My Fanfiction +++
Elrond pulled the box off the
shelf, setting the box down on a nearby chair, before brushing away
the fine film of dust that covered all. He had been on his way to
the kitchens when he heard a stream of rather inventive curses
coming from one of the storage rooms. He stopped, curious, and after
a quick, slightly awed conversation with one of the servants, he
found himself searching for a certain box of Yule decorations. In
payment for Elrond’s services, the elf was to charm, steal or beg
his way into acquiring drink and a few of the cook’s prized
pastries. Elrond had a particular weakness for the lemon ones.
The box was unmarked, and he
thought that perhaps the elusive silver bells were in it, so when he
opened the lid, he was wholly unprepared for what he found within.
He carefully removed each item from the box – a stack of books, a
silver-handled brush, a jewelry box, and a delicate, glass figurine
of an Elven maiden.
He remembered the figurine, a
gift to her from him at a Yuletide long ago, and the jewelry box,
carved from wood from her home, from a fallen branch off of one of
the famous mallorn trees. He ached when he turned to the brush,
palest blonde hair still caught within the boar bristles. The books,
however, were another matter entirely. He held his breath without
realizing it as he reached out to take the first of the stack in his
They were her journals, leather
bound with lilac ribbons to hold the writer’s place. Their worn
pages were filled with a familiar feminine script and held something
very precious value to Elrond – her thoughts. Pages were turned,
grey eyes scanning each, mouth tensed with emotion. The well known
story unfolded slowly, a tale of two elves in love, a home being
built, twin sons being born, followed in time by a daughter.
Grief twisted inside him, hot and
burning within his gut. He could see her now, writing at her desk,
heavy with child. He would call her to bed, promising a foot-rub if
only she would now rest, and she would laughingly acquiesce. He
remembered Elladan’s binding; he read the lists she made for herself
of the plans for the ceremony. After the feast and resulting
celebration, she had kissed her new daughter-in-law before they
left, hugging her son tightly. She insisted on writing an entry
before they went to bed, although tired from the important, life
changing day. He now saw the words she wrote that night – a poignant
mixture of joy and sadness, a new cycle of life, saying goodbye to
the old and welcoming the new, something beautiful and terrible at
the same time, nature at its peak.
He read that passage over and
over again, unable to help himself. He could hear her voice in his
head as he read, she seemed so very much…alive. That last thought
was where he finally broke, buried his head in his hands and wept.
Say goodbye to the old, try and accept the new.
AN: Written for Zhie's