*sticks tongue out* another short chapter, even less then the last. Nobody
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Dusk slipped over Rivendell, and with its coming the elves made ready to depart. Elrond stared at the mural on the wall before him. Isildur held the shattered blade of his father, striving to overcome the shadow even as it loomed over him.
He turned and walked to a nearby window, and watched as his people left. Their cloaks glistened in the light of the stars above, and in their white hands they held lanterns which flickered with yellow flame. Slowly they passed, leading white horses laden with their belongings, leaving their home.
His eyes rested upon one of the graceful figures, who walked with forced steps. She felt his gaze upon her and slowly raised her head to look at him. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and her shoulders were bent with grief and sorrow. She looked away, lowering her head to stare and the ground, and continued walking, disappearing from his sight.
Elrond sighed, features grave, and his cloudy eyes raised above them, to the East. His mind wandered afar, seeking the presence of Lothlorien, and of Galadriel.
"I amar prestar aen."he heard her deep voice whisper in his ear, "Han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae, a han noston ned gwilith. .."
Elrond listened grimly as she spoke. The day had been a bitter one for the elven kindred, their songs of grief still haunted the now empty gardens and halls. There was no hope in Middle-Earth, in Arda, for the elves.
"Do we let them stand alone?"
The question haunted his thoughts, whispering through his mind. He turned and strode inside, his gaze wandering across the room absentmindedly. His animated steps brought him to stand in front of the statue that held Narsil reforged in its grasp. He reached out and took it, feeling the perfect balance and strong lines. He twirled it around, watching as it danced in his hands, eager for battle.
"No." he murmured. The human race would not, could not stand alone.
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Dusk slipped over Rivendell, and with its coming the elves made ready to depart. Elrond stared at the mural on the wall before him. Isildur held the shattered blade of his father, striving to overcome the shadow even as it loomed over him.
He turned and walked to a nearby window, and watched as his people left. Their cloaks glistened in the light of the stars above, and in their white hands they held lanterns which flickered with yellow flame. Slowly they passed, leading white horses laden with their belongings, leaving their home.
His eyes rested upon one of the graceful figures, who walked with forced steps. She felt his gaze upon her and slowly raised her head to look at him. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and her shoulders were bent with grief and sorrow. She looked away, lowering her head to stare and the ground, and continued walking, disappearing from his sight.
Elrond sighed, features grave, and his cloudy eyes raised above them, to the East. His mind wandered afar, seeking the presence of Lothlorien, and of Galadriel.
"I amar prestar aen."he heard her deep voice whisper in his ear, "Han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae, a han noston ned gwilith. .."
Elrond listened grimly as she spoke. The day had been a bitter one for the elven kindred, their songs of grief still haunted the now empty gardens and halls. There was no hope in Middle-Earth, in Arda, for the elves.
"Do we let them stand alone?"
The question haunted his thoughts, whispering through his mind. He turned and strode inside, his gaze wandering across the room absentmindedly. His animated steps brought him to stand in front of the statue that held Narsil reforged in its grasp. He reached out and took it, feeling the perfect balance and strong lines. He twirled it around, watching as it danced in his hands, eager for battle.
"No." he murmured. The human race would not, could not stand alone.
Dun dun dun. REVIEW, AND THE STORY SHALL CONTINUE!