Father and son walked through the darkened gardens, settling on an
expanse of lawn clear of trees, where they could gaze
upwards. Stars shone in the heavens like diamonds against
black velvet – yet far more beautiful.
“Ada? What are the stars?” The child wriggled onto his
father’s lap, leaning against him sleepily.
“The stars? They were put there by Elbereth for us to see
The child stretched out his hand, reaching upwards. “I wish I
could go there,” he said wistfully, “and explore.”
“Eärendil the explorer? Who knows?” Tuor smiled.
“You could be anything you want, my son.”