Celeborn gazed sadly down into the heart of what had once been a bustling Elven capital. Already several of the mellyrn were failing, including the one that sheltered his home. Time had once more found Calas Galadhon, and it was not kind.
Taking a deep breath, he turned his mount. In a line that stretched back into the trees of the city, the remaining Galadhrim sat or stood, waiting for his signal.
He would not look back; she was not there. Only dreams and memories remained. He gave the signal and slowly led his people towards Imladris, and the future.
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