[Her laughter is a light, almost bubbling sound but it catches as it leaves her throat, hitches around the freshest of her grief. The Wizard? There were precious few left and, among them, it was easier to envision Mithrandir, arisen from death, than Radagast stepping onto a ship. The whole of her shakes with her laughter and, after a few moments, she realizes she is all but sobbing into Thanduil's shoulder.]

He fell--[She explains, at first in Quenya but then in Sindarin as she catches herself. Her joy is overwhelming but it is impossible to hide the tears in her voice or on her face. She makes no attempt to.]--he was taken by a Balrog in the mines below the Misty Mountains.

And he lives.

[Eventually, she releases him, but the whole of her is taken by a boneless, weary ease. She hasn't even the tension to hold her posture and bends forward toward her loom, willowy and ancient.]

I did not succumb and Mithrandir survived...and all that I had hoped for came to pass. And your son...he has brought this news.

I cannot possibly repay him, or you, for telling me this.