Cold Starlight
by North-took
Drabble. Arwen Evenstar considers elves, mortality, and her Estel.
Rating: G
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Stars suit the elves for their light shines cold and remote. Mortals, Arwen discovers, burn blue and hot as the inner core of flame. To mortal observers her Estel is composed and cool, but to ageless eyes, he smolders.
Perhaps she is a moth straying too close to fire, but Arwen is unable to turn away. Even the appeals of friends and kin cannot alter her course. From their first meeting Arwen takes away understanding of how her ancestress could accept mortality to be with her beloved. After knowing the close warmth of a mortal, distant starlight can never suffice.
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