silvergift | Open RP post

Elrond was told he'd been specifically requested to treat a patient. He didn't know what was wrong, other than there was some sort of illness. But what? He had to find out, as quickly as he could.

He stepped into the room his patient was waiting in and paused before smiling in recognition. Even if the smile was touched with concern, it was a natural reaction and he walked over.

"Good afternoon. What seems to be wrong?"

She'd been sitting quietly in the room, wearing light sweater and jeans, hair pulled back into a neat ponytail as she waited. When she heard the doorknob started to turn, she had to bite back her smile and try to look sick. When he entered though, she did give a little "sick" smile.

"I haven't been feeling too well... I keep feeling cold and hot at the same time." She had spent her time waiting thinking up vague symptoms.

"And I haven't had too much of an appetite." ~~Oddly, symptoms that could also be lovesickness.</s<~~

There was no thought or real reason for why Elrond hunted his wife down. Just a desire to see her, to hear her laugh. To make her giggle and happy.

Finding her alone in one of their favorite spots warmed his heart, but still he didn't stop until he reached her, a soft smile on his face. His arms wrapped around her from behind before he adjusted his hold to pick her up for a playful spin.

This was why he'd sailed when there was no more threat to Middle-Earth. Why he'd left their children behind, at their insistence. And the hope that maybe even just one of them would eventually find their way West.

She knew he was approaching, even as he moved quietly, she could always feel when the other half of her heart was near. Still, Celebrían couldn't help a soft squeal as he picked her up and spun her. And in return for it, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly.

"Did grandfathers library not have something to hold your attention, my love?" She teased softly, fingers tangling gently in his hair. Surely the library in Tirion could hold his attention for Ages if he let himself, and if she let him get distracted from meals and everything else. After so long parted from him though, she couldn't help but be pleased that he hadn't let it.

He knew she knew, and that she let him pretend to surprise her. Elrond chuckled softly at her squeal and kissed her right back, holding her safely and close. He didn't set her back down though, not until he'd taken a seat and then it was in his lap that she was placed.

Her fingers threading through his hair lightened his heart and he leaned their foreheads together, revelling in being able to hold her again. The library was indeed mighty and full of fascinating tomes, but she was the other half of his soul.

"The library is still there with many fascinating books and scrolls. But there is only one of you, so here I am."

His lap was a perfectly acceptable place for her to be seated and perfectly comfortable for her. She seemed to fit perfectly in his lap and his arms, curling against him and smiling.

"I am glad you prefer me over the books." A little laugh as she twirled a piece of his hair around one of her fingers. Dark strands around soft, pale fingers. "And now you are my prisoner for how can I let one so perfect as you leave me for books now? What shall you do?"

The arm that had been under her legs came around to loop gently around her waist with the other, holding her just as much 'prisoner' as her laughing voice proclaimed. Elrond stole a kiss because he could.

"I believe I can live with so perfect a captor! Books are nothing when compared to you." All the knowledge in Arda hadn't been able to keep her with him, but now... Now she was as healed as any could make her. There was light and joy in her heart and peace in her mind.

Oh no, what would she do! She supposed she could 'tolerate' their stalemate at imprisoning one another. Especially if it came with kisses from both sides. And his stolen kiss was almost greedily returned. There hadn't been nearly enough kisses yet since they had been reunited.

"And we have plenty of stories to share with each other still. And this is a good place for it." She gave his hair a gentle tug. "You start though."

Because there weren't a lot of stories she could tell him since she had left.

Would there ever be enough? They'd been apart for so very long. Elrond spent a long moment just to kiss her, only pulling back when they both needed air. She wanted a story? He smiled as his heart worked to calm, and his arms tugged her just a little closer.

"Have I told you of the dwarven company that came through Imladris?" He knew he hadn't. But he was greedy for her voice, even just a laugh or a breath. Just to prove she was alive. "How Lindir fretted over the mess they made of the stores?"

