Ch. 4 - Amidst the Flowers

Grief. The word he had flung at her so long ago hung in the air over the funeral bier as incense wrapped around her heart. Ada had said it would be thus. Bitter were his words spoken so long ago, and bitter now they rang again as if just spoken.

Cerin Amroth beckoned, where first they met, kin and yet not. Once, she walked in that fair land, covered with elanor and niphredil. Now, overborne by grief profound, she found herself marked for doom as was Lúthien Tinúviel. She laid herself down amidst the fragrant flowers and woke no more.