Disclaimer: I do not own the silver-haired elven-maid (Celebrían) nor her shadowy-haired lord (Elrond) nor the Blessed Realm nor the Sundering Seas. I don't even own the form of poetry, which is a pre-determined sonnet.
Amid the light of golden Elvenhome
By flowing Sea there stood an elf-maid fair:
She gazed beyond the sund'ring waters' foam
As wind 'round ivory skin blew silver hair.
Alone she waited ever gazing East
Though Blesséd Realm lay shining to the West:
But joys she did not taste nor join the feast
Until fulfilled could be her one request.
She dreamed of shad'wy hair and piercing eyes;
She knew the touch of love's most gentle hands;
The sea-foam's spray was witness to her sighs
As knelt she did on alabaster sands.
She knew her lord would come o'er waters wide
That she at last to joy turn by his side.
A/N: If you need a refresher on the story of Elrond and Celebrían, here it is in brief: together they lived in Rivendell during the long years of peace, but darkness began to gather. When Celebrían was travelling to Lothlorien to visit her parents Celeborn and Galadriel she was captured by orcs in the mountain passes and there put to torture. She was rescued in body by her sons Elladan and Elrohir, but her spirit could not be saved even by Master Elrond, her husband and the greatest healer on Middle-earth. She began to fade, and sailed to the Blesséd Realm to be healed. There she waited through the years until at last Elrond and the rest of High Elven-kin on Middle-earth sailed after the War of the Ring at the end of the Third Age. Naught is told of their reuniting, but surely even Elvenhome itself has seldom seen the like.
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