Fellowship & Fairydust

By Vanessa Parry (alias Elwen)

Word Count: 334

Rating: PG

Summary: Elrond thinks of his wife when he stumbles upon her favorite robe.

Celebrian had taken little with her to the Havens. When he could bring himself to open her wardrobe some time later he found few gaps. Her wedding gown was missing and perhaps one or two others. The dark blue cloak she had left and Elrond wept upon finding it. The day before her departure harsh words had been spoken. All was mended by the time he handed her onto the ship, but in their pain the cloak had been abandoned.
 
Now he reverently laid it upon their marital bed, running a hand over the finely embossed velvet. It no longer smelled of Celebrian but rather of the rose petals it had been packed in so carefully for many years.
 
The cloak was his wedding gift to her. Elrond had fastened it about Celebrian’s naked shoulders, late upon their nuptual eve, as he led her onto the balcony to watch Earendil sail toward the dawn. Even now his arms remembered the feel of his new wife’s form beneath the heavy fabric as she nestled against him, head resting comfortably upon his shoulder.
 
Something glistened in the moonlight and Elrond bent to rescue one long silver hair from the clasp. He stretched it gently between his hands, measuring its length. Celebrian’s hair had been her glory, falling arrow straight well beyond her waist in a star kissed fall, and he remembered well the scent and weight of it as it fell about his face; the silken strength of it as he wrapped it about his fists.
 
He wound the single strand about the clasp once more, admiring now, as he had then, the silver against midnight blue.
 
Horses were assembling below his bacony and Elrond turned to examine his belongings. Like Celebrian before him there was little he needed to take to the Havens; just a harp and one small chest.
 
Removing a wine red robe from the chest, he replaced it with the blue cloak and closed the lid.