"Not." Petulant in his sleepiness. "Home is with Aunt Earwen. With Galadriel. With the cousins."

Softer. "Not with me"

He sleeps, but not even the comfort of Arafinwe's presence can ease the nightmares, not for long, and he wakes with a stifled scream, the noise of one who cannot, must not make a sound but who has to anyway. He wakes with his brother's name on his lips.

"Nyelo!"