Disclaimer:  See chapter 1

Upon the Hills of Hithlum

“It pains me to leave you thus, my lord…”

“It would hurt me more to know that you two were not safe. It is better this way…”

She knows how his tender heart aches, and how ghosts at Barad Eithel will disturb him more than he would ever care to admit.

The moment has come and the High King kisses his wife’s hand, not trusting his voice; everything has been said before, and words are not needed when hearts are bleeding.

So now Fingon stands still and silent, watching, as two more pieces of his heart disappear from his life.

A/N:  Cause sometimes we know it’s forever, but we refuse to let show…

word count 100. Nov 2004