It was the question he hadn't wanted to ask, and one that he knew they least wanted to answer. It was the source of their pain; that it had to come out was obvious.
"Tell me." Elrond reached for Celebrían's hand and held tight.
And they did. Of Arwen's children and grandchildren, of how sad and empty she had become when Estel left her, of the silent journey to Lothlorien. Of the mound at Cerin Amroth.
"She was glad to go with him, Ada. And believe it or not, in the end, there was joy."
Now they could all heal.
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