Elrond searched for Celebrian but he found her not. He finally found her
riding her horse on one of the woodland trails north of Imladris. He rode
up alongside her.
"It is not wise Lady Celebrian," he said. "For one to go riding alone and unarmed in these parts. For trolls freely roam these parts."
She smiled. "Then would you ride with me, lord, and we shall be both company and protection unto the other, for a while."
Elrond took Celebrian's hand and they rode together for several hours, turning back at the sound of the noonday bells. Lisseriel, Celebrian's personal handmaiden, was waiting for her.
"Celebrian," she said. "I have most regretful news. Volondowen is terrribly ill."
Celebrian froze. She was afraid this would happen.
"Take me to her." Celebrian ordered.
They followed Lisseriel to the hospital wing. Volodowen lay on the bed. Her face was pale and her hair was limp and soaked with with sweat. Galadriel sat beside her, holding her hand.
"Celebrian," Galadriel said softly. "From her grief, she fell dreadfully ill. Alas! She has succombed to it."
Celebrian looked at Volondowen's face. She sank to her knees, almost in tears.
Whether Volondowen had reached the Halls of Mandos yet or not, she was on her way.
She felt Celeborn's hand on her shoulder.
"Soon she will be with her brother again." He said
"It is not wise Lady Celebrian," he said. "For one to go riding alone and unarmed in these parts. For trolls freely roam these parts."
She smiled. "Then would you ride with me, lord, and we shall be both company and protection unto the other, for a while."
Elrond took Celebrian's hand and they rode together for several hours, turning back at the sound of the noonday bells. Lisseriel, Celebrian's personal handmaiden, was waiting for her.
"Celebrian," she said. "I have most regretful news. Volondowen is terrribly ill."
Celebrian froze. She was afraid this would happen.
"Take me to her." Celebrian ordered.
They followed Lisseriel to the hospital wing. Volodowen lay on the bed. Her face was pale and her hair was limp and soaked with with sweat. Galadriel sat beside her, holding her hand.
"Celebrian," Galadriel said softly. "From her grief, she fell dreadfully ill. Alas! She has succombed to it."
Celebrian looked at Volondowen's face. She sank to her knees, almost in tears.
Whether Volondowen had reached the Halls of Mandos yet or not, she was on her way.
She felt Celeborn's hand on her shoulder.
"Soon she will be with her brother again." He said
