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Again, I am NOT Tolkien. I don't own any of his works. Besides, I could never write like him.
Elvish in -( " '..."
Onwards!!!
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Seeing as her father made no further attempt to speak, Arwen spoke to Elrond in the Elvish tongue.
" 'Ada, is all well?"
Her brow wrinkled then, and her eyes swam once more with concern. 'Twas a very rare thing for the Lord of Imladris to be startled so. Arwen could only remember one other time she had seen her father as the opposite of the noble Lord he appeared to be.. and that had been when her mother had left.
Another sigh was her answer. The Evenstar's mouth pursed at the corners; the impatience of her Human blood threatened to show itself.
A few more agonizing moments passed, and the anxiety was beginning to overcome the daughter of Elrond.
" 'All is well, my daughter. You merely surprised me." came Elrond's reply; spoken in a slightly hoarse voice. He seemed to sense his out-of-character behavior, and the Lord of Imladris slowly composed himself and his nobility began to show once more.
He spoke again, but this time in a more authoritative tone, " 'Had I not told you, at one time, to knock before entering?"
There was silence then, and unwelcome tension grew in the unusually stuffy room.
" 'I did, Ada." The tension broke as soon as Arwen said her words. " 'I knocked thrice before entering to make my presence known."
Puzzlement reflected in the deep blue orbs of the Evenstar, and it seems for a moment that she was a mother looking after her child; rather than a daughter worrying for her father.
The Lord of Imladris could barely keep himself from breaking at Arwen's slight transformation. She had looked so much like her mother, Celebrían, in that shifting moment. Elrond forced down the silver tears that were threatening to overflow, and could only manage a single word: " 'Oh..."
Arwen's face immediately softened, and her eyes now shone with sympathy, understanding, and her own grief. Elrond had let his guard down when he had looked in her eyes, thus allowing her to see past the brimming grey eyes into the depths of his soul. There, Arwen had seen the overwhelming love and longing that he still felt for her mother. She hadn't meant to re-awaken that pain, and she was certain that her face now reflected the same loss of a loved one that showed on her father's face.
"I'm sorry, Ada.", she whispered, switching back to the Common Tongue. "Forgive me, I did not mean to remind you of her."
The grief-stricken half-elf nodded, choking back a sob as one of he and Celebrían's last memories came back to him.
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FLASHBACK:
" 'Celebrían," whispered Elrond, " 'Celebrían, I can heal this. I just need time." The peredhel grasped his elven-wife's sickly pale hand.
" 'I just need time," he repeated, closing his grey eyes and hanging his head, letting his ebony locks flow over his face.
" 'Elrond," came her weak whisper; a mere shadow of its former strength, " 'there is no time....."
The half-elf froze at this. His blood turned to ice and his eyes snapped open and widened in horror.
"No.. Celebrían.. please, don't give up like this!" he pleaded in the Common Tongue. He tightened his hold on his wife's hand, as if to emphasize his point. "Please.."
"Elrond, if you cannot heal me, then no one can.. at least, not in Middle- earth."
"You will pass into the West then." Elrond bitterly replied. He restrained from breaking his voice, but his tactics failed, as Celebrían winced at the sorrow in it. He continued, "You would leave us, just like that? Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen... me?"
"I don't have a choice, melethron nîn..."
"You ALWAYS have a choice!!" the half-elf exploded; his grief already grabbing hold on him. "Celebrían, my beloved wife, I swear to thee, I can heal you!!"
"And what if you can't, Elrond?? Your treatments have had little or no results! Would you sacrifice my life for just a few more moments together?!" Power rumbled in Celebrían's slighter stronger voice, and for just a second she looked healthy again... but for just a second.
She collapsed back into the soft bed, and welcomed the embrace of the silk sheets. Her outburst had taken a bulk of her energy, and she feared it would go to waste if Elrond still would not budge.
Silence hung in the air. The daughter of Galadriel gazed up weakly to that of her husband, the son of Eärendil, trying to meet his eyes. At long last, she succeeded.
Elrond was entranced by her beauty, as he was when he first laid eyes on her so long ago. The daughter of the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood has inherited much of their beauty, and her own enhanced it. Celebrían had the silver hair of her Sindarin father, and the dark eyes of the Noldor; though they were not blue, as her mother's. But she did have the same intense gaze as Galadriel.
Celebrían also had fair, smooth, porcelain skin, and a delicately sculpted face. She moved with all the grace of her people, and the blood of an elven-warrior ran throughout her veins, although she suppressed it and rarely allowed it to show in her actions.
Elrond sighed, weary with grief and loss. He knew it was useless to argue; his wife had also inherited the stubbornness from her half- Telerin mother.
But Celebrían was right; if he were not able to heal her, no one in Middle-earth could. He would not allow his love to die at the expense of a few more precious moments with her by his side.
"Elrond," she breathed, "Elrond, we both have the blood of the Elves running through our veins. We both have the immortal life of the First- born. We have all the time in the world to be together. The distance between here and Valinor will never lessen our love." She lifted her pale, ashen hands, and cupped her husband's wet cheeks. "I swear to thee, melethron nîn, I will wait for you."
More silver tears slipped from the half-elf's stormy grey orbs, and he leaned forward and down, placing a loving kiss on Celebrían's dry, rosy lips.
A week later, he kissed these same lips good-bye as his love boarded the ship at the Grey Havens. He watched as she sailed away to Valinor for healing and peace... And he watched with blurry, brimming eyes as she departed from Middle-earth forever, leaving a gaping hole in Elrond's broken heart
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TBC... soon.
