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Date Posted: 16:43:42 07/22/02 Mon
Celeborn sat, stroking her hair as she slept. It ran like liquid through his fingers, but she did not stir. Outside the dark sky was speckled with soft silver starlight. Yet one star was pale, faint, barely there. The first star of twilight, which always burnt so brightly, flickered as if a puff of wind could extinguish it forever.
And so it may be He said to himself. It may be that soon it will all be over for her. He had seen it all before, it could take months or days. It just depended what you had to live for. Arwen had something. But she couldn’t hold on forever. Yet one thing his kept tossing over and over in his mind. The line of Luthien shall never fail. But here it was, the direct descendant of Tinuviel, with at most, a few months to live. The old prophecys were beginning to fail, and the Sindar Lord now longed for the many years he had spent in Bereland. Indeed, he loved his grandaughter more than anyone else left on Middle-Earth, and had always tried to make up for her lack of one on her fathers side. Seeing her like this, it was almost enough to break his heart. It just didn’t seem fair. Not that it was fair, he was wise enough to see that. The agenda of Mandos was secretive, and often without clear reason. But everything did have a reason.
“Please,” He offered a silent prayer up to the Valar, “please let her find peace. Do not harm her now. Let her sleep in peace.”
Inside her mind, it was blank. Like an empty page- no words or pictures, emotions or feelings. Sleep had found her, and taken control.
Somewhere, someone was watching out for her.
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