A friend she had, a bard in her youth.
His name was Yorvick and he had hailed from Edoras.
No one knew how she had met him, for spoke to no one of it.
The night was young and the campfire was warm.
She was at the ripe age of sixteen winters.
Her Mother was present as well as her Father.
Yorvick was singing and sharing tales.
Estariell's smile was sweet at the time.
She still was going through her training and had much to learn.
Yorvick, being the only one who knew of her blood and spoke no word of it to strangers.
He had written a song for Estariell.
Looking at her he had smiled and told her to remember this song in days of heartache.
This was her tribute.
The lute had never sounded sweeter and his voice stronger.
She had sat and listened.
"Dear Lady, young and fair, her laughter is her comfort and Faith is her foundation."
He paused and looked at her with his boyish smile, he was just as innocent as she was.
Neither knew much of the world or it's troubles.
"When the road is dark and ever long, she will rise and she will go beyond it."
"May she go with life's blessings and gain a stout heart."
"This is the Maiden, the Maiden of The North."
"Those that meet her, adore her."
"Those that hate her, stand no chance against her."
"Fair Maiden, Fair maiden of a noble line."
"Dry your tears when your heart is aching and know that light is near."
"Fair Maiden, graceful is she."
He had repeated these lines time and again.
Her dear friend, now long gone.
She now sings this song, not because she has a love for herself.
But because it brings her the memory of her dear friend.
His words still live on and he had faith in her.
This song passes her lips on nights alone.
Alone, yes that word she knows very well.
