A Light That Never Goes Out by gaydhros  

A Light That Never Goes Out

There is a lamp in Lómion’s bedroom that Aredhel does not allow to go out. It burns day and night, a yellow beacon in the dark that promises, You will be welcome here. There is healing to be found. You need only come.

Aredhel does not know if Lómion is watching. The Halls can do little for one unwilling to be healed, and already Lómion has spent longer with Mandos than most. Aredhel knows her son, knows his stubbornness and obstinance and ruinous pride, for they were once her own.

Lómion may never be ready. He may never return to her. It is a terrible, agonizing truth, but it is one she must live with. Her son may never come, but if he does, he will have a place at Aredhel’s table. He will have a bedroom of his own in this little house she caused to be built a few leagues beyond Tirion.

Lómion did much in his life that is unthinkable. Much that is unforgivable. Some days the pain of it is enough to bring Aredhel to her knees. And yet, the path of healing and atonement will remain open to him. The light will never go out.

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