Sorrow

Ash closed the door behind her and leaned back against it. Fortunately, Elgerin was still asleep at this time. The morning was still quite young.

Ídhror had gone to bed, leaving Ashwyneth's father to "think over the decision". 
It was pointless, as he'd already decided.
Ash had left many years ago, so he gained nothing from her. But if he gave her to this wealthy Gondorian, Ídhror, then he would gain much from this bargain.

It was one of the very rare times where nobody was about to fuss over Ash. She was finally alone in her infirmary. She took her crutches and hopped outside, to the edge of the small pond in her back yard. She carefully lowered herself to the ground and set the crutches aside, then took her necklace from her neck carefully. She held it in both hands, cradling it lovingly. She remembered when he had given it to her.

Lissilana Hastick had been wandering about the Chetwood since she'd caught wind of Owena's whereabouts, and what had gone on in her absence in Bree. She had no companion with her, as she had not the time to lose in preparations. She'd gotten what she could ready, then set off in search of her beloved friend.

Come, live in the wild, live a life for the tame

‘Tis safer for a child, or family out of name

The girl paused her writing as the anger had taken over her heart again. A tear had dropped on the page and spread the ink. She quickly placed away her quill, for she feared that she would snap it in half, and got up from the chair. She looked around in her tiny room for a moment before she walked to a window and looked outside.

The question is why? Why would he do this to me? My beloved, my dear beloved.

Was I not beautiful in his eyes?  It would seem I was naive, in thinking I was his only maiden.

Yet is that not what marriage is? To  bind to one soul, and one soul alone?

Ariana.. my little girl, my sweet little girl.

What your Father has put you through as well.

If I had known he would not be fit to raise you then... then I would have left him awhile ago.

What will I do now?

Strength and hope are fading.

Sorrow. Woe and Sorrow. I did not know how to respond once I heard the news that Vardarianna had been captured.
"WHAT?!" I yelled, my voice carrying over the passages of Tâl Bruinen, I shook my head in anger, "B-but how?!"
Minyelaire did not respond, instead staring at me, intently yet...-
A sight which I was never prepared for took hold of my thoughts. In Horror and shock, I watched, as the proud Kinn-lai Huntress folded herself in defeat before me, sobbing hysterically, vulnerable, exposed, and defeated.