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Eglathor says, 'Indeed it is. Eregion seems closer in memory now. We both moved to this valley amongst others who followed Lord Elrond, but did not stay. Duty called for us elsewhere.'
You say, 'Eregion! That was a place I never saw. It seems folly now, but I thought -- for a while, after the Enemy was thrown down -- that there was so much time left to us.'
You say, 'Was it indeed very beautiful?'
Laernith remains silent, curiously looking between Eglathor and Lomerien.
Eglathor pauses, his eyes wandering as he reminsces. "It was. There was always something you could learn, every passing day."
Eglathor says, 'But now, I am not so certain if the ruins still stand. None of us dared look back that day.'
Laernith says, 'Our path has lead us towards Annúminas, we helped the rangers there against the forces of Darkness.'
You say, 'Yes... that is as I thought. It is better, perhaps, to hold a pleasant thing in the memory, than to be certain.'
Eglathor nods to his daughter's words, a faint smile on his face. "The Dúnedain are desperate. They'll appreciate any help they can get."
You say, 'I have heard of these Men. If they will aid us, then that is good.'
Laernith says, 'Among those we defeated, was one of the Witch King's chosen and helped the rangers reclaim Tyl Annûn.'
Eglathor says, 'For a time, at least. The evil always seems to advance as soon as forces are withdrawn.'
You say, 'A high and mighty deed that is! I wonder that there are any harpers left in this age worthy to sing of it.'
Eglathor says, 'I am sure there are more of us who yet remain. The sea always calls to us, but duty has a heavier weight.'
You say, 'Yes... duty. Of course.'
Laernith frowns, her eyes seem distant at the mention of the sea. A heavy burden she carries that goes unsaid.
Eglathor notices Laernith, frowning. "One day we will all board a ship sailing west, my dearest. But not until we are finished."
Eglathor says, 'There is still much to learn, much to do.'
Laernith slowly nods, not daring oppose her father, nor speak of her heart.
Lomerien seems to seek to turn the conversation to lighter matters. "Here, at least, there is something of the peace of the West! The Sun is very beautiful in these lands for which it was made. Are you not younger than it, Laernith?"
Laernith says, 'I've not seen the light of the trees.'
Eglathor says, 'Laernith was born under the sun. I have always promised her to return to the western shores, even if she has not beheld the trees.'
You say, 'I see. And you -- ah, the question is improper! Do you believe you will be welcomed?'
Eglathor says, 'When the time comes, we will see how things unfold. She is my daughter, after all.'
Eglathor says, 'I almost forgot my manners, young lady. I am Eglathor Nos Mithriloth of Gondolin.'
You say, 'Forgive me as well! It seemed so natural to speak like this. Those are noble names. I was once Lomerien, and for a time Mothil. I suppose I am now Lomerien again. If I have hailed from any city, I would like to think it is Nargothrond. Neither of our cities now stand, of course, so perhaps there is no purpose in it...'
Eglathor says, 'The memory of Beleriand is long gone. Both our cities have faded out of this world. Though, I still like to take pride in the name, as any of us should.'
You say, 'You speak well. It is a grief to me to think... all those jewels now beneath the waves...'
Lomerien hears her own words and is displeased by them.
Eglathor says, 'I would not despair at the thought, Lomerien. The glory yet remains as long as we endure. Think of all the other jewels of the world that now lie under the sea or beneath the earth.'
Eglathor says, 'Not the kingdoms of Men, Dwarves, or even the Silmarils could change their fate. Some things are simply not meant to last.'
Laernith says, 'That memory will forever fuel our strength as we carry on.'
You say, 'What you say is well said -- rightly, perhaps. I know, of course, that all things have their dooms, and yet I have ever been loath to accept them. Were I a Man, I believe, I would have rejected the gift of mortality as did... ah, but these too are dark thoughts! I shall try to think as you do.'
Laernith remains silent as the conversation carries on, yet she maintains a smile, a hopeful one that brings light, despite the despair in her heart.
Eglathor says, 'I have always been at a wonder when it comes to Men. We are to face the ages of the world with enough time to perfect our crafts and build the marvels of this world. And yet... they do it in so little time. Over and over again. Always rising from the rubble.'
Eglathor says, 'Were they not so short-lived, we would have had much to learn from them.'
