A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry it took so long to get this chapter posted, but I needed to figure some things out. That being said, I am making up Elvish funeral traditions as I go, and I hope I haven't offended anyone. I have decided to try and make the traditions a little different for every realm, and so I hope you like it. All the other chapters are written, they just need to be proofread and edited, and then I will post them. Hopefully, they'll all be up by the end of the weekend. We'll see!

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Eorl returned to Aldburg before the elves reached Lothlórien and only a few days before Cirion and his men arrived in Minas Tirith. When he arrived it was a rather quiet affair, as he was bringing news that was both good and saddening.

The freed prisoners were immediately seen to: they were fed and housed with what few family and friends they had in Aldburg before they returned to their homes.

Those that had become prisoners in the process of bringing down the hunters were in a slightly trickier situation. Aldburg didn't really have a dungeon, or a prison, but his people were nothing if not innovative. While he had been gone his people had transformed one of the buildings used for storage into a sort of barracks. It only had one door and that was guarded at all times, and every one of the six windows had guards as well.

Eorl would deal with those people in good time. Now he had to tend to those that had fallen in the battle and make sure their families were taken care of.

He decided to speak with Ordstan last, and to say the lad was upset would have been an understatement. All he could really offer the boy was a promise of friendship and help whenever he needed it, as well as saying his father was the most courageous man he had ever met.

Ordstan had acknowledged his words with a bow, but he didn't seem ready to talk about much else. Eorl let him leave, deciding that he needed some time alone with his thoughts and feelings to make sense of them all.

And finally, Eorl sent for his niece and nephew. They, and their family, had decided to wait in Aldburg for Eorl's return, and they were ready for news.

But Eorl knew it would not be the news they wanted to hear.

When they came to him it was after supper, when the city had calmed for the night. They came to him in his private quarters, and both were hesitant.

He smiled at them though and said, "Come in you two. Come and sit with me."

Both came and sat with him, with Eafled climbing into his lap. They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of the fire, before Eafled asked, "Where are the elves? Why didn't they come back with you?"

Eorl smiled sadly, "They suffered losses as well, little one, and wanted to mourn their dead in their own homes. It was the same for Lord Cirion. While we suffered, in total, very few losses, every one weighs on the minds of their friends, family, and kin. They wanted to go home."

Eafled nodded sadly, then asked a question that Eorl was glad to answer: "Did they find Avorneth?"

Eorl smiled softly, remembering the heartbroken she-elf, "Yes, they did. She and her sister reunited, and I even heard that one of the horses from the keep bonded with her and is now her mount. They have become close."

Eafled smiled happily, then asked the questions he was dreading: "Is Cendar okay? And what about Faelher? He must have been so excited to see Avorneth again."

Eorl hesitated a moment before saying softly, "Eafled," she raised her head to him, and he said softly, "Both were killed during the battle."

Eafled was shocked, to say the least, and Tordag went as white as a sheet, "What?" he whispered.

Eorl nodded gravely, holding Eafled closer as she began to cry, "From what I could gather, the traitorous Ranger Magron, stabbed Faelher in the back immediately after he found Avorneth. Cendar came then and fought him as well, but was also impaled on Magron's sword. But even on death's door, they still managed to kill Magron. He won't be hurting anyone ever again."

Both children were shocked. Neither could have expected Magron of being a traitor, then Tordag asked, "Did Avorneth see it?" at his uncle's slow nod he bowed his head for a moment before raising it and asking, "What about Faelher's father, Dimethor? He told me his son was the last of his family in Middle-Earth."

If Eorl's heart hadn't already been broken for the elven warrior and captain, it would have then. He couldn't imagine losing a son in such a way, nor could he imagine the pain of having to bury his own child. He said softly, "Faelher died in his arms, with Avorneth next to him. I don't think I have ever seen anyone so broken."

Eafled's sobs had gotten louder at those words, and Eorl could only hold her close while pulling his nephew closer. Tordag didn't resist; too shocked at the news they had just received.

Once Eafled's tears had calmed a bit, Eorl said, "The elves did say that you are welcome in Rivendell and Lothlórien whenever you want. Lord Elrond said you would always have friends in Rivendell and Lady Galadriel said that the Golden Wood would always be open to you."

"It might be a while before we want to go there, uncle," Eafled said softly and sadly, "We should let the elves grieve in peace."

"Very wise, little one," Eorl said quietly, "I am sure they will be glad to see both of you when you, and they, are ready. Just remember: elves mourn long and hard, and I don't think you will see Avorneth or Captain Dimethor ever again."

Eafled grew fearful, "Are they going to die, uncle?"

