The Magic of Sunset
Melannen found her standing on the cliff-top, the one they'd made special when they were reunited so long ago, here in Mithlond. Anor, in her fiery brilliance, was sinking slowly. The colors of the sunset mingled in Narwen's hair. A gentle breeze played with the long, red tresses and he just had to run his fingers through it. He took the few steps needed to bring him to her side and he did just that. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed and she sighed at his touch. Smiling, he took the opportunity she presented him with and kissed her.