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Note: This story is written based on the facts written by J.R.R Tolkien in Appendix A and B from Return of the King

Celebrian, Wife of Elrond and the Heir of Sauron

Fireweilder

Book One

" The Watch of Gondor has stopped but Sauron's men would have never had the time to put forth such an act against the free peoples of Middle Earth. Not so soon. Time is still left for one last travel."

Elrond smiled at his wife Celebrian, strong as in the days of elder. Though his heart felt something forewarned, he would not deny her one last travel. The second days of peace were ending. A new power, for good or evil, would rise and their age would end. To that there was no hope.

"Let her go Father," pleaded Arwen, "I see some terror in your eyes. That which I have never seen and hope never to see again. But let her go. Let her once more wander the woods of Lothlorien and wade the river Nimrode. Let her weariness be washed from her."

"Is it such horror to look upon Rivendell in spring that my kin decide to leave?" said Elrond, smiling at his child.

"Nay, but such wonders of this world can not be seen in one small place. The wonders are spread and wide so that one would never see them all," said Elladar, entering from inside with his brother Elrohir.

"And you Elrohir. What say to your mother's leave? Silence has befallen you on this matter?"

Elrohir had been staring out into the eastern clouds, as if to penetrate them. But not even Elven eyes could pierce ash and smoke, into the realm of Sauron. Too few wished to do so anyway. He tore his gaze away and turned as his name was called.

"Sorry, but something silences me on this matter. I fear for your return," he said crossing the floor to his mother's side. "But I see only longing in your eyes, so go. I can only bid thee a farewell and beg for your swift return."

With that, he turned toward Elrond and said, " I can only suggest an elven escort, led by Nirthen. Whispers speak evil of Redhorn Pass."

Hearing his son confirm his fears, Elrond followed his pass gaze and landed upon the East again. Sauron was stirring again. He didn't know it but he felt it. The servant of the first dark lord, Morgoth, had covered the land in such fear at the end of the second age. Such fear that the world could not survive another reign of his power. But perhaps the terror would come. Then that of Man, Dwarf and all the free people would join the dying race of elves.

" You shall see the glory of Lothlorien this spring, guided by which ever path you see fit," he said, turning from the darkness of east to his wife's immortal face. "But fly back with wind. It is a shame to miss even Rivendell in the spring."

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