Fluttering heart. Shortness of breath. Butterflies in the stomach. Perhaps love was a disease, Theo thought. But it was certainly a nice disease to have.
He smiled at his companions. Rose was crouched down, pointing out a nightingale to his nieces. She brushed a curl from her face. The sun was dipping below the horizon and the light made her red hair flame.
Rose stood up, taking Eoleof and Stel's hands, and turned to him. She gave him a brilliant smile.
Theo smiled back and thanked all of the Valar--and Queen Arwen, too--that he had his love back.