Lament of Elrond

By Starfish of the Elves

Disclaimer: I do not own Elrond. He belongs to Tolkien and himself. I do not own Vilya. (Imagine the damage I could wreak in my house if I did – be thankful) I do not own Rivendell.

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It seems as though all I have worked for is gone. The Ring is destroyed, but Frodo will not live out the rest of his days in liberated Middle Earth.

Nor will I. Vilya's power wanes. Somehow, that grieves my heart, like an old friend leaving. But power is no one's friend.

I will leave Rivendell. The land I worked so hard and so long on. The land I ruled for so many years. I will miss the river and the trees…it was my home.

Perhaps most of all, my only and much beloved daughter will not come with me. She will live her bitter mortal years and die alone. She will see her true love die. I have tried to tell her this, but I cannot change her mind. I cannot break my Evenstar's heart. Nor do I want to. But I do not want her heart broken by a Man.

Celebrian…my love, at least, I shall meet again. She will be healed, and expecting me. And Arwen. But Arwen shall not sail to Valinor's shores. How shall I tell her mother…

I must bear my sorrow in the way of the Elves. Silent and solitary. 

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