You say, 'Oh, yes! My lord Finrod... no, I will not speak of him. But what you say is right. The nature of their gift is unclear to me -- as is much that has taken place at the world's roots -- but I feel that it must all be for some higher purpose, some greater good...'
You say, 'And you have never lived in a world without them, Laernith! How I marvel at that!'
Eglathor says, 'They're a merry folk. Easy to befriend, much easier to lose. Though, they do make us both wonder.'
Laernith says, 'They are a brief flame in a long night. Beautiful, but easily snuffed out. Best to keep one's distance, until one day you realize their light was warmed you.'
Eglathor looks down at Laernith with a faint smile. "They are the focus of your studies here, are they not?"
You say, 'Oh? I would hear of these, if so!'
Eglathor sets down his harp by the table behind them.
Laernith says, 'The Kingdom of Arnor was vast once. Three times the size of Gondor, and far older than most men remember.'
Laernith says, 'It is my main focus in my studies these days.'
Laernith says, 'It split into Arthedain, Cardolan, and Rhudaur… and in that division, it withered. They say Fornost once glittered like a mirror in the sun, and now it lies empty, its stones picked apart by wind and crow. Even their great Watchtower, Amon Sûl, could not stand against the Witch-king’s shadow. The fall was not sudden. It was slowly unraveled, thread by thread.'
Laernith says, 'Until nothing of their realm was left but dust.'
You say, 'As with more realms, I would think, than most Men could say, and perhaps even you or I.'
Laernith says, 'They rise and fall, just like their mortal lifes.'
Eglathor says, 'And yet... their kingdoms endure even when their rulers die so soon.'
Eglathor says, 'Both a blessing and a curse, I would say. Their dynastic inheritance is what kept Arnor intact for all those years, and it was also the reason the kingdom was split into three realms.'
You say, 'That, I believe, is one thing our own rulers never grasped! How quickly our kingdoms fell without their kings, how the flower of Doriath withered on the breeze!'
You say, 'I would have you speak of this more, for it is not well known to me, though I must have walked those lands in those days... the Second Age, for me, was... well, it does not do to speak of it.'
Eglathor says, 'Laernith would know more of the Kingdoms of Man. My studies are of older... much older figures. Maglor and Celebrimbor.'
Lomerien seems deeply disturbed to hear the names, though she says nothing.
Eglathor says, 'Did you know he played the harp as well? Maglor, that is.'
Laernith says, 'Really, father?'
Eglathor nods a few times. "Though, not as pleasant as you'd think. By the end he only ever strung his harp in regret, or so they say."
You say, 'Ah, yes, I... yes. It was very beautiful.'
You say, 'So they say.'
Laernith looks down at her feet, almost as if she's fearing the same end, then she glances at Lomerien as she speaks.
Laernith says, 'Arnor was the Northern Kingdom of the Dúnedain, founded by Elendil himself after the Downfall of Númenor.'
Lomerien looks relieved to be hearing of Men again.
Laernith smiles, growing more passionate as she adds: "Its capital, Annúminas, lay by the shores of Lake Nenuial, where the kings ruled under a banner of seven stars."
Laernith says, 'Yet the Kingdom did not fall in battle, it crumbled from within. After the death of Eärendur, the tenth king, his sons quarreled over the throne, and Arnor was split into three.'
Laernith says, 'Arthedain, Cardolan, and Rhudaur. Rhudaur fell to shadow swiftly, ruled by men in league with Angmar’s Witch-king, while Cardolan was bled dry by war and plague. Only Arthedain endured the longest, yet even it fell when Angmar marched on Fornost.'
You say, 'And so none of the sons profited by his victory, I suppose. How strangely at times they act...'
Eglathor says, 'They're as greedy as Dwarves sometimes.'
Eglathor says, 'And sometimes... more.'
Laernith says, 'They say the last king, Arvedui, fled into the Forochel ice, trusting the Lossoth for shelter. But winter claimed him, and with him the last crown of the North. The land today is scattered ruins. Annúminas is silent, Fornost is haunted, and the roads are watched only by the few Rangers that remain.'
You say, 'And these are the Rangers of which you spoke! I see it now. You are well-studied, even though the tidings are sad.'
Laernith says, 'Yet the line of Kings still live. Have you met that Dúnedain Ranger staying at the guest house? His name is Aragorn.'
