"Need it be so?" Mithalwen answered him silently - if any in the inn had been interested in the travellers it would have been a strange sight, the elf and the dunadan, passing thought from mind to mind eyes flickering.
" You have only rejected a kind of love you could not have possibly accepted. The bonds of kinship run deep, she may have sensed the connection between you at a deep level and interpreted it in the only way that made sense to her. Once she knows the blood connection she will be able to interpret he feelings correctly. Yes she is hurt... but that is better than indifferent. She has shown compassion for your plight not knowing that she might be its balm.... if you will, I will speak to her for you for it would be natural for her to vent her shock in anger and it is better if that is not directed at you. This might end well ... Aman has a brave spirit and a generous heart. trust her" These last words Mithalwen had spoken aloud.
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
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