𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖗

There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time

— Jane Austen, Personal correspondence

I awoke before Glorfindel, his eyes closed and his breath deep and slow. The simple domesticity of his weight by my side tugged at my heart. But he still looked tired and sick, and there was nothing more peculiar than an ill-looking Elf, and nothing that hurt my heart more than an unwell Glorfindel. Time would heal him, I told myself, and yet that was something we didn't have. Yet we have more than enough, and more than most.

I traced his jaw until his eyelids flickered, and he pulled me closer to him.

"There are things I must do," I said, reluctantly after a while. He made a noise at the back of his throat, and held me tighter.

"I suppose I should make myself useful as well," he said in a deep, sleepy voice after a few minutes. "Elrond needs a seneschal and I need an occupation, but perhaps today I may accompany you?"

"I am in need of an assistant," I replied, smiling. "But the pay is very poor."

"I am happy to be paid in kisses," he affirmed.

I laughed into his chest, then pulled myself up to look at him. The deep shadows under his eyes were still there, and his short hair made him look more angular, and thinner than he should be. But he was smiling, and his eyes were twinkling.

"You'll find me a hard taskmaster," I warned.

"I'm yours to command, Mistress Healer," he said. I cocked an eyebrow, my cheeks hurting from smiling so hard.

We got dressed slowly, and quietly, simply content to be in each other's company. I was too tired to think overly much, and wanted to just be for a time. Not to worry, not to stress, not to fret - just to feel content and trust that it would be fine - at least for a while.

Glorfindel picked up my pack of instruments and asked where we were going first.

"It's teeth today," I said. "Mostly the children in the village, but there's a few complaints of toothache from the adults too."

"I suppose it is a village. Elrond has created an entire community," he mused. He held my hand as we walked down the steps at the Homely House into the village, and I knocked on doors to check my charges.

"Taking care of your teeth will help you avoid a lot of pain in the future," I lectured three small boys. It took a lot of coaxing to let me look inside their mouths, and issue them with wooden sticks with which they immediately started jabbing each other. Only Glorfindel's stern glare made them stop.

"Is the Elf sick? Are you healing him?" whispered one child.

"He's healing me," I said, a little sadly.

It was true though. I felt a deep and abiding peace fall over me.

"It's not entirely true," Glorfindel remarked as we left the village some hours later. I had to pull a tooth out of an older woman. One of her back molars had completely rotted, and she had almost fainted when I pulled it out - and then taken a look at the black little thing. I had to give everyone a lecture on dental hygiene, and announced I'd be back with a potion to wash their mouths with. They were mostly doubtful, but Glorfindel had crossed his arms and they all swore they'd follow my instructions. "You're healing me, too."

I squeezed his hand.

No one mentioned anything to us at lunch or dinner, although we sat next to each other and were always touching. I smiled gratefully to Elrond, who I knew was behind this little act of mercy. Valar only knows how he had managed to wrangle both Erestor and Celebrian into discretion.

Elwen winked at me.

We went for a walk after dinner, but I had nothing to say to him, and he had nothing to say to me. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed me on the head, and I felt complete.

Glorfindel and I fell into a routine. It was dull, it was domestic, it was lovely and it felt safe. Falling asleep in his arms every night felt like a luxury, and waking up next to him every morning felt like a miracle.

He accompanied me on trips to see the villagers, whose teeth were slowly in a better state, and then started going on excursions with Erestor and Arador by horse to map out the land. Elwen and I went for walks. We talked of everything but Glorfindel, who slept in my tent every night, so it could not have gone unnoticed that we were back together.

She wanted to know what to do to increase her chances of pregnancy, and spoke of it, and Lord Aradon's plans for the North constantly. She also spent some time with Lady Celebrian, who she seemed in awe of.

"She is elegance itself, so graceful…"

"Gah," I said, resentfully.

"You cannot fault her for her taste in Elves, Minnow," she said, slyly.

"Yes I can! I cannot understand anyone who cannot see Elrond's virtues."

"To be sure, there is much to commend him. And I rather imagine he would be your ideal - handsome, kind, empathetic, a healer, he gives you hair oil. And yet, he wasn't the one you fell in love with," she continued.

"Is Lord Aradon not your ideal?" I asked.

"I think I would have imagined marrying someone more like myself. My husband is wonderful… but he is not… chatty," she admitted. I laughed at her.