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You say, 'I have not, though Lord Elrond spoke to me a little of this. Regarding... what it would be good and ill to do. Whatever doom is on me, I will not entangle the last hope of these kings of Men therein!'
You say, 'Though I cannot help but wonder, were he restored to the throne, whether he would not himself have three sons, and all begin anew...'
Laernith says, 'It is a never ending cycle for these men- But what doom you speak of, Lomerien?'
Eglathor says, 'First they would need something to rule. All their Kingdoms lie in ruin, save Gondor.'
You say, 'Ah, forgive me. I did say I sought not to speak of dark things! Your father has an idea, perhaps, and thinks me foolish for dissembling. I am sure it is of no great importance to these matters.'
You say, 'Of course, there can be no quarreling if there is nothing over which to quarrel! An elegant solution.'
Eglathor says, 'Please, do speak your mind. It has been a while since I have heard someone else's words on such matters.'
Laernith thinks for a moment.
Laernith sits down.
You say, 'Well -- only that I am unsure of my welcome into the West, when that time comes, by both the Powers, pressingly, and... others. And that deeds were done in the darkness of the First Age which are, perhaps, small now, as the years run, and evil grows amongst things... but in those days were very great, when we had first heard of death. And I will speak little more on it.'
You say, 'This is too pleasant a place to darken with more than that!'
Eglathor says, 'Hence why I said we will wait for it when the time comes. Sooner or later this Middle-Earth will be filled with Kingdoms of Men.'
Eglathor says, 'It would not be wise to think the Valar would leave us here to fade out of memory and existence. Down to the last one of us, one day, we will have to return.'
Eglathor looks down at Laernith. "Even those of us who have not seen it."
Eglathor says, '...And even those of us who are no longer welcome.'
Laernith looks up at Eglathor and smiles at him, she glances at Lomerien and flashes her the same hopeful smile as she bobs her head a couple of times. "One day..."
You say, 'I cannot say whether it is hope in your words. Were I to say them, it would be dread! But you need not concern yourself with me. I know I will return, and face whatever must be faced. Until that day, there is work that must be done here. The two of you, I surmise, understand that as well.'
You say, 'Though my task is perhaps... well, frivolous.'
Eglathor grins at Lomerien. "Studying statues?"
You say, 'Ha! Yes, that as well. I have been trying, actually, to study stories. Things of Men, folktales of little import. It is silly, but they are going to be... well, a gift.'
Laernith says, 'A gift! To who, Lady Lomerien? Perhaps we could assist each other in these studies.'
Eglathor says, 'Ah, yes. Laernith would know more about the mortal kingdoms.'
You say, 'I had not thought of it! Yes, I am sure we could be of service to one another. You have not met, I suppose, the one of whom I speak. He was a friend of Men, and I -- among others -- did him great wrong. If he has not changed overmuch, then it will please him to hear of little things, and that will be my apology. Perhaps there are folktales of Arnor you know?'
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Eglathor raises his eyebrows, intrigued. He does not speak, however, and goes to pick up his harp once again, letting the two converse.
Laernith says, 'Many tales linger! I have one I just read recently of King Arvedui, last of Arthedain.'
You say, 'That is a good name. There is less foresight amongst Men, perhaps, but enough.'
You say, 'I would hear this tale.'
Laernith says, 'It speaks of a hidden treasure in the Barrow-downs, guarded by fell spirits raised by the Witch King of Angmar, his shadow still lingers over Fornost. But most are half-remembred now, carried only by wandering Dúnedain.'
Laernith says, 'But there's more, Lady Lomerien!'
You say, 'Oh, indeed!'
Laernith says, 'It is called The Lantern of Tîrbarad.'
Lomerien seems delighted at Laernith's eagerness, as though one indulging a favoured grandchild.
Laernith says, 'Long ago, in the watchtower of Tîrbarad upon the north Downs, a lone ranger kept vigil while his kin rode to war. Before leaving, his betrothed gifted him a lantern, vowing to return before its flame died.'
Laernith says, 'But winter storms cut the roads, and foes swarmed the hills. The ranger was never relieved. When the war was lost and the land fell silent, travelers claimed they saw a light still burning in the tower, guiding lost wanderers to safety.'
Laernith says, 'Even now, on the blackest nights, some swear the Lantern of Tîrbarad gleams on the horizon, though the tower is long fallen to ruin.'
