Disclaimer: They're Tolkien's, not mine
FIVE HUNDRED YEARS
Five hundred years of the new light have passed, and she still expects to awake to the mingled light of the blessed trees.
"Five hundred years of Anar," she softly chides herself, "are hardly a verse in the long song of the Elder Years…" She draws much needed comfort from knowledge and logic.
Anairë turns and buries her fair face in the soft pillows. Five hundred years of the new light, and her hands still roam the huge bed, searching for the warmth of a beloved body that should have been sleeping by her side.
"Five hundred years," she weeps.
Word count: 100. Feb 2005
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A/N Anairë is Fingolfin's wife, and she stayed in Aman. I chose five hundred years for no particular reason. Tolkien told us that 10 years of the sun were the approximate equivalent to a year of the trees.
