#16 Count Down
Elrond closed his eyes and took a deep relaxing breath. He was in his office packing for his trip to Valinor but found it hard to concentrate. With the war over and the battle against Sauron won, it was now time for him to go home and be reunited with his Celebrían.
Celebrían—oh, how he missed her. He missed everything about her: her silver eyes that shone, her smile, her laugh, even how she smelled—the beautiful scent of lavender.
Elrond shook his head and laughed softly. Opening his eyes, he looked over at his calendar where he was counting down the days in which he would finally sail and be reunited with her. "Only five more days left," he said as he crossed off another day.
Resuming his packing, Elrond glanced up as Elladan entered followed by Elrohir. They were staying behind until the day their sister's time on Middle-earth ended—forever—as she chose mortality.
"Adar, I know we are not departing yet, but will you please give this letter to Naneth when you see her? It is a letter stating when we have finished everything here; we will sail." Elladan handed his father a sealed envelope.
Elrond smiled as he took the letter from his son. "Of course, I will."
121 years later
Celebrían marked off another day from her calendar. She, like her husband, was counting down the days in which they would finally see their sons' again. Even though she was sad she would never see her daughter again; she at least would be reunited with her sons'.
Elrond watched his wife cross off a day. It seemed like yesterday he was the one crossing off days to when he would see her.
Only two more days and we will be a family again, Elrond thought to himself. Then let the countdown begin on how long it would take before they decided to prank everyone in Valinor.
Elrond wondered if Glorfindel would let him move in with him once they arrive, although Elrond highly doubted it, it was worth a try.