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Tindomë finally arrived. Elladan came to Astal's dwelling, and they walked again under the trees in the fading twilight. They made a beautiful pair, Astal with her dark hair, in a grey dress with a beautiful brown cloak, Elladan clad all in greys and silvers, dark-haired and masculinely beautiful. They spoke and sang softly together, and they soon arrived back at Astal's. They kissed once more, a long, deep, meaningful kiss that left the promise of another burned into each mouth.
Elladan pulled back. "Astal, I have to tell you something."
"Yes, Elladan?"
"I must depart today for Rivendell. I should like you to come and meet my father. By the way...May I ask your father for your hand?"
Astal was overjoyed, yet suddenly saddened by memories. "You may have my hand, dear Elladan. My parents perished long ago, at the hands of filthy orcs while they traveled."
"Alas! That is why my mother, Celebrian, dwells not in Middle-Earth. She was attacked, held, and tortured by orcs in Hith Aiglin. She was saved, but the memory of her torture was too much, and she passed into the Undying Lands. But...you will accept my offer?"
"Yes, Elladan. You are incredible, and you have made me so happy in only one day...I will gladly go to Imladris, meet your father, and, if he approves of me, marry you."
"Ai! Melamin..."
He leaned in and kissed her, and left to pack his things. Astal did the same, and knew that a new chapter in her life was about to begin.