Long have I felt the weight of Barahir's ring. I have borne that burden, and that of Isildur's legacy, since Elrond revealed my heritage to me nigh three decades ago.
Now she stands before me: my love, my life, my Úndomiel. She grasps my rough hands in her soft ones. A simple silver band rests where none lay before, balancing the weight of destiny.
Long years may pass before this trothplighting becomes yet more; until that day, I shall remember this midsummer. Winter winds may yet bite, but I shall recall her hands' warmth. Joy now intermingles with toil.
This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.