Cadrieldur, Arwen and measly amounts of Celeborn
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Date Posted: 15:42:30 03/20/03 Thu
Imladris loomed on the horizon. The journey had taken them two weeks, his clothes were creased and his back was sore after nights spent on the cold forest floor. He had forgotten what it felt like to travel for such long burst of time. A warm bath and real food suddenly seemed immeasurably attractive.
"The Last Homely House," he informed his horse. The animal tossed his head and promptly informed him back that he knew very well where they were. "Alright," the elf laughed. "Let's go meet Arwen."
* * *
When scores of elves had inhabited Imladris, the hall of fire would still stand empty. Perhaps that was why when she sat there now, almost nothing felt out of place. There were the obvious differences, such as the tiny child inside her, and the knowledge that the only one of her family who would burst through the doors would be her grandfather. There was something reflective about this place- the resurgence of memories that hit you each time you entered it. Arwen let her sight drift towards the flames, studying the flickering tongues. Then there were footsteps behind her. Strong confident footsteps that sounded from ages past. Twisting around she gasped, "Cadrieldur, is that really you?"
"Undomiel, you look as beautiful as ever." He took her hand gently and bent over it, breathing in the scent of the past, of what could've been. "It has been a long time." He smiled warmly, "I'm surprised you remember me."
She raised an eyebrow at him; a cynical smile flickered across her lips. "Still gifted with the same charm- although- forgettable, certainly not. However, I believe on my part, it is for all the wrong reasons."
His lips twitched. "I could hardly forget someone who runs out on the day before our wedding," he acknowledged. Sighing he collapsed into a nearby chair. "I've had a long journey on horse back forgive my discourtesy," he apologized briefly. He looked up at her through half closed lids. "I cannot apologize enough for the hideous thing I must've done to induce you to flee like you did though if you asked me to name it I'm afraid I could not."
She paused, "How...direct. Mind, you are male, so some things are instantly forgiven. I do not enter marriage lightly, as you may have assumed. However, all things considered at this current moment, perhaps I was at fault in my departure. Yet, maybe not. But please, sir- do you merely inquire upon this subject for conversation, or is your real reason simply wishing to understand why I left you at the altar?"
"If I remember correctly we didn't even make it to the altar." At her expression his laugh rang out through out the chamber, "do you think I would do anything as callous as journey all the way here just to satisfy my pride?" She still looked faintly disapproving so he smiled gently. "When most of our kin left for the undying lands I took to wandering Middle Earth. I want to see everything before I abandon it forever. Beauty appears in the most isolated of places; living out here on the edge of the Misty Mountains you yourself are a jewel it would have been easy to pass by. I wish to miss nothing. It happened that I was in Gondor last month." He leaned forward in his chair, fixing her with an intent gaze. "You on the other hand were not."
Arwen broke off the eye contact, and the smile ceased.
"Perhaps we'll save that for another time Cadrieldur."
After a few moments rather uncomfortable silence, the conversation resumed and the laughter was heard ringing down the halls of Rivendell.
* * *
Celeborn relaxed outside the door. It was not that he was spying on his grandaughter, but while she remained in the suicidal stupor of the past few weeks it was wise not to leave her unattended. After all, he thought bitterly, that was how his son had died.
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