Continuing the story of Celebrían in Valinor.
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.
Ships still arrived, but fewer now, with many years between.
Mother hugged her loneliness to herself, rarely mentioning Father in public.
People expected Celebrían to rejoice in the presence of her husband, mourn the severing from her daughter, and placidly await her sons’ decision. No-one seemed to think she should sorrow at being fatherless.
And yet… distant notes of music, a line from a poem, could bring Father to her heart as keenly, as heavily, as they could her sons.
Almost better, she thought, to know, as with Arwen, than the constant pain of unknowing caused by those missing three.