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~Translation from Elven to English: :

*Mela en' coiamin "My love"

*Erulissë, "Fairest Elven child"

*Vanlanthiriel "Beautiful waterfall."

*Vandui "Greetings."

~Ladystarlet09 here, I am glad that you readers are greatly enjoying the updates of The Gift of Love. Keep reviewing and reading as always! Sorry that I have been taking so long in updating. Been very, very busy with college and getting my homework done on time. Here is the newest update. Hope you like this one.

"My lord, word has arrived from the golden realm of the lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn." Glorfindel announced as he walked into the study room where the said lord was currently sitting at his desk amid tall stacks of papers that seemed to conceal his form.

"Thank you, Glorfindel," Elrond's voice answered in reply from behind the tall stacks. "It is always good to hear from the in-laws when you least expect it."

The blond elf had to crane his head to one side so he could get a good view of the lord of Rivendell. With pursed lips, he tapped the scroll between his fair hands as silence fell between them for a long moment, with only the soft scratching noise of Elrond's quill upon paper as the only noise within the room.

"Er," Coughed Glorfindel abruptly. "Do you wish for me to put it someplace where you will take the time to read it?"

The quill stopped for a moment mid-stroke. "That would be fine. Just put it on the mantle piece and I will read it once I am done with this blasted paperwork."

Trying not to laugh, the barlog slayer did as he was asked and softly left Elrond to his work. It wasn't really sure what was going on right now, but it seemed as of late, his dear friend was more and more busier then normal with paperwork and running his household at the same time. Ever since the ring-bearer had left with the other eight walkers, things had seemed to somehow slowed down here and there as they waited for the final outcome of Frodo's success.

Arwen had come back to her home after receiving a vision of her future and made her father reforge the ancient blade of the king of Gondor once more. Her twin brothers were busy right now, heading northward to intercept the army of Rohan and cast Aragorn onto the dreaded path of the dead so that the prophesies of his forefathers would come true.

So many things were happening and all of their hope and desperation laid on a single halfling from the Shire who carried the One ring around his neck. So easily he can at anytime submit to the power of the ring, so easily can he turn away from his single mission and allow the Dark Lord to find him and take it from him for his own evil devises.

So easily-

"Ah, there you are, Lord Glorfindel! I was just looking for you." Bilbo's cheery voice suddenly broke through the elf lord's deep thoughts. Looking down at the old hobbit, more bent with age, whiter hair and a little more slower, Glorfindel couldn't help but be marveled by Bilbo's still energetic moods and his ways of speech when it came to general talk of home and the life of living in such a wonderful place such as the hidden valleys of Rivendell itself.

He still remembered the very night the hobbit had suddenly arrived, much out of breath because he had said that he was late for supper and had missed two of his in-between-meals along the way, before promptly passing out on a bed in one of the guest rooms after Elrond had a servant show him to the room for the night.

Gandalf wasn't kidding around at all when he said hobbits were the most remarkable creatures ever set upon Middle Earth and that they were very hardy indeed when it came down to food, good ale, song and don't forget the weed of to everyone's shock, Bilbo was the one running out of smoke weed almost every week because he smoked so much.

"Is there something wrong, my lord?" Bilbo asked tentatively while he took a couple of wobbly steps forward with the aid of his cane. "Perhaps a nice talk next to warm fire and perhaps some wine will help get your busy mind off for a little bit?"

Glorfindel smiled warmly upon the kind hobbit and shook his golden head. "No, I was just remembering that it didn't seem that long ago when you first had entered this land so many lives ago." He replied softly. "If I might add," He chuckled as he helped steadied him with a guiding hand on his shoulder. "You looked rather at home amide the company of dwarfs and a lone wizard."

"It wasn't a nice ride out in the park, if I might add to that note, Glorfindel." Bilbo snorted indigently. "I had to endure rainy days and nights, biting insects that would drink and eat your skin off your very bones if they could, bickering dwarfs and trolls. If you are calling that a good thing, I assure you that wasn't the case when I first started out!"