"Perhaps he just can't get a word in edgeways," I said, and she hit me with her fan.

"I do admire her gowns though," she said, wistfully. "Such embroidery I have never seen before!"

"She's the most selfish person alive and I grew up with Lind," I said.

"Well, I can never be true friends with her due to your feud with her, but I would like permission to spend some time embroidering with her?" asked Elwen.

"If you must," I said, thinking I should be kinder. Celebrian did need friends, and Elwen would hopefully be a positive influence on her.

Hopefully.

"I will not ask you about Glorfindel, for I see the two of you wish to keep things to yourself for a while," said Elrond a few weeks later. We were in his makeshift healers' room, and had been talking of the villagers' dental hygiene and how to improve it.

"Thank you," I said, stiffly, as I ground up some herbs. The botanical smell in the air was strong, and the freshness was clearing my head, it was so potent.

"I wanted to thank you for your kindness to Celebrian," he said.

"Oh?" I said, guiltily. I had not been kind to her, I thought, indeed, I had been ignoring her. But Elrond was smiling at me with his gentle face.

"She tells me that she enjoys the company of Princess Elwen, and that they are doing needlework together. She has also been attending to the herb garden," he said.

I struggled to think of something positive to say.

"How is the herb garden going? Is it flourishing?"

There was a long pause. "No," he said, at last.

For a few seconds I couldn't look at Elrond, but as soon as I caught his eyes, we both burst into laughter, and for a while we couldn't stop.

"Oh Valar!" he cried, clutching the table as I sat on the floor. "She's killed most of the plants, I only managed to save the ones you cut up."

This made me laugh harder. It was just so… stupid .

"What are you laughing about?" demanded Erestor, striding into the room and surveying us with suspicion.

"Nothing!" I said into my hands.

"Everyone is always having fun without me," he grumbled. "Some idiot has overwatered your herb garden, by the way, Elrond. Stop laughing. Minnow, stop laughing! Explain the joke to me. MINNOW!"

And then something happened as Glorfindel and I took our daily night time stroll. His arm was around me, and he kissed my forehead as we watched the sunset. The sun turned the deep yellow of an egg, then dipped below the mountains, and cast orangey light into the sky. And then, Glorfindel softly kissed my ear.

It had been almost a month since he had come to me and asked me to marry him, and had slept in my tent. We had done nothing more than chastely kiss each other, like courting virgins. I had been content to simply be in his company, to again grow accustomed to his presence.

But now, he was looking into my eyes with an intensely vulnerable look that broke down any barriers that were left between us. I nodded gently, and he took my hand and walked us back to our tent.

Inside, he slowly and reverently undressed me.

He pushed me onto my back and kissed up my thighs. I ran my hands over my head, still slightly unnerved by how short his hair was, and how soft it felt.

He licked me softly, then groaned into me, pulling my legs over his shoulder and reaching up to my nipples. "You're so wet, Minnow," he murmured in Sindarin.

"Yes," I said, mindlessly, as he slowly, almost languorously licked and sucked my clitoris. "Glor… oh Glor," I cried. Kneading my breasts, then pinching my nipples, he started to build up a rhythm, and I started to moan, bucking as I began to near orgasm. It was almost too much, I thought, it had been too long.

Suddenly he withdrew, and stripped his tunic and leggings. He knelt before me for a second, pale and beautiful, and fully erect. Despite everything, I felt nervous.

He leaned over me and kissed me so that I tasted myself on him. He pinned my arms over my head and kissed my ear, then sucked on my ear lobe.

"Beg for it," he ordered, and I melted. Being bossed about by him in bed was such a turn on, I thought. I had missed him so much.

"Valar," I breathed, squirming.

"Beg," he repeated, biting my neck.

"Please, please, Glor," I whispered.

"What do you want?" he whispered back.

"I need, I need you to fuck me, please Glorfindel," I said.

"What do you want me to do to you?" he teased.

"Please fuck me, Glor," I begged, feeling desperate.

"Tell me you want me," he said.

"I want you so much," I begged as he started lightly then more firmly to circle my clitoris.

"Tell me you need me," he demanded.

"I need you, I need you so much," I said as he leaned down to suck my nipple. "Oh Glor! Glor!"

"I'm going to make you scream my name," he promised.

