Ada,

Today I had to go to a meeting with an elf transferring rooms. I rose early, kissing Tauriel's forehead before quickly tugging on my leggings and throwing a tunic over my shoulders. I did not have time to go to the dining halls for a morning meal.

I hurried through the halls, trying to find her room. When I finally got there, Cevenor answered the door. " Mae govannen, Lindir. Faervel is waiting." He said, and I blinked once, realizing that she was his sister. I followed Cevenor into the room, and sat down on the chair where he ushered me.

The first thing I noticed was her name. Faervel, my Naneth's name. I knew that Cevenor had seen my mother fall, but I did not know that his sister was named after a warrior. Faervel was nothing like Naneth. She was not a warrior, nor did she know of whom she was named for.

Her hair fell to her hips, dark brown waves covering her dress. I looked up into her eyes, and they were a honey color. But they were dull. Of course I saw kindness in them, and to others, she was beautiful, but the only thing I could concentrate on her eyes. She had never saved a life.

I got over her eyes quickly and smiled. "Faervel, what type of room would you like?" "My husband and I are bonded to each other, and we would like to live in our own room. Preferably small with one window." I forced a smile, appalled at the thought of a room of stone. "Follow me." I said, sounding strangled. I did not really care.

When the treacherous meeting was over, I returned to Tauriel and I's room, and I saw her lying on the bed, still in her nightclothes. She was on my side, no blanket covering her. She was whispering quietly, smiling. The corners of my lips curled up at the sight of her.

I walked over to her, sitting on the edge of the bed, placing my hand gently on her stomach. "Meleth, are you talking to Gilwen?" She blushed, and turned her head, kissing me quickly. "Yes." I laughed. "Is she happy?" I asked, knowing what her answer would be. "Lindir! I do not know, she is not even born yet!" "It is alright, Meleth. She is still our Starlight."

She smiled at that. "Our Starlight."

Boe I'waen,

Lindir