Post by Admin on Mar 2, 2022 21:00:44 GMT
Author: Arien Elensar
Summary: Elrond ponders a reunion.
Prompt: Distance
Rating: PG
Character(s): Elrond
Five hundred years. That is how long it has been since he’d set eyes on her.
Celebrían, his beloved, would soon be in his arms again. He could scarcely believe it. But it was truer than anything he could speak of with certainty of Middle earth.
Too many long years it had seemed. There children had hunted and avenged her, but no true peace came. Until now.
Her torture tore and ached at his heart even still. Too late they’d been. Such horrors she’d endured that her love for this land had grown cold. Never to return to its full brightness.
Her spirit had fought against the sharpness of blade and knife of fire, but scorching and unbridled as they were, only so much it could take. Arda nearly lost its Silver Queen.
The day of their parting had been wrought with grief but a respite was finally in sight for his beloved. She took to the sea and Valinor welcomed her with open arms.
And Elrond was left without his love. Five hundred long years he’d spent tending and caring for this land in her absence. Arwen had grown and fallen in love, with a man who’d proven his strength. Elladan and Elrohir and served bravely in deeds and arms, so close they both were.
They would dwell here for some time, love for this land still alive. But Elrond’s time had come. The call for a peace that this land could no longer provide rose deep and urging in his heart.
Many days he wished for her council and cursed the orc kind. Her heart had been pulled across oceans, no hand to help guide him in trouble or keep warm his heart.
So much had been taken from him, and from her, their children long grown but Arwen’s final goodbye only words on the wind for her mother.
Despite their reunion not far from his sights, his spirit felt only a subtle peace, for boarding the ship that would bear him to her, would sunder him forever from his beloved daughter, Evenstar of their people. Never again would he set eyes on Arwen or hear her sweet voice.
And though his heart ached, with relief that the war had ended, and that he’d be seeing his beloved at last. It ached too, for the tie that would be undone, for Arwen would remain here with Aragorn, having chosen a mortal life.
But he could not fault her. For it is a preservation of love for life that drives her to stay, and drove Celebrían West; and it is love for this land’s kin that led him to stay despite, and drives him now to leave. Each their own journeys, but all for loves warmth.
He recalls his own wedding day as Arwen celebrates hers. May they be as happy as he remembers his own, so much hope in their union. And soon, his own will be renewed. This he ponders on his journey from Minas Tirith.
The time draws nearer. Boarding now at the Grey Havens, he knows that love has not led him astray, and nor will it his daughter. With peace and mourning alight in his heart, he at long last, at the Haven of Avallonë in Tol Eressëa, awaits the embrace of his Silver Queen.
Summary: Elrond ponders a reunion.
Prompt: Distance
Rating: PG
Character(s): Elrond
Five hundred years. That is how long it has been since he’d set eyes on her.
Celebrían, his beloved, would soon be in his arms again. He could scarcely believe it. But it was truer than anything he could speak of with certainty of Middle earth.
Too many long years it had seemed. There children had hunted and avenged her, but no true peace came. Until now.
Her torture tore and ached at his heart even still. Too late they’d been. Such horrors she’d endured that her love for this land had grown cold. Never to return to its full brightness.
Her spirit had fought against the sharpness of blade and knife of fire, but scorching and unbridled as they were, only so much it could take. Arda nearly lost its Silver Queen.
The day of their parting had been wrought with grief but a respite was finally in sight for his beloved. She took to the sea and Valinor welcomed her with open arms.
And Elrond was left without his love. Five hundred long years he’d spent tending and caring for this land in her absence. Arwen had grown and fallen in love, with a man who’d proven his strength. Elladan and Elrohir and served bravely in deeds and arms, so close they both were.
They would dwell here for some time, love for this land still alive. But Elrond’s time had come. The call for a peace that this land could no longer provide rose deep and urging in his heart.
Many days he wished for her council and cursed the orc kind. Her heart had been pulled across oceans, no hand to help guide him in trouble or keep warm his heart.
So much had been taken from him, and from her, their children long grown but Arwen’s final goodbye only words on the wind for her mother.
Despite their reunion not far from his sights, his spirit felt only a subtle peace, for boarding the ship that would bear him to her, would sunder him forever from his beloved daughter, Evenstar of their people. Never again would he set eyes on Arwen or hear her sweet voice.
And though his heart ached, with relief that the war had ended, and that he’d be seeing his beloved at last. It ached too, for the tie that would be undone, for Arwen would remain here with Aragorn, having chosen a mortal life.
But he could not fault her. For it is a preservation of love for life that drives her to stay, and drove Celebrían West; and it is love for this land’s kin that led him to stay despite, and drives him now to leave. Each their own journeys, but all for loves warmth.
He recalls his own wedding day as Arwen celebrates hers. May they be as happy as he remembers his own, so much hope in their union. And soon, his own will be renewed. This he ponders on his journey from Minas Tirith.
The time draws nearer. Boarding now at the Grey Havens, he knows that love has not led him astray, and nor will it his daughter. With peace and mourning alight in his heart, he at long last, at the Haven of Avallonë in Tol Eressëa, awaits the embrace of his Silver Queen.