There is Hope
Tentatively, he reached out to embrace her. His heart awoke with a joy previously forgotten over the long desolate years.
She was so young, too young for the burden she carried. He looked at her, appraising her immeasurable worth. She was eerily familiar, yet beautiful beyond measure.
Once, he thought that all was lost; taken from him in the span of a single afternoon. She, alone, was a gift that only the Valar could bestow. Now, he had a reason to live again and endure Arda.
With the touch of his fingers on her face, his heart recognized his sister.
Author's Note: This drabble contributes to Corpsman, Up! And is a continuation of Erestor's thoughts and feelings. My thanks to all who read and review.