The tragedy has begun, and much more is in store!
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Upon returning to Minas Tirith, the couple found Wynduin in a terrible condition. She had been taken to the Houses of Healing, but nothing the nurses could do for her would help. Wyniel spent many nights crying beside her bed, while Wynduin insisted that it was perfectly natural, and about time, too.
"You have a good husband, and he cares for you more than anyone has ever cared for their wife before. You do not need me anymore, Wyniel. You are a beautiful grown woman, and you will do well." Wynduin kissed her daughter's forehead and lay down heavily. "Do not weep for long, my child, there are others yet still alive and yearning for your happiness. Give me a smile before I go." Wynduin pleaded.
Her daughter tried, but fell to crying even harder.
"I'm not yet 20, mother! I'm too young to lose you." Wyniel instantly felt ashamed. Boromir and Faramir seen their mother die long before, when they were hardly in school.
Wynduin said nothing, knowing what her daughter had realized.
"It is not the end, though. In the next life, we will meet again, yes?" Wyniel asked through broken sobs.
"I'll be waiting." Wynduin whispered. Wyniel smiled with wet cheeks, as did her mother, and Wynduin - as her daughter knew her - passed onto another life.