Ingwë's Choice

"Me? But--," the golden-haired Quendi began to protest, but was silenced when Imin, the first of the Firstborn, laid the tips of his fingers on Ingwë's lips, hushing him.

"You will be the best one to do this. I know that you will… be objective when you report back to us. You will not let your personal feelings unfairly colour what you must tell us about where you are going."

Elindis, Ingwë's wife, moved beside her husband, and softly said, "Lord Oromë is waiting to hear if you are coming."

He respectfully bowed his head to the Vala. "Yes."

A/N:  Inspired by my research into the Great Journey of the Elves to Valinor for another unpublished work-in-progress.  Also fits the Tolkien Tango Prompt #16:  APPOINTED.