You say, 'And have you sought it out, this Lantern, in your studies?'
Laernith says, 'I studied it only on paper, but I never travelled there- yet at least.'
Laernith says, 'Our path kept leading us North, before we made it back to Imladris to share what we know with Lord Elrond.'
You say, 'If the lands are as you say, perhaps it is indeed unsafe to travel. Yet if there is any that may ascertain the truth in the fable, I am certain that she stands before me!'
You say, 'It was indeed a good tale. Thank you. A lonely, lost love, beyond even death... Yes, I am sure it will please him.'
Laernith says, 'Perhaps one day we can travel there, Lady Lomerien, to see the light of Tîrbarad, see if the tales are true.'
You say, 'That would be a good day!'
Laernith looks back at Eglathor. "Father, did you hear that? Lady Lomerien would join us if our path leads us to Tîrbarad one day!"
Eglathor says, 'That would be wonderful. Let us hope the road to there is safe.'
You say, 'It would be a shame, after all, to leave these lands knowing there is more that might have been seen.'
Eglathor says, 'Though, I cannot help but wonder, Lomerien. That friend you speak of, where is he?'
You say, 'If the Valar are good, even now he feasts and rests on the Lonely Isle, and knows no torment. I fear there is little more I can say.'
Eglathor says, 'The Lonely Isle...'
Eglathor says, 'So you do plan to sail west one day.'
You say, 'It is as I have said -- though I do not share your hope, I will go one day to face judgement. I have seen that it is far worse to seek to avoid it!'
You say, 'Perhaps, when we have seen this lantern, we shall all alight upon the same ship.'
Eglathor says, 'Perhaps we could. It can't be all that bad that has happen that would bar you from sailing west, can it?'
Laernith clasps her hands together, and her smile grows brighter. "Oh Lomerien, yes!" She says, filled with hope in her newly found friend.
You say, 'Again, how hopeful you are! They are very dark things. But if all can be renewed, then even I, perhaps...'
You say, 'Yet there are those that have died in these lands that I am sure I will not see again.'
Eglathor says, 'If the odds are good, you may yet see them again.'
Eglathor says, 'After all, we have seen Lord Glorfindel. An exception as it might be, it does prove that we know little of what lies beyond.'
You say, 'I have passed him in the halls here, though... we have not spoken. I suppose I am uneasy. A foolish thought!'
You say, 'If he lives, and has walked the shores of Aman, then he might know...'
Eglathor says, 'He does not speak much. After the war in the north, he's mostly kept to himself, I have noticed.'
You say, 'Certainly not the actions of one who has returned to mete out the wrath of the Powers on those that have displeased them! As I say, my thoughts are baseless.'
Eglathor says, 'If his journey is an indicator to anything, it is something to be hopeful for. Those we lost, well, they'll either come back one day, or we will go to them. Where or when, we do not know.'
You say, 'Yes, your hope indeed humbles me.'
Eglathor says, 'It is not merely hope. I would say this goes back to trust, mostly. Trusting that my actions in the present are enough to overshadow those in the past. We were younger then. We did not know.'
You say, 'Young... yes. Very young. How strange it is now to think on...'
Eglathor says, 'Much better to think forward, is it not? There is a lantern to be found, stories to be shared.'
Eglathor says, 'And more stories to study.'
You say, 'Indeed, a much better thing than to live in memory! There is much good that can be done here, however it all began.'
You say, 'But I did not intend to keep you from your music, and you, Laernith, from your lore. Forgive me my long speech. I talk to few, even amongst our people. I suppose I am... afraid. How silly.'
Eglathor says, 'Oh, I have all the time for music. It never ends. What's there to be afraid of here, Lomerien?'
Laernith says, 'There's nothing to be afraid of, Lomerien. I am always happy to meet more of my kin, let alone those interested in my studies.'
Laernith pauses, looking between Eglathor and Lomerien, intrigued by Eglathor's question.
You say, 'Nothing, only... I was uncertain even of Lord Elrond's welcome, though I suppose there are few he would turn from his door. It is as I have told you -- the past is very alive to me, and at times realer, perhaps, than that which I see! We had never met before this, and yet I still expected... well, there is no sense in it. Nothing to be afraid of. As you say.'
Eglathor shrugs his shoulders, looking about the hall. "The only ones I know to have been turned away from here are... well, they are few. Some of which have been involved in Fëanor's folly. But that is all there is to it."
