Rings

The Valar have been kind. Namo held me only a short while, or so he said.

Father kept them for me. I left them in the Square, with my heart.

He told me she wept when I did not return with him from Aqualonde. She did not weep when he told her I had died.

I hold them in my hand and look at my rings. My heart says to go.

Folly, my mind says. Folly it may be. But I must go. I must See. I cannot be true to myself and wonder. Now, I must return to her.