TOLKIEN; imagines

31: The Being, the Heart and the Mind - Elrond

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42. "Our beloved child insisted on building this fort, not me."

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Translations: Iellig: my daughter

Warnings: None

Words: 1900

Opaline luminescence of the moon flooded the homely halls and rooms of Imladris as the source of the beautiful glow drew itself ever higher into the sky, the night stretching ever longer until it would eventually recede and give way to the dawn. It was growing late, and I still couldn't locate my husband, Lord Elrond, or my daughter, Faerveth, despite the many hours I had spent roaming the halls continuously.

I tried to ease my mind, convincing myself that Faerveth was most likely with Elladan and Elrohir if not sleeping peacefully within her chambers. And as for my disappearing husband, there was a high chance he was still in his study as he had been so many nights before. I turned myself in the direction of my chambers wearily, eyes drooping a significant amount as I laid my hand over my lips, a fruitless attempt to stifle my oncoming gale of yawns.

I shoved my key into the lock of the door with as much effort as I could manage, reserving some strength to hold myself upright. When I swung the door open softly, I found that it was already lit with candles that filled the room with a heavenly aroma of goldening leaves and honey, something that reminded me of the picturesque scene that seemed to reside exclusively outside the lofty windows whenever the sun sank into its mountainous grave, casting an amber glow over the valley. A blazing fire crackled merrily within the hearth as Varda's stars glinted cooly in the inky backdrop of space beyond. But the most peculiar thing about the room was the fortifications of what seemed to be furniture and bedding that had been laid neatly on the mattress only the previous morn. I heard soft mumbling of what sounded to me as the familiarly rich tone of my husband echoed from within.

The simple, but large tent of linens brought a smile to my face as I thought of the only possibility that could have lead to its assemblage. I sauntered as softly as I could over to the fort and lifted a thin flap that had to have served as a door.

Hidden within was my Faerveth, my beloved daughter, sitting on Elrond's lap, her ebony hair spilling over her father's arm and mingling with his matching locks as he held her close, murmuring the tales and myths from a stack of books into her pointed ear, filling her blossoming imagination with fantasies only dreamt of by the children of the elves. Faerveth looked darling in her heather summer dress, the short sleeves revealing the still soft flesh of her arm as the skirt fell just below her knees. A crown of almond flowers rested atop her brow and she pushed it up occasionally, to keep the blossoms out of her eyes. Then I looked to Elrond, who wore a cornflower kaftan, embroidered with patterns of vines and leaves that were only a shade darker than their backdrop. Silken fabric that was the color of cobalt billowed out behind him, falling proudly from the broad shoulders and tumbling down the hunched, relaxed back of my husband. The silver circlet that was encrusted with a small sapphire and small stars that hung from the sides had been discarded not too far away. I could still remember placing it upon his brow and smoothing back his hair only this morning. I wasn't going to lie, the outfit added an aura of elegance and handsomeness to his already attractive features.

The sight warmed my heart and only when I sniffed back my tears did my daughter draw her attention from the stories and over to me.

"Nana!" She exclaimed as she wriggled out of Elrond's grasp to run over to me, pulling me down into a well needed hug. Her little arms were an amenity after the tiring events that had taken place that day.