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The Noldo stepped up the stone stairs. They were cold against her bare feet. She looked up. Golden leaves spread eternally, like lightning streams, along the sky. Under the canopy of white trees as tall as towers, she looked in front of her. Standing there, the Light of the Two Trees in her eyes, was a legend.
Tolmen awoke on a stone bench in a dark corner of the hall of fire, the hall empty aside from the dying embers of the fire even the ever present Gilfiniel and Sogadan had sought their beds.
"When the Traitor and I spent time together, building that hut and building a runaway life, we…. We wanted to make it as official as possible. We… I… Mythrenniel, I'm pregnant."
No matter how much time ran forward, she was still aching for the greatest meager six hundred years of her life. Now, however, the further time moved forward, the further away it was...