Eorl was quick to shake his head, "No, I don't think so. It's just..." he thought for a moment before finding the words he needed, "Have you heard of Valinor?"

Both young ones nodded, with Tordag saying, "A few elves have mentioned it in passing, but that is all."

Eorl nodded then asked, "You know Lord Círdan, of the Grey Havens?" at their nods he continued, "His people build ships for those elves that have grown weary of Middle-Earth or have felt unspeakable sorrow they cannot heal from. Valinor is a place of healing for the elves, but no mortal can ever follow them. Valinor is for the elves and the Valar, and none of us will ever be able to follow. It is possible Avorneth and Dimethor will journey there to find healing and possibly, eventually, reunite with Faelher."

Both young ones immediately looked at him strangely, then Eafled asked, "What do you mean, uncle? How could they reunite with Faelher?"

Eorl smiled sadly at her thinly-veiled hope, "It is said that when an elf dies, their spirit goes to the Halls of Mandos, also called the Halls of Waiting. There, they are healed of all wrong and wound done to their spirits. After a time that the Lord of the dead, Námo, deems acceptable, they are given a new body and released from the Halls. But they never return to Middle-Earth and are reborn in Valinor. Perhaps in that way, Faelher will come back to Avorneth and his father and family."

"I hope so," Eafled said, "Avorneth and he deserve as much happiness as possible after everything they have been through."

Tordag nodded in agreement, and the three of them drifted into a comfortable silence as they thought things over and contemplated life.

Outside the palace, waited those whose fate Eorl needed to decide. But for now, he was content to sit with his niece and nephew and be grateful for what small blessings he had been given.

That was enough for him.

A few days after Eorl told Tordag and Eafled about Faelher and Cendar, Cirion and his men returned

to Minas Tirith. They were greeted like heroes returning from a successful campaign, but Cirion felt that the victory was a bit hollow.

He knew warriors could fall in battle, that was the nature of war, but he just never thought it would be such a close friend he would lose in such a manner.

'Cendar deserved better than this, and so did his family,' Cirion thought with a glance at Hithaer and Reineth, 'And now Hithaer is going to be raising two children alone, again,' looking at her slightly swollen stomach as they climbed the levels to the Citadel.

He honestly didn't know how to help her.

Hithaer, on the other hand, was devastated that she had lost Cendar again, this time for good. Not even Lord Elrond saying Cendar had loved her with everything he had and was, and would always be with them didn't truly help. The elf-lord had also been saddened by the loss of such a good friend but had been determined to help her and support her as much as he could.

Hithaer was grateful but knew she wouldn't be forgiving those that took her husband away anytime soon. Not even the fact Magron, the one that had seemed to be responsible for her husbands' torment, was dead would help her.

Justice for herself and her family was all she could hope for, and she had every intention of making sure Cendar got the justice he deserved against those that had wronged him for so long.

He deserved nothing less, she decided with determination.

Two weeks after departing the keep, the elves and Dúnedain arrived in Lothlórien. It was a rather subdued group, bearing the ashes of the slain, that passed through the borders of the Golden Wood and entered Caras Galadhon. The usual chaos ensued as everyone worked to get settled and the horses tended.

The elves that had gathered to greet the arrivals were overjoyed to see Avorneth again, safe and sound, but when they saw that Faelher was nowhere in sight and his father's eyes were dim and his spirit broken, their hearts fell.

The elven captain was fully alone, and it was so saddening to see him so broken.

Edhelvain was quick to go to her sister, but Avorneth shook off her hands and took off running as soon as she could. She desperately needed to be alone, and Edhelvain did not follow, turning instead to Nightwind and her own horse and starting to tend them.

Perhaps her deer would give her something Edhelvain could not.

All that saw the she-elf run away were sad, with Círdan deciding to wait for her to come to him or give him a sign.

He knew what she had decided, even if she herself didn't know.

Deep in the forest, Avorneth ran, the wind drying her tears and spurring her on. She felt she could hear, just on the edge of that wind, the barest hint of a familiar laugh. All she had to do was run faster and she would find the one she was looking for.

But she couldn't. Not now, not ever again.

Faelher was gone, and she would never see him again. Not on this side of the Sea.

She hadn't even realized she had stopped and sat down on a fallen log until a dainty, silky-soft muzzle touched her cheek. She turned in surprise, but relaxed and smiled slightly when she saw that it was one of her deer: the doe she had raised from a fawn. The doe was standing there, looking at her expectantly and somewhat excitedly and happy to see her, and Avorneth reached a hand out. The doe took this as the invitation it was and stepped forward, greeting her like an old friend with nuzzles and gentle sounds.

