DarknessEver since the birth of the twins, Nerdanel had been haunted by some inexplicable feeling. She would look at themthe two young redheads attached at the hipsand it would overcome her again. In her very deepest heart there would be a darkness writhing just beneath her calm façade, screaming that something was wrong. The thick tension in the air grew by the day, and it never left her alone, that feeling that something terrible was on the brink of fruitation...And then she would see those all those smiling young facesher dear, beloved sonsand wish never to let them go. Every time they left her sight
"You are merely being overprotective" Fëanáro would tell her, but she knew it wasn't so. His silver eyes would meet hers, and he would remember the day they were born as if it were yesterday, just as she did. But he would never admit that her words had struck a chord within him.
That Summer in RivendellWarm sunlight streamed downFrom the leafy canopyA thousand shades of greenAs water glittered along its courseAnd fell shimmering into its crystal basinA soft breeze whisperedThrough the boughs of ancient oaksAnd beneath these treesTwo lovers walkedAnd sang in clear elven voicesAnd vows they made:Never to partThat summer in Rivendell