Namarie

Is it too much to ask, for me to wish you to stay? Are we too little for you that you are willing to forsake life with us? He is gone, never to return, but we still need you.

I caressed the smooth porcelein cheek, the blue eyes, once rivalling the stars now dull as unpolished steel.

Naneth, don't leave.

"My heart died with him, ion nin. It is time for the Evenstar to pass into the night," she kissed each of our cheeks lovingly for one last time and gracefully rode astride her horse. Her expression was serene as she addressed us.

"Namarie."�

Naneth.

A/N : Told in the perspective of Eldarion, Elessar & Arwen's eldest son. Kinda wondered how would a child feel when his otherworldly mother who doesn't exude mortality forsakes life. I'm well aware that Eldarion was a fully grown married adult, but if your own Mom opted for euthanasia, how'd you feel?