Rest for the Weary
Weariness seeped into her very soul, but she had done what she could for her child. She knew, within herself and had told her dear husband so, that this would be the only child she would bear for him.
Now she had come, upon the wishes of her husband and those of the Valar, to the gardens of Lorien. A place of rest, a place of peace.
She had not long left and she had bade her dearest husband to look after their son while she slept. Sleep, her soul craved a release from her weariness.
Mandos soon took her.
A/N - 100 words on Miriel's thoughts after she gave birth to Feanor and just before she passed. Sorry about the missing characters...my computer doesn't like them... hope you like, please r/r.