Heavy with the trauma of her deception about her brother, Lindeledhriel fell into sorrow and grief once again. She was not rejecting the attempts of the healers for she stil had hope, yet her soul was sickened and weary of sorrow. She stayed in bed, waiting to recover. Hearts of Rildheldiel and Galahadlas shared her sorrow, yet they bore the blue light of the followers of Fingon and they despaired less. Galahadlas wanted to ride forth and seek for Lindeledhriel’s brother but he always knew that he was bound to the banners of his House and the Hammer.
Rildheldiel, just a fair maid of song, dance and needle was in love with Elloen of Eregion. Her happiness and joy was the oly relief to Lindeledhriel’s grief. Elloen was a survivor of Eregion and he had spent his long years in the Library of Elrond. He easily draw maps and knew the paths that led to Lorien and back. Elloen’s beloved cousin Elvealin had just arrived from the Golden Wood and she was an esteemed lady. All the signs showed that there was a possiblity for Rildheldiel to travel to Lothlorien and seek for the long lost elven knight.
Galahadlas loved his daughter dearly and trusted Elloen. However, he would not leave her to venture into the wild of Eregion or Moria. Yet the maiden said:
“Am I not your daughter, ada ? Am I not of the blood of the Noldor who defended this Earth from the darkness ? Am I not of the people of Fingolfin ? With your permission, father, let the blade pass to me. Let me hold the steel and rise it high, defend myself against the darkness and evil that lies between me and that of my kin.”
Galahadlas was a mighty warrior; a knight of honour and wise in the ways of the Noldor. He, despite his over-protective manners, could see the blue aura of Fingolfin in her eyes. Yet, he put a condition: the maid would be allowed to journey to Lothlorien as long as the Lords of the House saw that fit.
Thus he took counsel of the Lord Veryacano. Two warriors sat and exchanged counsel in the Hall of Fire. The lord granted that the maid would receive proper training before she leaves Imladris.
Leaving the Hall, Galahadlas’ heart was heavy, yet, he was proud.
