God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense.
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own Interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

—Light Shining Out of Darkness, William Cowper

000

Katie called her grandmother while Megan was out of the room that evening, just to make sure that she had come back, as well. They mulled over the dramatic ending to their most recent stay in Rivendell, and then were quiet for a minute.

"Gram?" Katie finally said.

"Yes, Dear?"

Katie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt hot with fear, but there was also a great element of joy in it. She made herself say the words and take the leap.

"…Would you please pray with me?"

She could hear the wide smile in her grandmother's voice. "Of course I will, Sweetie."

000

In Rivendell, Lossefalme had a long talk with Lord Elrond about what she had done, and was very truly repentant. The experience had frightened Lossefalme very much. She had practiced necromancy, a deed justly forbidden by the Valar. She sailed to Aman the next year, and a good friend accompanied her: Sadron. He had guessed what was happening and confronted Lossefalme about it, but like Katie, he had had only circumstantial evidence, and so did not carry his suspicions to Lord Elrond. Now he took her under his wing.

Elrohir and Erestor talked much in the following years over what they had learned from Vivian, whom they called Merenind—that is, Joyous-heart. She was accounted by them a saelon, a wise woman in the order of Andreth, but with a Hope Andreth had not. They shared the knowledge she had taught them with Elrond and Elladan, and with Mithrandir, when he came. As time passed, these slowly put the thoughts away, as a light too bright to look at. But Elrohir treasured up these things and pondered them many times in his heart.

Soon after Vivian and Katie's departure, Arwen returned to Lothlórien, where she remained for some time. Estel wandered in the wild and fought against Sauron for nearly thirty years, and became good friends with Gandalf the Wise. He took the name Thorongil and rode in the host of the Rohirrim, and fought for the Lord of Gondor by land and by sea. He traveled far, into the East and the South, before coming at the age of nine and forty to Lórien. And there he met again with Arwen beneath the trees of Caras Galadon, and there Arwen's choice was made and her doom appointed.

But that is for another story.

The End

…Only not…

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