Astronomy

Father and son walked through the darkened gardens, settling on an expanse of lawn clear of trees, where they could gaze upwards.   Stars shone in the heavens like diamonds against black velvet – yet far more beautiful.

“Ada?  What are the stars?”  The child wriggled onto his father’s lap, leaning against him sleepily. 

“The stars?   They were put there by Elbereth for us to see their beauty.”

The child stretched out his hand, reaching upwards.  “I wish I could go there,” he said wistfully, “and explore.”

“Eärendil the explorer?  Who knows?”  Tuor smiled.  “You could be anything you want, my son.”

Author’s Notes:  For the ‘Astronomy’ challenge on Tolkien Weekly