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Arwen caught Adara as she collapsed. "Elwynne, help me. We must act quickly or we will lose her." They carried Adara to her bed and Arwen went in search of her father.
She found his sitting alone, in contemplation, in his courtyard. Without hesitation she explained what had occurred.
"Am I to undo what foolishness Legolas has done?"
"Father, if you do not help her, she will die?"
"Am I to be concerned with a mortal? I have done enough concerning the fate of man already." But he said this as he followed his daughter to Adara's side.
Elrond gazed down at the unconscious mortal. Her beauty was not beyond him and he remembered being moved by the grace and eloquence with which she had held herself in his presence.
On what could only be classified as impulse he took her hand and held it to his own beating heart and began speaking to her.
"Father!" Arwen exclaimed as she heard what was said.
He silenced her with a look and demanded of Elwynne, "Bring me a draught of water from the river."
Elwynne gasped and looked beseechingly at Arwen.
"Do as I command!" Elrond cried.
In the silence that followed he continued to speak Elvish into Adara's ear. The words he spoke would bind Adara's heart to his own and unless she was able to someday break free from that enchantment which would be sealed by drinking the waters of Rivendell, she would be Elrond's and he would be hers.
Elwynne returned with a goblet full of clear cool water drawn from the river. Arwen asked her father, "What of Legolas?"
"What of the Prince of Mirkwood? If he were concerned of the fate of this mortal he would have bound his own name to her heart."
"But, why yours Father? You have little concern with the affairs of Man." Arwen asked looking down at Adara who was now sleeping deeply, if not peacefully.
Elrond did not answer but looked himself at the face of his new bride.