Disclaimer: If I have to disclaim anything more then I do, I think I'll snap.

Notes: These notes go purely to reviewer Arabella Throne with whom I have a bone to pick. Darling, it is called imagination. I write things that require imagination to fulfill the gaps. Usually I leave these gaps purposefully, to allow the reader a certain amount of leeway unto how they take it. Do not look to me for answers on Elven physiology or ways in which they survive blood lose because I have my own ideas about that. Your job is too read and think up of your own ways to explain fantasies. I fear explaining things because it pisses me off when people want it. It takes away from the freedom that is writing.

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Celebrian, Wife of Elrond and the Heir of Sauron

Fireweilder

"Thus," it occurred to Elrond, "the last of that which is fair has left. My sons are no longer so and my wife…"

Looking past the silver mist that hovered on the banks, he could still strain to see the white ship bobbing in front of him, taunting him. Taunting now to a point where it was a near joke. Oh, how the simplest thought of unending peace in his wife's embrace would chill his marrow, sending his mind reeling in pain. He was tore not unlike his once son, between two which he love; the land beneath him and the family in front of him. But the choice didn't seem to even belong to him.

Glancing sidelong, he caught the eyes of Elladan, looking straight at Elrond. It took time before Elrond could feel his head raising to meet them straight on. So the growing is done then, he thought, both sons are now lords and they no longer think so much of their old father.

"I wouldn't say that" replied Elladan.

"I am glad to know you speak for your self, but I doubt above all reason your brother will willingly feel the same way as you."

At this Elladan could not respond. It was true the Elrohir had distanced himself from all the family, some vain attempt to deal with this pain alone was consuming his mind more rapidly the darkness of Middle- Earth had taken Celebrian. Even now, he stood at the water's edge, the water dampening his black robes.

Elrond sighed. Everything had turned wrong from the day of her departure. And what of his daughter, Arwen? Had not she too been kept in the dark this whole time, not to be told the entire story of what had happened for nine months? Elrond knew it was wrong to keep this from her, but he felt he needed to save her. He had already lost his sons. He would die if he lost her too.

"Father?" asked a tentative voice in his ear. Elrond turned on Elladan standing at the shore's edge. But he had not spoken.

"Father?"

Shocked at the defeated voice coming from his son's mouth startled him. Elrohir was not only defeated but to a point where he was no crying. Elrond knew what would come. But suddenly he found he did not need to hear it.

"Father, I…I can not apologize…enough." But Elrond grasped his newfound son in a tight embrace so that no more was even said.

"No matter son, it is forgiveness not from me that you should seek. It is both from I that I beg for your forgiveness." Gasped Elrond between tears.

But Elrohir would hear nothing of it. He simply held his father tighter, as a small child would to his mother.

Thus was the last picture of Celebrian witnessed on Middle- Earth. Her son and husband, both lost the found again. It pained her to know that to cause of both their sufferings had been her. Had she not left…had she not left, how different would this future be? What new horrors will her loved ones face now because of her?

Glancing past her embracing love ones, she saw to her dismay, Elladan, crouched at the water's edge. The mist was enveloping her, thus his face was obscured both by mist and tears. How unfair was this to him? She had made him grow to an extent that was on the verge of madness. One day she left, he was but still a child. Such, such a light she remembers in his eyes

But no longer, she feared. Elrohir may have been found but I fear that Elladan is lost forever.

With the last thought, the music of the Void collapsed al previous thoughts and forever turned her mind away from the darkness of the East.

On the shore, creatures watched, each spilling their silent tears.

*End of Book One*