Exactly one hundred words.
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
They gazed at the heavens through their wide window. Stars twinkled merrily down upon the two.
"They're pretty, Mama," said Eldarion sleepily, safely snuggled in Arwen's arms.
Arwen smiled tenderly and stroked his curls. "Do you see that beautiful, brilliant star that blazes across the sky?"
Eldarion followed his mother's finger. "The bright one?"
"Yes, darling. Make a wish on it. It is your grandfather's father who steers that star—perhaps he will carry your wish to the Valar."
"I wish our family to be together for always," Eldarion murmured, before drifting off.
Arwen smiled sadly and held him closer.