Galadriel's family await her imminent return.
His arm around his wife Amarië’s shoulder, Finrod resembled more than usual his mother Eärwen, standing at his other side, both wearing similar expressions of mixed amusement and sympathy.
Finarfin finally stopped his nervous pacing. “Of course…”
Realising the looks his family was bestowing on him he added, defensively, “Well, I am a little impatient, that is all.”
He ushered them down the portico, before approaching Finrod to ask, yet again, in an undertone, “And you really think she will now be happy here? And her husband, too?”
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16.04.06 This drabble can be regarded as a companion piece to my vignette "Father and Daughter", and a sidebar to "Crossing towards Sunrise".
16.04.06 This drabble can be regarded as a companion piece to my vignette "Father and Daughter", and a sidebar to "Crossing towards Sunrise".