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aearwenYou know, I'm back out of the discipline of writing these little things again. I'm gonna have to fix that, I think...
The shelves looked empty; much of their contents had been lovingly stored in the crates now stacked near the library door. Blank spots on walls announced where portraits of those who would remain behind now leaned against walls in catalogued stacks.
Elrond walked slowly through his home, his refuge, feeling every missing portrait, tapestry, statue and book. He was leaving little behind for Estel, for his grandchildren and posterity beyond. But he was leaving behind his most fervent hope.
And that hope was that when Glorfindel finally sailed, he would bring Elladan and Elrohir - the real treasures of Imladris.
The shelves looked empty; much of their contents had been lovingly stored in the crates now stacked near the library door. Blank spots on walls announced where portraits of those who would remain behind now leaned against walls in catalogued stacks.
Elrond walked slowly through his home, his refuge, feeling every missing portrait, tapestry, statue and book. He was leaving little behind for Estel, for his grandchildren and posterity beyond. But he was leaving behind his most fervent hope.
And that hope was that when Glorfindel finally sailed, he would bring Elladan and Elrohir - the real treasures of Imladris.
