Westward Leaning
by North-took
Drabble. Luthien Tinuviel is dying.
Rating: G
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Through the window, Luthien could see the stars coming out.
"Aren't they beautiful?" she asked her husband.
Beren pressed her hand to his worn cheek. "You're fairer, my Tinuviel."
"Flatterer," she waggled a finger at him. "I'm an old woman now."
"There as never been a lady to compare to you," Beren insisted. He too was old now. He studied her hand. "Do you ever regret...?"
Though he had never asked the question, Luthien already knew her answer. "No, I would have been alone. Our son would have been born. Now I await the start of our next great adventure."
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