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[ Grief, as deep as the sea, as endless as the sky. Pain, like sheeting ice, in the voice that speaks... and for those with ears to hear, a tiny, quiet envy and relief. ]

For those who knew them, the list of those freed from this world now includes the Lady Galadriel and her husband, the Lord Celeborn, their daughter, the Lady Celebrian, the Lady Idril, and Maedhros my brother. Also, the Lady Sif, who counted us as family in lieu of those left in her own world.

Their things are with me, but they left no letters behind.

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[She's been so caught up in assisting with the elves that she'd lost touch with her family - a curse of being so spread out. Her breath catches in her throat as she attempts to respond, the sting of tears hot on her cheeks.

They're gone.

It hits hard and it hurts. She'd already gone through this the first time her mother sailed and while the thought had occurred to her that one day they might be parted... She didn't think it would be so soon.

And that's when she feels herself start to crumble into small pieces, strength gone as the locket falls to the ground.]

[ Arwen he had forgotten. Yes. Elrond's daughter. He pulls himself from his mother's side with a plea for forgiveness and stumbles through shadows until he finds her ]

Arwen, silme, oh I am sorry.

[She'd let herself sink to the ground, attempting not to completely break. The herbs she'd been gathering scatter around her. She couldn't stay out here, not with the war coming... And yet. She needed the air, she needed to remember to breathe. To stay together enough to pull herself to her feet and return to the safe haven.

It was easier said than done.

The sound of Maglor's voice surprises her, eyes shining as they turn towards him. She felt like a child, making no attempts to put on a brave face for him.]

[ Normally he tries to limit contact, on some visceral level still afraid that he will spread his curse, but right now Arwen needs him, and he pulls her into his arms without hesitation ]

Sorry silme, so sorry!

[She clings to him when the contact is made, letting herself succumb to the grief as it washes over her. She gives him a shake of her head, words something she isn't able to manage just yet.

She knows she's not alone, but that doesn't ease the pain.]

Mag- [That's all she can manage, fingers curling as she attempts to keep herself grounded.]

Ssh ssh [ He croons to her, setting aside his own pain to soothe hers ] Weep if you need to, silme, I have you.

[She curls against him, letting the grief wash over her as she sobs. She'd worked so hard to grow from where she'd been, but somehow the weight of this loss hit harder than before.]

I'll never see her again.

Nor I. [ He rocks her and croons softly ]

But who knows what the Second Music will bring. Do not despair yet, Arwen. Where you go, the Eldar cannot follow - but I do not think Eru so cruel as to sunder our kindreds forever.

[It's hard not to despair when it feels as though her world is crumbling. Was this what it would feel like when her father and grandparents sail? It cuts deep, and while she does not regret her decision, it is a heavy burden to bear.]

I made my choice, I knew the cost... I just -

[If what she was feeling was any indication of what it would feel like to lose Aragorn, she would not survive it.]

It still hurts. [ He nods, and his own voice is hoarse from tears ] Yes. Especially when it come unexpected, as this does. I... when I was first brought here. They gave me a picture of Elrond. Celebrian had it - and now it is returned to me. Here, silme. It is only one of your father, but I thought you might like to keep it, all the same.

[ It is a tiny little photograph in a frame, who knows where the fairies got it from ]

[She almost doesn't take it - doesn't want to take something so precious from him. She still had family here - even if she was feeling drained.

With a chilled hand, she takes the photo, clutching it close.]

Diola lle.

[ He chafes her hand in his and worries (Such a hypocrite, Makalaure) ]

It is no trouble, silme. I think I should fetch Lord Aragorn, hm? You will need him, I think.

[She has to stay strong, the war still rages and as she knows - awful things happen and will continue to happen no matter what shifts and changes in their own lives.]

I will call for him. I- He will want to hear the news if he hasn't already.

[Which odds were, he had and was already making his way to her.]

What about you?

I must go back to amil. She will need me now, more than ever. [ he brushes a strand of hair from her face fondly ]

So brave, little star. Hold tight to each other.

[She pulls back enough to look up at him, brushing a stray tear away as she takes a deep breath.]

Be safe, you know you can reach out for help should you need it. [Whatever she can offer him in return, she will gladly give.]

You, as well. Be brave, silme. If you need me, call, alright?

[ She and his mother, Muscovy and Aragorn are all that is left to him now - for them, he would do anything ]

[The boy that comes into view is seated on the ground, knitting utensils and wool in his lap, watching her intently. A Fëanorian star can be seen on his chest, otherwise he looks very human (though not quite, there is something about him that isn't). He smiles.]

Are you related?

[Her response is somewhat delayed, waiting until after Aragorn had left to see to Maglor. She takes a moment to compose herself, making note of the Fëanorian star though now isn't the time to ask. She looks weary, settled on a chaise as she holds the locket.]

Celebraín was my mother. Galadriel and Celeborn my grandparents. [And Idril her great-grandmother, though it was already difficult enough to say those.] If you mean Maglor, in a way, we are.

[A beat.] And might I know your name little lord?

I'm Muscovy.

[But he doesn't continue there; this conversation isn't about him.]

I am sure the lady Galadriel will be fine. She is very scary, yes? [Not that Galadriel ever did anything specifically to scare him, but it was quite clear that she could be if she wanted. And being scary is strength. He doesn't worry for her.

...he doesn't really know enough about the other two to comment.]

Arwen.

[The comment about her grandmother earns a bit of a smile, even if it's bittersweet.] She can be, yes. But she can also be quite caring - it is often when she's facing a threat against her family that she is at her most terrifying.

[She'd heard the stories, knew the power her grandmother held.]

She was. [He nods. But not only scary - Galadriel clearly was troubled by how the two sides of her family hated each other. Which, if Arwen is Celeborn's granddaughter...]

You don't hate Maglor, yes?

[Ahaha...ha.]

Truthfully, no. Though it is no mystery as to why you ask. The past is a dark beast in some regards and while I try to not let it rule my present, it is easier for me as I did not live through some of those hardships.

Then it is good that you are here and your grandfather is gone.

[He ...has never really been the most diplomatic, being bad at guessing what is okay to say and what is rather. Off-key. But it is safer for Maglor if the only enemies that he has in this world are ones whom he made here.]

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