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You say, 'Ah. Well. Yes. That is... to be expected.'
Eglathor says, 'I suppose you have been uninvolved in much of that, as is the case with me.'
Lomerien grows increasingly discomforted.
You say, 'Well, that is to say -- none were wholly uninvolved, in those days!'
Eglathor says, 'In the sense that we all had to pick a side, one way or another? Yes.'
Eglathor says, 'But when it came to raising the sword against one another, then comes the question of involvement.'
Eglathor says, 'I chose the shield.'
Laernith remains silent, not having much to say on such folly as she was not yet around for it.
You say, 'That was very well done, then. I know many who were not so principled... who chose, perhaps, cleaving to lord and kin than to that which they thought in their hearts. Fools, perhaps.'
Eglathor says, 'Fools indeed. They've all paid for it, one way or another.'
You say, 'Yes. That, at least, they have.'
You say, 'Ah -- how quickly we again turn to the past! There cannot be any profit by it. Will you not tell me of your deeds amongst these Men, before seeking Imladris?'
Lomerien seems desperate to change the subject.
Eglathor grins, nodding his head at Lomerien. "Of course. Laernith and I were in Bree, for a time. But we were pressured to venture further north, to the old capital by the lake."
You say, 'Pressured? Whose judgement do you follow in these things?'
Eglathor says, 'Desperation. We both hate to watch others suffer without aid.'
You say, 'The demands of your hearts are noble, then.'
Eglathor says, 'So we went north. Went in with a small band of rangers into the city to put down a sorcerer. The city should be safe, for a time.'
Eglathor says, 'Even if it lies in ruin. Still, it is fortified, and could be used for good or ill.'
Laernith says, 'We even met elves in there, with an Ent! We aided them against the wild men and stone giants.'
Eglathor says, 'It is mostly Laernith that drives me. Were it up to me, I would be someplace else. But she carries it in her heart to help those who can, and I shield her while she does so.'
You say, 'It is well, then, that you are together, and that neither is left to seek to do good unaided.'
You say, 'And these tidings cheer me -- it is good that evil is uprooted, wheresoever it sprouts!'
Laernith says, 'It is good to finally be among other elves in Imladris after such long journey. I can feel peace in my heart at last.'
Eglathor says, 'I cannot think of a better place to rest, after all this time. Coming here was a beacon of hope for both of us.'
You say, 'It is very different, to be amongst one's own people, is it not? I once thought there could no longer be places like this.'
Eglathor says, 'I suppose that is because there aren't.'
Eglathor says, 'The last homely house, they call it.'
Eglathor says, 'And indeed it is.'
You say, '... I do not know what would be worse, for these fine halls to be left to ruin, or to be turned to other purposes in our absence and forget their nature.'
Eglathor says, 'Perhaps the Dúnedain could make use of it. If there is any good quality to them, it's their memory.'
Eglathor says, 'They keep records of everything and everyone, as Laernith has told me.'
You say, 'That would be a fine thing -- if that king of which we spoke before is restored to whichever lands are his...'
Eglathor says, 'Though I doubt that will happen any time soon. For as long as Lord Elrond keeps this house, it will keep standing, and we will always be here.'
You say, 'Just as it is folly to dwell on the past, perhaps, it is foolish to dwell on the future, when there is so much life to live!'
Laernith says, 'Indeed, Lomerien! We carry the worry of ages and what's to come, we often forget to live in the day. Such is our burden sometimes.'
Eglathor says, 'Do as we did in Eregion. Every day there is something new to learn, something new to be taught. A craft to master, a skill to excel at.'
Eglathor says, 'That was how it came to be a city of wonders, and how we can make more and better things in the days to come.'
Lomerien looks on the statue of Celebrimbor, and something passes over her gaze that is difficult to name.
You say, 'It is good counsel, Eglathor. I shall do as you say.'
Laernith follows Lomerien's gaze then back to Eglathor. She could not read Lomerien's expression, or what it means at least.
Eglathor follows Lomerien's gaze to the statue, then back at her. "He was a good example. I would recommend making a list of stories you want to learn, places you would like to visit. Have someone to accompany you on those journeys. It always helps."
Laernith begins dancing!
You say, 'I have been without a companion for... such things are easily forgotten.'
Eglathor says, 'Have you not thought to find one?'
