Characters: Elladan, Elrohir, OFC
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Continuing that conversation, between the sons of Elrond and their friend, about sailing West.
Um - I've just about fitted the prompt in... I hope it's OK.
“Grandfather won’t leave…” Elladan said,” and we could not leave him.”
“Have you asked him? Think about it. He lived in Doriath for years; but he moved on.
“He wasn’t so deeply attached to Region’s trees, or the stone halls of Menegroth, that he couldn’t settle in Lothlorien, was he?
“He didn’t just sit there when he felt it was time to move on, either; despite being there for an age and a half before you were even tiny arrows in your Adar's quiver.
“And,” she finished, “now he’s moving on again to come to Imladris.
“Why, do you think?”