Tears for Sorrow
"Amarië? What's the matter, child?" Mélanildë asked, deciding to say nothing about the dozen or so lamps that sat on almost every flat surface of her granddaughter's room.
"Nothing... I.. I just needed more light to be able to finish the embroidery on Finrod's shirt." Suddenly the younger elleth burst into tears, crying into the garment, which had been intended as her wedding morning gift to her betrothed.
Carefully crossing the room so she wouldn't accidentally knock over a lamp, Mélanildë sat down next to her distraught granddaughter. After gently removing the shirt from Amarië's hands she held her close and let her cry into her shoulder.
Once the initial storm of tears had subsided, Amarië turned her head and asked in a miserable sounding voice, "Why didn't he stay? Why did he go with them? I've... I've never seen him act that way before. He was... was like a stranger... instead of my Findarato. I almost didn't recognise him when he came to tell me he was going." Another sob broke through before she continued. "Oh, anamillë, doesn't he love me anymore?"
Mélanildë had no answer for her granddaughter who was once more crying into her shoulder as the elder of the two ellith remembered a certain ellon who had insisted on remaining in Endorë instead of making the Great Journey. True, in her case, they had been no betrothal between them but she remembered very well being too blinded by her tears that she couldn't see the stars.