She eventually touched her nose to Avorneth's wet cheek and began licking the tears away, trying to bring comfort. She knew her friend was sad, but she didn't understand why. She wanted to make her friend feel better but didn't know how.

How could she help her friend?

Petting her silky-soft neck, Avorneth smiled sadly and said, "I don't think you can do anything for me, little one, not unless you can plead to Námo on my behalf. Even then, I don't think it will help. Námo doesn't often listen to the pleas of the living," the doe only looked at her with big, sorrowful eyes. While the other deer of the Wood had slowly forgotten the she-elf, as she wasn't an important part of their lives, this doe had not; watching and waiting for her return. She would always be there for her friend, no matter what.

If that meant braving the unknown, then so be it. She stepped closer, making a little trilling sound she had made as a fawn that had never failed to get a smile out of her friend.

Today was no different, as Avorneth smiled sadly and whispered, "I know what you are trying to do, and I don't know if it will work. I don't think anyone can help me now. I need help none here can give."

The doe only stepped closer and nudged her, trying to get her to understand. Which she did, her eyes going wide as she said, "I can't make you leave your forest and kin, little one. This is your home too."

'Not anymore, not without you,' her big brown eyes seemed to say, and Avorneth shook her head, but her heart wasn't in it. She truly wanted the doe's company, but only if she was willing.

"Are you sure?" she asked softly.

The doe nodded, again licking her tears away, and Avorneth smiled shakily before pulling the doe close and holding her against her chest for a few moments. She stood after, walking back the way she had come with the deer following close behind, and arrived near the stables quietly. Lord Círdan, who had been waiting for her only looked at her and nodded, knowing her choice and accepting it. He glanced behind her at the doe and smiled before again nodding, agreeing to the deer, just as he had already agreed to the mare.

He had allowed stranger things on his ships in the past.

As for Avorneth, she was glad for his permission but suddenly was reminded of one more thing she would have to do before she could leave these Shores.

Several more things, she amended when she saw Dimethor standing near Círdan looking completely lost. Without his son, he seemed to have no purpose and didn't know what to do.

The next day the Wood had calmed, but there was a solemn air there that bespoke of final good-byes and lasting sorrow for some.

The fallen elves of the Golden Wood were being honored today, and all were reserved and quiet. Many wore black to honor the dead, and Lady Galadriel led the final ceremony with strength and calm purpose. She spoke solemnly and quietly, not wanting to drag the ceremony on and on when all anyone wanted to do was grieve in peace.

After her words Lord Celeborn spoke about the courage and strength of the dead and that they should be honored every day. He spoke about the traits of all the dead and invited any that wished to speak about them to say a few words.

Not many did, and soon the ceremony ended, as the families of the dead took their ashes to be spread or buried in their favorite place in Lothlórien. Friends went as well, and the burial sites would be visited by many in the coming days as people came to say final farewells.

Avorneth went with Dimethor down to the riverbank, accompanied by Edhelvain and Idhrenor. Lord Elrond was there as well, but he stayed in the background and silent, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

Dimethor only said, "This was his favorite place in the whole Wood, and the one place he went to when his heart was troubled," he gently trailed a few fingers in the water before looking up and saying, "Samho hîdh neñ gurth, ion nín, law firo i laiss e-guil dhîn. No gelin in raid dhîn, a no adel dhen i chwest. Namarië."

Avorneth came forward then, and with her help Dimethor poured the ashes into the river, watching as the current took them gently and began the long journey downstream and out to the Sea, where Ulmo would take good care of them.

The elves at the river didn't know this, nor did they care. After many long minutes of silence, the elves mostly left, with only Avorneth and Dimethor remaining, watching the river. After many long minutes, Avorneth said quietly, "I have decided to take the ship, Dimethor. There is no joy left for me here, not without him and all that could have been."

Dimethor didn't protest or say she was wrong. He only said, "My wife and the rest of my children took the ships many years ago. And even though I don't know how to tell her he is gone, I cannot bear to stay any longer," he turned to her, seeing the broken misery in her eyes and every line of her body, "I will go with you, and keep you safe for as long as I can. Until Faelher can do so himself."

Avorneth smiled weakly before saying, "I haven't told my sister, or the Lady. They need to hear it from me. I also want to bring along Faelher's things, what he valued and what meant something to him. I want him to have a place to call home when Námo releases him."

"I will help you," Dimethor said softly, "I want the same. Círdan will wait until we are ready."

Avorneth nodded and hugged Dimethor close, feeling his strong arms encircle her as they went back to watching the river.

Neither moved for a very long time.

As this was happening Elrond, Galadriel and Gandalf met quietly near her Mirror. They were less likely to be overheard there or interrupted.

