Nerdanel
'Fëanáro?'
'Yes, love?'
'Do you love the Silmarils?'
'Of course!'
'But do you love them more than me?'
The pause lasts for too long.
'I love you more than anyone in the world, Nerdanel,' he says, and they do not speak of it again.
She doesn't forget, though, and that worries her. She asked him a question, and he responded, but he did not answer her, and she cannot forget it. He said that he loved me more than anyone. Is that not enough?
No, it is not. She is still uncertain. Anyone, yes. But anything? She is not sure.
AN: Tolkien owns all these women. I wrote this drabble for a writing challenge on Livejournal, then decided that the other women whose lives were affected by the Silmarils need some attention too.