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"WITH THE EYES OF A CHILD"
"So be it. Not before falling shall the child learn to rise and stand."
Finrod stared at his father in disbelief.
"Lord of my House in Exile I name you, and yours shall be the duty of protecting my people. Do not fail me in this"
Frozen by stern words, Finrod felt stripped of his youthful innocence, choked on the feeling of bereavement.
"Your path is yours to choose; May Námo be gentle to you when you reach the bitter end, yonyaº"
Thus Finarfin left, and not a glance he spared for his fairest son, who was a child anymore.
(Word Count 100). Nov. 2004
ºquenya for "my son"
A/N Cause unexpected goodbyes hurt deeper