Elrond was worried about something, and let them know what it was almost instantly: "Bregoleth said she was hired by someone to kill me. We need to find out who."

"That might be difficult," Gandalf pointed out, "The only clues died with her."

"And now is not the time for that," Galadriel said softly, "Now is the time to honor the dead and their sacrifice. That search can wait for another time," that last bit was meant for Elrond.

Elrond bowed his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm down, while Gandalf said, "I'll be leaving in the morning. I will see what I can find about Bregoleth's mystery employer."

"My thanks, Gandalf," Elrond said, but it was clear he would continue to worry until the answers were presented to him, "I hope we will see you sometime in the future. Imladris is always open to you."

"As is Caras Galadhon," Galadriel said with a smile.

"Thank you, both of you," he said gruffly, "but I might be searching around for a while. Don't count on a visit anytime soon."

Both elves smiled at that, and then Gandalf left, grumbling to himself about elves and their habit of always dragging him back to their realms for visits. Granted, Elrond was better company than most, but that wasn't saying a lot.

Elrond and Galadriel smiled at each other before Galadriel drew him into a brief embrace. When she pulled away she said, "Should we look into the Mirror? Perhaps we will learn something."

Elrond nodded, and Galadriel went to fetch the pitcher. What they might see, he didn't know. But he knew they had to try if only to find answers.

Two days later, things had calmed considerably more in the Golden Woods. Elrond and Thranduil would leave together for safety and travel together a part of the way, but that wouldn't be for a little while. They wanted to let their warriors rest a while longer.

Elrond and Galadriel, with the Mirror unable to show them anything they didn't already know, had retreated to her study. Gandalf had left quietly the day before, leaving at dawn to not cause a stir.

Círdan was doing whatever Círdan did to stay occupied whenever he visited Lothlórien, and Thranduil was visiting his warriors with Legolas. Celeborn had gone with them, leaving Elrond and Galadriel alone.

That peace was soon interrupted by a quiet knock on the door. They looked at each other in confusion before Elrond shrugged. He didn't know who it was. His children were spending some time together and enjoying a bit of solitude. Galadriel frowned at him, but still called out, "Minno!"

The person hesitated a moment before opening the door, revealing Avorneth. She was dressed in a light green dress with a silver belt, and her hair hung loosely down her back as it usually did. Galadriel smiled inwardly; it was almost impossible to get Avorneth to braid her hair in any way. She liked it wild and untamed, but there was a black ribbon tied around a bit of it to keep it out of her face. She was in mourning and would remain that way for a long time. She was alone and was hesitant to enter, but a gentle smile from her Lady rallied her courage and she entered, shutting the door behind her.

She didn't know how this news would be received and she was afraid. The fact Lord Elrond was there as well didn't help, but he looked at her kindly and the fear decreased a little. He would support her decision, and so would the Lady.

She knew it.

"Hello Avorneth," Galadriel said gently, "Please, sit down and be comfortable," she waited until Avorneth sat down before saying, "What brings you here today?"

Avorneth took a deep breath, eyes on her hands in her lap before saying, "There is no easy way to say this, so I will just say it bluntly," she looked up then meeting her Lady's eyes, "I have decided to sail. I leave with Lord Círdan and his people, and Dimethor is coming with me."

Judging from the looks on their faces, she hadn't quite managed to surprise them all the way. But she had still surprised them, and she hurried to say, "I don't want to seem ungrateful, especially after all you have done for me," with a glance at Lord Elrond, "but I just can't stay. The pain is too much. Everywhere I turn, I expect to see Faelher there. Everywhere I look, I'm reminded of what we used to do together, and the fun we had together. I can't bear to stay where those memories hurt so much," looking down at her hands and unable to look at them, afraid they would judge her harshly for such a selfish decision. She ought to stay and help her sister, but she couldn't bear to.

It was too painful.

"Avorneth," her lady said gently, and Avorneth looked up slowly, afraid of what she would see. She relaxed a moment later, her lady's eyes were sad but gentle, and Lord Elrond looked much of the same, "We don't judge you for your choice. It is your choice to make, and only you can make it. And we both know something about the Sea-longing, it is not something easily ignored," Avorneth winced at the reminder of Lady Celebrían, and Galadriel nodded sadly, "We both hope and pray to see her again, whole and healthy, and we hope the same for you."

Lord Elrond smiled gently and nodded as well, and Avorneth relaxed a little, "Thank you, my lady, for letting me go. I hope I will see you again, beyond the White Shores. And you, my lord," she said, turning to Elrond, "I hope to see you again."

"As do I, Avorneth, as do I," Elrond said, "And I hope you do not have to wait long."

