She laughs…why does she laugh? Amroth spoke half to himself and half to the tall elf beside him. He did not wait for an answer. Why do you laugh, my lady? Why cannot you not hear me?
Hear you, I am a fool and only hear you. I am a fool because I hear you, because I wait for you, and because you’ll never return. Nimrodel laughed wildly again.
She hears you, my lord.
Amroth’s eyes widened and excitement came to his voice. Nimrodel, I am here! Feel my touch! I am here!
Shall I always be a fool, hearing your voice and seeing your face in my every thought?
His face…did she see his face? Erebemlin strengthened his will toward Amroth, shining all the light he could muster on his King. He dearly hoped Nimrodel would see.
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