[Imladris]

Lira smiled at him gently, hoping to raise him out of his evident despondancy and said, "Reynion, you need not crave parden from me. I was born in Greenwood, but I travelled often to other elven lands, especially Lothlorien. The Elves there tought me much: herblore, tracking, but they mostly told me their history. I was at Rivendell when the Nine Companions set out and shortly after that I journeyed back to Mirkwood. All was dark when I returned and fear and sadness had settled over our fair realm. Then the attacks came and many fell. After the War, I came to Ithilien, for Prince Legolas had a colony there. I was going to go to the Grey Havens, but I decided to tarry here instead."

Lira glanced at Reynion. He was sad...most elves were sad these days. A dark tale and grievous times haunted their memories. She wondered why those Elves did not leave for the Valinor where maybe their grief would be somewhat appeased.