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"Where is the once joyful song of the elves?" murmured Fáinu, "While the men wander and the Dwarf delves. We long for the joy we had in ages past, seeking to come to Valinor at the last. But what ship would bear such as us, Cree? All I have done is lost, even onto thee." His voice trailed off and he looked longingly to the west. "The sea." he whispered again.
He shook his head and looked Cree in the eyes, "I see that this business with your father has deeply heart you," he said, "Perhaps you cannot feel free until you tell of all you can recall. I see that you have chains upon your mind that prevent thee from seeing the whole truth. You may break these bonds, if you wish, for you have set these bonds yourself, but I say onto you, if you seek those deep memories, it may be what you do not wish to hear." Fáinu, it seemed, had guessed the truth of Cree’s past. He had seen it in her eyes when they first met, a deep founded fear, or was it a feeling of guilt? He knew not, and had not perused it.
Fáinu looked out at the party on the front garden and smiled, "See, the Hobbits are a happy breed of folk! I wish I could know their joy. They know not the trials of the world and can dance and sing while the world falls about them. There could be war and death all about and they would still talk of ale and food. Woe to the Eldar, who know nought but suffering in the long years of Middle Earth."
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