The Angel I Gave Away

by SecretlyInInk

He lived through his mother's torture. He lived through Arador's death. He even lived through the War of the Ring. Yet it may be his own daughter who breaks the will of Elrohir.

Author's Note: Writing this made me cry. For those of you who will not be able to tell, this is Elrohir's mind, in the days when he gave his daughter Ellabrían's hand to Legolas of the Green Wood. And yes, I know it's extremely short.

Disclaimer: I make no claims to owning Lord of the Rings. I also can not claim the song that inspired this, though you would never guess it if I did not tell you now. Hospital Bed Crawl by the Hush Sound.

Rivendell: FA 107

When I was young, I never thought I would have children. I would never marry, because I would never be as close with an elleth as I was with Elladan. My twin. My mirror. My other half.

When I married, I never thought I would be able to love someone as much as I did then. She became my world, my rock when all else fell.

When I became a father, I never thought that someday my children would grow up. Someday, they would make their own decisions, and live lives that involved me less with each passing winter. Never thought there would be anyone they loved more than the love they had for me. I was her father, how could she ever forget me, and fall into the arms of a lover?

I remember that day clearly, the day I had to give her up. She was beautiful, and her eyes were filled with joy. So should I not be joyous too, if he was truly what she wanted? Yet my own eyes filled with tears, and more than ever I wished she was still a tiny girl, that I could hold upon my lap and tell stories to.

He was an honorable man, the elf that stole my daughter's heart. Wise and kind, and able to protect her the way I had for so long. So they had my blessings, if not my happiness.

I'll never forget the look on her face when he took her hand in his own. Truly, I had never seen a love so pure, even my own, or that of my parents. Here was something so untainted by hurts, so trusting, so definite. He would give his life for her, if ever the need. And each day she would be by his side. By the side of her husband, but no longer by the side of the one who had loved her first. Never by the side of her father, who had calmed her fears and soothed her pain.

When I lost my baby girl, I never thought it would be for good.

Notes on the Elvish:
Elleth: Female Elf