"Lynsyrien, I don't want you to go..." Maeflower whispered weakly, holding fast to the elven maid's long white fingers.
"What shall I do?" The latter replied, smiling softly as she swept the hair from the former's fevered brow. "Shall I send them off into unknown lands without aid?"
Tears rolled down Maeflower's hot red cheeks. "No," said she, with a broken sob. "But I don't want to be alone again."
"Gentle spirit," The elven maid whispered. "He will come to watch over you."
Then she leaned down and pressed her cold lips to the hobbit's forehead and whispered quieter still, "You need only say my name..."
