Aearwen's Little Bits - Closer

[aearwen2]

And, for dessert, a drabble:


Elrond took a deep breath and roused. He could hear the voices of birds singing in the trees and Elven voices raised in celebration of the morning. The warm air told him he must not be still in the Shire or on the outskirts of Mithlond. There, Narbeleth's chill took longer to dissipate.

Suddenly, a soft, fragrant warmth beside him settled closer to him with a sigh. Any remaining fog of Elven dreams vanished in an instant.

He was here. More importantly, she was here beside him. Asleep. Alive. Whole. Celebrían.

He gathered her close and tried not to weep.

Comments

[mevrian.livejournal.com]

I love this. At first glance Elrond is presented as a strong, powerful character. It's only after further reading that the Tolkien reader learns of the sorrows he has experienced. It's great to see another side of him, especially when it's presented so convincingly.