Disclaimer: Not mine, but Tolkien's. The plot idea's mine though, my bunny!


He had been there for as long as she could remember. In her dreams, she had watched the grey-eyed peredhil grow from a young boy who somberly watched the sea to a proud, wise lord whose counsel was well sought.

She had never questioned his presence in her mind. He had been her friend when she had none, when she was surrounded by adults who never got along. As she grew, so did he; each step in life was accompanied by another dream until the visions became reality.

His existence depended on her. That much she knew. The future of Middle-Earth would hang in the balance until she made that crucial decision that would either ensure or condemn his birth. And she never regretted this knowledge, even though her own desires had to be put aside. The future was the future…and she would be content with what she was given. Content with the fact that good would come of her path in life.

She had given her life for his; denied herself love so that the grey-eyed elfling could live to read every book on Arda, so that he too could have his own family and make the choices that she herself had been denied.

The history books would mention naught but her contentedness in life. The boy would be her legacy.


Itarille had Seen the future and given her life for it.

Glorfindel would give his life for her and live the future she Saw.