You will follow, so says my heart!

          “I will try to come more often in the future, I did not realize the time had gone by so quickly.” Her voice lowered in guilt, the light in her eyes dimming softly until Celebrían spoke again words which raised her spirits.

"Nonsense. You are growing, experiencing and seeing the world as it should be seen. I'm not going anywhere, dear Ithiliel. You mustn't come and see me only because you feel you must."

Yet, as she agreed to a walk, Celebrían allowed a grin, holding her arm out for the younger to hold. She could feel the sun's rays beating down on them, only adding the happy state of their reunion.

"Pray tell, how is your father? I haven't had an opportunity to speak with him in so long."

‘Hail frum long ways off! On a li’l isle amid th’ great sea called sunny, li’l Outset. Started driftin’ but a few months ago, I did. Swingin’ sword, too cause om a hero.’  Link was proud to don that title, the smile he bared practically seemed to give it all away. And it only grew as he skipped along the path beside her. 

Peculiar. Perhaps it was too small to be on most maps, which would explain it. Celebrían had been taught a lot about the geography of the world, yet not every realm and island could be completely covered. It just made the boy all the more intriguing.

"And you're a hero? Then I am in safe company. That will be a relief for my mother and father to hear."

The Elven woman was only half joking with him, knowing that she could fend for herself in most situations. Still, it made her smile to call him a hero. Such a large title to hold.

A hand lifted up to touch her ear, a puzzled look crossing her expression.

"Chosen ones? Whatever do you mean?"

               “I fear rest does not come so easily this night, nana.”

          Her sigh was one of resignation and weariness as she she walked forward to join her mother at the balcony’s edge, her eyes shifting toward the stars above, eyes weary from endless reading in the libraries.

"You need not ask. You are always welcome by my side."

That was when her smile appeared, small and soft, just for Arwen. Celebrían held a love for her children that was unmatched by anybody. Even through her smile, she could not bear the expression on her daughter's face.

"Can I ask what troubles you, or do you wish not to speak of it?"

“I didn’t.. didn’t mean to wander away.”

He has to resist the urge to smile; she’s so like her mother sometimes, it’s unbelievable.

He certainly didn't seem it, but Celebrían could never quite tell. Her father had a demeanour which was difficult to read, even for his own daughter, making the situation worse.

"I don't want you to be. Its bad enough with Mother."

                                "If I got along with your husband, I am certain that my                                   son will get along with yours.”

Thranduil and Elrond had been friends in their youth, but he was more rebellious than the Half-Elven. There were times when he wondered if Elrond was even capable of going on adventures, but he had to credit the current Lord of Imladris for giving him a fresh perspective as he grew older. While they were not together as often now, they did correspond now and then.

With a brief smile to the babe in her arms, Celebrían could not help a light laugh escaping her lips. A little girl with two older brothers, and another boy to behold when Thranduil's son came to visit.

"I'm afraid my daughter will be severely outnumbered when young Legolas makes his visit."

Although the lady could not help but let her mind drift to his earlier words about her husband. She had known that Thranduil and Elrond knew each other in their youth, yet it was a subject that had not been breached between the couple. In all honesty, Celebrían had not thought much of it until now.

"Have you and my husband always been friends? Even as children?"

"Have you visited Imladris before, or is this the first time?"

Climbing down from her mare, Celebrían offered a sweet smile to the stranger, strolling forwards as though she were meeting an old friend.

"I'm afraid there is not room for two on my horse, but I can walk while you ride, if you wish it? You look exhausted."

Then, the question. Her grin spread even more, and the Elf shook her fair hair from side to side. It was surely not the conversation starter she had anticipated.

"Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, as they are known to most. Do you know of them?"

❝  One can die within this husk, but one merely remakes oneself.

T’was no simple task when one was first created, though one has

learned well over time.  ❞ Was she frightened? Confused? It looked

a little bit like both, but he could never be certain.

❝  One has been called many things in different realms. A god of death

to some, though one is not a bringer of such a thing.  ❞ He paused, pace

steady for someone injured. ❝  Abyssaar, Ma Sara,  Siaro De Abialas.

The words were hushed. Not afraid, nor excited. Just pure curiosity and wonder etched into her features. Definitely not a man then, for men could die by almost anything. Fragile, really, despite their thinking.

A god of death. That brought a surge of worry into the woman's chest. Although she was not too concerned for herself, being immortal, the omen was still a dark one to bear.

"Then why are you here?"

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO EVERYONE ! 

       “That is the idea,” she countered simply.  “To be present but not seen or noticed by others that may be watching from distances beyond my own.”  It had not been her intention to make any manner of a sound but she had been distracted while surveying their surroundings and the shadows.  

"Must you wander so far from my sight? How was I to know that the sound was you and not an Orc?"

Blue hues gazed up at the stars littered upon the night sky, and Celebrían nodded reluctantly.

             "It was not that difficult.“

There was a She-Elf in Mirkwood who was a known seamstress, and he had commissioned her to make several dresses of various shades of the rainbow. These made the bulk of his presents, in- cluding the matching silk slippers. But it was the necklace, which he had fitted with a gem of Lasgalen, that completed his gifts to the newborn.

With a light bounce of the child in her arms, the woman smiled brightly at her counterpart, truly grateful for his generosity. Not all the little elflings in the world could say that they had been bestowed gifts by King Thranduil himself.

"Oh, how wonderful! I am sure he will grow to become a fine archer, the best in all the realms."