The mother struggles to fit the white garments on her wriggling son, explaining once again the importance of the day.
"We are going to the Hallow of Eru to offer praise. It is so holy that none but the King may speak, and he only on feastdays."
The child looks up at her. "But Father is not coming."
The woman's hands still momentarily. "No." He tries again to escape, and she pulls him back. "Perhaps when you are King, you will speak there."
The child's grey eyes darken. Perhaps he sees more of what will be than his mother knows.
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