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Celebrian, Wife of Elrond, and the Heir of Sauron
Fireweilder
In the morning of Celebrian's depart, all the kin of Rivendell sought to bid her farewell and haste in her return. They hid themselves in the trees and riverbanks, singing the unseen lament of goodbyes. They lined themselves from Rivendell heading East toward Lothlorien, home of the elven lady.
As she approached, the people bowed before her. To most of them, they bowed because they were blinded by such light shining from the armor of her guard. The elves loved their lord and lady too much that security would always be called plentiful. To the ones who knew her well, they saw not in blindness, but the light shining from her face. It was alight with such joy that had long ago been destroyed.
"Peace, children of ages gone!" hailed Celebrian, circling around to face her people. "I swear the moon shall not wane thrice before the wind sings of our return. Till then may light forever shine from your houses! But dear Nirthen, where are my children and my lord?" she said, turning back to the leader of the elven guard. Nirthen had lived nearly as long as Rivendell its self and had fought for both her and Elrond safety may years before.
Standing above the river Bruinen stood Elrond with his arms around Arwen and Ellador. A short ways away from them was Elrohir, clad in an unusual black, facing the river below. He only raised his darkened sight when he heard his name pierce through the crowd's noise. He saw his mother, with a look of such concern that it frightened him, start to unhorse herself and rush to where they stood. But she turned back when Elrohir lifted his head, waved to her family and sped off to Lothlorien. Such a cheer went up from the people of Rivendell, that she couldn't hear his shout after her, his last warning. Distressed, he fled back down the bridge and tore through the house of Rivendell.
Elrond started to go after him, realizing a deep disturbance, but Arwen caught his arm. Elladar was still singing along with the people after Celebrian, so Arwen whispered to Elrond, "Stay here father. I think that now only I can confront Elrohir."
Before he could respond, she swept quickly from his grasp and followed the same steps of Elrohir.
Elrond tore his eyes away from Arwen and looked back to Celebrian. Her eye didn't look back now; such was the custom to not look back once a journey is started. A feeling of deep regret filled him and again the presence of an unexplainable and unreasonable fear awake in his heart. Gravely lifting his hand, he spoke in a clear call to the retreating guards.
A Elbereth Gilthoniel
Silivien penna mirel
O menel aglar elenath
Na- chaered palan- direl
O galadhremmin ennorath
Fanvilos, le linnath
Net aear, si net aearon!
" Goodbye my love. Pray that your purpose be found on your journey. Such purpose will stay your heart and will."
Inside, Arwen was cradling Elrohir's crying form.
Notes: took a long time to upload but I don't think anyone cares…
Celebrian, Wife of Elrond, and the Heir of Sauron
Fireweilder
In the morning of Celebrian's depart, all the kin of Rivendell sought to bid her farewell and haste in her return. They hid themselves in the trees and riverbanks, singing the unseen lament of goodbyes. They lined themselves from Rivendell heading East toward Lothlorien, home of the elven lady.
As she approached, the people bowed before her. To most of them, they bowed because they were blinded by such light shining from the armor of her guard. The elves loved their lord and lady too much that security would always be called plentiful. To the ones who knew her well, they saw not in blindness, but the light shining from her face. It was alight with such joy that had long ago been destroyed.
"Peace, children of ages gone!" hailed Celebrian, circling around to face her people. "I swear the moon shall not wane thrice before the wind sings of our return. Till then may light forever shine from your houses! But dear Nirthen, where are my children and my lord?" she said, turning back to the leader of the elven guard. Nirthen had lived nearly as long as Rivendell its self and had fought for both her and Elrond safety may years before.
Standing above the river Bruinen stood Elrond with his arms around Arwen and Ellador. A short ways away from them was Elrohir, clad in an unusual black, facing the river below. He only raised his darkened sight when he heard his name pierce through the crowd's noise. He saw his mother, with a look of such concern that it frightened him, start to unhorse herself and rush to where they stood. But she turned back when Elrohir lifted his head, waved to her family and sped off to Lothlorien. Such a cheer went up from the people of Rivendell, that she couldn't hear his shout after her, his last warning. Distressed, he fled back down the bridge and tore through the house of Rivendell.
Elrond started to go after him, realizing a deep disturbance, but Arwen caught his arm. Elladar was still singing along with the people after Celebrian, so Arwen whispered to Elrond, "Stay here father. I think that now only I can confront Elrohir."
Before he could respond, she swept quickly from his grasp and followed the same steps of Elrohir.
Elrond tore his eyes away from Arwen and looked back to Celebrian. Her eye didn't look back now; such was the custom to not look back once a journey is started. A feeling of deep regret filled him and again the presence of an unexplainable and unreasonable fear awake in his heart. Gravely lifting his hand, he spoke in a clear call to the retreating guards.
A Elbereth Gilthoniel
Silivien penna mirel
O menel aglar elenath
Na- chaered palan- direl
O galadhremmin ennorath
Fanvilos, le linnath
Net aear, si net aearon!
" Goodbye my love. Pray that your purpose be found on your journey. Such purpose will stay your heart and will."
Inside, Arwen was cradling Elrohir's crying form.