Previously, Estariell had been cornered with the ancient dead.
Clinging to Yorvick's body, in hopes of protecting it.
Even in death, she was loyal to her friend.
Promising to give him a proper burial.
Her blade was in her hand and Estariell's body had trembled.
Seeing one of Middle-Earth's many horrors for the first time.
Her Father, in that moment had come.
Seeing she was no longer at the camp they had made he had tracked her.
"Father! Go back!"
She cried.
"Leave me to my fate I would rather die than live without you!"
Ignoring her words, Estariell's beloved Father had ran forward.
Cutting down the foes that had attempted to take, his young one's life.
However, they were outnumbered.
He had instructed her to take Yorvick and bury him and to not look back.
His final words to Eastriell were "The young move on and the old die, I do this as a selfless act of love, go my Daughter and know that I love you."
Two people she had held dear to her heart had died that day.
Fate was cruel.
She then had a hatred for life, but had moved forward because she had a duty.
To follow her kinsman.
