Weary of battle and much loss, Galahadlas bid farewell to his mother Mindacuriel and watched her sail away. His glorious father and elder brother had fallen with the banners of their king, Fingon the Valiant and now with the passing of Mindacuriel into the West, he felt lonely and sorrow reigned. There he stood at the Haven Grey. Anger and pain lingered inside his heart, and his lust for revenge kept him at the shores, not setting sail into the setting sun.
With his talented hands he tilled his sorrows into the swan ships and the wood works in the new city of Lindon. His anger and pain did not go away.
While labouring at the service of Cirdan the Shipwright, Galahadlas found a swan with a broken wing and helped it heal. There came and lingered a flock of these heavenly birds at the docks; and the elves loved and respected them. When the season changed, they flew away and were no more as their nature abode. Yet, the swans had left one behind who always followed them hidden from sight.
Empty and silent than ever were the docks.
Thus he heard a weeping sound and followed. There was but a weeping maid with crystal tears on her cheeks and hair like the deepest night. Yet two blue stars shined through the shadows her hair and he was under a sudden spell.
He leaned forward to the fair maiden to rub her cheeks with his white and steady hand. He saw in wonder that her cheeks were already watermarked by tears; as if water running through stone for many years and slightly incising its way. To his surprise Lindeledheriel smiled, like the coming of dawn after the longest night, and wept no more.
When they walked together on the shores of Lindon, all anger and pain fled from his heart like shadows flying before light. Their days were filled with newfound joy of which came a child fair and bright.
