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Ingwe! How are you my friend?
Aiyah Míriel, I fare alright. And you?
Muinë! I have missed you, love.
And I you. More than I can possibly say.
A quiet messenger leaves an overrobe for Feanor, woven by skilled hands. Upon it, a note: 'With my love,' and his mother's name...
Fëanor caressed the silky cloth, touched with a fingertip the golden embroideries and admired the beautiful shape. The garment was fine, elegant, and the red colour was dark and shiny like a ruby.In the moment in which he was wondering about who might have left it there, he saw the little piece of paper. He lifted it up and read. His eyes widened. « Mother? » he whispered.He looked up as if the spirit of Miriel Therinde was standing there in front of him.
ask-miriel said: Nay, grey-face. I chose to leave this world. I gave my soul to my son, so that he might be strong, and passed from weariness. It was my choice, and my burden. Do not blame my son for what he is unaccountable for.
I know what you did for me, mother. The gift of my strength comes from you. Let them talk or let them blame me, as if I care. They just have not to dare twisting the meaning of your death.
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[…]I forged a diadem. Its shape is one of the finest I achieved and its colour is a bright silver, with a little ruby set in it. Thin leaves adorn it.When I finished my work I still had enough energy for a long walk.I thought, initially, to donate it to Nerdanel, but now I am sure no one will ever put it on their heads: only my mother’s head would be worth to wear that crown.
Muinë, how fare you? I am grieved that I never had the opportunity to speak with you before, my dearest--please forgive me. If ever you wish to talk, know that I am here for you.
« Mother? » he whispered, staring speechless for a moment. « There… there is no need to ask me for forgiveness. Not you, mother, for you made me the strongest and the whole of your soul is in my heart and body. You made me the greatest. » He took her hand, his grip gentle. « I thank you, instead. »
You are in the Halls of Mandos still, are you not? Or your fëa is. Is it so wrong for me to wish to speak with you, that you must ask why? ((Sorry for not replying in a while; I was busy ^^))
Fëanor: I just fail to understand why now..Why not earlier? ""And can't believe it's actually happening dgyjsgfsjj""
ask-miriel replied to your post: Dear one, will you come visit me? I find myself in need of hugs and company… *wipes tears*
Thank you Maitimo! I fear I am not as well as usual, since I and Makalaurë have been discussing…rather gloomy topics… I just need to know that you are well…
Oh, grandmother /hugs. You should not be thinking of such things when they make you sad. I am well, I promise. I hope you will feel better soon. Shall I come over so we can sit together?
