Author - Elwen of the Hidden Valley
Characters - Elrond
Rating - G
Only the angst belongs to me. The rest belongs to JRR Tolkien.
Elrond leaned out over the rail to watch dolphins leap and play beside the prow. Where the ship sliced through waves sunlight caught the spray, creating a miniature rainbow. Tears prickled as he remembered those that had formed about the base of the many waterfalls of Imladris, his home for centuries untold. The home where they had raised their children. Would he ever see his sons again? Arwen, he had already lost.
He had never seen the West. His gaze was drawn to the horizon, where she who still held his heart, waited. He was going home. Going to Celebrian.