Aeron shifted uncomfortably at the words of the elf. They had been said with quiet regret -- as if the elf knew that something very ill had happened when one had sworn such an oath...
He looked at Gwyllion, his unease at the words of the elf momentarily forgotten. The snow was making a white coverlet for her...stepping forward he said, "I thank you all for your kind words..." he stopped, wondering what to say. It would be bad form to tell them how much he still hurt inside, how much he missed her. How he wished that she was immortal like the elves...then remembering that even an elf would have died in her situation. He sighed and concluded, "I think that Mellonin blames herself too much."
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