Author's Note: Caranthir/Amarië, serious fluff, written in a moment of weakness. Anyone who wishes to ponder the matter should be advised that it takes place in Valinor post-Caranthir's re-embodiment, pre-Finrod's, and that it references as fact Caranthir's relationship with Nimloth as per my own "On Some Fair Isle" and his relationship with Haleth as per Unsung Heroine's collection of C/H writings.
Faithless
She,
waiting,
grew weary of waiting.
She walked out.
She found him first:
before the Sea he sat,
summoning his senses
to return to the place
he could no longer,
in all honesty,
name "home."
She,
sympathetic,
sat beside him in
silence,
while the waves
wandered between words
tactfully left tacit.
He found her
presence pleasing,
and easy to the eye,
though he thought
immediately
and inevitably
of her he left behind
and of her by whom he
was left.
(Strange,
isn't it,
the things one
remembers!)
The first,
Man-maid, small and
fair, icy-proud;
ah! the sight of her
stubborn back
as she strode from his
demesne!
The second,
whitest blossom stained
with red;
Elf-maid of stars and
the songs of wind,
avenger of her husband,
and he finally able,
after the fact,
to appreciate the
irony.
And she,
sitting softly at his
side,
watching the waves at
work,
thought:
His sorrows are
greater than mine.
And for that she loved
him,
greatly daring;
and later he learned it
and left her sitting by
the Sea:
he would not now
- too late -
learn to love.