Thorin looks at the beautiful elf sleeping on the bed he's just shared with her.
He's up, fully dressed and is ready to leave. He's written Fehlina a letter, left on the empty pillow by her fair head.
Even though they've just met, he's developed strong feelings for her.
He walks over to her. She's sound asleep. The endeavours of night must have taken it's toll on her, since he's heard elves sleep with their eyes open, walking in dreams beyond to rest their bodies and minds.
He stokes her hair carefully away from her forehead and kisses it.
"Amrâlimê", he whispers. Then he leaves.

Fehlina wakes up a few hours later. The sun's shining through the window.
She's forgotten where she is, and needs a few moments to get her thoughts together.
Then she notices the letter on the pillow beside her.
It all comes back to her; Thorin, their meeting and their shared night.
She sighs as she opens the letter, looking at his handwriting, imagining his big hands jotting down these words before leaving her.

Dear Fehlina,
Thank you for a magical and most treasured night I didn't even know I needed to hoard in this weary body of mine.
I feel honored to have met you and made your acquaintance. Hopefully our paths will cross and we'll meet again.
I wish you all the best, and a safe journey home.
With love, Thorin

Fehlina smiles through her tears. She never thought she'd fall in love with a dwarf.