As you have probably noticed, I have moved this story from the 'Silmarillion' section to 'Lord of the rings',  because it didn't seem to cover the same timeline as the other stories there.

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Chapter 3

The day brought, as always, glorious sunshine, and when she woke Anor had already crept over the mountaintops and lifted their shadows from the land. It were her husbands caresses that roused her from the dream she had walked. It had involved a mighty sandstorm, with sky and clouds of suffocating reds and yellows, and the feelings of awe and fright lingered in her mind as she turned towards him to be embraced. 

"When did that happen?" He casually asked.

"It did not. At least not such a great one. I don't know why I made it up."

"It was a Great Eraser, I think." He said mischievously, citating from the now ancient stories she had once shared with him.

"Come to erase what?"

"You tell me, woman of the desert."  Smiling, he tried to kiss her. She pulled back, irritated.

"I never really was, husband. Besides, how could anyone still be of the desert in a land such as this?"

"Are you malcontent, Mylady?" He always tried to put this matter off with a light joke or a tease. She may be entitled to the title of Lady since their marriage, but that was the one  reason she would never be comfortable being adressed so. He knew that full well.

"Don't you call me that. And you know it is not malcontent I feel."

"Aye, I know. You are homesick for a place that never really was home."

"You have not always felt that way yourself."

"I always knew it within my heart, after the Choice. And so did you, as did all of our blood who dwelt there."

"It was so vague, within me. I hardly felt any longing for the sea, even when I saw it so close every day. It was only at the Great Fading that I started to realise. And there still were many happy years after that. You cannot blame me for this longing for the lands of my youth now."

"You are still young, melamin. Elbereth! Even I am, compared to most of the the locals!"

"We both ceased to be youths yéni ago, my love, when we lost our carelessness and innocence."

"You never even were innocent, if I remember correctly."

He looked at her with that particular spark in his eyes, and a warm feeling crept towards her underbelly in spite of her irritation. She knew he was trying to distract her from this somberness that had gotten the better of her since their arrival. Yet she could not restist him and allowed herself to be kissed thouroughly.

But her heart was not with it entirely. Still it lingered in the library, where the unfinished writing now rested upon her desk. There was no deceiving him, and he did not like sharing her with her books.

"You did not write very much yester eve. Was it difficult?"

"Not in the way you think now. The first part is just very hard to remember. I found that I have nothing to say about it. I fear I will never really know."

"Perhaps not. You should accept that."

She smiled teasingly. "And my herven would simply be content living with a wife with a hole in her life? When I first met you, I thought you were extremely picky. Apparently I was wrong!"

"I wholeheartedly prefer you living with your strange gap in peace to this constant harrassing by distant relatives over a story that just doesn't seem to find its way out. Perhaps you should go talk to your mother. She might enlighten you. If she remembers yet."

"And stirr up that memory over something as trivial as that nosey Valinorean's sick obsession with stories from Ennor? I will leave her whatever peace of mind Namo has gifted her with, even if all High Princes of Tirion come over here and nag me for that story!"

"Then for Elbereth's sake, just skip that part and get on with what you do remember!"

"That is exactly what I am going to do, herven, if I may be excused from your bed now."

She did not even see him give her a warrior's salute as she left the room, nightdress sweeping in her wake.

A really huge 'thank you' and an even huger stack of lembas to my reviewers Finch and alena. Keep going!