Again, I am NOT Tolkien. I don't own any of his works. Besides, I could never write like him.
Elvish in -( " '..."
Onwards!!!
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Seeing as her father made no further attempt to speak, Arwen spoke to Elrond in the Elvish tongue.
" 'Ada, is all well?"
Her brow wrinkled then, and her eyes swam once more with concern. 'Twas a very rare thing for the Lord of Imladris to be startled so. Arwen could only remember one other time she had seen her father as the opposite of the noble Lord he appeared to be.. and that had been when her mother had left.
Another sigh was her answer. The Evenstar's mouth pursed at the corners; the impatience of her Human blood threatened to show itself.
A few more agonizing moments passed, and the anxiety was beginning to overcome the daughter of Elrond.
" 'All is well, my daughter. You merely surprised me." came Elrond's reply; spoken in a slightly hoarse voice. He seemed to sense his out-of-character behavior, and the Lord of Imladris slowly composed himself and his nobility began to show once more.
He spoke again, but this time in a more authoritative tone, " 'Had I not told you, at one time, to knock before entering?"
There was silence then, and unwelcome tension grew in the unusually stuffy room.
" 'I did, Ada." The tension broke as soon as Arwen said her words. " 'I knocked thrice before entering to make my presence known."
Puzzlement reflected in the deep blue orbs of the Evenstar, and it seems for a moment that she was a mother looking after her child; rather than a daughter worrying for her father.
The Lord of Imladris could barely keep himself from breaking at Arwen's slight transformation. She had looked so much like her mother, Celebrían, in that shifting moment. Elrond forced down the silver tears that were threatening to overflow, and could only manage a single word: " 'Oh..."
Arwen's face immediately softened, and her eyes now shone with sympathy, understanding, and her own grief. Elrond had let his guard down when he had looked in her eyes, thus allowing her to see past the brimming grey eyes into the depths of his soul. There, Arwen had seen the overwhelming love and longing that he still felt for her mother. She hadn't meant to re-awaken that pain, and she was certain that her face now reflected the same loss of a loved one that showed on her father's face.
"I'm sorry, Ada.", she whispered, switching back to the Common Tongue. "Forgive me, I did not mean to remind you of her."
The grief-stricken half-elf nodded, choking back a sob as one of he and Celebrían's last memories came back to him.
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FLASHBACK:
" 'Celebrían," whispered Elrond, " 'Celebrían, I can heal this. I just need time." The peredhel grasped his elven-wife's sickly pale hand.
" 'I just need time," he repeated, closing his grey eyes and hanging his head, letting his ebony locks flow over his face.
" 'Elrond," came her weak whisper; a mere shadow of its former strength, " 'there is no time....."
The half-elf froze at this. His blood turned to ice and his eyes snapped open and widened in horror.
"No.. Celebrían.. please, don't give up like this!" he pleaded in the Common Tongue. He tightened his hold on his wife's hand, as if to emphasize his point. "Please.."
"Elrond, if you cannot heal me, then no one can.. at least, not in Middle- earth."
"You will pass into the West then." Elrond bitterly replied. He restrained from breaking his voice, but his tactics failed, as Celebrían winced at the sorrow in it. He continued, "You would leave us, just like that? Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen... me?"
"I don't have a choice, melethron nîn..."
"You ALWAYS have a choice!!" the half-elf exploded; his grief already grabbing hold on him. "Celebrían, my beloved wife, I swear to thee, I can heal you!!"
"And what if you can't, Elrond?? Your treatments have had little or no results! Would you sacrifice my life for just a few more moments together?!" Power rumbled in Celebrían's slighter stronger voice, and for just a second she looked healthy again... but for just a second.
She collapsed back into the soft bed, and welcomed the embrace of the silk sheets. Her outburst had taken a bulk of her energy, and she feared it would go to waste if Elrond still would not budge.
Silence hung in the air. The daughter of Galadriel gazed up weakly to that of her husband, the son of Eärendil, trying to meet his eyes. At long last, she succeeded.
Elrond was entranced by her beauty, as he was when he first laid eyes on her so long ago. The daughter of the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood has inherited much of their beauty, and her own enhanced it. Celebrían had the silver hair of her Sindarin father, and the dark eyes of the Noldor; though they were not blue, as her mother's. But she did have the same intense gaze as Galadriel.
Celebrían also had fair, smooth, porcelain skin, and a delicately sculpted face. She moved with all the grace of her people, and the blood of an elven-warrior ran throughout her veins, although she suppressed it and rarely allowed it to show in her actions.
Elrond sighed, weary with grief and loss. He knew it was useless to argue; his wife had also inherited the stubbornness from her half- Telerin mother.
But Celebrían was right; if he were not able to heal her, no one in Middle-earth could. He would not allow his love to die at the expense of a few more precious moments with her by his side.
"Elrond," she breathed, "Elrond, we both have the blood of the Elves running through our veins. We both have the immortal life of the First- born. We have all the time in the world to be together. The distance between here and Valinor will never lessen our love." She lifted her pale, ashen hands, and cupped her husband's wet cheeks. "I swear to thee, melethron nîn, I will wait for you."
More silver tears slipped from the half-elf's stormy grey orbs, and he leaned forward and down, placing a loving kiss on Celebrían's dry, rosy lips.
A week later, he kissed these same lips good-bye as his love boarded the ship at the Grey Havens. He watched as she sailed away to Valinor for healing and peace... And he watched with blurry, brimming eyes as she departed from Middle-earth forever, leaving a gaping hole in Elrond's broken heart
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TBC... soon.
