A Farewell in Valinor
"Amarië," Finrod began, then stopped, for once unsure of what to say.
She turned to look at him, her long hair gently teased by the wind.
Her eyes-Finrod looked away slowly. She was not making this easy. "My love,
you are suddenly shy," she said, lightly touching his cheek with a delicate
finger. "Are you," she stopped, searching his face. "Ashamed?" she guessed,
with the smallest hint of a frown. "Yes," he said softly. She looked mildly
surprised. "And at the same time no," he added. "Amarië, beloved, you must
have heard the angry words of my kinsmen-"
"And..." Finrod saw that she knew. Somehow, that did not surprise him.
"And you will go with them?" she finished, voice carefully even. "I will."
There, he had said it. Her face fell. "I...had hoped that their doom would
not be yours as well, but that was not to be..." she whispered. One small
tear trickled it's way down her face, then was gone. Sorrow in Valinor,
but not the first, and Finrod knew it would not be the last.
"I do not ask you to come, I cannot ask you to come, we journey far and it
will be perilous." In his fëa, he already knew her answer, had known it since
the dream, but he could not help wishing that it would change, that everything
would change, that he had never spoken to Turgon and that he had never spoken
to Feanor.
Amarië did not reply for a long while and sorrow and hope both rose and fell
as Finrod struggled for quiet of mind. Why did she take so long? Would she?
No, she could not, but then why was her answer so long in coming?!
"I cannot," she said at long last. It was done. She had chosen. "Finrod beloved,
safe journey and peace," she whispered, then kissed him lightly.
"Amarië," Finrod sighed. He looked into her eyes, for the last time.
"I will be lost without you. May your life bring you joy."
"We will meet again, Finrod," her voice was heavy with sorrow, but still so
sweet to the ears.
"I know, after the End." Finrod said and then left.
"Amarië," Finrod began, then stopped, for once unsure of what to say.
She turned to look at him, her long hair gently teased by the wind.
Her eyes-Finrod looked away slowly. She was not making this easy. "My love,
you are suddenly shy," she said, lightly touching his cheek with a delicate
finger. "Are you," she stopped, searching his face. "Ashamed?" she guessed,
with the smallest hint of a frown. "Yes," he said softly. She looked mildly
surprised. "And at the same time no," he added. "Amarië, beloved, you must
have heard the angry words of my kinsmen-"
"And..." Finrod saw that she knew. Somehow, that did not surprise him.
"And you will go with them?" she finished, voice carefully even. "I will."
There, he had said it. Her face fell. "I...had hoped that their doom would
not be yours as well, but that was not to be..." she whispered. One small
tear trickled it's way down her face, then was gone. Sorrow in Valinor,
but not the first, and Finrod knew it would not be the last.
"I do not ask you to come, I cannot ask you to come, we journey far and it
will be perilous." In his fëa, he already knew her answer, had known it since
the dream, but he could not help wishing that it would change, that everything
would change, that he had never spoken to Turgon and that he had never spoken
to Feanor.
Amarië did not reply for a long while and sorrow and hope both rose and fell
as Finrod struggled for quiet of mind. Why did she take so long? Would she?
No, she could not, but then why was her answer so long in coming?!
"I cannot," she said at long last. It was done. She had chosen. "Finrod beloved,
safe journey and peace," she whispered, then kissed him lightly.
"Amarië," Finrod sighed. He looked into her eyes, for the last time.
"I will be lost without you. May your life bring you joy."
"We will meet again, Finrod," her voice was heavy with sorrow, but still so
sweet to the ears.
"I know, after the End." Finrod said and then left.