a certain elf

Hearing, in vague tell, the news upon the wind, a certain elf curled a lick of a frown.

From a place much distant to the Silver Walls, a certain elf mayhaps caught word of this misfortune, a fleeting account from passing snippets heard, an inquiry then made.

“Truly, a pity.”  they remarked to themselves, a prod of the tip of a carefully-trimmed fingernail upon the inner corner of an eye, flicking a glazed bead from it. “ The Dorberos-Telperion-Uradir, though we had our disagreements, was a kind acquaintance. May they rest well, either in mournful permanence, or in the recovery of temporary distancing.” 
Another day passed in quiet recline, a musing thought drifted in hopes that the elfess in question might yet be well.