Regrets by ford_of_bruinen

I see her hair
bent over the stone
trying to lure out
another likeness
of the sons she lost,
the daughters she never had
and I wonder
should I have kept her
from this place,
from my apprentices
locked like a jewel
in my house,
never allowing the son of Finwe
to set eyes on her
and love her strength?

I see him
in the corner of my eyes,
watching me.
That now ever-present frown
marring his brow,
fingers running
through his beard.
This careful man,
quiet
ever mindful of my feelings
is not the father I remember.
Where is his strength,
his temper and his booming laughter?
Did I fail him that badly,
by failing as a wife,
a mother,
is his disappointment that deep,
that rooted?

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