A/N: Thank you to the people who left me reviews for the last chapter.
Gosh, I never knew how addicting those little things can get! So what else
do you want to see? More Elfsmut? More fluffy moments? Whatever so long
as it has gorgeous Elves in it?
WARNINGS: G for this chapter *darn it*. Again, anything that goes against canon is purely my fault, so feel free to comment on it. Spoilers for maybe one line in ROTK.
TIMEFRAME: Five or six days after the Grey Company leaves Rivendell for Rohan.
************* The Letter *************
Sweet Elrohir,
I imagine you are already deep in the wilds, if not already in Rohan as you read this. I cannot imagine where I will be, as there have been rumors that the Witch King gathers his forces near Angmar. If these rumors prove true, then it will be I who will ride against him. Forgive me, my love, for not speaking of this to you in person, but I did not want to trouble you while you prepared for your own journey. I know you would have insisted on staying and riding to war with me, but Aragorn needs you far more; you were correct in saying that our destinies lie apart for this little while. I would tell you more, but I have already written too much for such a letter as this.
My heart aches for you already, though I am watching you sleep as I write this. I know what this separation means to you, as our world will never be the same, whatever the outcome of this war. I think you fear that change more than you fear the paths you must tread, for that fear is in my heart also. I wish to tell you to never be afraid that my love for you will ever fade or die; it is immortal even beyond what us Elves call death, until the end of Arda itself. We will be together, one way or another, in the end.
I hear the nightingale sing, and it reminds me of your fair voice. The night always reminds me of you, ever since you were but a child and we were caught in the rain. I watched you sleep that night, just as I am doing now. The night is nothing but a dark curtain like the silk of you hair, and the pale silver of the moon is reflected in your gaze. Still, there is a light in you; twilight has forever been your hour, just as Elladan is midnight and Legolas is the dawn.
Just as I cannot imagine the day without dusk, I cannot imagine my life before you came into it. You father often tells me now that it was no life, though I could not see it at the time. I was a phantom from beyond the grave, wandering life without purpose or reason. You give me the strength the battle the Dark Forces and the bravery to face this coming dawn.
Alas, I see you stirring even now, and I do not wish for you to know of this letter quite yet. You are curious beyond your own good at times, though it is a trait that I would not wish for you to ever grow out of.
Take care of your brother, as I have already asked him to do the same. Obey Aragorn, for he will not lead you astray. I will meet you in Minas Tirith or the Halls of Mandos whatever our fate. Do not worry, my star rider--Mandos' Halls are nice this time of year.
All my hopes and deepest love,
Glorfindel
WARNINGS: G for this chapter *darn it*. Again, anything that goes against canon is purely my fault, so feel free to comment on it. Spoilers for maybe one line in ROTK.
TIMEFRAME: Five or six days after the Grey Company leaves Rivendell for Rohan.
************* The Letter *************
Sweet Elrohir,
I imagine you are already deep in the wilds, if not already in Rohan as you read this. I cannot imagine where I will be, as there have been rumors that the Witch King gathers his forces near Angmar. If these rumors prove true, then it will be I who will ride against him. Forgive me, my love, for not speaking of this to you in person, but I did not want to trouble you while you prepared for your own journey. I know you would have insisted on staying and riding to war with me, but Aragorn needs you far more; you were correct in saying that our destinies lie apart for this little while. I would tell you more, but I have already written too much for such a letter as this.
My heart aches for you already, though I am watching you sleep as I write this. I know what this separation means to you, as our world will never be the same, whatever the outcome of this war. I think you fear that change more than you fear the paths you must tread, for that fear is in my heart also. I wish to tell you to never be afraid that my love for you will ever fade or die; it is immortal even beyond what us Elves call death, until the end of Arda itself. We will be together, one way or another, in the end.
I hear the nightingale sing, and it reminds me of your fair voice. The night always reminds me of you, ever since you were but a child and we were caught in the rain. I watched you sleep that night, just as I am doing now. The night is nothing but a dark curtain like the silk of you hair, and the pale silver of the moon is reflected in your gaze. Still, there is a light in you; twilight has forever been your hour, just as Elladan is midnight and Legolas is the dawn.
Just as I cannot imagine the day without dusk, I cannot imagine my life before you came into it. You father often tells me now that it was no life, though I could not see it at the time. I was a phantom from beyond the grave, wandering life without purpose or reason. You give me the strength the battle the Dark Forces and the bravery to face this coming dawn.
Alas, I see you stirring even now, and I do not wish for you to know of this letter quite yet. You are curious beyond your own good at times, though it is a trait that I would not wish for you to ever grow out of.
Take care of your brother, as I have already asked him to do the same. Obey Aragorn, for he will not lead you astray. I will meet you in Minas Tirith or the Halls of Mandos whatever our fate. Do not worry, my star rider--Mandos' Halls are nice this time of year.
All my hopes and deepest love,
Glorfindel