(atalantelinde) "I thought you loved me. I was wrong."
“…No, Macalaurë - who has told you this? Of course I love you. You are my son’s son, and I would never abandon you!”
atalantelinde:
“Am I?” He beamed at that. The child had never thought himself like his father, and to hear someone confirm the opposite made him very happy indeed.
“You are.” She cupped his chin in one hand lightly. “He has never liked to sit still for very long unless there is something very interesting happening, ever since he was smaller than you.”











