My Hands
Many hands have touched my life, left prints, before whisked away. But I will meet them again.
I will feel my mother's warmth and see Aredhel's vibrant smile again. I will hold my father and tell him everything I never had the chance to say. Eärendil knows I love him and Tuor I will always have beside me.
And Maeglin? Someday I hope we shall meet again. I have forgiven his wrong, and I will ask for his forgiveness for the pain I caused him. I will put my hand in his stained one, and mine will not be clean.