[Novnarwen]

Lostlondwen knew that nothing could bring Merenwen back. No one or nothing had that power. Her white body was laid on a simple sledge. Tears dropped from Lostlondwen's eyes. The world was full of dangers and happenings no one could foresee. Why? Merenwen had died for a good cause, something she belived in. But this wasn't good enough for Lostlondwen. She looked at the others, full of grief they were, just like her. What would happen now? An elf had died, a sister, should they move on with their quest?

Lostlondwen walked over to some of the others and sat down. Callo was at her side. She stirred into the fire and didn't notice that Elentari gathered all of them around the campfire. Elentari's words were nothing but a cry in the wind. Lostlondwen was glad the dwarves were okey, all thanks to Merenwen, who now was no longer with them.

Elentari told them to go to bed. But Lostlondwen couldn't sleep. She had nightmares, several of them. The one with her mother had come back. And then there was an other, one about Merenwen.

Lostlondwen shuddered, went up and wandered off to the place they had laid Merenwen. She sat down and looked at her, and took her hand in hers. She wiped her tears with her other hand and started to sing.