NOTE: Chapter Six is finished! (FINALLY!)
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Chapter Six: Creoso, Celebrían (Welcome, Celebrían)
"You're one step ahead of me, Aragorn," Elrond said. "True, Erestor and Glorfindel will be in charge of Imladris during our leave of absence, as they have always done. But I do not think that it will be necessary for them to know. If they ask, we will tell them about it. But only if they ask."
Elladan nodded and cleared his throat nervously. Everyone looked at him. He looked down, playing with his fingers.
"Ada."he began. " Will..will Nana come with us?"
Dead silence followed. Elrond turned from his eldest, Celebrían's son. The Lord's deep intakes of breath could be heard as he struggled to breathe.
"Please, Ada?" Arwen asked, near tears.
When Elrond gave no sign of responding, Aragorn knelt beside Arwen and engulfed her in a hug, reassuring her and trying to keep her from crying.
*She's cried too much recently* Aragorn thought.
Finally, Elrond spoke. "How will we get her back from the Undying Lands? Like all of you, I would like for her to be with us as well, but the question is how?"
No one spoke. It was obvious that no one knew how.
The Lord of Rivendell sighed, trying to restrain the tears flowing from his eyes.
"Please excuse me." Elrond rose and headed toward his chambers.
Aragorn made a move to follow him, but a hand on his shoulder stilled him. He looked down.
"Leave him be, Estel. Sometimes Ada needs his time alone," Arwen said. "Besides, it's just the right time for an afternoon nap."
She looked pointedly at Elladan and Gandalf.
"Hmm? Oh! Uh.right! This meeting will be postponed until further notice," Elladan stammered.
Aragorn left, but then stopped. He wasn't tired; he didn't want to rest.
*I'll go back to the library* Aragorn thought. *Besides, I need to look at some maps so we won't get lost on the way tomorrow*
He walked back into the spacious library, not noticing that someone followed him quietly.
It crept around the corner, tailing Aragorn silently and entered the library with him. Not until it was nearly upon him did Aragorn feel someone breathing lightly on the back of his neck.
He stiffened, hand instinctively reaching for the dagger that Elrond had given him long ago, the one that he always kept by his side.
"It seems that I have bested you again, Aragorn," a beautiful voice whispered into his ear.
Aragorn sighed, relief flooding through him as he turned around to look into the face of his beloved.
"You scared me to Mandos," he murmured as Arwen kissed him lovingly.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. "Are you not tired?"
"I did not wish to retire to my chambers," he explained. "And no, I am not tired."
"You've got better things to do than look at old maps, melamin" Arwen whispered into his ear, her fingers running through Aragorn's hair.
Aragorn felt himself giving in to her powerful emotions. "What things?"
Arwen took off her robe, revealing her naked body. "These things."
Aragorn gasped, hugging Arwen to him to hide her complete state of undress. He gathered up her robe and rushed off to her room.
Upon arrival, Aragorn threw open the door and laid Arwen on the bed. She drew him down with her, kissing him and allowing him all the time he needed to explore her mouth. Arwen threw her robe off the bed, along with Aragorn's clothes as she took them off with her trembling hands. Soon, naked bodies were entwined together and breathing grew heavier. Aragorn closed his eyes and let desire take over.
* * *
Elrond lay on his bed, oblivious to Erestor's knockings on the door. He barely heard the click of a key in the lock as tears trickled down his face.
Erestor flew in in a rage.
"You ask me to fetch you a sleeping potion but you lock the door and then refuse to open it!" Erestor growled angrily.
"I'm terribly sorry, Erestor. I don't feel too well at this moment."
"I can tell. Especially if you are asking me for a SLEEPING POTION from me" Erestor set down the herbs and then left, as to not disturb the lord. "It was all I could find."
Elrond took the herbs, crushed them, and put them inside his mouth. Immediately, he was deep in dreams.
START DREAM
He kissed her for the billionth time, letting his lips linger on hers.
"Is this a dream?" Elrond asked.
Celebrían avoided his gaze. Finally, she stood up and slowly faded away into the blazing light behind her.
"This is a dream. I have only come to tell you this: await me once you wake up for dinner. I'll be there."
END DREAM
Elrond tossed in his sleep as Celebrían faded away from his mind. Dinner would take some time to arrive.
