Title: An Embrace
Summary: An elf dreams of her deceased husband, whom she misses. Drabble
A/N: It's very short, but it nagged me into writing it, so I thought I'd post it before it started to nag me to expand on it - I don't particularly like it (it's drippier than I like), but I figured some of you might. So.. Enjoy. Reviews appreciated, nonetheless.
An Embrace…Warm. Soft. Strong. Comforting.
She lent into it, leaning back against her husband's chest, resting her auburn head upon his shoulder and closing her eyes, inhaling his scent, reveling in his presence. She placed her hands and arms over his, which were wrapped about her waist, holding her close.
"I love you," he murmured, his voice soft and melodious even at such a low volume; he kissed her upon her cheek and rested his chin upon her shoulder, though he had to hunch just a little to do so. Then, unexpectedly, he added, "I'm sorry."
She lent her cheek against his. "I know," she whispered. "I wish you could stay. I've missed you, Fëanáro."
He did not answer in words but held her all the closer. Then, he was gone – vanished, as if he'd never been.
And she awoke in tears.