He hadn't seen her in almost twenty years. The years had touched her, there was no doubt about it; her face etched with worry lines and her hair graying, she even looked thinner than when he'd last seen her.
But to Midayle, she was as beautiful as she'd ever been.
"Edain."
They came together in the midst of the dying fields, embracing.
"I'm home," he whispered, burying his face in her hair. "Just like I promised."
She smiled even as tears streamed down her face.
"I knew you would be."