Lord Ulmo, can you grant me a boon?
And what would that be, child?
Can you turn back the time? For but a few minutes?
Why do you wish this, daughter of Irmo?
There is one I would farewell. And see one last time.
One hour is all I can give you.
She looked to the retreating figures of his friends. They would have to go through the pain of parting once more....
Never mind, Lord Ulmo. Just see him safely home.
I will, dear one. And I will see to it that he has joy.
Thank you, my Lord.