So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case, you were also meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought. - Fellowship of The RIng (2001)
Imagine: Being an elf from
and joining the Fellowship where you grow close to Legolas and slowly fall in love. [x] [x]
Legolas: It has been a pleasure talking to you, Y/N. I wish I could stay longer. Y/N: I’m not planning on leaving you just yet, Legolas- I’ve been invited to join the Fellowship and travel with you on your journey. Legolas: Y/N, that’s… that’s great. *smiles* I will not have to say goodbye to you so soon, then? Y/N: No, it appears not. *smiles*
Title: When Shall We Meet Again Ch. 3 Summary: After burning bridges with his mother and father, Elrond unexpectedly meets his grandmother. a/n: I updated =) After like three weeks. You can read the original story here. As always, there may be mistakes (i’m my own beta). I’m open to critiques and comments!
If you like it please reblog!! Hope you all enjoy it!
Not even a full day in Valinor, and Lord Elrond had
managed to lose what little of his family that he had let.
His own foolishness and inability to keep his emotions
in check had single handedly isolated him from his biological parents and wife,
and any chance of reconciliation seemed as impossible as dragging Arwen to
He doesn’t regret his words, at least he tells himself
such; though he suppose Maglor would be quite disappointed in how he handled
the situation, and even Maedhros would chastise him for his unusual brashness.
And Elros…Elrond smiles at the thought, Elros would be
standing right beside him.
Though whatever second thoughts he had in regards to
his parents, shame on Elwing and Earendil for their assumptions. What in all of
Middle Earth had they thought cornering him in such a manner would accomplish?
Had they expected tearful hugs and kisses? They had trapped him like foolish
children did an aggressive snake, and by Eru did he strike.
Though the poison was never once meant for his wife,
and perhaps her words and a further strain in their relationship was what he
regretted most of the entire confrontation.
Now an hour away from the situation, and he truly
regrets hurting his parents. His anger is real, and his feelings are still
valid, but if anything, he wanted to confront them on his own time.
Perhaps things would have been different. He would be
walking with his wife to their new home, savoring what memories of their
children they had left.
appearances triggered him; the Silmaril on his father’s head more so. Never
being in such a situation before, where he was made to face the elves who had
abandoned him, he had acted quite inappropriately. They could have been a happy
family had his mother returned the damned jewel, had his father returned to
raise them. But their foolishness and negligence had seen a score of innocent
lives taken, and Elrond’s words had been fueled by such knowledge.
Yes, a redo was in order. But not now, and perhaps not
a thousand years from now. His parents
had not given him the time to move at his own pace, hopefully now he had made
his message clear.
He walked with lighter steps, reminding himself now,
that he had made the right choice.
To his dismay, he has spent the good half of the day wandering
aimlessly through the market while his mind is muddled with fog. Inwardly,
Elrond still deals with the conflict of dissing his parents, and the internal
battle wages on for longer than he would have liked.
The conclusions he believed he made are trumped when
his guilt eats away at him.
It is well past noon when his senses return to him,
and the crowd has died down considerably as elven workers close up their many
stalls and shops for the day, and make their trek back home to their families.
It suddenly occurs to Elrond, as more and more elves
vacate the area, that he has no idea where home is (though he is almost certain
that he is welcomed in any of the High King’s lands).
Perhaps he should have secured his dwellings prior to
disowning his parents.
He will have to ask his councilor, Glorfindel about
this later (he supposes), who will no doubt spend most of his time at the shore
or entertaining the hobbits, or perhaps mingling with the Silvan elves. Either
way, finding him will not be hard (The golden haired elf had even offered
Elrond dwellings in his home in the past, and if it came to that, Elrond would
gladly stay with him).
Though Elrond doubts Glorfindel would even want to
return to his home.
He too bore qualms about returning to Valinor, as the
people of Middle Earth had captured his heart. Glorfindel only sailed due to
his position in Elrond’s household.
In the midst of his self-blame, Elrond spots a shade
of red in the crowd, and immediately his heart drops to his stomach. He can no
longer move as he looks forward, and a small part of him believes that the
Valar have taken pity on he and his loneliness, and granted him the presence of
one of the elves that raised him.
One of the elves he needs.
He is advancing towards her before he can truly
discern her appearance. He does not see the short stature or the thin body, he does
not take in the presence of two hands, and more importantly, he does not see
the dress that flails around her as she walks.
Elrond only sees bright red hair.
His words die in his throat, and suddenly his sprint
comes to a harsh halt.
This is not Maedhros the Tall standing before him. She
is quite the opposite to be exact.
Her hair is a shade too red, too bright. Her brown
freckles are numerous on her tanned cheeks, and her face is round and kind, as
opposed to narrow and bony, gaunt with weariness.
There is something rather doe like about her large
brown eyes, something sad too.
And despite her red hair and freckled face, “Maedhros”
is not the name Elrond puts to her face now.