* * *
Aragorn lay in Arwen's spacious bed. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, bringing them smack next to each other. Nothing could be more perfect.until someone knocked on the door.
Startled, the both of them jumped out of bed and frantically searched for their clothes.
Unfortunately for Arwen, she had to dig through her closet for something more appropriate to wear than her thin silk robe.
"Arwen? Are you in there or not?" a familiar voice asked. The elf outside tested the door. Locked. He cursed loudly in Elvish.
"ARWEN!" He bellowed, kicking the door open.
Legalos stopped short. Aragorn was half dressed with only his pants on while Arwen was completely undressed. Aragorn crossed the room swiftly over to where Arwen was and hid Arwen from Legalos's view, shoving her into her closet to get dressed.
"Umm, you were saying?" Aragorn asked as calmly as he could while slipping on his shirt, acting as if Legalos had not just witnessed that scene.
Legalos sighed. "I was trying to find Lord Elrond. But the Glorfindel told me that Erestor had told him that the Lord didn't wish to be disturbed. So, I came to find you. But, no, you weren't in your room. So I thought Arwen might know."
Arwen took that moment to come out of her closet, DRESSED.
"And I bet SHE knew where you were, Legalos said dryly, watching Aragorn's reaction.
"Why did you need to search for him?" Arwen asked.
"Well, we are leaving tomorrow, the Fellowship," Legalos said.
"And."
"And I thought we could look at some maps together and talk about our routes," Legalos explained.
Arwen groaned as Aragorn laughed.
"What?" the Prince asked, utterly confused.
* * *
Elrond awoke, feeling the lingering presence of Celebrían. *Where is she?* he thought as he searched through his chambers for any possible glimpse of her. Nothing. Sighing, he went downstairs. It was time for dinner.
A wonderful smell entered his nose. Poikaer (pure one), the cook, was setting out the food on the table.
"Is dinner ready?" Elrond asked.
"Yes," Poikaer said. "Your family and guests are waiting for you."
"Guests?"
"The Fellowship, my Lord," the cook said.
"Hmm? Oh, yes. Thank you," Elrond said, trying not to be upset. He walked into the dining room and quickly scanned it.
Everyone greeted him and then went back to their own conversations. *Everyone's here except Celebrían* he thought. *And.* his eyes drifted toward the empty seat next to Aragorn. *.Arwen*. Elrond tried to mask his concern as he walked over to where Aragorn sat.
Aragorn noticed the urgency in the Lord's eyes and quickly ended his conversation with Frodo and the other hobbits.
"Mani naa ta (What is it?)" Aragorn asked.
"Nothing much," Elrond said hesitantly. "Just.just find Arwen."
He watched as Aragorn nodded and jogged off the Arwen's bedchamber and then he wondered, *Why in all Valor am I suddenly so worried about her safety? Does it have something to do with Celebrían?*
*There must be something wrong if Ada looked so worried* Aragorn thought as he ran off.
He pushed open the door to Arwen's bedroom.
"Arwen?"
All he received was silence. No one was there.
* * *
*She wasn't in the garden, not in the library, not in Elrond's study, all the horses are in the stables, and not in her bedroom. WHERE is she?*
Aragorn stopped at a study unfamiliar to him, catching some movement inside.
*Who's in there?* he wondered.
* * *
After walking with Aragorn and Legalos, Arwen had gone into the garden. Memories of her mother had suddenly overwhelmed her wherever she went. The garden was her last resort to some peace and quiet. But the memories did not stop coming there.
*How Nana loved this garden* Arwen thought. *She planted every tree, bush, and flower in this garden with her bare hands. And the benches. Nana designed them* she sighed. *Maybe I'll go to Nana's study. It's been a while and Ada never goes there anymore*.
Slowly, Arwen got up and went inside, climbing the windy stairs until she reached her mother's study. Arwen knew that everyone else was eating dinner, but she knew she had to get to her mother's study first.
Arwen turned the doorknob. To her surprise, it was unlocked. *Ada always locked it and kept the keys in his study* she mused. As Arwen pushed the door open, a room filled with the last rays of sunlight greeted her.
Suddenly, Arwen froze. *Who was sitting at the desk?* It sure wasn't her father; he had dark locks, like her. This elf had long, blond hair.
Then, the elf turned. Arwen gasped.
"Nana?" came her hoarse whisper.
