A/N: Whew—apologies for the long gap in updates! It's been a busy month, but I have thirty-some drabbles now, so I'll try to be more consistent!
010: "The vacuum of time."
How long had they dwelled in the same house, nearly one in spirit, nearly one in body? Though Mahtan's daughter barely comprehended all the nuances of the change, she knew she was not the same as she had been in the beginning. Seven sons had reshaped her never-shapely figure into one more befitting her new matronly status.
They had been young, once; they were aged, now, but they were not yet old.
The fire between them had shifted in the embers. Fëanáro? He had not merely changed. Oh, my love.
Sometime in the intervening years, he had died altogether.