"A dwarven company? Really?" She was, of course, immediately curious. Dwarves very rarely visited Imladris and she'd had a curiousity and love of them since she'd been a child in Eregion.

"And of course Lindir fretted. He frets about a good number of things." He had even fretted when she'd first been pregnant, when Arwen had once scraped her knee (though Celebrían had done the same).

He kissed the tip of her nose, loving her curiosity (along with everything else about her). "Mithrandir brought Thorin and a few others, along with Bilbo Baggins for a rest and so that I could read a map of Erebor for them."

Elrond smiled in agreement. The smallest thing could set poor Lindir off. "The mischief they caused! There was food thrown all over, music interrupted. And Glorfindel joined them in the fountain." So stern he looked, but it was destroyed with the mirth in his eyes.

"I feared for Lindir's good health, beloved!"

That earned a giggle and a slight squirm as she made herself more comfortable and listening. It was hard not to laugh a little at the thought of Glorfindel in the fountain. Although the mental image came through to her as Glorfindel flinging himself into it. She wasn't sure how accurate that was...

"It sounds as if they had a good time!" She could see that mirth and she poked him. "And I suppose you did absolutely everything in your power to restore order?"

Meaning nothing.

Elrond grinned at her, wondering if she had any idea how tempting it had been to join the Balrog Slayer himself!

"Naturally," he answered with a benign look, though an eyebrow threatened to climb up. Yup. Absolutely nothing.

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That innocent look, she'd know it anywhere. Therefore, he earned a playful smack. Poor Lindir, fretting over the mischief of dwarves while the lord of Imladris watched in amusement.

"Almost as terrible as when you let me send him for honey fish when I was pregnant. Just how long was it that you let him search before telling him there was no such thing?"

She earned a laugh and a hug at the smack. "A few hours, I admit! Just as long as it took to convince you to let me go after him." She'd been rather insistent he stay with her, after all. "Who was I to disobey my wife?"

"Had you let me out of bed, I might not have made you stay so much." Who was she kidding, of course she would have. Having Elrond close by the entire time had been important to her. And he'd known it, still knew it.

"So, how much damage was left from the dwarves?"

He smiled knowingly. He knew his wife far too well to believe she'd have behaved any other way than how she had.

"The stores were nearly empty. Had they stayed much longer we might have had to request aid for the winter." He was an obedient husband - most of the time. Elrond leaned their foreheads together, simply happy to keep holding her close. "As it was, we were able to increase hunting and foraging parties and managed quite well."

"You figured out a way to survive, as you always will. My husband, wisest of the Eldar." Not counting her mom but her mom didn't count anyway. Galadriel sometimes cheated. So did Elrond but, for the moment, that was forgotten. Bias? What bias, she wasn't biased.

"Mithrandir might have given you some warning though. He always seemed to know more than he ever let on. And had far more under his sleeve than expected."

Arafinwe had been successful in leading the Host against Morgoth. It had taken time - a great deal of time - but they'd finally won. His daughter had shyly told him about her daughter, and he knew that he had to meet the silver child before he sailed.

He'd petitioned to stay one year, and the Valar granted his wish. The survivors of the War sailed safely, aside from a handful of his personal guards who refused to abandon him to this strange land, though it made them uncomfortable. They didn't have to tell him for him to know, but he was grateful for their loyalty and care.

Artanis- nay. Galadriel, for he accepted his daughter's choice to change her name, led him to Imladris, where Celebrian resided in safety, under the protection of Elrond. The Mariner's eldest son welcomed him before ushering him to where his granddaughter seemed to spend most of her days - out by one of the many beautiful pools at the bottom of a waterfall.

Then he was left alone, Galadriel choosing to give him this time alone with Celebrian before a more formal introduction and feast that was being planned for the next evening. He'd had just enough time to wash up and don clean robes and remove evidence of his part in the war.

"Lady Celebrian?"

Celebrían herself had been kept far from war, or as far from it as her family and loved ones could manage. And, truthfully, she couldn't bring herself to object. Instead, she focused on honing her skills as a healer and an artist throughout it all. Ones skill clearly had better use, during war or otherwise, but the other brought her more peace. And sometimes happiness to others.

