What she once held dear

Ilnornil stood in the Hall of Fire, this was his favorite place.  Her son her beloved son and there was nothing she could do to save him from the fate he had met.  His smile present in her mind and his laughter ever echoing in her Ear. The days of hearing him say Nana, were now over. She had watched the coming and goings of the Elves that dwelled in the halls and said lowly to herself. "They must forgive me if I am not of light heart, for what they see is a Mother whom had lost her only son.. and the only blood of her own that still remained." For a Mother to lose her babe is like losing her soul and now she was without both Spouse and Child. She had thought she would come to these halls for rest but it was truly.. to honor her Son's memory. "Namarie.."  She had said to both of them.  One day she will diminish as the call of Vailnor will only last so long.  Time was running thin and she had to find some purpose for herself.