Day 179: Great Expectations

[tanaquiljall]

gwynnyd asked for a follow up to yesterday's drabble: Arwen's thoughts as she approaches Minas Tirith.

Great Expectations

"We could still turn back."

"Grandfather could order Hirvegil to save you."

"Glorfindel here could sacrifice himself once more for Turgon's House."

My brothers' jests conceal approval: each has confided privately that the snot-nosed Man-child has become a lord worthy of the thrones of Arnor and Gondor – and their sister's hand.

Beside me, father manages a half-smile. I grieve my choice does not gain him a son – long ere I met Estel, father loved and honoured him so – but loses him a daughter. Yet my gaze is again and again drawn back to the white walls that loom ever closer.


Note: Borrowed from elena_tiriel's wonderful Fell and Fair series: Hirvegil is Celeborn's second-in-command.

Comments

[tanaquiljall]

Glad you liked it. {{{hugs}}} And I loved Hirvegil and his relationship with Celeborn in your drabbles, so I was happy to steal borrow him. *g*