Title: Missing

Rating: G

Disclaimer: The characters mentioned do not belong to me but the imagination of J.R.R. Tolkein.

Summary: Elladan misses Celebrian

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Sometimes I'm afraid that I'm beginning to forget what she looks like. There's no portraits of her, no drawings, not even a painting or two. After she left father had them all locked away, I suppose he couldn't stand to see the smiling face of the woman he lost. I don't blame him -not really- if I had been in his place I probably would have done the same. At least, I think I would have.

The point though is that I'm not in his place. I'm in *my* place and I miss my mother. I miss her so much that it hurts, it tears at my very being and everyday the pain grows and gets that much worse. You see I was always closest to my mother, so much more than Elrohir or Arwen were. Glorifinder used to joke that we were forged from the same fire and looking back now I think that he was right. We both shared the same passion for adventure, the same fierce loyalty for our people and we both cherished our family above all else. Or I thought she did anyway.

I'll admit that I'm bitter over her departure. I'll admit that I'm angry with her for leaving us. I'll even admit that sometimes I hate her. But my love for her always manages to overcome these feelings because at the end of the day she was my mother and you only ever get one mother.

Now and then I'll see, hear and feel certain things that'll remind me of her. Like whenever I see my sister Arwen smile because she has our mother's smile. So warm and beautiful that you can't help but smile back at her. Whenever I smell a strawberry I always think of her because that's what she always smelled of. Strawberries. And every now and then I'll hear hushed whispers that aren't meant for my ears. Whispers of how much Elrohir and I resemble her. Whispers of how we share the same laugh, the same walk and even the same dark blue eyes. But none of this makes the pain lesson.

I miss my mother and I always will. In all honesty I think I would have preferred to have her stay and see her pain-filled face than to not see her face at all.

The night she left something inside me was lost. I can't pinpoint exactly what it was, all I know is that it's lost and I'll never get it back. At least, not until I get to see her again. Not until she holds me close like she used to before the "accident".

And not until she hums the quiet lullabyes filled with silent secrets of her youth.