Disclaimer: As much as I would kill to own any more of the Silmarillion than my precious copy of it. . .I don't. So don't sue.

A/N: This is just a little, really short fic I wrote months before I put it up. I just had an urge to write something after P.E., so during Social Studies, this was born. A thanks to my friend and beta Michelle. And. . .hope you enjoy:

No Matter:

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that you're maimed. Or that you're bleeding. All that matters is you're in my arms. And soon. Soon, you'll be safe.

It doesn't matter that whatever he did to you left you so weak. I'll make you strong again. Or that the fire, the beautiful fire you are, has been reduced to sparks. I'll fan the diminished flames. I'll make you burn bright again.

It doesn't matter that your eyes, your wonderful silver eyes, are closed. Because I know they'll open. All that matters is that we're almost, almost there. Just hang on a little longer. Just a little.

It doesn't matter, that you were there long enough for the most – the most horrible things to happen. I'll make sure you recover from them all. I'll watch you until you are healed. Because though you don't know – without you I am nothing.

So please, wake up. So, I can tell you. You deserve to know. Open your beautiful eyes so I can make you what you were again. And so I could let you know. I love you. Amin mela lle.

A/N: Do review, nothing inspires me more than those little comments that take seconds to write (besides my muses). They eat reviews and go into inspire Julia overload when you do review though, so review!