My thanks to
Mouse for beta-reading and also to Furius for the nit-picking. ;)
One Whom I Loved
She was a mere child when I first laid my eyes on her. A raggedy child at that,
with her flaxen hair dishevelled and her Mannish clothing long since tattered.
Her form like a windblown flower, slender and supple.
But to this I paid no heed, for her eyes had
enraptured me. Despite her age, I could see innocence lost, and a long-nurtured
hostility to all others save her kin.
Yet it was this seeming maturity that fascinated me, for I knew little of the
Edain, and I grudgingly gave her my respect. But when our eyes met, I did not
show it, and in my heart I named her adaneth .
Swiftly did the seasons pass, and within a few years of the Sun did my mortal
child blossom. Her golden hair was long and wavy, and her body was as lithe as
that of an elven maid. But her eyes remained ever hostile, and thus did my adaneth
bloom into a frozen flower, fair but cold.
Ever did I watch my adaneth, and I knew she sensed my eyes on her, but
she said naught of it to me, till one fateful day.
On that day did she wander off by herself, in silent rebellion, from the city
of Menegroth. And out of the curiosity stirred up in my heart, I followed close
She led me to the edge of the borders of Menegroth, and stood still by the
silver trunk of a towering tree. Abruptly did she turn, and I sensed her grey
eyes upon me.
I stopped walking, and slowly lifted my head to meet her eyes, cool blue 
against intense silver, and I was nearly come undone by her tenacity. I willed
myself to hold her gaze, for was I not one of the Eldar, a noble elf of
Doriath, and she but one of the Atani, of the Sickly?
But she was also a child of Húrin, of the House of Hador of the Edain, and the
blood of her forefathers flowed strongly in her. Much was said between our
hearts during the long moments we stood by that tree, and yet I cannot now
remember what words were exchanged.
She it was who looked away first, and an overwhelming sense of concern washed
over me, breaking me from the deep trance in which she held me.
"Mablung," she called, and I jerked in surprise, for never before had
she spoken to one other than her mother, and it pleased me that my name should
have been the first to be spoken by her lips.
"Mablung," she said again, and I relished the deep wont of her voice,
which was yet melodic in its speaking. "Come not to me."
And thus was my silent pleasure rudely put to an end, and confusion reigned in
my thoughts, for I understood not her words.
"I am mortal, and fell will be the love between one of my people, and one
of yours, for it is like a like a flame, with heat and power, yet fragile and
short-lived. This is fell. Come not to me."
With those words did she walk away, and never again did she look to me, the
When the Lady of Dor-lómin  chose to go from Doriath my King did not seek to
hinder her path, and instead, sent me to guide her.
Thus I went, thinking my adaneth safe in Menegroth, for through she
would not acknowledge my love, it was her that my heart chose.
But when it was revealed that she had secretly come with us, I was dismayed,
and my heart broke to see her fair face in the desolate lands we walked upon.
When my gaze passed to her eyes, grey as a stormy sky, I knew that she would
never again step into the caves of Doriath as a living woman.
And still would she not look to me.
But it was not the last I saw of her. Again in Amon Ethir did I behold her
beautiful face once more, but looking into her eyes, I knew that this was not
my adaneth I gazed at, but I living ghost of the fiery woman I had
I spoke to her, but words came not from her lips, and it
hurt me to see her such. I took her hands in mine, and let their coldness
dissipate in my warmth. She stirred and allowed me to gently guide her away,
but only if my hand held hers.
It grieved me to no end to see my beloved with her fire
quenched, but naught did I say, for I was glad to have her with me, and I would
only have her safe.
But a grievous thing had occurred along the way, and my adaneth,
in her madness, left me forever, and I missed the comfort of having her hand
Long has it been since my adaneth left me, yet it is only now that the
curse of Hurin is made meaningful to my heart.
My love is lost, and my fate is sealed, for I also have been meshed in the doom
of the Children of Húrin  and thus has one whom I loved snatched been from
my grasp forever.
And now I stand by the tomb of the Children of Húrin, mourning the loss of my adaneth.
But Nienor Níniel rests not there, and none now know where her swift feet have
led her thither.
 Adaneth =
 With regards
to the matter of eye colour, it has been assumed that Sindar have blue eyes.
Feel free to rebuke me.
 Lady of
Dor-lómin: Morwen, Hurin's wife.
 " for I
also… Children of Hurin" : As taken from the Narn I Hin Hurin, Unfinished