''Long have I loathed your folk, for the hate of Men for the lords of the woods run deeply. Yet, these tears that wet my cheeks are a mystery to thee. Seeing what I had lost, the maiden spoke to me this way: ''Mine heart is made to grieve at thy tale, so grim is it to mine ears. In that moment, I lost my fear and anger of the Gaiad. Bright tears wet her white cheeks as she heard it. I succumbed to bitter weeping again for a third time before revealing to the maiden my sad tale of how my family was slain. I would know what made thee commit such villainy when my sister was but a stranger to thee and had not done thee hurt. ''Because I perceive that thou art no villain, but rather misguided in thine actions. 'Why would you subject yourself to the cruelty of the man who fell your sister and claim to want to help him?'' Alas, they may have done so, but for the sharp bite of thy cruel sword.'' Therefore, he sent his rangers to retrieve her. My father was made to despair by her self-imposed exile and did not suffer her parting. So she flew from Lest'elohan, my fair kingdom, to seek her Elf-lover in his domain. ''But Kirðral could not bear my father's harsh speech or mine own, for ever did we harry her to bitter tears. I, who should have consoled her, only drove the stake further into her heart with more unkind words. Hence, she wept long tears for many days. Unwed and unloved by our people she was and without honour. So my father grew wroth when he was made ware that she was with child. Alas, my sister, Kirðral, had given herself to an Elf-lord, my father's own enemy. But I must, if thou art to fathom my words. For unharmed would she yet be had I not affronted her.
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