Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol  

Anto (mouth)

To go is to leave

(No warnings.  Drabble)

Finduilas heeded little the words which fell from his lips, caring nothing for what promises or assurances were offered.  He spoke at length, yet for all that was said it was only to follow many paths to the same end: his leaving.

The pain which gripped her drowned out all else.  It was only when he had paused to wipe them away, thumb hovering at the edge of her mouth, that she realized her own tears and put voice to her grief.

“You go for your brother, and I cannot find fault in this.  But neither can I bear it.”