Avorneth nodded and stood, curtsying and getting ready to leave. At the door, she stopped though, when Lady Galadriel asked, "What about your deer, Avorneth? What becomes of them?"

Avorneth smiled sadly, turning back to her, "They were never mine. And deer can be forgetful. While I was gone the herd moved on beyond the borders. Now, only one doe remains, and she is going with me. Lord Círdan already agreed to it," she turned and left then, leaving behind two very perplexed elves.

But then Elrond shrugged and went back to what he was writing, while Galadriel just shook her head and smiled. Avorneth and her deer were a riddle she had never been able to understand, and likely never would. It made everything interesting if nothing else.

After speaking with Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond, Avorneth went looking for her sister. They had a lot to talk about, and they needed to do it soon.

Avorneth found her sister where she thought she would be: in the stables, tending to her horse. Nightwind was in the stall next to them, and she nickered happily when she saw Avorneth. Avorneth smiled and greeted the mare, glad she would be coming with them. Nightwind deserved to enjoy the beauty of Aman after living in such an ugly place for so long.

Edhelvain hadn't heard her come in, too focused on her own mare, but she turned to her sister when Avorneth said quietly, "Some things never change. I came looking for you, and the first place I look is the correct place."

Edhelvain smiled softly, "You know me too well."

When Avorneth only nodded, Edhelvain cocked her head slightly and asked, "Why were you looking for me? Is something wrong?" forgetting for a slight second how wrong things were for her sister right now.

Avorneth only said, "Walk with me, please," leaving the stables without a backward glance.

Edhelvain stood there for a brief moment, confused and dazed, before shaking her head and running after her sister. She caught up with her easily, as she was walking, and Edhelvain's sadness for her sister increased.

Avorneth hadn't truly run wild since they returned, and her laughter had died. There were no laughing, mischievous smiles left in her sister.

Avorneth led her sister to the little alcove where the Lady's Mirror was, knowing no one would disturb them there. Edhelvain looked around, slightly unnerved. While she, like the majority of elves, had a healthy respect and awe for the Lady, her Mirror was something she didn't understand and slightly feared.

Avorneth broke the silence just then, "Lady Galadriel said we could speak here; no one will disturb us."

Edhelvain looked at her sister, "What would you like to talk about?"

Avorneth was silent for many long minutes, and just when her sister thought she wasn't going to say anything she said quietly, "I am sailing."

Edhelvain felt as though she had been punched in the stomach, "What?" she whispered, staring in horror at her sister. This was the one thing she had been hoping against if she was honest with herself. She couldn't bear the thought of being alone in Middle-Earth.

Avorneth didn't seem to notice her fear, "I have decided to sail," looking at her sister just then with complete despair, "There is nothing for me here. No light, no laughter. Only grief, and despair. I cannot bear to stay when now an ocean, and possibly eternity, separate Faelher and myself. I need to go, before the despair becomes too much. Dimethor is coming with me, so that I am not alone for the journey. We leave with Lord Círdan and his people in a few days."

Edhelvain needed a few moments to understand what her sister was saying, but still couldn't fully believe it when her brain decided to start working again. Her sister loved Middle-Earth, and Edhelvain had figured that she would leave for Aman before Avorneth. Now she needed to voice that disbelief and try to understand, "Are you sure about this, Avorneth? There is no going back once the decision is made," Avorneth nodded, and Edhelvain's fear for her sister gave way to determination, "Then I'm going with you."

Avorneth actually smiled then, "What about Idhrenor? Is he ready to leave all he knows and everything he loves for you and go to Aman?" Edhelvain stared at her in shock, unable to believe her sister knew about her and Idhrenor. They had said nothing to her, wanting her to heal a bit from her loss first. Avorneth smiled sadly at her surprise, 'I noticed the ring on your finger, sister, and Idhrenor didn't let you out of his sight for the entire journey here. It wasn't that hard to guess. Congratulations."

Edhelvain said, "Thank you, but that doesn't change anything. He will wait for me, and I for him. An ocean between us doesn't matter."

Avorneth looked thoughtful and sad, "There is an ocean, and possibly centuries, separating myself and Faelher. Trust me when I say, it does matter," she turned to her sister, having been watching the water trickle into the pool nearby, "He loves you, and is willing to wait for you. But you don't need to come with me. His time in Middle-Earth isn't finished yet, and neither is yours. There is still so much left for you to do and see here."

"I don't care," Edhelvain said bluntly, "I need to be with you. We are sisters, we do things together."

"Not this thing," Avorneth said quietly, then asked more loudly, "Do you still find joy in Middle-Earth? Is there still light for you here?"

