Author's Note: Whose was the first betrayal, after all? Daeron watches Lúthien for 100 words and the prompt "a piece of the puzzle."
Secret
A heart can break and mend in the space of a glance, the musician has learned. His fingers caress the strings softly now, drawing a whisper of yearning from the harp which his own voice cannot give.
In the old days, her eyes flickered three ways: to the earth, to the sky, to the harper. Now she looks only into the wood, to the dark trees huddled like women round the tale-fire. Something else - someone - has caught her interest tonight.
The musician plays on, his heart healing, harder than before. He will learn her secret soon, he vows.