Chapter Ten
Feasting in the Trees
Haldir opened the door into the White Hall and they gasped. It was more beautiful every time. The Lady and Lord Celeborn sat at the head table along with Gilwen and four empty chairs where they were to sit. Haldir went and sat with his brothers at a side table. Carangil walked over to his wife and sat down as they clasped hands. He greeted all at the table and the food was brought out. They drank spiced elvish wine while eating roasted meats and vegetables along with some lembas. After they had finished the tableware was taken away and a fire was lit.
"Lord Carangil, please will you tell us of your decision. We all must leave for our grand-daughters coming of age tomorrow and we wish to know if you will be traveling with us," said Lord Celeborn.
"I have already spoken of my choice, it is neither exile nor the sword. I have already done both in my life and all I want is peace," was the reply that came.
"My husband, that is the answer the Valar wanted. We may enter together to live forever in peace and happiness," said Gilwen from her seat and Carangil was happy.
"Let us forget the sorrows of the past and enjoy the telling of the tale of Beren and Luthien. Come, let us go down to the meadow where the storytellers are waiting," said the Lady Galadriel.
They went down and listened to the greatest love story that had ever happened. The tale was one filled with sadness and joy, life and death, recovering of things lost and the most important, acceptance between the races. They readied themselves for the journey home the next morning and they left before the sun had crested its peak. The journey was short and uneventful as they were a great host with many warriors. They reached Imladris two days before the day of Arwen's coming of age and many preparations were being made.
Feasting in the Trees
Haldir opened the door into the White Hall and they gasped. It was more beautiful every time. The Lady and Lord Celeborn sat at the head table along with Gilwen and four empty chairs where they were to sit. Haldir went and sat with his brothers at a side table. Carangil walked over to his wife and sat down as they clasped hands. He greeted all at the table and the food was brought out. They drank spiced elvish wine while eating roasted meats and vegetables along with some lembas. After they had finished the tableware was taken away and a fire was lit.
"Lord Carangil, please will you tell us of your decision. We all must leave for our grand-daughters coming of age tomorrow and we wish to know if you will be traveling with us," said Lord Celeborn.
"I have already spoken of my choice, it is neither exile nor the sword. I have already done both in my life and all I want is peace," was the reply that came.
"My husband, that is the answer the Valar wanted. We may enter together to live forever in peace and happiness," said Gilwen from her seat and Carangil was happy.
"Let us forget the sorrows of the past and enjoy the telling of the tale of Beren and Luthien. Come, let us go down to the meadow where the storytellers are waiting," said the Lady Galadriel.
They went down and listened to the greatest love story that had ever happened. The tale was one filled with sadness and joy, life and death, recovering of things lost and the most important, acceptance between the races. They readied themselves for the journey home the next morning and they left before the sun had crested its peak. The journey was short and uneventful as they were a great host with many warriors. They reached Imladris two days before the day of Arwen's coming of age and many preparations were being made.