A Letter to Daerundros and Inásdhe's Tears

Tears, of tragedy
Black and full of woe,
Blackness from the sky,
Shed for us,
The immortal First-Born

They gave us hope,
Pointed us home and safety.
Fallen divinity,
Given to us,
The immortal First-Born.

Blessed and risen,
Through our mother Inásdhe,
Stands she above all,
Stand we above all,
We the immortal First-Born.

No more shall tears be shed,
Black and full of woe.
We live eternal to praise mother,
To fill her with pride.
The same pride,
Given to us,
The immortal First-Born.

Tears shall others shed,
The mothers of our foes.
Inásdhe shall laugh and rejoice,
By the enemies' bones,
Slain by us,
The immortal First-Born.

The sound of hands clapping together interrupted her thinking.
   "Well sung, dear sister", she heard Nevyn'Iral saying and turned to him. "I had forgotten how beautiful thy voice is when tuned to the notes of Inásdhe."
   Minyelaírë regarded her brother for a moment who wore a wide white fur over his shoulders in order to protect himself from the cold. They might be sheltered from the biting wind within the many rooms of the keep that once was Ironspan, but the iciness itself found its way through the walls of stone and the crude misty glass of the windows.
   "I do not usually sing", answered Minyelaírë. "But this song clears my mind. I can think better after hearing it."
   Nevyn'Iral nodded simply. "Farron and the other Lossoth Chieftains requested to see us."
   "Then I will be there shortly. Let me finish this letter", said the red-haired Alb and heard how the door to her room was opened and her brother left. She assured herself that he was really gone by listening to his steps fainting in the wide hallways of the keep. Then Minyelaírë took up the quill again and continued:

Dear Daerundros,

As it might be known to thee, have I left Imladris without permission of its Lord or those who were my wardens. Think no wrong of it, for I had to do it. I was required by those that I worship in order to serve them again.
As proof that I mean no wrong I will lay plain my location to thee. I abide to present time in the fortress that thou knowst as Ironspan, high up in the lands of Forochel, that my people calls now Dhsôn Bhalsûr. Naturally I strongly advice thee not to seek me in intention to take me captive again as it might require thy duty.
But come and seek me out alone. Things remain unsaid between us that must be uttered and I swear that my kin will do thee no harm and that thou art free to leave Dhsôn Bhalsûr anytime thou wishest. Trust me only this one more time.

Thy once most dearest friend and sister-in-heart
Minyelaírë
 - Nosdh'arôi of the Indelible and the Albish host of Dhsôn Bhalsûr

The red-haired albish maiden stood up as soon as she had sealed the letter with wax. On her way to the meeting with the Lossoth she gave the parchment to an albish messenger. He would find Daerundros.