Many Journeys by Elleth

Out With Lanterns

Míriel and Indis, on a sad anniversary. For Tolkien Femslash Week on tumblr.

“Return swiftly,” Míriel said, standing by the loom, but her fingers rested, and she was glancing at the gathering dark outside the window. The Swallows’ Nest, the settlement of the Vanyar, was high on Taniquetil, above the cover of clouds. In clear nights the frosts bit, and Indis stood by the door without shawl or cloak, only a lantern in her hand.

“You worry,” Indis replied. More than Míriel, she turned to grief and solitude on the day of Finwë’s death, but now a smile eased some of the shadows from her face. “Do not. I will not abandon you.”

Chapter End Notes

The title is from Emily Dickinson ... and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.