"I know, dearheart." Word spreads fast in a community as small and talkative as Imladris, and more than one elf had heard Glorfindel call for the twins' aid, and the song that followed. Though none are so rude as to approach and demand exploration, every once in a while a voice will raise in song, twined with the power of the Song of Arda - Green Elves, who have long made Imladris their home, sending what strength and blessing they can.
Elflings are precious, no matter who's kin they are.
"I will stay with you, if Mandos allows it, and do all I can to make this easier." He promises. Though he will dearly miss Arda, and the stars, and the green earth, he cannot just abandon his cousin.
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Date: 2006-03-12 05:33 am (UTC)Elflings are precious, no matter who's kin they are.
"I will stay with you, if Mandos allows it, and do all I can to make this easier." He promises. Though he will dearly miss Arda, and the stars, and the green earth, he cannot just abandon his cousin.
Not again, anyway.