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“Ónen i-Estel Edain, ú-chebin estel anim.”
So it is written on her marker, at her green grave, where Lady Gilraen lies buried.
In winter, a carpet of niphredil coats the mound.
She gave Hope to the Dunedain, indeed. He has kept that hope alive.
When he is able, the King of the Reunited Kingdom journeys to the Angle, kneeling before her marker.
“Come, Celebriel, Eldarion, Gilwen.” He catches his Little Star in his arms, carrying the child to the grave. “Come, meet your daernana.”
Gilwen kneels on the grave, gathering fistfuls of white blossoms. “Daernana has a beautiful blanket, Ada.”