That day though, when Elrond led the older elf to where she was, she was sitting at the edge of the water of the pool, feet dipped into it and humming softly. It felt like a good day for it, the war was over, her family had survived, nothing seemed like it could ruin the day for her. When her name was called though, she almost expected bad news. Most people didn't disturb her when she was there. Sometimes she had company but that was from people she knew. This elf was new.

Bright eyes blinked in confusion, watching him for a moment and the light that surrounded him. So like the one that surrounded her mother.

"I am she, yes?"

Elrond only smiled before quietly excusing himself. Arafinwe nodded his appreciation and quietly approached the lovely young lady, drawing on the serenity of their surroundings to steal against the nerves of meeting family for the first time. Celeborn had proven himself able, and a good match for his daughter. Now, a granddaughter.

And she was perfect. A gentle, warm smile formed, then spread to be visible.

"My daughter told me you might be here, and the Lord of this Valley was good enough to verify it." A pause, then he bowed his head a little, strictly formal in the gesture but the light in his eyes was only warm. "I am Arafinwe."

He clearly must have been someone trustworthy, Elrond wouldn't leave her alone otherwise. So that answered a few of her unspoken questions. Elrond's judgement was one she almost always trusted without question, this would be one of those occasions.

"Your daughter? who- Oh!" He didn't need to answer her question for her to realize once he'd introduced himself. The light, similar gold hair, the name, only one person could match such a description and reminder her of her mother while bearing that name. She had stories to go by, when she'd been young Celebrían had been incorrigible when she wanted stories about her grandparents.

"I- I see." Celebrían's cheeks flushed a little. "You mean my mother. I am so pleased to meet you!"

Elrond too had proven himself able and trustworthy. He was glad to know the halfelf.

He was glad this precious child knew his name, and what he was to her. She didn't need to say it, he could see it. His daughter's tears of joy at being forgiven for staying had been wiped away, and he hoped in time she would sail home. When she was ready.

But for now he set that aside, standing before Celebrian just looking at her. "I do. And I am very pleased to meet you!" Already he was glad for his choice to stay a time. His guards had been firmly told to stay out of the way, to help but not hinder. Some of them, he knew, would go out on regular patrols while the rest kept a closer eye on him.

"May I sit with you a time?"

"I asked for stories about you and grandmother as a child. At least until I realized how sad it made mother." She felt she owed him some kind of explanation at least, considering how her mother had left Valinor. Celebrían never got full details but she puts as much together as she could from stories she'd heard from her parents, Celebrimbor, and a few others.

After a moment, she took a step aside and gestured for him to have a seat with her on the waters edge. And then took her seat again, slipping her feet back into the cool water.

"I can hardly believe you came here to visit with me. If ever I thought about it, I would think you would visit Lothlorien with mother and father."

Warmth lit his heart, though he wished his daughter hadn't been pained by the stories. Arafinwe smiled gently at her and claimed the invited seat.

It was almost a dream, sitting with a granddaughter he hadn't known existed until recently. "Why would I not wish to visit with you? Your mother knows I will go to here before I must return home, and we have had some time already to grow reacquainted."

He didn't want to squander this chance.

She couldn't resist, him sitting there beside her, she leaned against him and shut her eyes for a moment. This was something to be savored. However perfect elven memory was, she wanted every little detail committed to memory.

"You have not seen her in so long and did not know of me. I imagine you would have wanted to spend time with someone familiar." It wasn't quite an objection, and she would probably join him when he went to see her mother. Elrond wouldn't mind. He might even suggest it if she knew her husband at all.

Well he wasn't about to push her away! He wrapped an arm around her, holding her gently. It was only a matter of time before he'd go to Lothlorien, see the work his daughter had been doing. For now...

"For the moment I am where I should be. With someone already dear to my heart in a place she belongs. I hope I am graced with the chance to know her."

