Homecoming
"Ada! We're home!"
Elrond shot out of his chair as the long-awaited call echoed in the halls of Imladris and his sons burst into his office.
"Oh, my sons," he murmured, trying to embrace them both at once, a task that had been easier when they only came up to his knees.
They were sweaty and unwashed, coated with the dust of long months of travel. The fierce glint of vengeance had yet to fade from their eyes, and the lines on their faces spoke of weariness beyond belief.
And he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
Written for the "Dust" challenge on the Tolkien Weekly Livejournal community.
Author's Notes:
seeing-spots: I live nowhere near Montana, so I wouldn't know, but your descriptions are wonderful! Some good comes of everything. :) I'm glad that you liked this chapter! Arwen is always associated with niphredil, and Rosie (in my mind) with roses, so it just seemed to match. Thank you for reviewing!
ellfine: Thank you! Love can make fools of even the wisest. :)
Avalon Estel: I'm glad that you liked it! I thought that, being a gardener, Sam would probably associate Rosie with her namesake. Thank you very much!
kingmaker: It's always good to have some sort of tie, especially when you are far away from your love (as Sam is) or have little hope of marrying her (like Aragorn). Thank you for your review, and I'm glad that you were amused:)