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Anairë | The Silmarillion (anaire) wrote in thefeanorians,

Anairë was not aware of that disconnect herself; she felt strangely tuned to this strange, noble elf's moods. But what could she do about it? How could she truly be herself when so much depended on this wedding going perfectly? Ai, but it was making her heart ache to be so dull. Because...that wasn't who she was. And a growing part of her didn't want him to think that was all there was of her.

Her smile faded a little, and she trailed off into silence - a silence she wanted desperately to break. She was relieved when he spoke, but the question made her blush a little.

"No..." she said carefully. "I haven't seen the point. I've never...I've never been much of a romantic. I mean, I suppose when I was very young I used to dream of falling in love and having a big fancy wedding, but as I grew up...well, such things are beyond my means. And I've started to think that maybe I'm supposed to take care of my family, instead of getting married myself. And I don't mind so much. I mean, they're dear to me. And love...isn't for everyone. Not everyone finds someone special, and yet they can still be happy despite that." She trailed off, but this time into her own mind, thoughtfully. "But I always wanted children..." She smiled a bit sadly, but turned back to him with a gentle smile. "But I have nieces and nephews. And that will be good enough."