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A/N As you can guess from the heading, this one is set at the end of Third Age.. but.. it hit me and I could not refuse.
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UNDER THE TREES OF ERYN LASGALEN
He had expected to find him there, watching the stars.
He knew that look in his son's eyes, the unbearable sea longing that no elf could hope to defeat.
"How is it," he wondered bitterly, "that in exchange for every victory I must lose a part of my heart?"
"He'll be better there, closer to the sea," he had lied to himself. Not even among the trees had he been able to find comfort: "Let him go," they seemed to whisper, or was it "one day you, too, shall go?"
Thranduil sighed; then spoke:
"You may go to Ithilien"
Word Count: 100; Jan 2005
A/N: Cause sometimes you've said goodbye long before actually leaving