Home of the Heart
“Recite to me verses of Aman,” he asked. “Aman, the Blessed Realm, the Undying Lands, our home beyond the Sundering Seas.”
Tradition demanded that songs were sung tonight: of Aman, their home, and of their guardians, the Valar.
At first his sons’ voices were faint and hesitating, then, as they realized he would not interrupt them, they grew brighter and clearer with growing self-assurance.
Yet they had never seen Aman.
It was invisible to their hearts.
He heard it in their voices.
He saw it in their eyes.
And if he was honest, it had become invisible to him, too.