She lies awake in the night and knows she must leave him, leave their children, their home. Rivendell is a refuge, but her darkness is within her and there is no place to hide. She remembers. Her body has healed, but memories are not a wound his hands can close, for all Elrond loves her.
The sea sings in her blood. Of rest, of healing, of forgetting. Of rest, beyond struggle and darkness. She must go. She has known for some time. But she has lingered here for him, for their children, for love, for the hope of forgetting.
And in the morning she must tell him hope is spent. So she lies awake, watching him, hoping the night shall never end.
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Date: 2005-02-28 11:33 pm (UTC)The sea sings in her blood. Of rest, of healing, of forgetting. Of rest, beyond struggle and darkness. She must go. She has known for some time. But she has lingered here for him, for their children, for love, for the hope of forgetting.
And in the morning she must tell him hope is spent. So she lies awake, watching him, hoping the night shall never end.
She loves him.
(I suck at Feanor writing, so Celebrian it was.)