistened. "My thanks, Mithalwen. It was generous of you to come to us."

She embraced the Elf woman, who started at first, then relaxed.

No, I cannot think ill of you, mellonemel*. How could I? Each of us must make our own choices as best we can. Maybe the dooms we have brought upon ourselves by our choices will be fair and blessed. Let us hope so.

Uien kissed Mithalwen on the lips in Elvish regard, and released her, who stood looking stricken. Perhaps I have been too warm now?

"Falowik and I were just speaking of this, and we first will go back to Lake Evendim to see how the new settlements fare there. But afterward, we will come to Lindon, and I will look for you there. Namarië, mellonemel."

Mithalwen's stricken face melted into a smile. "I shall look for you... mellonemel."

They embraced once again and parted. Uien watched Mithalwen go, her smile undimmed long after the Elf woman had departed.

"Something happened that I missed," Falowik said.

"Aye, Lauréatan. Sorrow she bears did not permit her to speak freely. I would prove true to her faith in me. Please ask me not of it."

"The affairs of Elves are far above me," Falowik said, not without a little awe in his voice.

Uien laughed. "So have you said more times than I can count!" She took his hand. "Come, let us see to Kirsúl."

*mellonemel .... "heart-friend"