Big Hands
The city shone white like crystal Tirion. This was my first time here and father led me to the Tower of the King. Belthil glimmered silver, and Glingal, golden, like mother's hair; these trees, which he wrought himself.
"Here, at last we shall find happiness, Itarildë."
I saw the love in his eyes for his new kingdom and the hope for our future. I gently squeezed his hand, which was still bigger than mine, despite my years.
In all times, I know father will always be there, to break my fall and wipe away my tears, to hold my hand.