Edhelvain opened her mouth to answer immediately, but her sister looked at her and she shut her mouth, deciding to consider her answer carefully. In the end, to her dismay, she realized she did still find joy in Middle-Earth. The sun rising still filled her with joy, the horses she loved still made her laugh, and her friends kept things interesting. Idhrenor was her heart and soul now, and his love for Middle-Earth was infectious. She was no more ready to leave then he was.

Avorneth was watching her closely, and said softly, "You know you aren't ready to leave, and so do I. Don't torment yourself with trying to come up with reasons why you should stay," she walked over to her sister then and said, "I will be waiting for you, and Idhrenor, when it is your time. Perhaps Faelher will be with me, perhaps not. But I feel hopeless here; perhaps in Aman, I will find that hope again."

Edhelvain finally nodded; accepting her sister's choice. Suddenly she embraced her sister, whispering into her ear, "Farewell, little sister. Say hello to Adar and Naneth for me."

Avorneth returned the embrace fiercely, "I will, and we will be there when you eventually come," she drew herself out of the embrace, reaching up and wiping the tears off her sister's cheeks, "Don't cry, Edhelvain, this is only temporary. We will be together again before you know it."

Edhelvain nodded shakily, and Avorneth smiled slightly, "Life has many ups and downs, but it takes accepting the downs to enjoy the ups. I can't accept this down, not here, but that doesn't mean I won't. I just need to go somewhere with true peace and calm."

Edhelvain nodded again, and they embraced again before Avorneth left. No sooner had she gone than Idhrenor appeared. He stood there as Edhelvain stared at where her sister had been. Finally, she said dazedly, "I couldn't convince her to stay, or let me come with her."

Idhrenor smiled slightly, ""She knows you better than anyone, Edhelvain. She knows you aren't ready. But you will see her again, and that is what matters. Take what joy you can with that, and be glad you will see her again."

Edhelvain nodded at that, not protesting when Idhrenor drew her into his arms. She needed that stability, she realized, and was glad to have it. Perhaps Avorneth will get that stability back once she reached Aman.

She could only hope, and pray that it was enough.

Her sister had been through enough.

In another part of Lothlórien, Elrond and Círdan met near the banks of the river.

"Avorneth and Dimethor are coming with me, when we leave," Círdan said, "They can't stay here any longer."

Elrond nodded sadly, "I know that look. That look of complete despair and broken spirit. I have seen it before," stopping as his breath caught and a tear came to his eye.

Círdan nodded, "Aye, my son. I know you know. But she is safe now, and you will see her again."

"Not for a long time," Elrond said softly but didn't elaborate, not that he needed to. Círdan was well aware of his Foresight and knew how powerful it was.

After many long minutes of silence, Elrond turned to Círdan, "I hope I will see you in Imladris sooner rather than later? I would like to see you again, and I don't think I should go near the Sea anytime soon."

Círdan smiled, "I will make an effort to come, even if it is just for a few days. But remember, my son, your family is all around you. It is not just me."

Elrond nodded, "I know, but that doesn't make this easier. Especially after everything that has happened."

Círdan looked at him sharply, not liking where this was going, "You remember now?"

Elrond shrugged, "Bits and pieces, but they are enough to make sleep difficult. I am not sure what to do," sounding like the uncertain youth he had been for a while when he was growing up in Gil-galad's court and suddenly having a lot of responsibility placed on his shoulders.

"You don't keep it to yourself," Círdan said firmly, "You let others help you," he stepped forward and rested a hand on his son's cheek, forcing Elrond to look at him, "You let others help you, and you write to me. Everyone is here for you, my son, you just need to ask. And when all is said and done and it is time for you to sail, a white ship will be waiting for you."

Elrond nodded, and then Círdan was drawing him into an embrace, his hand on Elrond's crown. The half-elf didn't protest or pull away, and actually relaxed, some of the tension leaving his stance and shoulders. They stayed there for many long minutes, before Círdan said, "I must go, and begin preparations to leave. My people want to return home, and mourn our dead in the way of the Sea-elves."

Elrond nodded, looking up at his foster-father, "Farewell, Adar. Until we see each other again, I will write to you."

"And I to you," Círdan promised, bestowing a gentle kiss on Elrond's forehead before departing, leaving Elrond alone with his thoughts and the emotions that came with them. Finally, he turned and left the riverbank, going back to his people and family and those that needed him.

Behind him, the river continued on, following it's path to the sea and what lay beyond, where no mortal would ever walk.

At least, not yet.

A few days later, the elves of the Gray Havens departed from Lothlórien. With them went Dimethor and Avorneth. All their belongings were packed on three pack horses, with a few more bags on their personal mounts. Nightwind chewed her bit impatiently, eager to be on her way and see what new adventures were waiting for her.

