Living in the shadows, beneath the trees and within the caves, was something Aredhel adapted to easier than she would have expected. The sun had always seemed less familiar to her, and the nightly walks beneath the stars with her husband rekindled her love for the time of the trees, when the stars were visible both day and night and the world was a calmer, more peaceful place.
It depressed her at times, but not for the reason that Eol might have thought. She was not unhappy to be with him, but rather, that they could not have met in Valinor, that he could not have been there. Perhaps, had that been the case, they might be there still, and the shadow would not be.
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Aredhel