He wished she'd look at him... He'd missed her eyes. He'd missed her. But he could understand why, and then she did look up. France sighed quietly and leaned into her hand again.
"As long as the French people remain, so must I. After... I do not know. Perhaps the elf you knew may return, if the Valar permit. Until then, all his memories remain within me."
He couldn't say his personality was the same - though he could feel that part of himself reappear. With her. With Maglor. He'd tell her about Maglor later, when she'd had the chance to adjust a little.
"Eärwen... You are my heart. The heart of France, and of Arafinwë."
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Date: 2015-03-20 03:28 am (UTC)"As long as the French people remain, so must I. After... I do not know. Perhaps the elf you knew may return, if the Valar permit. Until then, all his memories remain within me."
He couldn't say his personality was the same - though he could feel that part of himself reappear. With her. With Maglor. He'd tell her about Maglor later, when she'd had the chance to adjust a little.
"Eärwen... You are my heart. The heart of France, and of Arafinwë."