* * *
*What is taking him so long?* Elrond wondered, poking at his food while everyone else ate. Dinner had started thirty minutes ago. *I'll wait a little longer. If he still doesn't come back. I'll have to find both of them myself*.
* * *
Hesitantly, Aragorn turned the knob. No one was there. *Where is the person I saw seconds ago?*
Unconsciously, he drew out his dagger.
He whirled around, hearing soft footsteps approaching. Aragorn sighed, sheathing his dagger.
"Must you always try to sneak up on me?" Aragorn asked, feeling quite annoyed with her. "'Tis the second time today!"
"I'm sorry, Aragorn," Arwen said, lowering her eyes. He had never been angry with her before.
Aragorn's anger vanished immediately, seeing her greatly affected by his mood swing. He leaned in and embraced her warmly, burying his face in her silky hair.
"Amin hiraetha (I'm sorry). It's just that you scared me so badly," he said as she quickly wiped her tears away.
"Why did you come in here?" Arwen implored.
"Elrond sent me to find you. Dinner started about thirty minutes ago," Aragorn replied. He paused. "Whose study is this?"
Arwen's eyes lit up. Aragorn sucked in his breath. He loved it when that happened.
"Let me show you." She took his hand and led him around the curving wall that blocked his view of Celebrían. "Close your eyes," she whispered into his ear.
* * *
*That's it. I'm going to find them and hopefully NOT interrupt some 'activities' if that's what's keeping them* Elrond slammed his fork down and strode out of the room, oblivious to the stares of others.
* * *
Arwen let go of Aragorn's hand. "Stay her," she ordered, then walked away.
Aragorn could her he quietly conversing with someone. He waited impatiently, nearly dying of curiosity.
"Ok, now you can look," Arwen said sweetly.
His eyes snapped open, as well as his mouth (nearly) and he gazed in utter shock at the two nearly identical Elven women in front of him. The only difference was their hair color.
Aragorn struggled to find his voice. The elf with blond hair smiled, clearly enjoying his astonishment.
"So you are Aragorn," she said, her voice ringing in the silence.
"Yes," Aragorn managed to choke out. "Who are you, if I may ask?"
"My name is Celebrían." Utter disbelief showed on Aragorn's face. "Daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, wife of Elrond, and," she paused," mother to Arwen and the twins."
Aragorn swallowed hard. *Didn't Celebrían depart for the Undying Lands long ago?* he thought in confusion.
"Yes, I did," Arwen's mother said, reading his mind. "But for this 'transformation', Círdan the Shipwright allowed me to come back."
Before Aragorn could speak, the doorknob rattled. Someone was coming.
"I thought you said everyone was at dinner," Arwen whispered to Aragorn.
"I never said that," Aragorn said grimly, hand automatically resting on his dagger.
Celebrían calmed the two of them after a few moments of silence. "It seems that this person has now left us. And besides, there is no one in Imladris who would want to harm any of us."
"Tell that to Aragorn," Arwen snorted, relaxing a bit at her mother's words.
Ignoring her, Aragorn said slowly, still alert for any possible danger, "True, but..." He listened for sounds at the door. Then, he sighted some movement near the wall and drew his blade. "Perhaps not."
The elf appeared. "Aragorn, I have been looking for you and Arwen for ages." Elrond did not seem to notice Celebrían shielded behind Aragorn and Arwen.
"And you seem to not have recognized my voice or appearance while eavesdropping on our conversation," Celebrían said, coming out from behind Aragorn and Arwen. She looked at Elrond expectantly.
He was speechless.
"Celebrían," he whispered hoarsely as he rushed out to embrace her.
"You came in my dreams, didn't you?" Elrond asked after breaking apart from his wife.
"Yes, but it was Arwen who found me, not you," she said teasingly, her eyes drifting off to where Aragorn stood uncomfortably, obviously not included in the happy family reunion. "And Estel."
Aragorn started, caught off guard by being called his Elvish name.
Elrond smiled at his daughter and foster son. "Come," he said, planting a kiss on Celebrían's forehead, "everyone will be wondering where we all went. Especially Elladan and Elrohoir."
But just as they walked out of Celebrían's study, Elladan and Elrohoir burst up the stairs.
"Nana!" they cried in unison when they noticed their mother.
She sighed, exasperated. "I have surprised enough people today." She embraced them warmly. "Now, let's go down and eat!"
