Namarie
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Rating:
G.Summary:
Because he loves her he must let her go. Elrond/Celebrían. 100-word drabble written for the challenge on HWM.Feedback:
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I am cast to the four winds, brought low by despair. I shall be
nothing when she is gone, and indeed I fear that her soul already
soars out across the western seas, lost to me. She lies in my arms,
her scarred skin warm to my touch and her heart beating against mine,
but she is not truly here. What am I without you, my silver queen,
except the most wretched of creatures? You have been my strength, my
wisdom, through years uncounted, but now I must let you go. I must
face the darkness alone. Namarie, Celebrían.
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