Namarië
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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!”
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