Celebrían did not know how many people she was to stun when she got downstairs.
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Chapter Six: Creoso, Celebrían (Welcome, Celebrían)
"You're one step ahead of me, Aragorn," Elrond said. "True, Erestor and Glorfindel will be in charge of Imladris during our leave of absence, as they have always done. But I do not think that it will be necessary for them to know. If they ask, we will tell them about it. But only if they ask."
Elladan nodded and cleared his throat nervously. Everyone looked at him. He looked down, playing with his fingers.
"Ada."he began. " Will..will Nana come with us?"
Dead silence followed. Elrond turned from his eldest, Celebrían's son. The Lord's deep intakes of breath could be heard as he struggled to breathe.
"Please, Ada?" Arwen asked, near tears.
When Elrond gave no sign of responding, Aragorn knelt beside Arwen and engulfed her in a hug, reassuring her and trying to keep her from crying.
*She's cried too much recently* Aragorn thought.
Finally, Elrond spoke. "How will we get her back from the Undying Lands? Like all of you, I would like for her to be with us as well, but the question is how?"
No one spoke. It was obvious that no one knew how.
The Lord of Rivendell sighed, trying to restrain the tears flowing from his eyes.
"Please excuse me." Elrond rose and headed toward his chambers.
Aragorn made a move to follow him, but a hand on his shoulder stilled him. He looked down.
"Leave him be, Estel. Sometimes Ada needs his time alone," Arwen said. "Besides, it's just the right time for an afternoon nap."
She looked pointedly at Elladan and Gandalf.
"Hmm? Oh! Uh.right! This meeting will be postponed until further notice," Elladan stammered.
Aragorn left, but then stopped. He wasn't tired; he didn't want to rest.
*I'll go back to the library* Aragorn thought. *Besides, I need to look at some maps so we won't get lost on the way tomorrow*
He walked back into the spacious library, not noticing that someone followed him quietly.
It crept around the corner, tailing Aragorn silently and entered the library with him. Not until it was nearly upon him did Aragorn feel someone breathing lightly on the back of his neck.
He stiffened, hand instinctively reaching for the dagger that Elrond had given him long ago, the one that he always kept by his side.
"It seems that I have bested you again, Aragorn," a beautiful voice whispered into his ear.
Aragorn sighed, relief flooding through him as he turned around to look into the face of his beloved.
"You scared me to Mandos," he murmured as Arwen kissed him lovingly.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. "Are you not tired?"
"I did not wish to retire to my chambers," he explained. "And no, I am not tired."
"You've got better things to do than look at old maps, melamin" Arwen whispered into his ear, her fingers running through Aragorn's hair.
Aragorn felt himself giving in to her powerful emotions. "What things?"
Arwen took off her robe, revealing her naked body. "These things."
Aragorn gasped, hugging Arwen to him to hide her complete state of undress. He gathered up her robe and rushed off to her room.
Upon arrival, Aragorn threw open the door and laid Arwen on the bed. She drew him down with her, kissing him and allowing him all the time he needed to explore her mouth. Arwen threw her robe off the bed, along with Aragorn's clothes as she took them off with her trembling hands. Soon, naked bodies were entwined together and breathing grew heavier. Aragorn closed his eyes and let desire take over.
* * *
Elrond lay on his bed, oblivious to Erestor's knockings on the door. He barely heard the click of a key in the lock as tears trickled down his face.
Erestor flew in in a rage.
"You ask me to fetch you a sleeping potion but you lock the door and then refuse to open it!" Erestor growled angrily.
"I'm terribly sorry, Erestor. I don't feel too well at this moment."
"I can tell. Especially if you are asking me for a SLEEPING POTION from me" Erestor set down the herbs and then left, as to not disturb the lord. "It was all I could find."
Elrond took the herbs, crushed them, and put them inside his mouth. Immediately, he was deep in dreams.
START DREAM
He kissed her for the billionth time, letting his lips linger on hers.
"Is this a dream?" Elrond asked.
Celebrían avoided his gaze. Finally, she stood up and slowly faded away into the blazing light behind her.
"This is a dream. I have only come to tell you this: await me once you wake up for dinner. I'll be there."
END DREAM
Elrond tossed in his sleep as Celebrían faded away from his mind. Dinner would take some time to arrive.
* * *
Aragorn lay in Arwen's spacious bed. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, bringing them smack next to each other. Nothing could be more perfect.until someone knocked on the door.
