A Homely House, A Happy House
It was the sound of laughter that woke her.
Her home was a happy house, but the weight of the past and the future rested on it; a sombre responsibility at the best of times.
Now, her doll clutched firmly in her arms, Arwen followed the sound of laughter. But when she reached the Hall of Fire, the room was silent.
Arwen’s eyes grew very round. Her Ada was standing there! He was going to sing!
Much later, strong arms picked up an elfling who had fallen asleep hidden away in a corner and carried her away, back to bed.