Avorneth's deer was there as well, waiting next to Nightwind. Deer and mare had become good friends over the last week or so, and the rest of the company found it amusing she was coming along. Avorneth was grateful for the companionship and could take her in front of her on Nightwind if she got too tired.

None would suggest the deer stay behind, easily able to see how much she meant to Avorneth. And how much Avorneth meant to her.

Faelher's belongings were going as well, and none faulted them for that. Dimethor led that packhorse, and none would have it any other way. The captain still moved through life with a dazed look in his eyes, and the sea-elves had seen it before. It was time for him to sail and heal in the peace of the Blessed Realm with what remained of his family.

Círdan was saying farewell to all those gathered there, "Thank you for your hospitality. It was greatly appreciated."

Lord Celeborn nodded, "It was an honor to have you here. Please come again, when you are able. We all enjoy your company."

Círdan smiled at that before turning to Lady Galadriel, "My lady, I hope we next meet under better circumstances."

"As do I, my lord," Galadriel said softly, smiling gently.

Círdan nodded before turning to Elrond. No words passed between them, but none were needed. They had clearly said what needed to be said earlier.

Círdan turned to Thranduil next, "Until we meet again, Your Majesty, may your days be safe and joyful."

Thranduil nodded, "And yours as well, my lord," next to him Legolas bowed to the ancient Mariner.

Next to them were the twins, and they both bowed to the Mariner while Arwen curtsied deeply. No words were spoken, but none needed to be. The Dúnedain had come for this farewell and were standing nearby, and Círdan gave their chieftain a nod, which Arahad returned with a surprisingly regal bow.

He had the makings to be a great king, even if he would never see Minas Tirith.

Finally, there were no more good-byes left to be said, and the elves of the Gray Havens departed Lothlórien. With them went Avorneth, who gave her sister a final nod of farewell which her sister returned, and Dimethor. He said nothing, still lost in his daze, but at the last moment, he looked up and met Celeborn's eyes. For a brief moment, his eyes were sharp and focused, giving Celeborn a rare glimpse of what he had been like when he was young and full of life. Then the moment passed, and he was looking at the now-broken captain of Lothlórien. Losing his son had broken him and now he was nothing more than a shell.

Hopefully, Aman and his family could give him the healing he needed.

Everyone remained until the sea-elves were out of sight, and then people began to walk away to get back to their daily business.

Life continued on, and now was the time to try and continue on, as best as possible.

Two days after the sea-elves departed, Elrond found his sons getting ready to leave when he went to retrieve a book Elrohir had borrowed from the library. The elf in charge of the library was becoming very concerned he couldn't find it anywhere.

But Elrond knew where it was and had offered to get it. The elf had immediately calmed when he heard that.

Which was how Elrond found himself standing at the door to his son's shared talan watching them carefully pack everything they would need and not even noticing he was there. They were busy arguing over how many arrows each of them should have in their quivers.

After watching in silent amusement for a few minutes Elrond said when there was a lull, "Perhaps you should just take thirty arrows in each quiver? That way you will both have enough."

Both twins jumped in surprise, then immediately turned to face him, looking rather guilty. Elrohir was the first to speak, "Ada! We were just...um...getting ready...um..." finally trailing off and now knowing what to say.

Thankfully Elrond filled in the blanks: "You are getting ready to leave, not to return to Imladris with me, but to hunt orcs again."

The twins immediately looked guiltier but didn't deny it. Instead, Elladan said, "We are sorry, ada, but now that the hunters are gone, we want to ride alone again. We need some space and distance to come to terms with everything."

Elrond didn't move for a few moments, but then slowly entered the talan fully and closed the door. He then walked over to his sons, then surprised both of them by drawing them into a strong hug. Both almost instantly relaxed, realizing he wasn't going to stop them. Ending the hug, Elrond said, "I know why you do this, and I understand. That doesn't mean I agree with you; revenge won't bring your mother back," he held up a hand when they looked ready to protest, "But I won't stop you. I do have a couple of conditions though."

"What are they?" Elladan asked at almost the same time Elrohir said, "Anything you say, Adar."

Elrond smiled, "First, ride with the Dúnedain as often as you can. They need your blades and your skills," both twins nodded and Elrond continued, "Second, come home for Yestarë. Every year, on excuses. Feel free to come and go as you please, but you better be home for Yestarë. Understand?" the twins again nodded, and Elrond continued, "And finally, take care of yourselves and each other. Revenge is worth nothing if it costs a life. I think we can all understand that."

