Themodir

Upon her return to Imladris, Lilleduil had taken a long, hot bath, calling for hot water twice instead of using magic to heat it, as that warmth had to come from somewhere and the point had been to warm herself up.  She’d left armor and sword with the armor smiths and weapon smiths, to be cleaned and mended and properly polished.  Thendryt, when he returned, could take a look at her staff-the Man was an accomplished woodworker.  Finally drifting upstairs to her bedroom, Lilleduil found herself not inclined to sleep.  The sun was still up and despite the weariness c

The note is scribbled in haste, but the writer has clearly taken some pains to be neat.

Híril Elisbeth,

I walked on the road away from Last Homely House, and my feet started to climb a small hill, or rather towards a cairn, the cairn of Themodir. Elvealin has told me what had happened in his funeral, and I wanted to pay my own respects.

”Dear Manadhlaer,

Brasseniel studied the snowflakes that fell into her open palm, shining white against the black leather glove only for an instant before they melted in the warmth of her breath. 

The handwriting is scratchy and shaky, but fully readable, with no possible mistake in the words of the letter.

My dear oath-sister,

The eagle batted its golden eye and looked accusingly at him, as if it was Parnard's fault that it was so cold, and he was so far from the Valley, and so tired from roaming all night searching for him.

His left hand wavered in the air in front of the sharp beak as his right hand crept forward to remove the small scroll tied to its leg.

"Confounded bird!" he cried out, as the eagle nipped at him again and again, and struck him full in the face with its wing.

The wind was particularly strong that morning, even for the plains of green Tumladen where the wind was ever strong. Impassable mountains were encircling green Tumladen. A massive rock was laying in the middle of the plain where elves once rejoiced to have it found, and the fair Gondolin was standing like a jewel on the hidden rock. The greatest of all city that was ever built in Middle-earth.

Norliriel, the healer in the party who bore Themodir home to Imladris for the last time, was distraught. Upon entering Manadhlaer's chambers -- Manadhlaer, wife of Themodir, who had married a dying Elf-knight as he lay on the path before the Last Homely House; who had become bride and widow in almost the same breath, as Themodir used the last of his to tell his new wife that he had always loved her -- she almost skidded to a halt.