I stared into his grey eyes for a few seconds, then told him I would hold him to it. He grinned at me, then pulled me to him. He felt glorious inside me, and I had missed him so much.

But I was a little too loud in retrospect - not that I could help it. However, it was embarrassing to make eye contact with anyone the next day and Elwen couldn't stop giggling at me.

A few weeks of intense and restorative sex, Glorfindel and I decided that we were ready to tell people that we were engaged. As we sat down for lunch one day, Glorfindel announced that we had reconciled ("I have ears, Glor. In fact, we all do." "Shut up, Erestor.") and he would be living in Imladris permanently. Elrond beamed.

"We're going to have a wedding to celebrate!" I said, with a smile. "You're all invited. Even you, Celebrian," I said, as graciously as I could.

"Thank the Valar," cried Elwen, kissing me on the cheek.

"Thank fuck," said Erestor. "It's been exhausting avoiding talking about you two."

"I am very pleased for you both," said Elrond, with his usual diplomacy.

"As am I," said Celebrian. Glorfindel made some sort of grunting noise, and spoke to Celeborn in Quenya. They were smiling at each other, and so I left him to discuss weddings with his friends.

"Do not get excited," I said, turning to Elwen, who looked pensive. "We consider ourselves already married and this is to be an informal ceremony before our friends." However, I could see she was not attending.

"A wedding between an Elf and a mortal… This is a momentous occasion and that necessitates the correct amount of attention!" she cried.

"Elwen," I said, warningly.

"Lace," she said, dreamily. "We must send for lace post-haste!"

"I don't think-"

"Oh, Minnow! Your name will be remembered forever!" she cried. It was probably true. I had saved Glorfindel from infection, and Anarion from a pit of rotting bodies, saved dwarves from plague, and found a half-dead Gil-galad in a pile of ash in Mordor, climbed up Mount Doom with Anarion, created athelas paste, and given Minntown its freedom and prosperity - but it would be marrying an Elf that made me truly famous. There would be songs written about this for sure, I thought, and they'd all be mawkish and misogynistic.

"Only if I marry in lace," I said, waspishly.

"I would be a poor friend if I let you marry in whatever rags you wished," she said, and I let her continue in this way for a few minutes as a thought occurred to me.

"I would like Berendine and Joy to be here more than anything," I interrupted.

"There is no one else I would entrust my Numenorean lace to," said Elwen. "My mother was married in it - I was married in it - and you must be too! For although we can never truly be sisters, we are in my heart."

I made a choking noise and started crying. She drew me into an embrace and rubbed my back as I sobbed into her shoulder.

"Save your tears for when you see the lace, it is very beautiful," she continued.

Elwen believed it would take three months for Berendine and Joy to arrive (with the lace). Glorfindel and I were in no rush to marry - it was only a technicality after all. How I wished Thavron and Varis could come as well, but Gondor was so far away. Glorfindel wrote to his mother and sister, and we started to make plans.

Work on Imladris continued at pace. Elrond's homely house began to take shape under Glorfindel's instruction and Erestor's organisation. I even rescued the herb garden. And I began to suspect that Elwen was with child, although I wasn't sure if she knew yet. It was early days, and I did not want to say anything just yet. She now talked incessantly of wedding plans as well as babymaking.

I could not wait until I saw Berendine and Joy again, but in the meantime, I had to contend with seeing Celebrian's face every day. Things were still uneasy between us, and the more she tried to rectify things, the worse it became.

"Thank you for inviting me to your wedding ceremony. It is kind of you," she said to me one day, and I didn't think I could avoid replying.

"If you do not wish to come, or think it… inappropriate considering that you wished to marry Glorfindel at one time. But you are welcome, Celebrian," I said.

If only to understand that he is not - and will never be - yours, I thought, unkindly. If only Elrond could hear my thoughts, he would not be impressed, I thought, sadly.

"I have done much wrong, and believed many things I now know to be untrue, but I am willing to atone," she said, earnestly. "Please know this, Minnow."

While this seemed a pleasant step in the right direction, it felt ominous. She had killed all Elrond's herbs after all.

"All we can do is but try to be a better person than we were yesterday," I said, vaguely. "Elrond is pleased with your efforts," I offered, smiling as I remembered how he had laughed at the dead herb garden. Hyper competent Elrond, kind Elrond, handsome but sad Elrond, I thought. When will you be given your happy middle?

