He asks for information on the sad maiden but learns naught from the Warden. So he calls to him a Halfling, not unlike those he has met, and learns more than the hobbit tells.
She has a sad tale, the lady, chained down by duty and gender and love not returned.
He spends his night thinking of her, golden strands replacing phantom flames that flicker in his dreams. And when he sees her in the morning light, clad in white his heart is filled with peace unknown before.
They waste away the hours together, in silence and in speech, content with the others companybut still restless, minds often straying to the forsaken lands.
One day as they stand on the walls he tells her that she had done her part in the war.
She turns to him and whispers that she knows.