Summary: Her spirit as broken as her body had once been, there had been little else but to take the journey over the sea.
Universe
: Books
Author's Note
: I hope this seems… right for Elrond's point of view. I didn't think him to be one to emote too much.
Disclaimer
: I don't own Lord of the Rings.


She has gone away, she has passed beyond, her soul drifting on, to the kingdoms in the sea…

His memory of her is of one so lovely that, even so many years, it is difficult to believe her to be real and not some distant wraith or dream. And, after so many years, Celebrían's loveliness is such that Elrond can still remember her vividly, the memories passing down to him at the slightest recall like the soft snows of winter, easy and gentle.

But all the memory found there is of her fear and pain at the last, and though he was able to heal her wounds, what troubled Celebrían so greatly was that which Elrond could not reach, could not heal by any means known to him. Not by medicine, and not by love.

Celebrían had… dreams. Dreams, chimeras, nightmares, so intense that to her they were no different from the waking world. When she was locked in these dreams, she could not be woken and her eyes, open and distraught would dart in terror around whatever room she found herself in, until she awoke. And then, the nightmares simply transferred themselves over into the waking world.

Eventually, as broken in spirit and in mind as she had once been in body, Celebrían begged her husband to allow her to take the journey to the Blessed Realms, where maybe her spirit and mind would again find rest, and comfort and safety.

Though it grieved him to admit it, Elrond could see that there was nothing else that would bring Celebrían comfort. Not even the presence of their children could bring her peace; all, from Elrohir and Elladan to Arwen were, as their father, distressed by their inability and their happiness to heal the wounds on Celebrían's heart. Galadriel, though her distress would never show from behind the stately mask of her face, felt the same.

So it was, with a heavy heart, that Elrond saw Celebrían off at the Grey Havens, and watched, silent, as the ship disappeared into the misty horizon.

Decades, even centuries later, the memory of her is still a deep impression upon Elrond's mind. Celebrían, the Silver Queen, Celebrían of the shining hair and the laughing eyes, until the orcs took her, and in a way, never returned her to him.

Celebrían, whom he will always love. Celebrían whose memory lives on in Rivendell even if her name is no longer spoken by the residents, out of their grief for her.

Celebrían, who has passed on, her soul journeying beyond, to the far-distant kingdoms in the sea.