#rangerrites

and the ashes blew towards us (Ao3 link)

“I don’t know when we will come. It may yet be a very long time, or at least what I’ve come to think of as a long time, what with all the mortals I am now constantly surrounded by. In the meantime, I hope that the letters and drawings we have sent will tide you over. If I know of anyone else going west, I shall send more correspondence with them. However, it is rare that anyone goes west anymore and is unlikely I’ll hear about it when it happens.”

A letter from Elrohir to his parents, sent with Celeborn across the sundering sea.

“Even in the past few months, I swear those boys have grown two inches. There is so much she will not see. She will never meet her many nieces and nephews.” He gave Celeborn a knowing look. “For in knowledge of how great the love between you and the lady Galadriel is, I’m sure it will result in many elflings for Elured, Elurin, and Elwing to play with.”

Celeborn glowered at him. “Perhaps their children. We are in no hurry.”

And sometimes these OWCs (original wife characters) turn out to be people that I think would have been excellent additions to the legendarium. Enjoy an excerpt:

“Biscuit?” Galathil offered, and gave her one without waiting for her acceptance. He smiled again, brightly. “I have heard very little of Celeborn in many years. Oropher, even, knew little of him. Though, my uncle is attentive to very little. All he told me was that Celeborn had married the lady Galadriel, and perhaps they had a child- but he thought that might instead have been the lord Celebrimbor, for they both lived in Eregion and had similar names.”

Celebrían thought she might be justified in being upset by that, though she wasn’t at all surprised. She had met Oropher, something like ten times and he had always been courteous to her. Though, in all fairness, she had to be reintroduced to him each time they met, as he never bothered to remember who she was.

“It was certainly not Lord Celebrimbor,” she said, “I liked him very much, but I count myself fortunate to be my father’s daughter.”

“I am sure you must,” Galathil said, “For I always thought Celeborn would be well suited to fatherhood. I imagine I was a great role model for him.”

“I’m rather good with a sword, you know.”

“Pardon?”

“I said,” Nimloth repeated, “I’m rather good with a sword.”

“Oh,” said Celebrían, “I wouldn’t say I’m bad myself- are you challenging me to a duel?”

“No. Although, that would be quite fun, I think, perhaps we should arrange that. I haven’t sparred in…” she waved the hand holding her glass of wine, nearly avoiding a spill. “Centuries.”