Waiting
Enjoying the peace of the late afternoon, Gilraen closed her eyes, wondering when her son would come home. For 25 years she had not laid eyes on him, but the word had come that he was returning at last. The sun warmed her face, but then she felt a shadow cross it. She opened her eyes and with a leap of her heart saw her dead husband standing before her.
"Estel!" She threw herself into his arms, weeping. "You are so like him, my son, so like him," and smiling and holding her close, Aragorn understood what she meant.