"Alatariel, Alatariel, Prince Connor has returned from the wilds!" Maglor,
the younger brother of Alatariel, called to her, as she sat in their house
in Minas Tirith.
"Maglor, Prince Connor."
"He did not die, he is here. He went into the palace; we saw him and there was a wolf with him also."
Alatariel gasped and leapt up from her seat. Almost flying, she ran to the wood clearing near the palace. The Prince heard her footsteps and embraced her as she entered the glade. "I am sorry for leaving you, Alatariel." He murmured.
"Indeed you should be, Connor." The Elf-girl smiled and then spoke softly in Elvish. "Renich i lú i erui govannem?" (Do you remember when we first met?)
Connor replied in the same tongue. "Nauthannem i ned ôl reniannen." (I thought I had strayed into a dream)
Holding him close to her, Alatariel whispered, "I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the Ages of this world alone."
Connor felt her gentle hand press something into his. He held the object up to what it was. On a light silver chain hung a dark green, glistening stone. Connor knew the Elf had had it of her parents.
"You cannot give me this." He spoke softly.
Looking down at his hand, she used both of hers to fold his fingers tenderly over the stone and then looked up again at his face.
"It is mine to give to whom I will." She gently placed his fist on his heart and murmured, "Like my heart."
Leaning forwards, she pressed her soft lips against his and they both knew in their hearts that they could never again be willingly parted.
"Maglor, Prince Connor."
"He did not die, he is here. He went into the palace; we saw him and there was a wolf with him also."
Alatariel gasped and leapt up from her seat. Almost flying, she ran to the wood clearing near the palace. The Prince heard her footsteps and embraced her as she entered the glade. "I am sorry for leaving you, Alatariel." He murmured.
"Indeed you should be, Connor." The Elf-girl smiled and then spoke softly in Elvish. "Renich i lú i erui govannem?" (Do you remember when we first met?)
Connor replied in the same tongue. "Nauthannem i ned ôl reniannen." (I thought I had strayed into a dream)
Holding him close to her, Alatariel whispered, "I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the Ages of this world alone."
Connor felt her gentle hand press something into his. He held the object up to what it was. On a light silver chain hung a dark green, glistening stone. Connor knew the Elf had had it of her parents.
"You cannot give me this." He spoke softly.
Looking down at his hand, she used both of hers to fold his fingers tenderly over the stone and then looked up again at his face.
"It is mine to give to whom I will." She gently placed his fist on his heart and murmured, "Like my heart."
Leaning forwards, she pressed her soft lips against his and they both knew in their hearts that they could never again be willingly parted.