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Pretty straight forward. You have an idea you want to play out with Elrond, throw up a starter or plotting comment and we'll go from there.

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The sea is calm, welcoming the fresh arrivals to Aman. There are many to meet and greet those aboard the Elven ships, but not all make themselves immediately visible. She, in particular, is not known to many of the land's residents - by choice - and she ensures that only one Elf - one Peredhel - hears her song. The lyrics have been written for him to illustrate her pride in the well-lived life he had led. Each note is high and deliriously sweet - like the call of a nightingale - but Lúthien keeps herself hidden, cloaked and watching her grandchild from afar.

Once the song reaches a gentle conclusion, urging him to live well in these lands too, she turns and flees to the trees on swift feet, her heart warm from simply having seen him. He might see her figure, hooded and cloaked like some sort of spirit or wraith, yet her steps are much more graceful than theirs.

Edited Date: 2017-05-14 03:35 am (UTC)

No one else heard the song. Elrond knows, because he'd glanced at his mother-in-law surreptitiously, knowing Galadriel would return his look with one of her faint smiles. But it was missing. So he doesn't give it away, only escorts the hobbits to where he trusts they'll be cared for. Even sets Erestor to seeing to it. It's a song that tells a story he knows well, only in such a way that highlights the best of his life.

He slips away, resolving to find his wife later and reunite with her. One more glance to Galadriel and a silent message that he would find them all later, but that there's something he must do first. Then he follows the song a ways, listening to instinct as to where to go. Then stops, and in a somewhat bemused voice, calls out, softly.

"Might you show yourself?"

There are places to spy and she knows them all well. When she hurries away from where she sang to him initially, she seeks a tree that has proven useful in the past. It has branches low enough that she can climb up on them and peer over the Elven settlement below. However the moment her fingers brush a limb, she hears his call.

That is unexpected and her song trails off as she considers how to act. She does not want his day to be clouded; this is a day of joyous reunions! Lúthien is not filled with much joy anymore, yet he is precious to her nonetheless and she would gladly sit high in a tree just to glimpse him.

"There are laughter and tears waiting for you elsewhere, child." she does not lower her hood or turn to face him, "I am nothing but a shadow; heed me not."

He doesn't approach, only studying the hooded figure curiously. He can almost see sorrow shroud her, and his heart goes out to her.

"And I will go to them, and join mine with theirs. But Lady, surely there are those here who would welcome you?"

So far what he's seen reminds him of another singer. Another elf he wishes dearly he could have seen one more time, if only to drag him to Aman with him.

She knows her father and her mother walk freely, bound as close as ever under the trees of Aman. She knows too that her son, her granddaughter and her grandson-in-law are present. There are even two young twins, though she does not see them often as they are in need of much healing. Lúthien could call upon them all and she knows they would welcome her.

Yet he is not present and without him, she feels as if she is only half of herself. Each day she appeals to the Valar to let him be reborn - has he not earned it? - but they urge her to be patient. So patient she will be - patient and scarce.

"It is I who cannot give them what they deserve." so it is best that they think her passed on to another place with her Beren, "You are not like me and that brings me unmatched joy."

He's known that feeling, of being only half of oneself. But he'd continued, for his children, for his people, knowing eventually he'd find his other half again in time.

"Have you given them that chance to decide? Family is important, my lady. It might be that they need you," just as she might need them.

Elrond had grown up on stories of his family, first under his parents, then at Maglor's knee where he and even Elros had listened intently. And so, he pauses, then smiles as she claims he brings her joy. And guesses. "My lady Luthien, please, join me as I rejoin my wife." Grandmother... "All I ask is you to try."

He has a strength - a perseverance - that she feels she lacks. Once she set her sight and her heart on Beren, she simply could not bear a world without him. Lúthien had only lingered long enough to ensure Dior was prepared for what was to come - for he is part of her heart too. But the passing between life and death is a journey she knows better than most - and, for Beren, it is a journey she must make.

The Valar have interrupted said journey and returned the body and attributes of the Elves and Maiar to her. She should be grateful, but it is not enough.

"They fare well enough. I watch." and sing to them to ease their worries and fears. She freezes at his keen insight, grey eyes wide in wonder. He is a bright star indeed!

Lowering the hood of her cloak, she lets her bountiful dark hair spill free. Then she turns to face him at long last, tender longing written on her features.

"She has recovered. I have encouraged her to slumber beneath the trees. My mother is kind to ailing spirits."