Title: Mourning
Author: amber
Beta: Oli
Rating: G
Character: Elrond
Disclaimer: Belongs to Tolkien; I am just borrowing the characters.
Summary: Elrond's feelings as his wife sails.
Mourning
He should be mourning he thought to himself as he watched the ship sail away with his wife. He knew his children thought that he did not care. His son's were burning with rage and his daughter had retreated into herself. He could not even shed a tear. He had heard the whispers in the halls and behind closed doors when no one thought he was listening. He knew everyone thought he was made of stone that he didn't care. He could be as kind as anything they thought, but don't ask him to show emotions. They thought he had none.
But how could he explain? While a tragedy to them, this was nothing new to him. Everyone he had loved in some small way had been lost at one time or another. What was one more? He would be more surprised now if it did not happen. To him mourning was a waste of time, for he expected to loose everyone. Turning, he saw the accusations in their eyes. They were mourning, why couldn't he?