Alone Under the Stars by Silver Trails
Alone Under the Stars
This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit is made and no harm is intended. The story is set on TA 2511, after Celebrían left Imladris and passed over the Sea.
This is my entry for the LotR Community October Challenge: The Stars at Night. My prompt is: Alcarinquë, Morwen, Silindo (Jupiter?)
Elrohir sat alone in the Hall of Fire, his mind lost in the events of the last months. Life in Imladris had changed in so many ways since his mother was attacked that even now that Celebrían had sailed to the West in search of healing, the vale seemed to be a shadow of the home he once knew.
Elladan was asleep in his room, exhausted after a day of hunting Orcs as if Arda would end if they stopped their quest. Elrohir had gently closed their mental link, leaving only a basic awareness of his brother’s presence. He didn’t want Elladan to know in how much pain he was.
Memories came to his mind. The alarm when they found that their mother had been waylaid on the road to Lothlórien, the long ride under a starred sky that seemed to mock them in its beauty, the arrival at the cave where the Orcs had taken their mother, the fight, the chill in his heart as he saw Celebrían lying there, unconscious, the savage way in which Elladan had taken the last Orc down while Elrohir bandaged his mother’s wounds as best he could.
There had been no healing power to pull from the defiled land, but Celebrían had survived the road back home, where both Glorfindel and Elrond had worked tirelessly to stop the bleeding and heal the worst of the physical hurts. The emotional wounds had been beyond Elrond’s healing powers, and so Celebrían had left the vale a year later, seeking whatever peace the Blessed Lands would give her.
Arwen had left Imadris shortly after their mother, needing to put some distance between the memories of a life with her and the sadness and anguish that seemed to permeate each corner of the house.
Elladan had taken things badly, arguing with their father about Vilya and its uselessness to heal Celebrían’s spirit. What use is to preserve the land if we lose the people we love?
During the first days after they rescued their mother, Elladan had stayed at her bedside until he was so tired that Elrohir had to force him to eat something and sleep. Elladan would listen to no one else, not even Glorfindel who was deeply worried about him. When Celebrían decided to leave, Elladan had plainly refused to come with the family to the Havens to say good-bye.
Only Celebrían herself, fragile as she was, had been able to calm Elladan and give him some measure of peace. She had spoken to him alone, and promised they would see each other one day. That was all that Elladan had told Elrohir, but he had been calmer when he said good-bye to their mother in the house’s courtyard.
Elrond had decided that Elrohir and Arwen should not reach the Havens, lest the desire for the Sea awakened in them. They were not full Elves, but Elrond had been distressed enough, and only because of that Elrohir had agreed to wait for Elrond and Erestor in one of Gildor’s camps.
Glorfindel had stayed in the vale with Elladan, who was slowly accepting his lover’s comfort again. Elladan had often left the vale without telling anyone, refusing to share his pain with other than his twin, and even that had been a rare thing. Elladan blamed himself for not going with Celebrían, but she had left with an escort of the best warriors in Imladris, save for the twins and the rest of their family. It is not your fault, Elladan.
I know, but I also know that it is.
Elrohir looked at the sky, a bitter laugh leaving his lips when he saw the stars. Alcarinquë was shining in all its beauty, the same as the day when they rescued Celebrían. Such beauty in the sky while there was so much pain on Arda. Elrohir’s eyes filled with tears, but even then he refused to seek comfort in his twin. He had been strong for both now that Elladan was in so much pain. He would always protect his twin.
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