The next thing I heard was arguing. I recognized my grandnana Dís and my great uncle Thorin' voices. "What do I always say about traveling during orc season??!!" Thorin said angrily.
    "It was her tradition Thorin! Two of my grandchildren are missing, my daughter is Dead, and you don't even care!" I heard Thorin sigh.
"I'm sorry sister, I'm angry too."  I'd never heard my grandnana cry before, but there's a first time for everything. I opened my eyes and saw my aunt Lina sitting next to my bed. She looked up at me, and her blue eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, thank Durin your ok!" She said, embracing me gently. I hugged her back, not able to keep back my tears anymore. Everyone gave me a sympathetic look and my father walked over. He wasn't anymore, but I could tell he'd been crying, he also looked absolutely exhausted. He sat down next to me and scoops me up in his big arms. Ada held on so tight that I thought he would never let go. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him for a long time.
"Ada, where's Naneth?" I asked, completely confused. My mother was a snow elf, and snow elves could heal themselves of life-threatening wounds. Where was she? My father suddenly wouldn't look me in the eye. "Ada? Ada, what's wrong, where is she?"  Ada covered his face with his hand as if that would help keep his tears in his eyes. He still didn't answer me. Aunt Lina sat down next to him and laid her head on his shoulder, hugging his arm. Finally, uncle Fili sat down on the other side of my father.
"Lera... Your mother, she, umm, she's gone." His blue eyes full of grief.
"What???!!!! I asked, this couldn't be true, how could it? "But, she can heal! How can she be dead??!!" Uncle Fili tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear, "Your mother, she used what power she had left to save you." Realization hit me like giant wave. No, I couldn't be true.
  "I'm so sorry Lera, your mother's not coming back." Aunt Lina took my hand,
  "No!! It can't be!!" I yelled. But inside, I knew they were right. I had heard my mother speak the healing words, but I hadn't known at the time that if a snow elf is wounded, and tries to heal another, the healer essentially gives there life for that person. "Thorne and Prim?" I then asked, already knowing the answer. My father then spoke for the first time since I woke up;
"Your mother told us that orcs took them, we followed their trail for two days. Nothing." The bitterness in my father's voice was frightening. "They're most likely dead Lera," I nodded, but I knew that's wasn't true. That was also the day I vowed to find them again. Not long after that my mother's kin came to take my mother's body to bury her in the mountain. Father didn't seem to care, he just wanted to get it over with. He seems to have moved on, but I never forgave, and I never forgot.