But the tall figure with the dark hair at the head of the Imladris delegation did not turn, did not wave. He remained resolutely forward, looking to his destination, since leaving Edoras.
She thought the worst behind her. Those tender, terrible moments the two of them shared, alone and unobserved, had left her almost incapable of intelligent conversation, completely bereft. Lost.
Turn! One more wave, Ada - please!
But an echoing hole opened at the bottom of her heart as Elrond vanished from sight - without once turning.
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