Disclaimer: All belongs to Tolkien.
Note: I think Elwen inspired this one with that lovely Sam and Frodo vignette.
He picked up the cloak.
It was time.
After all the heartache. After all the losses. An age spent watching the world grow darker, with all its defeats and fruitless victories.
And yet- after all the joy. Some would say three children had been born in Imladris, but they undercounted by far. Many little ones have run through these halls, trailing laughter and smiles in their wake.
Elrond Eärendilion would not have endured so long in Middle Earth were he not adept at seeing the good.
This was not an ending, it was a beginning. For he was going home.