by Jay of Lasgalen
January 28, 2008

Stories > Jay's Tales > Namarie

He had vowed to be strong; to not show his grief and lingering sense of guilt – but he could feel his resolve crumbling.  Tears began to fall, and he embraced her for one last time.  “Farewell, mother.   I love you – and I will miss you so much.”

Weeping, he turned to Elladan, and then together they drew Arwen into their embrace.  They clung together for comfort and strength as she boarded the ship, sails billowing in the wind.

He was used to the touch of Elladan’s mind on his – but now there was a threeway whisper of farewell:

"Namárië, Nana!”