Though Lórien was fading the life of the Eldar still ran within her veins – and now she trembled, quivered, with the despair and anger of the ring-bearer.
Celeborn stood silent, one long hand resting on a tree, watching as Galadriel disappeared into the shadows. Once more she had asked and once more he had refused to yield. He felt no yearning for the Sea, for a land left behind; he yet loved this Middle-earth.
He would watch her walk away, he would feel her despair – he would feel his own. He would wake in the night and know that she was gone, know that half his soul was missing.
But he would not yet cross the Sundering Sea.
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