Fáinu smirked when she mentioned his skill with a blade. He had learned to be quick while he rode forth with Ellodan and Elrohir. His mind had been filled with dark forebodings for too long now, it had seemed that Cree had put them at bay for a time.
"Fáinu, I would give you my heart if you only asked for it." said Cree leaning forward. Fáinu looked up at her and his face was grim.
"I cannot ask this of thee," he said, "I do not feel that I deserve it. I left you in Dale, I abandoned all, and they me. I feel, that all I have now is a destny to follow, and a will to use what wisdom I have, to for fill it." Cree began to weep; he knew that what he had said was not what she wished to hear. But he could not lie to her, not now after all that had happened.
"I am sorry Cree," he said, "Thou hath come hither, and found whom you sought. But I now see what Elrond meant in his words;
fáinu men, falócë rohta, elyë inde firin. Umbar valin elin mén. Utú i quácocolindo! Utú i quácocolindo!
Thou art the Crow bearer. But Elrond told me that if I found you, then I would know that an end is near. This dose not make me any less joyful to see you. For in my heart, I still love thee, but I cannot ask of you what you desire. I fear it would break our friendship, and I wish not for that."
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