4. My Mortal Love
When Arwen and I first met I doubt we consideredthe effect it would have upon those we knew, especially the on we both called Adar. I never knew our falling in love would cause him so much pain. But looking back upon it, it seems the most obvious thing. For over 20 years I had been his son, but in one instant I had become his daughter's executioner, her pledges to me a self-signed death sentance.
At first I did not know she was Elrond's daughter; her father and brothers had never mentioned her, for elves rarely speak about those who are absent. When I had first told Elladan and Elrohir about the beautiful Elf-maiden I had met in the woods, they laughed, until I mentioned that she was newly returned from Lothlorien, then their faces paled.
Never had I seen so many emotions openly displayed upon my father's face as when he discovered our love. Grief, disgust, hate, pity. All flew across his face, lingering in his eyes. He rose, and in a low voice whispered "You know not what you have done".
At first I took his anger to be because I had stolen his daughter from him, but years later I realised it was because now he knew he would not have to watch one mortal child die, but two.
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