Far away from the White Horse, in a room in the White City, a woman turned restlessly in her sleep. She saw Bethberry, wandering and weeping in the Old Forest, and followed her, but no matter how fast she walked, she could not reach her. Finally she stopped, and as she followed no more, Bethberry also stopped and turned to face her.
"Take comfort," she called, "Goldberry's song is not lost. Stand still and listen - it echoes in the Forest."
Suddenly she stood beside her and clasped her hands. "Our friend once said, 'I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.' Weep for what is lost, yet keep the song in memory. Perhaps one day you shall write it so that all may share that memory with you."
With a start, the woman awoke in the dark familiarity of her room, her cheeks wet with tears...
[ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: Estelyn Telcontar ]
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'Mercy!' cried Gandalf. 'If the giving of information is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness, I shall spend all the rest of my days in answering you. What more do you want to know?' 'The whole history of Middle-earth.. .'
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