When she awoke again, she was faintly aware of a song being sung in a low, mumbled voice. It sounded very familiar. She sleepily realised it was the Nandorin lament she sang at the New Moon festival. How do the Elves of Imladris know the lays of the Nandor?

She opened her eyes and was shocked at what she saw.

Sitting by her bed, holding her hand, singing softly with a big grin on his face was Glorohtar.

'Glorohtar,' she whispered, 'what are you doing here?'

Glorohtar looked relieved. 'Farothwen, I'm so glad you're safe. When Lord Elrond told me of what happened to you, I was so scared you were...' Glorohtar trailed off, tears running unashamedly down his cheeks.

Farothwen was confused. 'You don't love me, why did you fear for my safety?'

'Oh, Farothwen...' Glorohtar looked hurt. 'What my father told you was an absolute lie. I love you with everything I have. I'm sorry that you doubted me.'

'No, I'm sorry I doubted you. I should have known and trusted you enough to know your father lied to me.' Tears welled in Farothwen's eyes.

Glorohtar kissed her forehead. 'I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you, I'm sorry this happened. I love you, Farothwen, I should have been there. I would never have let you suffer this hurt. Did he hurt you?'

Farothwen nodded. 'He struck me twice. But that's the least of my worries,' she said, holding up her bandaged hand to stroke Glorohtar's cheek.

'My love... my wife... do you forgive me?' Glorohtar asked.

'Of course I do. It was my fault. None of this was your making.' Glorohtar leant down and gently kissed Farothwen.

'What will happen to us now?' Farothwen whispered.

'I don't know, Farothwen. But do not think of such things now. All that matters is that you are safe, and that we are together. And nothing will ever keep us apart.' Glorohtar sighed. 'I shall have to ask Lord Elrond if I can stay here for the time being, until you are well. I'm sure we will figure something out.' Glorohtar smiled.