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Though left unsaid, Elrond could not quite shake the one thought that hurt him the most: What will he tell Celebrían when he meets her in Valinor?

"My strength? Whatever that means." Elrond could feel his strength disappear each time something like this happened. Had he not had his fair share of goodbyes already? Did he now have to say goodbye to his daughter as well? Of course, some goodbyes lasted longer than others. In Valinor the lord would have the chance to reunite with some of his loved ones, yet sailing meant that some would be left behind for good. How could he ever make the decision to leave these lands now?

"She is strong, Gandalf, and healing well in the safety Lórien. Though, I do wonder just how long will these lands be safe from evil. He is back, that much is sure now - and he has brought forth his most loyal servants. The Úlairi will now strike fear in the hearts of men and Sauron will try and gain control of the East. He will attempt to find the One and I fear what might happen if he does.

"Mean well by forcing me to relive the nightmare I had to go through with Elros? My own daughter! Choosing the fate that will eventually leave her all alone."

"Indeed, lung fever is most vicious for no patient responds the same to treatment. Often all I can do is ease the symptoms and let the body heal itself. I do my very best to bring their temperature down by moist cloth and then I try to ease their breathing with herbal steam."

Truth to be told, the plant would die in a couple of days, since it had no roots left. Yet it would serve as a lesson for his son: not everything lasts forever, no matter that their kind has been blessed with immortality.

"Good evening, so nice of you two to finally join us. Why wouldn’t you both sit down and have dinner with the family for a change?"

Then by all means do speak. The matter must be serious enough for you to travel this far in order to speak with me. What about Elladan?