Parnard

We stood facing each other, but a little over an arm’s length apart. Ithil shone down upon us, touching him with a true-silvered hand. The warm breeze ruffled both our hair. All I could see was the culmination of my dreams. Oh, there were other things I hoped for, other things I dreamed, but this was and always had been the heart of my heart. That he would know happiness. That we would be as one. 

Eventually we were rescued, of course, else I would not be recounting this. 

I walked onto the biting ice of the Hithaeglir to save him. He walked into the flames of a burning house to save me. Perhaps we are equal now? Not that I ever held it to be some sort of contest, nor that I would not do it again. Thinking thus upon our past reminds me of the talk we had when returning from Imladris to Falathorn for the first time. We stopped on the edge of the Old Forest, just in sight of the Brandywine bridge.

Estarfin reached out to carefully touch the fabric of my dress. “It is beautiful,” he said. He smiled brightly, softly, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. 

That time in the Golden Wood proved to be a nightmare. Traversing Caradhras was bad enough in good conditions.Thankfully there were no storms, nor fresh snowfall. But Estarfin grew increasingly confused, so that Parnard and I took it in turns to lead him, lest he missed his footing. By the time we reached the eastern side of the mountain we were exhausted. 

Nai elen atta siluvat rénna veryanweldo ✧ VT49/43* May two stars shine on the day of your wedding

*(VT - VinyarTengwar)