Startled, the both of them jumped out of bed and frantically searched for their clothes.
Unfortunately for Arwen, she had to dig through her closet for something more appropriate to wear than her thin silk robe.
"Arwen? Are you in there or not?" a familiar voice asked. The elf outside tested the door. Locked. He cursed loudly in Elvish.
"ARWEN!" He bellowed, kicking the door open.
Legalos stopped short. Aragorn was half dressed with only his pants on while Arwen was completely undressed. Aragorn crossed the room swiftly over to where Arwen was and hid Arwen from Legalos's view, shoving her into her closet to get dressed.
"Umm, you were saying?" Aragorn asked as calmly as he could while slipping on his shirt, acting as if Legalos had not just witnessed that scene.
Legalos sighed. "I was trying to find Lord Elrond. But the Glorfindel told me that Erestor had told him that the Lord didn't wish to be disturbed. So, I came to find you. But, no, you weren't in your room. So I thought Arwen might know."
Arwen took that moment to come out of her closet, DRESSED.
"And I bet SHE knew where you were, Legalos said dryly, watching Aragorn's reaction.
"Why did you need to search for him?" Arwen asked.
"Well, we are leaving tomorrow, the Fellowship," Legalos said.
"And."
"And I thought we could look at some maps together and talk about our routes," Legalos explained.
Arwen groaned as Aragorn laughed.
"What?" the Prince asked, utterly confused.
* * *
Elrond awoke, feeling the lingering presence of Celebrían. *Where is she?* he thought as he searched through his chambers for any possible glimpse of her. Nothing. Sighing, he went downstairs. It was time for dinner.
A wonderful smell entered his nose. Poikaer (pure one), the cook, was setting out the food on the table.
"Is dinner ready?" Elrond asked.
"Yes," Poikaer said. "Your family and guests are waiting for you."
"Guests?"
"The Fellowship, my Lord," the cook said.
"Hmm? Oh, yes. Thank you," Elrond said, trying not to be upset. He walked into the dining room and quickly scanned it.
Everyone greeted him and then went back to their own conversations. *Everyone's here except Celebrían* he thought. *And.* his eyes drifted toward the empty seat next to Aragorn. *.Arwen*. Elrond tried to mask his concern as he walked over to where Aragorn sat.
Aragorn noticed the urgency in the Lord's eyes and quickly ended his conversation with Frodo and the other hobbits.
"Mani naa ta (What is it?)" Aragorn asked.
"Nothing much," Elrond said hesitantly. "Just.just find Arwen."
He watched as Aragorn nodded and jogged off the Arwen's bedchamber and then he wondered, *Why in all Valor am I suddenly so worried about her safety? Does it have something to do with Celebrían?*
*There must be something wrong if Ada looked so worried* Aragorn thought as he ran off.
He pushed open the door to Arwen's bedroom.
"Arwen?"
All he received was silence. No one was there.
* * *
*She wasn't in the garden, not in the library, not in Elrond's study, all the horses are in the stables, and not in her bedroom. WHERE is she?*
Aragorn stopped at a study unfamiliar to him, catching some movement inside.
*Who's in there?* he wondered.
* * *
After walking with Aragorn and Legalos, Arwen had gone into the garden. Memories of her mother had suddenly overwhelmed her wherever she went. The garden was her last resort to some peace and quiet. But the memories did not stop coming there.
*How Nana loved this garden* Arwen thought. *She planted every tree, bush, and flower in this garden with her bare hands. And the benches. Nana designed them* she sighed. *Maybe I'll go to Nana's study. It's been a while and Ada never goes there anymore*.
Slowly, Arwen got up and went inside, climbing the windy stairs until she reached her mother's study. Arwen knew that everyone else was eating dinner, but she knew she had to get to her mother's study first.
Arwen turned the doorknob. To her surprise, it was unlocked. *Ada always locked it and kept the keys in his study* she mused. As Arwen pushed the door open, a room filled with the last rays of sunlight greeted her.
Suddenly, Arwen froze. *Who was sitting at the desk?* It sure wasn't her father; he had dark locks, like her. This elf had long, blond hair.
Then, the elf turned. Arwen gasped.
"Nana?" came her hoarse whisper.
