It's that time again, kids!
Jul. 31st, 2003 05:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fantasticmuseTitle: What is Done With Love
Paring: Elrond/Celebrian
Rating: G
Notes: Tolkien's, as always. A bittersweet love story for Challenge #8: "lush, stone, frail, rug." Enjoy- feedback is always welcome.
When Celebrian left for Valinor, Elrond helped her pack. He did so not because he wished her gone, but because he wanted one last chance to look over their shared belongings and recall shared memories.
There was a necklace that Elladan and Elrohir had given her once, for no reason at all. Elrond remembered his young sons coming to him and asking what he thought would please their mother most, silver or gold. He had answered silver- he knew there was nothing Celebrian loved more than the color of starlight. The necklace was exactly like her, looking frail and delicate, but forged of the highest quality material. And, not least importantly, a lovely sight for the eyes.
The books she loved went next, and Elrond did not begrudge the loss from his libraries. Their courtship had started with her love of books- each day Elrond would haunt the libraries hoping to catch a glimpse of the elf-maiden who had stolen his heart. Soon she noticed his attentions and they met each day in the library to spend hours together, whether there or in the lush gardens surrounding them. It didn’t matter, as long as they were in each other’s company.
The rug she had been working on for their hearth was packed then, and somehow Elrond found that the hardest to lose. Celebrian had been working on it before she had been… before she had been injured. It was beautiful, bright colored and well woven, but she never had the heart to finish it, even when she was well enough to move about as usual. It grieved Elrond’s heart to think that it would never grace their floor, that it would be many years before he saw it’s bright pattern once more.
Finally, impulsively, he walked outside to a secluded stream in the gardens of Imladris. He watched the water rush by for a few moments, the reached into the stream and pulled out a small smooth pebble. He clutched it tightly in his hand as he walked back to his wife, who was waiting on the balcony of their room for him. Wordlessly, he handed it to her, silently reminding her of their favorite place in all of Arda, the place where they spent most of their time, where Arwen had been conceived. She took the stone and wept, falling into his arms. A long time passed as they stood in their embrace, treasuring their old memories and holding on to the little time they had before their long parting.
Now, as Elrond leaves for Valinor, Arwen helps him pack. Not because she wishes him gone, but because she wants to hold on to what she still has.
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Paring: Elrond/Celebrian
Rating: G
Notes: Tolkien's, as always. A bittersweet love story for Challenge #8: "lush, stone, frail, rug." Enjoy- feedback is always welcome.
When Celebrian left for Valinor, Elrond helped her pack. He did so not because he wished her gone, but because he wanted one last chance to look over their shared belongings and recall shared memories.
There was a necklace that Elladan and Elrohir had given her once, for no reason at all. Elrond remembered his young sons coming to him and asking what he thought would please their mother most, silver or gold. He had answered silver- he knew there was nothing Celebrian loved more than the color of starlight. The necklace was exactly like her, looking frail and delicate, but forged of the highest quality material. And, not least importantly, a lovely sight for the eyes.
The books she loved went next, and Elrond did not begrudge the loss from his libraries. Their courtship had started with her love of books- each day Elrond would haunt the libraries hoping to catch a glimpse of the elf-maiden who had stolen his heart. Soon she noticed his attentions and they met each day in the library to spend hours together, whether there or in the lush gardens surrounding them. It didn’t matter, as long as they were in each other’s company.
The rug she had been working on for their hearth was packed then, and somehow Elrond found that the hardest to lose. Celebrian had been working on it before she had been… before she had been injured. It was beautiful, bright colored and well woven, but she never had the heart to finish it, even when she was well enough to move about as usual. It grieved Elrond’s heart to think that it would never grace their floor, that it would be many years before he saw it’s bright pattern once more.
Finally, impulsively, he walked outside to a secluded stream in the gardens of Imladris. He watched the water rush by for a few moments, the reached into the stream and pulled out a small smooth pebble. He clutched it tightly in his hand as he walked back to his wife, who was waiting on the balcony of their room for him. Wordlessly, he handed it to her, silently reminding her of their favorite place in all of Arda, the place where they spent most of their time, where Arwen had been conceived. She took the stone and wept, falling into his arms. A long time passed as they stood in their embrace, treasuring their old memories and holding on to the little time they had before their long parting.
Now, as Elrond leaves for Valinor, Arwen helps him pack. Not because she wishes him gone, but because she wants to hold on to what she still has.
Crossposted in
ringprov and my journal.