Meanwhile back at Elrond's office, the dark haired elven lord let out a small sigh as he rolled up the parchment paper and put it in a box on top of the mantle piece. It looked like they were going to be playing the waiting game for the time being until he got more word from Erynion. It felt strange hearing from the former march warden after eighteen years and Elrond didn't know at the time of how to take until Erynion had made mention of returning home finally after all this time.

Even more surprising is the fact that he had sired a daughter with Alexandria, but that they were not currently together because of unknown circumstances of which he didn't want to speak of yet. Nonetheless, Elrond, being relived, quickly offered his assistance in the aid of helping him readjust to being back home.

"If only we weren't in this war right now, he would be returning home to a world in peace." Elrond said softly to himself as he walked outside to his balcony and gazed at the bright stars above. "So many things have changed or have faded into mere memory. How will you adjust when our people have taken the white ships into the west? Is your heart still lingering in that world of which you followed your life mate?"

Things were going to be very interesting once Erynion and Haldir returned home. Even more so with the fact that his half-elven child was going to be in his company as well. What her purpose was in Middle Earth, Elrond couldn't see her future right now because he hadn't yet been acquainted with her. But something told his wise mind that she was the main reason why her father had decided to return.

For good or for bad, both father and daughter were leaving and arriving to a new world that was fighting for control and freedom and will eventually have to decide at what point does regrets start playing a big role when you see death everywhere amid war and darkness?

Would Erynion's daughter be strong enough to face it on her own?

Elrond closed his eyes and prayed to the Valar that they would at least take pity upon them both, because bittersweet love was the ultimate price to pay for being an immortal being.

"Valar, those who watch over the people whom you have created into song and from those songs, you have breathed the light and air. Please watch over Erynion as he comes back home to this world that has been greatly changed. I know not of what has happened since he left Middle Earth, but something tells me that he is full of pain and heartbreak. I beg of you to find someway of forgiving Erynion for whatever it is that he offended you and allow him some sort of peace into the Undying lands of our people. And as for his daughter, I can only ask that you too bless her with the same grace for she will undergo great changes that will effect her decision of which race does she choose to live the rest of her life. I don't want him to having to bear the heartbreak of what I am going through with my beloved Evenstar. No father, immortal or not, should be sundered from their child amid war and turmoil."

Even for him, letting go of Arwen so that she could be with Aragorn, was heartbreaking in that of itself. But even if he fought against her decisions, the only ending result would be that neither would be able to stay together and she would end up dying from a broken heart and her spirit would fade into the halls of Mandos for all eternity until the end of time, and he, Lord Elrond, would have to live with that for his own eternal life.

"Ada?"

Elrond looked up to find his daughter standing under the doorway with a sadden look. She came over to him and embraced him tightly as she laid her fair head upon his breast. "Don't let your heart be filled with sadness, ada." She said softly as he embraced her back. "It was my choice to become a mortal for the love that I hold for Aragorn within my heart."

"But it still very much a bitter cup that I must endure either way, my Arwen." Elrond replied as he kissed her brow. "We will be forever sundered by the waters of the western shores of Middle Earth and that of the west."

Arwen smiled. "But you will forever be in my heart, even when I begin to fade once Aragorn's spirit has passed into the halls of Mandos to await for me there. My love for you, ada, will be just as strong and powerful as the love I bear for him."

She looked up with him at the bright stars in silence for a moment before continuing on. "I know that also Erynion's heart has been dealt a rather hard blow as of late, but think of the joy he has right now of the Valar allowing him to return back home after so long. And even his daughter is being allowed to come as well."

Elrond let out a tired sigh. "If only I could foresee the future for them both, only then will I be able to relax my mind with the knowledge he will no longer suffer with emotional pain."

Arwen bowed her head. "Even the best of our people who have the gift of foresight, ada, cannot always foresee everything." With that said, she withdrew from the room to continue on working on the secret gift that she hoped would be put into use, should the ring-bearer be successful on his quest.

Taking a deep breath, Elrond turned back to his desk littered with the paperwork that he had to get done before that call would come again to his mind. Better to occupy the waiting period until then. Going back to his seat, he smiled to himself and quickly continued on with his private affairs as the early evening slowly passed into night, leaving only the sound of falling waterfalls and the fair voices of his people who dwelt in his household, rising to meet the stars and mood with song and cheer.