Book/Source: The Lord of the Rings
Disclaimer: The world is Tolkien's; the thoughts are mine. And the only renumeration I receive is the light of stars upon my path.
Grandparents are one of childhood’s joys—usually. Their laps are to sit upon, and their arms to hold and steady. They smile down upon one, and offer reassurance and encouragement. They kiss bruises and wash scraped knees. They give advice and listen to fears, give comfort and warnings.
But for young Arwen—her father’s father is indeed as distant as stars, and his mother hidden in a realm she may not enter for years yet.
At least she is able to know her mother’s parents, although sometimes Daernaneth’s attention is as distant as that of her shining daeradar.