"He shall be my repentance," said Celebrian. "I will marry Elrond."

My blood ran cold.

"That is your idea of a punishment, is it?" I said, softly, but dangerously. At this moment, as if he knew, Glorfindel appeared and whisked me away.

"My advice to you is to not get involved," he warned.

"And yet trying to stay uninvolved for centuries worked so well for you," I snapped.

"It did, actually," said Glorfindel. "Until you popped up and turned my life upside down."

"Gah - oh!" I said, as he pushed me against a tree and began to kiss my ear. "Anything you say," I said, generously, as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him.

He ground his erection into me as I lost all sense of space, time - and decorum.

"I heard that Imladris was a free city but I didn't realise quite how free it was!" shouted a voice in Sindarin.

I blushed hard, but there was a smile in the voice. Glorfindel put me down and smoothed his tunic. Ten Elves with long dark hair stood in a line across the river, so far out of my vision I couldn't make out their faces. I squinted, and looked at Glorfindel, who was grinning.

"Friends from Greenwood," he said. "Come, let us take them to Elrond."

"They definitely saw us kissing, right?" I said, taking his hand.

"Oh yes," he replied.

The ten Elves were all male, except one, and were all dressed in green travelling clothes. They had travelled from King Thranduil's realm to Lothlorien, and planned to stay in Imladris for a short time, and then move on to Lindon. A few were heading to Mithlond to cross the sea to Valinor, they told Glorfindel, with sadness. They had seen too much battle and were weary. But first, they were doing a tour of the Elvish kingdoms. King Thranduil had lately married, and his wedding gift to the other kings were vines, the chirpy she-Elf explained to me as we waited for Elrond in the courtyard. They had brought a few bags with vines with them, small green shots in the soil.

"Vines?" I said, incredulously. What a strange present to carry across Middle Earth, I thought.

"For wine, dearest Minnow," called Elrond, coming into the courtyard, beaming. He bowed to everyone, and they bowed back.

"He's more handsome than I would have guessed," whispered the she-Elf.

"I've always thought so," I said, amused.

"I've never met a half-Elf before, and I didn't mean to be disrespectful, Lady Minnow," she said, hurriedly. "My name is Alassë , milady."

"No offence has been taken, I am sure," I said.

Elrond greeted all the Elves by name, except Alassë , who was introduced to him. She seemed a little shy of him, but showed him the vines, which he spoke about knowledgeably and at length. He seemed very pleased with his gift. It was kind of Thranduil, I thought, who I remembered as sad and strange when I met him at dinner all those years ago.

"The vines are two years old, milord, and we have chosen ones from our nurseries we thought would be suitable for the soil here," Alassë explained, tentatively. "It will soon grow into a large vineyard."

Elrond's vast knowledge seemed to include grape varieties, and he talked at length about cultivating the vines, and where best to plant them. Alassëseemed a little awed by him and couldn't keep her eyes from his face, not that he noticed much.

"I've poured many a cup of wine while I was King Gil-galad's herald," he explained with a twinkle in his eye.

"And fallen over drunk plenty more times!" cried Erestor, who jogged into the courtyard and looked equally pleased at the gift. He started talking about where the Elves could pitch their tent, and they offered to help build Imladris as they

"If you will protect the vines for one last night, then tomorrow morning we will decide where to plant them," said Elrond to Alassë .

She looked up at him, agog, then remembered herself.

"I apologise for staring, sir. This is my first time leaving the Greenwood, sir," she said, and blushed.

"The first time seeing a Half-Elf, I'm sure. How old are you, child?" he said, paternally.

"I'm a hundred and four years old," she replied, a little annoyed.

"Barely out of your childhood," tutted Elrond.

"Both my parents died in the war, as did my older brother, Lord Elrond," she chided. "I've been grown for a long time."

"I am sorry for your loss, Alassë . Truly," he said, looking at with such tenderness that I felt that I was intruding.

Glorfindel dragged me away. "What did I say about interfering?" he admonished.

"Valar above, just take me to our tent and have done with it, Glor," I retored.

But I did watch them with interest and made an effort to become acquainted with Alassë. She was the youngest Elf I had ever met, and I was interested in learning about Greenwood as I had never been. She loved her home, but it held too many memories since her family had died, and when Thranduil had decided to gift vines to his friends, she had jumped at the opportunity. She laughed often and had such open manners - I had never seen the like in an Elf. Perhaps it was just their long years that made them strange, I pondered.