The twins again nodded, and Elrond smiled softly as he lay a hand on one of their cheeks for a brief moment before stepping away and looking over the supplies they were packing. He frowned a moment then said, "I will have the healing wing send you some more herbs and supplies, and get the kitchens to send you some lembas and miruvor. Is there anything else you may need?"

The twins thought a few moments before Elladan said finally, "I can't think of anything," turning to his brother, who echoed his statement.

"Very well," Elrond said, "Don't forget to say good-bye to everyone before you leave, I am guessing you want to do what Gandalf did and leave without a big gathering?" the twins nodded, and Elrond sighed, "Then definitely say good-bye to everyone now. And Elrohir," he looked at his father, "Where is the book you borrowed from the library? The elf in charge there is going frantic with worry. He is worse than Erestor when it comes to worrying."

"No one is worse than Erestor," Elladan said while his brother went to retrieve the book.

Elrohir arrived in time to hear his father say, "True, but he still wants that book back."

Elrohir handed it over, and Elrond looked at it a moment before looking at them and saying, "Remember, be careful. Revenge is worth nothing, nor is it the answer. You will not find the healing you are looking for. I will not stop you, because this is something you need to learn on your own. But remember, I will always be here to help you when you need it. You need only ask," with that Elrond turned and left, leaving the twins to think over his words.

In the end, it made no difference; the twins were too young and stubborn to learn any other way, and so it was no surprise to Elrond when he saw they had left at dawn the next morning after saying farewell to all there in their own way.

Elrond could only hope they learned the hardest lesson he had ever learned in his life by the end of it all.

If not, he wasn't sure what he would do, or what he would tell Celebrían when he saw her again. How could he tell her he had lost their sons as surely as they had been killed by the orcs they hated?

Elrond was still trying to answer that question, days after the twins left, when Arwen came looking for him. He was where she knew he would be: at the little lake where they had had many happy moments and made such beautiful memories.

It was also where the hunters had tried to harm her a few years back, but Arwen refused to think of that. Now was not the time to dwell on that terrible experience.

Elrond was sitting by the water's edge, lost in thought, when she joined him. Arwen sat next to him, waiting for him to say something or acknowledge her presence. He didn't, not right away, and so Arwen waited until he finally sighed and said, "The twins certainly know how to make one worry. Even knowing where they are going doesn't ease my concern."

Arwen nodded, knowing that the twins were heading for a very dangerous part of the world: the East, and not just to hunt orcs. They would search for any that may still be hunted and help them, as well as deal with any hunters they came across. It was the right thing to do, but Arwen knew that many would worry about them, not the least of which their father.

"I am sure they will be fine, Ada," Arwen said softly, "They had good teachers and know to be careful."

Elrond smiled then, "Perhaps, but they are still young and can be reckless at times. I wish they would stay, and heal, in Imladris, but they are adults and must make their own choices in life. I can't force them on this."

"No one can force anyone to do something they don't want to," Arwen said, "All anyone can do is hope they use good judgment and reasonable sense."

Elrond's smile widened, "And my words get used against me," he murmured before drawing his daughter into his arms. They stayed there for several minutes before Elrond said, "We are leaving, with Aran Thranduil and his people as well as the Dúnedain, in three days. He feels he has been away from the Greenwood too long, and we all want to return to our homes to mourn our own dead."

Arwen listened quietly, then said, "I am not going with you, Ada. I'm sorry, but now that you are safe and back home, the memories of all that has happened have returned in full and I don't have the strength to face them just yet. I can't face them right now."

"I know," Elrond said quietly, "I knew you were staying, Arwen. The last few years have been difficult and hard for many, but especially for you. Caras Galadhon is a place where time seems to fall still, and it a good place to try and understand all that has happened. I will be waiting for you, in Rivendell, when you finally decide to return."

Arwen smiled at his words and held him more closely as they watched the water and life around them, enjoying the quietness of the day and the solitude of the place before life and responsibility called to them once more.

Only then would they face the trials of life, and not before. They needed this time alone, to create new memories to sustain them when they were so far apart in the future.

It made the pain of separation easier to bear.

Translations:

Samho hîdh neñ gurth, ion nín, law firo i laiss e-guil dhîn. No gelin in raid dhîn, a no adel dhen i chwest. Namarië. – May you have peace in death, my son, and may the leaves of your life never die. May your paths be green and the breeze behind you. Farewell.
Minno – Enter
Adar/ada – Father/daddy
Naneth/nana – Mother/mama
talan – a living place for elves in a tree that could contain many rooms
Yestarë – the first day of the Elvish calendar, March 21st.
lembas – elvish waybread
miruvor – reviving cordial made by the elves
Aran – King