"How could I possibly deny you?" If he was willing to hold her, she was content to stay there awhile. She'd always wanted to know her grandparents and she had that chance now, with one of them at least. A part of her wished she'd been more stubborn about trying to learn quenya when she was younger. For her mother and for this moment. Her grandfather would probably appreciate it.

"You came all this way, you must have questions."

Thankfully he'd learned Sindarin enough to be conversant, though his accent is noticeable. And he wasn't about to pull away now, not for a while.

"I confess I have few, other than to want to hear all you would tell me. About your life, about your interests. Everything."

The accent, at least, was easy enough for her to ignore. And what she couldn't, she liked the accent. It was comforting. It felt homely, even though she'd never been across the Sea and probably wouldn't since her mother was banned.

"Music. I like music, the flute particularly. And painting. There are a couple of my paintings in the Hall of Fire."

Arafinwe had hope that he would have his daughter and granddaughter home in time. But until then, he would enjoy this time with them.

"Would you play for me? And I would like to see your paintings." Later. He was in no hurry to stand.

"I would love to. My flute is back up in my room though. And I am quite comfortable at the moment." She laughed lightly, still leaning against him. There was no guarantee that she would get up from that spot in the near future.

"What of you? What do you enjoy?"

"We have time," he responded easily, resting his cheek lightly on the top of her head. "You are much as your mother was." Sweet, spirited, but with a warm heart. He loved her already.

"When I have time?" He rejoined with a smile. "I love to ride, or walk through the gardens. Your grandmother and I do either when we can." Earwen would love this precious child, he knew.

She couldn't help but laugh. Galadriel had told her a few stories, at least, of her youth. And how uncontrollable she could be. Celebrían wasn't sure she was ever that bad.

"We can go for a ride if you like. Elrond's horses all have very good temperaments."

Arafinwe chuckled, having a good idea what caused that laugh. He could certainly see a wild young Celebrian running around barefoot!

"I would love to."

She was reluctant to get up, it was cozy leaning against him, but she stood and took his hands, pulling him with her.

"You may have to bribe the horses though. They are good but you are new. And they are spoiled for treats and attention sometimes." Not her fault, she would deny any such claims. Nobody could prove anything.

I will love you for all my days and nights, even with seas between us.

The last thing Elrond wrote for his wife to take with her before helping her board the ship that would hopefully save her life. He'd tucked the note into a locket he'd made for her, and placed it around her neck with one last loving kiss.

Every day and every night he thought of her, and that note, and knew it's truth. With every breath he took, he remembered her love and the love he bore her. Separation wouldn't dull it.

And now, now was time to join her. As the ship bringing him and his group docks, he searches the shore for silver hair in hope, prepared to find her himself if necessary. Has she been healed? Or does she remain in Lorien, as he's been warned as being possible?

She never took the locket off. Never willingly anyway. Once the clasp had broken and she'd felt like she'd been treading water, like she'd lost him, until it had been fixed. It hadn't taken long at least, and she'd immediately opened it to ensure the note hadn't been lost, that no link to the other half of her heart had gone missing.

The days sometimes passed in a blur, sometimes they seemed to drag on. Days that had ships arriving, she rushed to the docks in the hopes of finding her husband, there only to leave disappointed, her grandparents doing their best to console her.

Until, one day, word came to her that there would be two people arriving on the next ship of interest to her. Of course she raced there, no one was able to stop her. Even if the ships weren't in sight yet.

When crowds started forming, no one got between her and the docks. She didn't know if her grandparents had said something or if her eagerness was tangible. Either way, she wasn't upset. And when the ship was docked, finally, and everyone started to disembark, he wouldn't have to look long.

It isn't silver hair he'll spot but a silver blur, running across the wood planks, bare feet hardly making a sound, and then leaping at him with a delighted: "Elrond!"

Open RP post

The thing with the thing

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/throws timelines out the window and does what I want

timelines, what are those? can you eat them?

omnomnom! XD

mmmm yummy!

Yas~

<3

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