Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol

Noldo (one of the Noldor)

The last son
(No warnings.  Drabble)

Indis tucked the golden hairs behind her son’s ear.  Every babe she had nursed asleep in her arms had felt so impossibly tiny for the world, yet each had grown, becoming strong in their own ways.  So, too, would he: wise and kind.

“My Ingoldo.”  She pressed a kiss to his temple and he stirred only enough to resume his suckling.  “I see a crown upon thy head, yet such visions trouble my heart.  Wherefor thou?  What hath fate prepared for thy brother?”

She knew not, but fate would be as it must.

“Wiser than thy kin must thou be.”