I wonder if the Valar really understand love.
I say, with fair certainty, they do not have a clue. Gladly I would take both Miriel and Indis as wife; I would treat them both the same, for I love them both. I would wait for Miriel to heal, and welcome her with open arms. What difference should it make that I should need a bigger bed then, to accommodate all three of us?
But, no. Choose, they say. Decide, their voices thunder. I begin to understand what wise little Feanor believes: What need have we for these rules, imposed by them upon us? Can we not govern ourselves, and better still than what they might offer?
My heart is heavy to make such a choice.
Story Notes:
This collection is being written as a combination challenge from the April Fools challenge and the shortfic_500 challenge.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Finwe, contemplating love