All he ever wanted

Cimorene sat up. She ran out of the room and straight into Erestor, who was running down the hall towards their bedchamber.

"Cimorene, she just--" Erestor started to say.

"Did you just leave her in there alone?" Cimorene asked franticly.

"No, Elrond was in there with me when she started having seizures. He is in there now."

Cimorene opened the door and rushed to the bedside. Then it truly hit her. Her baby was gone. Dead and not coming back. In addition, she knew who did it. Cimorene walked briskly out of the room and to her bedchamber. She pulled Andrúil out from under the bed, and made to leave the room. Glorfindel blocked her way.

"Move."

"No, I'm not going to move. Give me the sword."

"Fine then." Cimorene said, handing him the sword. She orbed down to the dungeons, where to her amazement, the Valar sat.

"Ah, Cimorene." Manwë said, "We have already solved your problem. He has been banished back to Arda, and is not allowed in Valinor."

"Hannon lle." Cimorene said. "Nevertheless, it does not bring my daughter back."

"No it will not." Varda said, "but it will help you in other ways. You will realize that soon enough."

In a flash, the Valar had disappeared. Cimorene pondered over Varda's words, yet not quite able to figure them out.

The day of the funeral was long and hot. The sun bore down on the elves, most taking no notice of it.

"Cimorene, are you alright?" Erestor asked, "You are quite pale."

"Erestor, we are burying my daughter. How else would I look?"

When they sealed the tomb, Cimorene swayed on her feet.

"Catch her!" Someone shouted.

No one did. She hit the floor. Hard.