Findaráto had just strung the last note on his harp when he turned to see his little sister standing beside him.
He blushed, flustered. “Artanis? What are you doing here?”
Amairë laughed. “It is nice to see you, Artanis."
Artanis sat onto the grass with them. “Likewise, Amairë! You know, Findaráto’s been working on your sweet love song since before you two were courting. He quite adores you.”
Findaráto felt himself blushing even more. Amairë smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“It’s beautiful, my love.” She pulled out a flute. “I have one for you, too.”
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Finrod had just strung the last note on his harp when he turned to see Galadriel standing beside him.
The cliff overlooked the golden sunset, tainting the sky with red and orange. Finrod gazed into the distance.
“Do you miss her?” Galadriel asked softly.
He strummed a note. “Everyday. But I am glad she remains in Aman. I would not want to drag her into the dangers of Beleriand.”
Galadriel plucked a flower from the grass. “You play the same serenade as you did back then.”
“Sometimes, when I sing to her…I can hear her singing back.”
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