She and Elrond planted the vines on one of the ridges of the mountain, and she said she would stay to watch over them for six months, and then go to Lindon. She had an aunt there, she said, who she would live with.

Celebrian took no notice of her, as she was beneath her socially even if she was one of the few elleth in Imladris but I was glad to make another Elvish friend. She seemed so much younger, and freer than any Elf I had met before, even if she was in mourning. She was nervous, and laughed a lot, but blushed often too. She was clearly quite taken with Elrond, although it was hard to tell if it was simply admiration - or something stronger.

"Are you the goddess of odd couples?" asked Erestor. "I know what you're thinking," he said warningly over tea a few weeks after they arrived.

"I like her. She is very merry!" I argued back.

"She's not establishment. Elrond wants establishment . He wants romance, he wants conformity, he wants to feel part of things," he said.

"He wants normal. He wants a family," I said. I knew Elrond, too.

"She is merry but she is not noble. You see too much of you in her," he warned.

"I'm not sure he loves her, I think he loves the idea of her. Celebrian is his ideal, not his reality," I said.

"But she is also a real person and a very lost Elf. There's nothing Elrond loves more than a project. What do you think, Glor?" asked Erestor.

"I think it would be wise to secure outposts in these three spots - a league outside Imladris proper," said Glorfindel, marking the map he had been drawing on a scroll of paper. Erestor and I rolled our eyes at him.

"And if they marry for the wrong reasons? She because she thinks its her penance, and he because he wants to fix her?" I said.

"Of course, we would need at least twenty scouts to work in shifts, and no one is trained yet," continued Glorfindel, his hands on his hips.

"Elrond can't marry her in the Elvish style anyway, and humans marry for all sorts of stupid reasons like… farmyard animals," continued Erestor.

"Farmyard animals? I suppose you mean dowries of livestock," I said, annoyed. "Why are you so against Alassë ?"

"I will have to build a training ground. The Greenwood Elves can aid for now, but that is only a temporary fix. Perhaps I can train the men and boys in the village, although I have never trained Men before…" Glorfindel mused.

"I am not against her, but she is altogether too ordinary for him! She's no beauty although I admit she's tolerable. She's so young! Elrond is… well, Elrond! His father is a star, he has a Maia in his family tree, he has done extraordinary things and I agree Celebrian is not good enough for him, but you think a she-Elf who tends to a vineyard is the match of Lord Elrond?"

"I'm ordinary and Glorfindel loves me!" I argued back.

"You are not ordinary, darling. I'll have to ask Arador what the capabilities of men are, perhaps he may be able to assist."

"Minnow, I don't think she'll do, as much as I like her. She isn't cut out to be a lady of Imladris, she hasn't been trained for it," said Erestor.

But I didn't think that Celebrian was either though.

"Let's go and speak to Lord Arador," I told Glorfindel.

Alassë truly had green fingers, and she took over Elrond's herb garden, and then she looked at the kitchen garden, and took charge of that. She extended it and after procuring seeds, together with some of the Dunedain women, we planted potatoes, kale, carrots, and onions. She laughed at the dirt on my face, and rubbed it off with her tunic.

"My parents were farmers before they went to war. Greenwood isn't all forest and cave, there is some land that we tilled. Of course, you can grow food in a cave," she said.

"Like the dwarves," I said.

"Exactly!" she said, with a smile. The women loved her, because she wasn't above getting her hands dirty, and didn't have any airs and graces. Alassë was interested in their lives, and was excited to meet their children, and played with them in the river and the grass. She was also not beautiful in the ethereal way that Celebrian was, she had long muddy coloured hair that had a slightly reddish tint to it, green eyes, and a crooked smile.

Everyone treated Celebrian with respect, but they liked Alassë , I thought. She could be the lady of Imladris. But Glorfindel was right - I would not interfere. I certainly hadn't enjoyed it when people had interfered with my life.

"I would like you to come to our wedding, too. We are having a Tolfasian wedding," I said, quickly, explaining that Elrond would marry us - once Berendine, Joy, and his mother and sister arrived. "Everyone in Imladris is invited of course, but now we are friends, I wanted you to know that your presence would be most welcome."

"I am honoured to accept. Your love shines as bright as the sun," she said shyly.

