Chapter 4 - Far From Healed
They found Lord Elrond in his library, he had been spending that afternoon planning the departure.
"Father! Come quick!" Elrohir yelled as he burst in the room.
Elrond looked up in alarm, "What has happened?"
"Narmir collapsed! She is down in the garden! She's here, she's."
"Calm down Elrohir. Now what is this you're speaking of? Narmir is dead."
"No, she is alive and has returned. But she is weary, and she has collapsed in the gardens."
"You left her there?"
"Mir is with her and."
During this time Elladan had found them in the garden and together he and Mirlómien had carried Narmir to his father. And so Elrohir avoided his fathers lecture, for by that time Elladan and Mir had arrived carrying Narmir, giving Elrond no choice but to turn his attentions to her.
She had always been a tough ranger, but her body had at last seemed to give in to weariness, for the wounds she had sustained in battle were far from healed. Even Lord Elrond's knowledge did not seem enough, for Narmir had lost all consciousness, and all those around her despaired. To Elrond she was as close to a daughter as he had ever really allowed a human to be, to Elladan a friend, and to Mir a sister.
If Mirlómien had not been blinded by her grief she would've seen the change that was coming over Elrohir. He had fallen into a state of grief more powerful than any he had ever known before. At least at his mothers departure he had had the comfort of knowing he would see her again someday. But would he? His heart was here in Rivendell, and even had he wanted to, he would never have been able to leave.
One morning Elrond came to visit Mirlómien, he at least had not been so blind to his sons grief.
"Lord Elrond you are worried. Is it Narmir?"
"Not exactly. I'm worried about Elrohir, he does not seem himself."
"Perhaps he is remembering his mother."
"That is what he claims, but he does not mention her, he is constantly with Narmir. Don't you see? I have lost a brother and daughter to humans, I worry I may be losing a son as well."
Mir looked up at him thoughtfully and said, "I have failed to notice this change, yet, supposing he may love a mortal. If he left her and followed you to Valinor, would you really have him?"
"He would get over her, he would not regret going."
"Elrond, you must trust Elrohir's judgement. If he truly loves her now, then I do not believe he will forget her so easily."
"Do you think he loves her?"
"I cannot speak for the hearts of eithier Elrohir or Narmir, but I will go sit with them and perhaps Elrohir will tell me his."
"Thank you. I pray Elbereth will be with you."
They found Lord Elrond in his library, he had been spending that afternoon planning the departure.
"Father! Come quick!" Elrohir yelled as he burst in the room.
Elrond looked up in alarm, "What has happened?"
"Narmir collapsed! She is down in the garden! She's here, she's."
"Calm down Elrohir. Now what is this you're speaking of? Narmir is dead."
"No, she is alive and has returned. But she is weary, and she has collapsed in the gardens."
"You left her there?"
"Mir is with her and."
During this time Elladan had found them in the garden and together he and Mirlómien had carried Narmir to his father. And so Elrohir avoided his fathers lecture, for by that time Elladan and Mir had arrived carrying Narmir, giving Elrond no choice but to turn his attentions to her.
She had always been a tough ranger, but her body had at last seemed to give in to weariness, for the wounds she had sustained in battle were far from healed. Even Lord Elrond's knowledge did not seem enough, for Narmir had lost all consciousness, and all those around her despaired. To Elrond she was as close to a daughter as he had ever really allowed a human to be, to Elladan a friend, and to Mir a sister.
If Mirlómien had not been blinded by her grief she would've seen the change that was coming over Elrohir. He had fallen into a state of grief more powerful than any he had ever known before. At least at his mothers departure he had had the comfort of knowing he would see her again someday. But would he? His heart was here in Rivendell, and even had he wanted to, he would never have been able to leave.
One morning Elrond came to visit Mirlómien, he at least had not been so blind to his sons grief.
"Lord Elrond you are worried. Is it Narmir?"
"Not exactly. I'm worried about Elrohir, he does not seem himself."
"Perhaps he is remembering his mother."
"That is what he claims, but he does not mention her, he is constantly with Narmir. Don't you see? I have lost a brother and daughter to humans, I worry I may be losing a son as well."
Mir looked up at him thoughtfully and said, "I have failed to notice this change, yet, supposing he may love a mortal. If he left her and followed you to Valinor, would you really have him?"
"He would get over her, he would not regret going."
"Elrond, you must trust Elrohir's judgement. If he truly loves her now, then I do not believe he will forget her so easily."
"Do you think he loves her?"
"I cannot speak for the hearts of eithier Elrohir or Narmir, but I will go sit with them and perhaps Elrohir will tell me his."
"Thank you. I pray Elbereth will be with you."