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LET US SAIL

ESUANDEL

                   Elrond, a Lord of the elves stood on a balcony in Rivendell. Below him were gathered many more of his kin, waiting to hear of their hidden future. Beside him stood Arwen, his beloved daughter, black hair flowing gracefully with the wind. Above them the arches of the palace curved up to a blue-grey sky. He wondered if he would ever regret it when this beautiful place was silent and deserted.

                   �Fair elves� spoke Elrond from his balcony �our time has come and gone. We have long lived on this earth, fighting beside the other races and celebrating with them for what we have gained. We will no longer gain in these dark times but lose what little we have kept. We are immortal and will only linger in a land of shadow when all else is gone and destroyed. There will be one day when the sun fails to rise. Even our bright stars will be smothered with the ashes of doom. There is nothing left for us here.�

                   Elrond then looked over at Arwen. Her eyes were filling with tears and she was staring into the distance, past everything, past even existence. Quietly he heard her whisper �let it not be this way, there is still something here that I cannot leave.�

                   The sky had become darker and he looked back to his elves. �Far across the deep vast waters of the sea� Elrond continued, �there is a place we must visit. It is our destiny, the destiny of all elves. Our eternal life will be peaceful and serene. If we stay it will be painfully shattered. We will become ugly slaves to the Dark Lord and be forced to join his ever-massing armies. This cannot, will not happen. We must journey over the clear water to a place where a light will ever be brightly shining. Fair folk, look at the sun setting,� he then gestured to the golden glow low in the sky. As he lowered his hand he said, �may this not be the time when it ceases it�s cycle and we are thrown into blackness that is never to be lifted.� Then he raised both his voice and his arms. �Let us think of what lies ahead of the elves. Let the ocean receive us. Let us sail to this undying land. Let us sail, let us sail.� His voice faded into silence and his hands dropped.

                   When Elrond spoke again his tone was much lower and his eyes wistful. �Sing, my daughter, sing to me once more the song of our spirit of the sea.�

                   Her sad pure voice unwavering, Arwen sang:

                                                                                          Dance light the footsteps of the sea

                                                                                             Bright stars within the clear water

                                                                                          Reflect what may of may not be

                                                                                             The shining sun�s pure star daughter.

 

                                                                                          Her fair beauty is never lost

                                                                                             Yet mysterious as was she

                                                                                          And for this, that much it cost

                                                                                             Her great love as it was for he.

 

                                                                                          Waves of water formed around her

                                                                                             Him embracing her forever

                                                                                          And there it stood like trees of fir

                                                                                             Thought he to let her go never.

 

                                                                                          Her lungs were filled with water cold

                                                                                             So slowly out of her life seeped

                                                                                          Her death and pain seemed much too bold

                                                                                             To make him mournful, for her weeped.

 

                                                                                          There stopped time for those young lovers

                                                                                             When they were happy is no more

                                                                                          She is under shining covers

                                                                                             Under the sea, heaven�s fair core.

 

                                                                                          His only wish is now to die

                                                                                             Yet should he fail the sea would still

                                                                                          All life sucked out now smooth to lie

                                                                                             His quest, a spirits life to fill.

                    Elrond�s face was hard and emotionless when the song ended. He was dreaming, dreaming to see his fair Celebrian again, dreaming of love. The elves moved silently away and soon he and Arwen were alone. The rush of the river called Elrond back to Rivendell. He turned to his daughter and saw tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

                    �You know that you cannot stay here.� He said �Aragorn is a man and you an elf. He will die long before you are taken. You will be left alone to wander the forests and fields until death comes for you.�

                    Arwen stared at the far away landscape and almost whispered, �I have still some hope, and it will never leave me.�

                    Fresh wind swept then into that elven palace and on it was the scent of freedom, pride, and hope.