Treasured Trees of Valinor

by Opalescent

The time of the elves is ending and the last three elves of Rivendell are leaving. Elrond, Glorfindel and Erestor. Hearts are light as they await the familiar faces of those lost to them but what will Elrond do when he finds his beloved in the arms of ano

Glorfindel turned and looked as his lord and friend headed towards him, a large smile on his face. That afternoon Elrond, Glorfindel and Erestor would be leaving the shores of Middle Earth forever. The twins would following soon after with Haldir, Celeborn and Galadriel. But now was not about them, it was about the three lords of the, now dead, elven realm of Imladris.

The golden lord smiled as he watched how light hearted his friends seemed, especially Elrond. He himself was feeling airy about the prospect of seeing his friends from Gondolin especially, his stomach did a flip, Ecthelion, his best friend. He stepped aboard the gleaming white ship and watched silently as the land of middle earth, one he had fought to save, faded from view, floating into the distance.