Nerdanel the Wise, they call her, who turned from her husband's path. Nerdanel the Widow, Nerdanel the Faithful, who stayed when her family went.
But Nerdanel herself does not feel wise - if she was truly wise, surely, she could have found another road?
She is faithful, yes, but not the way they mean it, when they call her that. The Ages pass, the years rolling by unnoticed by most, and Nerdanel's home fills with statues of the lost as she waits. In the days of their youth their love was as fire, hot and heady and reckless. In the ashes of what their marriage became though, Nerdanel waits, tending the embers of what was and hoping.
One day, maybe, her boys will come home. One day, maybe, her husband, also.
Nerdanel is Faithful - in more ways than one.
Slowly, one by one, the Halls release their dead. And then, one day... the news is brought to her, that at last, her final hope is revealed.
She stands at the Gates of Return and waits, hands twisting around themselves, and waits to see what her own heart will say, when confronted with the impossible.
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But Nerdanel herself does not feel wise - if she was truly wise, surely, she could have found another road?
She is faithful, yes, but not the way they mean it, when they call her that. The Ages pass, the years rolling by unnoticed by most, and Nerdanel's home fills with statues of the lost as she waits. In the days of their youth their love was as fire, hot and heady and reckless. In the ashes of what their marriage became though, Nerdanel waits, tending the embers of what was and hoping.
One day, maybe, her boys will come home. One day, maybe, her husband, also.
Nerdanel is Faithful - in more ways than one.
Slowly, one by one, the Halls release their dead. And then, one day... the news is brought to her, that at last, her final hope is revealed.
She stands at the Gates of Return and waits, hands twisting around themselves, and waits to see what her own heart will say, when confronted with the impossible.