Since the words had been spoken of departure, then mention of leaving and everything changing, there was no doubt that she was frightened. Terrified at that, for not only the safety of herself, but for her husband and her daughter, They knew not of the perils ahead of them, yet once the Valar were forsaken, there was no going back. Yet still she swore to herself over and over again that this was a mistake. That they should beg for forgiveness and avoid this journey before things became out of hand, or they grew too far from home. But she knew in the pool of her heart that Turukano would not will for it and Itarillë seemed excited for the change, and she couldn't separate their family...
Who knows... Maybe this would be a positive change. Something nice and different from their previous home. Perhaps it might be something they all found enjoyable, aside from the circumstances surrounding. Or maybe everything would go up in flames..
Pushing the negative aside though, Elenwë found herself approaching her daughter’s room, checking to assure that the young elf had everything prepared for their voyage.
“ Itarillë..?”