* * *
*What is taking him so long?* Elrond wondered, poking at his food while everyone else ate. Dinner had started thirty minutes ago. *I'll wait a little longer. If he still doesn't come back. I'll have to find both of them myself*.
* * *
Hesitantly, Aragorn turned the knob. No one was there. *Where is the person I saw seconds ago?*
Unconsciously, he drew out his dagger.
He whirled around, hearing soft footsteps approaching. Aragorn sighed, sheathing his dagger.
"Must you always try to sneak up on me?" Aragorn asked, feeling quite annoyed with her. "'Tis the second time today!"
"I'm sorry, Aragorn," Arwen said, lowering her eyes. He had never been angry with her before.
Aragorn's anger vanished immediately, seeing her greatly affected by his mood swing. He leaned in and embraced her warmly, burying his face in her silky hair.
"Amin hiraetha (I'm sorry). It's just that you scared me so badly," he said as she quickly wiped her tears away.
"Why did you come in here?" Arwen implored.
"Elrond sent me to find you. Dinner started about thirty minutes ago," Aragorn replied. He paused. "Whose study is this?"
Arwen's eyes lit up. Aragorn sucked in his breath. He loved it when that happened.
"Let me show you." She took his hand and led him around the curving wall that blocked his view of Celebrían. "Close your eyes," she whispered into his ear.
* * *
*That's it. I'm going to find them and hopefully NOT interrupt some 'activities' if that's what's keeping them* Elrond slammed his fork down and strode out of the room, oblivious to the stares of others.
* * *
Arwen let go of Aragorn's hand. "Stay her," she ordered, then walked away.
Aragorn could her he quietly conversing with someone. He waited impatiently, nearly dying of curiosity.
"Ok, now you can look," Arwen said sweetly.
His eyes snapped open, as well as his mouth (nearly) and he gazed in utter shock at the two nearly identical Elven women in front of him. The only difference was their hair color.
Aragorn struggled to find his voice. The elf with blond hair smiled, clearly enjoying his astonishment.
"So you are Aragorn," she said, her voice ringing in the silence.
"Yes," Aragorn managed to choke out. "Who are you, if I may ask?"
"My name is Celebrían." Utter disbelief showed on Aragorn's face. "Daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, wife of Elrond, and," she paused," mother to Arwen and the twins."
Aragorn swallowed hard. *Didn't Celebrían depart for the Undying Lands long ago?* he thought in confusion.
"Yes, I did," Arwen's mother said, reading his mind. "But for this 'transformation', Círdan the Shipwright allowed me to come back."
Before Aragorn could speak, the doorknob rattled. Someone was coming.
"I thought you said everyone was at dinner," Arwen whispered to Aragorn.
"I never said that," Aragorn said grimly, hand automatically resting on his dagger.
Celebrían calmed the two of them after a few moments of silence. "It seems that this person has now left us. And besides, there is no one in Imladris who would want to harm any of us."
"Tell that to Aragorn," Arwen snorted, relaxing a bit at her mother's words.
Ignoring her, Aragorn said slowly, still alert for any possible danger, "True, but..." He listened for sounds at the door. Then, he sighted some movement near the wall and drew his blade. "Perhaps not."
The elf appeared. "Aragorn, I have been looking for you and Arwen for ages." Elrond did not seem to notice Celebrían shielded behind Aragorn and Arwen.
"And you seem to not have recognized my voice or appearance while eavesdropping on our conversation," Celebrían said, coming out from behind Aragorn and Arwen. She looked at Elrond expectantly.
He was speechless.
"Celebrían," he whispered hoarsely as he rushed out to embrace her.
"You came in my dreams, didn't you?" Elrond asked after breaking apart from his wife.
"Yes, but it was Arwen who found me, not you," she said teasingly, her eyes drifting off to where Aragorn stood uncomfortably, obviously not included in the happy family reunion. "And Estel."
Aragorn started, caught off guard by being called his Elvish name.
Elrond smiled at his daughter and foster son. "Come," he said, planting a kiss on Celebrían's forehead, "everyone will be wondering where we all went. Especially Elladan and Elrohoir."
But just as they walked out of Celebrían's study, Elladan and Elrohoir burst up the stairs.
"Nana!" they cried in unison when they noticed their mother.
She sighed, exasperated. "I have surprised enough people today." She embraced them warmly. "Now, let's go down and eat!"
Celebrían did not know how many people she was to stun when she got downstairs.