Fáinu looked about the room. The silence was beginning to disturb him, Cree sat there staring into her mug. She seemed to be collecting her thoughts, although she seemed to be sad.
"Fáinu, you may think this an unexpected turn of fate," She said, "To me it is more so. I had only recently given up hope that you would be yet alive. Elrond said he did not think you were dead, but then other said that they had heard of the death of one named ifáinumen. I later found this to be a name carried by you. So, how much of a surprise do you think it is for me?"
Fáinu did not quite know how to react to this. Cree seemed to have yet another tear in her eye, she did not seemed to have been happy since she had found him. Fáinu tried to explain why she might have heard of his death.
"IFáinumen, the released one, is the name I took when I lodged with my brothers," he said, "When they threw me out one shot an arrow at me. I was hit in the shoulder from behind. I recovered; they perhaps thought I was dead. Or wished it. They were truly wicked. It seems their lies have done more harm than I thought."
He smiled at her and wiped her tears away with his handkerchief. He wished not for her to be saddened. He knew that since he departed form her, he had had brought hurt upon her. He wished to heal it, but knew he would only bring more in his attempts.
"Do not weep, Cree," he said once again," Thou hast shed more tears than are due. Be glad that thou hast found me alive, and not fallen into despair."
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