Sindarin translations:
Glassen ~ My joy
Ada ~ Father
Nana ~ Mother
Gerich veleth nín ~ You have my love

Rainwen was sitting outside with her mother, trying to read, but kept looking up expectantly. ‘Nana, when will he be home?’ the young elf impatiently asked her mother. Elenwendë smiled down at her daughter and said, ‘I don’t know Rainwen, any more than I did the last time you asked me!’ Thondhir, Rainwen’s father, had been visiting his brother in Lothlorien for the past month, and was to be returning that day. ‘Oh, I hope he gets home soon!’ Rainwen exclaimed.
She stood up, and was walking toward a nearby stream, when she heard hoof beats. ‘Nana, he’s back!’ Rainwen excitedly called out. She ran to meet him as he rode in. ‘Ada!’ she cried, jumping into his arms as soon as he was off his horse. ‘Ah, Rainwen!’ he said, scooping her up in his arms. ‘Where is your brother, Berenon?’ ‘He went riding with his friends. When can I have a horse of my own, Ada?’ she asked her father. ‘When you’re a little older, Glassen. Then, I’ll get you one of the best horses ever bred, and we’ll go riding together!’ was his answer. ‘Really, Ada?’ she asked, a big smile across her face. ‘Of course! Berenon can go sometimes, too, but others, it will just be me and my Rainwen!’
Elenwendë walked out to meet him, laughing at the excitement of their daughter. Thondhir greeted her with a kiss, then lifted Rainwen up on his shoulders, and walked to the stables, Elenwendë’s hand in his.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Many years later, Third Age, 3007 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

‘Ada!’ Rainwen cried, as she ran to give her father a hug. He had just returned to Imladris, and walked into the library where Rainwen had been sitting reading a book. Thondhir smiled at her, and said, ‘I have something for you! It’s outside.’ Rainwen’s curious nature took hold, and she started pelting him with questions. ‘For me? What is it? Where did you get it? Can I see it?’ she excitedly asked her father. He laughed, and said, ‘Just follow me!’ He led her outside, then said, ‘Now close your eyes!’
She closed her eyes, and he walked off. He came back a moment later, and told her she could open her eyes.
She opened her eyes, and there before her stood a beautiful bay colt. His coat shone as the winter sunlight glistened on it, and he had a white star on his head. ‘Oh, Ada, thank you!’ she said, embracing him again. ‘He’s beautiful!’ Thondhir smiled at his daughter and said, ‘I know how hard it was on you to lose your last horse. I had this one bred for you, and have known about it for some time now. That is why I had to make another trip, to get him for you. It will be about another year before you can ride him. What are you going to name him?’ ‘I’ll name him Eärendil,’ Rainwen said, ‘because of his star.’ ‘Eärendil it is then!’ her father exclaimed. ‘Why don’t you go get your mother and brother, and show them your fine new horse!’

A few weeks later, Rainwen was out at the stables grooming Eärendil. His coat was beautiful and shiny, and his mane and tail nicely brushed. She was starting to put away the grooming supplies when her brother, Berenon, came rushing in. ‘Rainwen! Hurry! Ada is hurt! He’s in his room, and Lord Elrond is trying to heal him.’ ‘How bad is it?’ Rainwen asked, but Berenon turned and ran back without answering her. Rainwen followed, hurrying to her father’s room. ‘How is he?’ Rainwen asked, as she entered the room and saw her mother and Lord Elrond standing at the bedside. ‘He was attacked by a band of orcs,’ Berenon answered. When Elenwendë turned and looked at her daughter, Rainwen knew what she was going to say. There was nothing Lord Elrond could do to save Thondhir. Rainwen ran over and sank down at her father’s bedside. ‘Ada, please! Don’t go! You’ll be fine. You can’t die!’ ‘Rainwen, Glassen,’ he said, slowly forcing each word out, ‘I love you. Take care of your mother for me. Keep her well. Elenwendë, Gerich veleth nín! Berenon, care for your sister and your mother.’ Thondhir’s eyes closed, and the life left him. ‘Ada!’ Rainwen cried, tears streaming down her face. ‘Thondhir!’ Elenwendë gasped, and Berenon reached over and caught his mother as she collapsed. Elrond left them to grieve over their loss. Rainwen fled to the stable, and sunk down to the ground in Eärendil’s stall. She couldn’t bear to sit there by her father’s lifeless body, so instead sought solace in the last gift her father had given her. She stayed there in shock and in grief until her brother found her hours later.
‘Rainwen,’ he gently said, kneeling down beside her. ‘You should come inside now. Come eat something, maybe sit by the fire. You feel as if you’re frozen!’ he said, taking her hand. Rainwen’s tear-streaked face was etched with grief as she said, ‘I do not want food. I am not hungry. And I do not feel the cold.’ Berenon answered, ‘You should still come inside. Come, keep me company at least.’ He rose, and helped her up. ‘I will come, but I do not know how much company I will be for you.’ Her brother took her arm and slowly led her back. ‘How is Nana?’ Rainwen asked of her mother as they walked. Berenon sighed, ‘She is resting. She hasn’t spoken yet, and I am very worried about her. She needs us, Rainwen. We need to be strong for her sake. I know how much you are grieving, for I feel it too, but she needs our help. We must bring comfort to her, and help her recover.’ ‘I will do everything I have the strength for,’ Rainwen answered. ‘I will do all I can to help her recover. But… oh, I miss him so much!’ Tears started pouring down her face again, and she buried her face in her brother’s shoulder. ‘I know, I know,’ he said comfortingly. ‘But I’ll help you through it. We’ll help each other. And we’ll help Nana as well. We’ll help her come through this.’ They walked inside, and went to the Hall of Fire. They sat by a fireplace, away from anyone else, each taking comfort from the presence of the other.