[She closes her eyes, letting him hold her, to murmur sweet words. Never had she stopped loving him either, which made his absence feel all the more bitter.]

I was certain this day would never come. I felt your light go out of the world. I have missed you so, my Fëanáro. And you are still as beautiful as the day I lost you.

[She sighs softly at the touch of his lips upon her ear, chaste but yet terribly sensual. Yes, she has missed this too. And though their Years of the Children are long behind them, she is reminded of her longing to reunite with her husband, to renew their marriage again, if only once more. But then he asks of their sons, and her eyes open again.]

They follow their own interests, as they always have, Maedhros especially, but neither he not Makalaurë are ever too far that I cannot reach them if I must, and indeed, should it be by moonlight, it is never long before Makalaurë comes, his brother at his side, if I ask them to come to me. The youngest four I've heard no news of at all. I do not believe they have ever come here. But... Tyelkormo... He... He... [She cannot bring herself to say the words right now, and she buries her face against his neck.]