Well here we go, the final chapter. I have come to love Celeglin very much since writing this and its wierd to think I was working through writing this this time last year! Thank you to everyone for reading and reviewing, I hope you've enjoyed it!
I haven't focused much on Celebrian as this story's concern is Mr Moody and Elemiriel but I have written a side piece of Celebrian's time in the mountains and how it affected her - this is however being posted as an 'M' because its surprising (and worrying) what my mind came out with. If you are interested you know its there.

Chapter twenty six

"I have made a decision, to leave for Valinor," Celebrían's voice was slightly strained and the light had never fully returned to her eyes after she had begun to move again. Elemiriel noticed Elrond squeeze his wife's hand and look down at the floor. They both decided she thought briefly before the sadness of the situation hit her. Her long time friend was leaving. The rest of the conversation passed in a sad blur, all Elemiriel could think of was what the rest of her life would be like without her friend and with the darkness gathering about more than ever. Letting Celeglin lead her to their rooms afterwards, Elemiriel held tightly to his hand.

Celeglin had often spoken to her of his time at the havens, and mentioned leaving for the west and the healing land of Valinor, she sensed he often thought about departing. The previous year her parents had left for Valinor, Celebros and the rest of Celeglin's surviving family had left years before. It seemed that the time of the elves was beginning to end.

Once inside their rooms, Elemiriel leant heavily against Celeglin as he put his arms about her. Even before Celebrían's injuries and decision he had considered asking Elemiriel if she would depart into the West, take the journey to Valinor. They had visited Havens once when Celeglin had been requested to take a message to Cirdan on Elrond's behalf, he had taken Elemiriel so she could see all he had described and so he could introduce her to Eärros. It had been pleasant yet then neither of them had been troubled by the increasing darkness and threat in Middle Earth nor felt a need to leave for Valinor.

Yet now there was such a change in perspective. Kissing Elemiriel on the forehead, Celeglin then looked her in the eye

"Would you want to stay?" he asked.

Elemiriel sighed and looked out of the tall window at the trees swaying slightly in the breeze, the sunlight glinting off the Bruinen's rippling waters, it was beautiful and it was home. But how long would it last? What would happen when the light began to fade, when those who she loved were claimed by war and darkness?

"Would you want to leave?" was her response.

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The waves rolling gently into the docks was a soothing yet sorrowful as Celeglin and Elemiriel said their farewells to those who had journeyed to the havens, embracing Elrond and his family tightly, there was no doubting their friends would be missed. To Elladan and Elrohir Celeglin presented finely crafted hunting daggers and to Arwen Elemiriel gave a set of fine needles and a small volume of songs and poetry. Elrond bid them a fair journey and solace and Celeglin thanked him one last time for the generosity and the treatment he had given to Celeglin's family and the other fugitives from Eregion. With a final goodbye to those assembled Celeglin and Elemiriel walked down the lamp-lit quay to the boat prepared and waiting, leaving Celebrían the time left with her family.

Standing upon the wooden decks of the slightly rocking ship Celeglin looked along the docks, illuminated in the lamplight were groups still saying their farewells and between the passing mariners loading the ship with the last items of luggage Celeglin caught a glimpse of Elrond and Celebrían standing tightly pressed together, her head buried in his chest. After the next mariner had passed and his view had been obscured again, Elrond was standing alone following the movement of a pale haired figure being escorted toward the boat by the last of her guard.

Bittersweet.

Sensing Elemiriel's presence at his side he put an arm about her as they watched the mooring ropes being loosed and as the ship began to drift away in the tide. A song had begun, the melodies blending with the waves, themes of safe journey and farewell.

As the ship serenely moved further and further from the havens and all that could be made out were the dots of light from the lamps and buildings, Celeglin and Elemiriel turned to face the west and their future and thus the tale of Celeglin, survivor of Eregion, ends.