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Whereas March twenty-fifth was for most a day of joy and of light, Elrond spent most of it in his study, because Arwen and his sons had ridden away and he knew that for him the light had not come, but instead passed out of his life.
They would not be coming with him, his children. They would be staying behind on Middle-Earth and then dying, and he would never behold them again.
How many times did he think of staying with them as well? But no, he could not, of course. This was not where he belonged and he would lead his people to a place that they would think beautiful, a place where life and memories were evergreen. A place where perhaps he could find Celebrian again and tell her all.
He had promised Estel that if the Man became King of Gondor and Arnor that he would surrender Arwen to him.
He knew that Arwen would feel at first as if the happiness would last forever.
And in a way he was glad he would not be there when she realized that not everything was forever.
It was a lesson he had tried time and again to teach her as a child; a lesson she never had received.
He remembered seeing the tears in his daughter's eyes when the Fellowship had left and had not understood. Had Estel given her back the pendant? And even on such a sober occasion, Elrond had been glad as they had left, in a way.
In a way.
He had not expected afterwards that Arwen would turn and run. He had not expected to find her in the gardens. He had not expected that she would scream at him - she had always hated it when Elladan and Elrohir had argued so.
Nor had he expected to find that Estel had given her back the pendant - and she had refused to take it.
So as Middle-Earth rejoiced on March twenty-fifth, Elrond mourned, because he knew that now there was no hope that Arwen might change her mind.
Whereas March twenty-fifth was for most a day of joy and of light, Elrond spent most of it in his study, because Arwen and his sons had ridden away and he knew that for him the light had not come, but instead passed out of his life.
They would not be coming with him, his children. They would be staying behind on Middle-Earth and then dying, and he would never behold them again.
How many times did he think of staying with them as well? But no, he could not, of course. This was not where he belonged and he would lead his people to a place that they would think beautiful, a place where life and memories were evergreen. A place where perhaps he could find Celebrian again and tell her all.
He had promised Estel that if the Man became King of Gondor and Arnor that he would surrender Arwen to him.
He knew that Arwen would feel at first as if the happiness would last forever.
And in a way he was glad he would not be there when she realized that not everything was forever.
It was a lesson he had tried time and again to teach her as a child; a lesson she never had received.
He remembered seeing the tears in his daughter's eyes when the Fellowship had left and had not understood. Had Estel given her back the pendant? And even on such a sober occasion, Elrond had been glad as they had left, in a way.
In a way.
He had not expected afterwards that Arwen would turn and run. He had not expected to find her in the gardens. He had not expected that she would scream at him - she had always hated it when Elladan and Elrohir had argued so.
Nor had he expected to find that Estel had given her back the pendant - and she had refused to take it.
So as Middle-Earth rejoiced on March twenty-fifth, Elrond mourned, because he knew that now there was no hope that Arwen might change her mind.