Title: Lost for Words
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
He picked up the pen but did not dip it into the ink. Instead he gazed blankly at the unsullied page.
Was there any point in writing, he wondered. What could he say?
The great Lord Glorfindel lost for words would have made her smile had she seen him. But then, if she had remained in Imladris, there would have been no cause for him to write to her.
Declarations of undying devotion were totally unacceptable; they had agreed this at the beginning. And what repercussions if any eyes but hers read them! Perhaps best not to write at all….
I promise it will become clearer in time.