Mornaith says, 'Pardon me, may I interject for just a brief moment?'
Eglathor looks at Mornaith and nods with a faint smile. "But of course."
You say, 'Welcome, friend.'
Laernith looks at Mornaith and flashes her a brief smile.
Mornaith turns to look to Eglathor
Mornaith says, 'I overheard some of your conversation earlier, about... picking sides, and a certain elf whose name I will not sully my tongue with.'
Eglathor abruptly stops playing the harp, setting it down.
Eglathor says, 'Indeed?'
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Lomerien busies herself with the long-forgotten scroll in her grasp.
Laernith looks at Lomerien, gauging her reaction before looking back at Monraith.
Lomerien seems to be finding whatever is written there very interesting.
Mornaith says, 'And, well, I merely wished to offer my appreciation for hearing your words. I lost loved ones to the swords of the Kinslayers.'
Mornaith says, 'It is good to see that like-minded brethren still walk these lands.'
Laernith frowns, even if she was not there for it, the thought of kinslaying weights heavily on her heart.
Eglathor says, 'It has been... difficult for us all. I can only ever be thankful that my daughter was not there to witness it.'
Lomerien seems to be looking anywhere but at Mornaith. The carvings on the ceiling are apparently enthralling.
Mornaith says, '"And may she never have to witness anything its like.'
Laernith glances sideways at Lomerien.
Mornaith nods a curt greeting to all, and turns to depart
Eglathor says, 'I can only hope. The days grow darker, but our hearts keep a flame kindled in those times.'
Eglathor bows his head to Mornaith.
Mornaith says, 'Indeed. Stay safe, friends.'
Laernith gives Mornaith a polite curtsey.
Eglathor bows deeply.
Mornaith bows deeply.
Laernith says, 'Namárië'
Lomerien bows her head as Mornaith departs, and her expression cannot be seen.
Eglathor turns back to the duo, then at Lomerien. "Odd scroll you carry."
You say, 'Is it? Yes, I suppose it is old... I thought to seek out a friend -- well, not so close -- amongst Elrond's folk, but it seems that he is not here... This is his -- I seek to return it, several thousand years late!'
Lomerien seems relieved to talk of something so mundane.
Eglathor says, 'He's lost it?'
You say, 'Only to me! It is nothing significant. I borrowed it from him to read one night, and that was in Nargothrond. The next day... well. In any case, I have kept it all these years, uncertain of why, and now I hear he lives.'
Eglathor says, 'Perhaps we can help find him?'
You say, 'I am to begin in Meluinen, if you know that place.'
Eglathor says, 'Around Deadman's Dike, is it?'
You say, 'It may well be! I have found a map, but not yet studied it. The lands are not known to me.'
Eglathor says, 'Look for a river on the map, follow it to the falls. That can be where to start.'
Eglathor says, 'If we ever pass by there any time soon, I would be sure to look as well.'
Eglathor says, '...Or, even better, we could all go. All three of us.'
You say, 'Ah... I would not keep you from great deeds overlong! But if you were to journey thence, I could do no better than accompany you.'
Eglathor says, 'It is settled, then. We shall go there, once we are done resting here.'
Eglathor says, 'We have only arrived yesterday. I believe it would do us well to linger for some time.'
You say, 'If he is there... I am told he departed in the company of Gildor, who was ever his friend, so I see no reason why he should be anywhere else. It may be a strange meeting, but better, I think, in the doing. For long years I have avoided doing that which might go well for me, in the fear of its going ill.'
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You say, 'That is good counsel! I beg of you, rest as long as is needed. I shall not disappear, nor my errand.'
Eglathor says, 'Have no fear. We will see it with you to the end.'
You say, 'I may retire, then. I have much to think on ere this is done.'
You say, 'What good can come from a chance meeting! I feel that I have met fine friends in you both.'
Eglathor says, 'Indeed. Laernith and I will be resting as well. Until our next meeting!'
You say, 'May the Valar keep you, my friends.'
Eglathor bows deeply before Lomerien.
Laernith gives Lomerien a polite curtsey.
Laernith says, 'Until we meet again, Lomerien.'
You bow deeply before Eglathor.
You bow deeply before Laernith.
Laernith gives Lomerien a polite curtsey.
Lomerien takes a final glance at the statues before she departs, though it is now less troubled.