Custom decreed that the maidens present evergreens to the Chieftain’s heir each Mettarë, that the line of Elendil might be as evergreen as the holly, or ivy or pine.

Arathorn smilingly took a sprig of greenery from each girl before the Midwinter feast began. One maid seemed fairer than the rest. She carried a branch of holly, scarlet berries adorning the glossy leaves.

“My little girl has grown into a fine lass since you saw her last, has she not?” chuckled Ivorwen; her husband remained sombre. 

Arathorn’s heart stirred as the girl handed him the branch. Gilraen was indeed fair.