Nimrodel stirred, and her grey eyes opened, and looked up at Amroth. His gaze met hers.
She spoke. "I thought I loved the stream more than anyone else ever could."
"You loved the stream for its own sake, " he said. "But I loved it for your sake. Which love was the greater, who can tell?"
"I loved the banks and the rocks, the trees and the pool, and the waterfalls. But you loved the water?"
"And the journey. The long, daring, self-forsaking journey."
"That is what you call me to now, is it not?"
He nodded. "Will you follow me as I followed you; will you seek me as I sought you." He spoke without fear, and she knew her own heart.
She closed her eyes again.
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