A/N: Not inspired by any particular quote from THE SILMARILLION, but I can't see that Elwing wouldn't wonder and worry about her children in Middle-earth, especially on what would have been a special day had they been together.

Dreaming

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Elwing lay back on the jeweled sands and gazed up at the starry night sky, blowing a kiss towards Vingilot and her husband.  Menelmacar strode into the heavens at the eastern horizon, followed by faithful Heluin. Sadness welled up within her breast as she wondered if her young sons could see the Swordsman as well.  They'd be ten years old on the morrow.  She silenced the insidious inner voice that added "if they yet live".  Closing her eyes she slipped onto the Path of Dreams, to seek out the flicker of a fire, a song, and their yearned-for twin faces.