#64 The Image of Perfection
Nerdanel sighed in satisfaction as she wiped her hands on her apron and stood back to admire her handiwork. For a year, she locked herself away in her studies working night and day to finish her latest piece of work. Now finished, she could take a much-needed break.
As she reached the door to leave, Nerdanel turned to look at her artwork one last time before she would have them moved into the main sitting room of the house she shared with her sons and husband. Lately, things were strained between her and Fëanor, but the sculptures of her family brought out the good memories they had, and that would just have to suffice for the moment. She took one last look and smiled a bittersweet smile. How she wished her family portrayed what the sculptures did: the image of perfection.