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Elrond had not moved since Galadriel and Mithrandir had left the Hall of Fire to try their hands at healing Celebrían, and Glorfindel was worried. Elrond wasn't even blinking.


Elrond was keeping his mind carefully blank, refusing to think about what would happen if they failed as he had done, even though he instinctively knew what would happen when they did. He also knew that it was a case of 'when' and not 'if' - he had known it even before he suggested sending for them. But he could not think about what it meant. Not yet. If he did, he would lose all of his carefully constructed control, and probably his mind.

So not yet.

But soon, because he could hear their footsteps on the stairs now.


Elrond did not move even when his mother-in-law and the wizard re-entered the room. He had his back to them so he could not see their defeated expressions, but Glorfindel could and his heart broke. The blond elf flicked his gaze up to Elrond's face, which was still very blank. After a second the half-elf closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then reopened them.


His voice was barely more than a whisper but it managed to carry around the room. Glorfindel saw Mithrandir and Galadriel exchange a look, and the latter silently shook her head, her face crumbling as she covered it with her hands. She couldn't tell him. Mithrandir nodded and cleared his throat.

"We have tried everything we can, but she is not responding. There's nothing anyone on Middle Earth can do now, Elrond."

Mithrandir let the implications hang in the air, but Elrond wouldn't accept that.

"Say it."

Mithrandir took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. "If she does not sail, she will die."

Elladan and Elrohir, who were standing at the other end of the hall, behind the Istar and their grandmother, clasped hands and exchanged a horrified glance.

And still Elrond did not move.


"If she does not sail, she will die."

And there it was. He had known it, of course, but hearing it confirmed and given voice, actually made real, turned Elrond's blood to ice. And the pain. He thought he would be used to it by now, having had so many people cruelly ripped from him, but he wasn't, and probably never would be.

It was like being shot through the heart with a bolt of lightning, or being flayed open with a fiery whip. His soul was screaming, the sound ringing in his ears.

He couldn't do this again.

But there was no choice. There was never any choice.

He would gladly give his own life if it meant she would live. His was clearly worth nothing; he could never save the ones he loved. Never. Everyone left him, and in the end he was alone.

"If she does not sail, she will die."


"There's nothing anyone on Middle Earth can do now."



"If she does not sail, she will die."

Always alone.

Elrond wondered what he had done to deserve this, and the screaming in his head was so loud he didn't know if he had thought it or spoken it.

What had he done?

What in the name of Ilúvatar had he done?


"What have I done to deserve this?"

Elrond's soft voice again cut through the Hall, but this time no one could give him a reply. He was still unmoving, except for his right hand which had clenched into a violently tight fist.

And then suddenly, he moved.

In one second his hand shot out to the side, his fingers wrapping around the first thing they found, and in the next Elrond spun to his left and threw the candlestick with all of his strength at one of the stained glass windows.


The glass shattered clean out of its frame, taking the depiction of Námo with it. Time seemed to stop as Elrond inhaled shakily, and then restarted abruptly as he collapsed to his knees, face in hands and shoulders shaking with everything he could no longer hold in.

Glorfindel took one step towards Elrond so that he was close enough for his presence to be felt, but he did not reach out to touch the half-elf. He did not dare to.

Elrond was rocking slightly back and forth, but he made no sound. Galadriel turned to rest her head on Mithrandir's shoulder as her own tears coursed silently down her face, and Elladan pulled his twin into a tight hug as Elrohir also started to cry.

No one else moved as the silent echoes of Elrond's question ricocheted through the valley.

And there was no answer.
I'm going to let this one speak for itself.

Everyone © Tolkien.

OMG LOOK IT'S ALL CANON. Except for Gandalf and Galadriel being there.WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO? :O
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all-for--you Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2012
Beautiful! Looking forward to read more stories!
iDance Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much! There will definitely be more (:

Thanks for the fav and the watch, too :tighthug:
all-for--you Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2012
Your welcome!
It was so long ago that I read a Middle Earth fan fiction story (due to getting less obsessed) and I loved to read one again. :D
ninquetari Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2011
You write wonderfully. I love Elrond/Celebrian, even the angsty parts.

Why is it 2.033? Is there going to be more?

Hehe... Nothing is wrong, thanks. The world likes it. ;p
iDance Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :)

It's 2.033 because 'Too Much' is the 33rd prompt on my second 100 Themes Challenge list. :)
There might be more Elrond/Celebrian stories though. (:
ninquetari Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2012

Aah.. (:
Great! I hope there will be sweet moments as well.

iDance Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I'll definitely write some sweet moments as well. (:
ninquetari Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2012
Amber-LOTR-FREAK Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2011  Student General Artist
iDance Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
thanks, I think (:
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