Memories of Daeron
Memories of Daeron
By Elelome

"Father, what happened to Daeron?" Arwen asked, one quiet evening on the Porch. Elrond turned to her, the smile on his face changing to soberness.

"He was Luthien's lover before Beren, you know."

Arwen nodded. "And he betrayed her to Thingol, didn't he? But he was the greatest flutist ever. I want to know where he went, did he ever marry...?"

"I don't think he ever did marry, and if he did, the rumors have not yet reached Rivendell," Celebrian chimed in, shaking her silver hair. "Mother saw him many times long ago, before even I was born, and she said to me that he was very beautiful, and loved Luthien deeply."

"All I've heard regarding Daeron is that he left Menegroth after Luthien disappeared, and went down to the Sea. From there, no one is sure, but they think he went Oversea," Elrond said.

"How sad." Arwen sat quietly contemplating this for a moment. "So when I go Oversea, I will see him?"

Celebrian and Elrond exchanged a swift look. "Yes, daughter, if you go Oversea, you may see him," Celebrian said.

"But that's many years away, Evenstar," Elrond said, "and right now it's time for young girls to take their rest."

Arwen pouted for a second. "Not yet, let me stay up another little while," she said. "Elrohir and Elladan get to."

"When you're a hundred and twenty like they are, you'll get to stay up as much as you want to," Celebrian said, standing up. "Come with me, Arwen, and I'll tell you part of the story of Daeron, all right?"

Arwen stood reluctantly, and took her mother's hand, looking regretfully at the merry-making in the meadow.