There was now only one more person to invite to our wedding.

My father.

I took off my boots and sat on the edge of the riverbank. Glorfindel and I had spoken about it a few times, and I did want Ulmo at the wedding, even if I was angry at him. Two necklaces had hung around my neck for many years now, and despite the pain, I still wanted to know him. I still wanted a relationship with him. I really just wanted my dad.

I pushed off the bank and sank into the water. I took a deep breath as I went under the water.

Father, I thought. Ulmo. I held onto the seashell necklace and said his name to myself again until I couldn't hold my breath anymore. I pushed up and hit the surface.

A shimmering light was next to me, as I tread water. He had come. Suddenly, I didn't know what to say.

"My daughter. I have thought about our conversations at length, Minnow, and have spoken to Eru about my mistakes," said the shimmering water.

"Eru?!" I said, worryingly. He had talked to Eru about me? Valar above, I thought, this was a difficult conversation to have with shimmering water. I was about to ask him to take a corporeal form when he said he was pleased to hear from me.

"Glorfindel and I have reconciled," I said awkwardly. "We are getting married soon. I wanted to tell you."

The light sparkled. "I know. And I am glad."

I wondered if I should climb out the water, but I thought I should stop stalling and get it over with.

"I would like you to attend our wedding. As my father. We're having a Tolfalasian wedding ceremony," I said, stiffly.

"Your mother and grandmother would be pleased," said the voice.

"But will you come?" I asked, my voice a little wobbly.

"Of course I will. And I will give you a wedding present."

"It's not necessary, although it's kind," I said, wondering if he would give us a shipwreck or some fish.

"It has already been discussed with Eru. And it is your due. I have made the sacrifice and I give you the choice," it said.

"What choice?" I asked, a little alarmed. "What sacrifice?"

"Ai, Minnow, the choice. I have spoken to Eru, and promised that I will no longer take form and quell my loneliness with women - ever again. In exchange, he has offered you immortality," it said.

"What?" I breathed, forgetting to swim and going under. I choked on the water, and then swam towards the riverbank.

"What will you choose?"

"I must speak Glorfindel," I said, flabbergasted, but I couldn't climb out of the river, the sides came off in my hands in huge chunks of mud. I couldn't get a hold of anything and kept sliding back into the water. The river started to grow wilder and rougher, and I struggled to stay afloat.

"You have already chosen Glorfindel," said Ulmo.

"But, immortality? I have never… it has never been an option," I said, scared, turning round and looking at the light. I wished I could see Ulmo's face - any of his faces. I wished I could touch the bottom of the river with my toes, but it wasThe thought of seeing many of the people I loved grow old, wither and die - I couldn't do it. Could I? It was what I had asked Glorfindel to do with me.

I could be brave, I thought, I had Glorfindel to lean on. But all the people I loved - could I watch them die?

Valar above, the water was crashing around me now, but I was still so close to shore, and I was a good swimmer, a strong swimmer, I thought as I struggled against it. The light had gone deep into the water below me, and someone was roaring.

It was Glorfindel, but he was so far away, and I was deep and surrounded by water. I reached out to him.

"Most mortals are driven mad by immorality - they cannot handle it, Ulmo you must stop!" I heard Elrond cry.

He was right, the pain was immense. I felt like I was dying.

But I had to live with the pain - forever.

"She is my daughter and I know how much pain she can stand," said Ulmo.

"SHE IS MY WIFE! UNHAND HER!"

But Glorfindel was very far away now and I was beyond his reach.

What is your reason for asking for immortality, child, asked a voice. It was a calm, paternal voice.

I knew, somehow, that it was Eru.

"I don't want to be immortal. I have never wanted it. It's not for me," I answered. I wasn't sure where I was. I was deep underwater but it was light, and I could breathe, and that didn't make sense. Perhaps I was dead, I thought, but I didn't seem overly perturbed by that.

Who is it for, then?

"The one I love. Glorfindel," I said. "I will be brave for him," I said, almost to myself.

Someone was screaming again. Then everything went black.

Notes:

I'm back! Mwahahaha. Let me know your thoughts. Cop out? Or inevitable? Both are valid I guess! Please comment as I'm weary and needy - it's a bad combination.

Shall we have a poll? Who should Elrond marry?

1) Celebrian
2) Alassë
3) No one!