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Elladan
When he was a child, he always leaped on to his mother's back for rides. Celebrían never stopped him. Instead, she always tucked her hands underneath his knees and allowed him to fold his hands over her neck.
His last ride on her back was one he did not want. Celebrían noticed a long time passed and she offered.
"I am too big," Elladan said miserably. "I am too heavy."
Celebrían tenderly brushed back his hair from his forehead and tilted up his chin so that their eyes met.
"One more time," she insisted. "My son has not grown up yet."
Then years passed. They both changed, especially after he and his brother rescued her from captivity. Elladan helped his mother wear a cloak to shield her fragile and injured body from the cold outside. He then carefully lifted her in his arms.
"I hope," Celebrían breathed softly, her voice thin and delicate. "I hope I am not too heavy, my son." They came outside, the scent of fresh earth hanging in the air after a long rainfall.
Elladan pressed his lips together and struggled to keep his emotions at bay. He dropped a kiss on her head.
"You are never too heavy for me, mother."
