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A/N: A series of drabble like things about fourof our favorite LotR women: Eowyn, Arwen, Lothiriel and Finduilas ( not in that order) and the one thing that hold the four together: the fact they left their homes to be with the men they loved.
Prologue
She once believed that if she strained her eyes enough she would see the sea from her white tower.
The gulls do not fly so far out as to reach her, and she must settle from the songbirds her lord gifts her with. But the birds will not sing in the Shadow, and her own heart trembles with fear. Her husband tells her there is naught toworry aboutand tries to calm her but she sees the darkness grow from her window.
She wishes for Dol Amroth, where the waves and gulls sang for her daily and the Darkness was nothing but a line on the horizon. But she is not given leave by her lord to go and so she remains, locked in her marble prison looking for the faintest sign of the sea.
Her sons visit her when they have no lessons and her youngest ask after what she looks for. The sea she tells him, and he cocks his head to the side, young eyes questioning. And she laughs mirthlessly for her son who does not know the sea even as he is taught to fight the Shadow.
She once believed she could see the sea from her high tower, now she knows she will see nothing but the Shadow.