New Challenge: Title Track
Tolkien's titles range from epic to lyrical to metaphorical. This month's challenge selected 125 of them as prompts for fanworks.
“Elrond, you are not going to help Celebrían with your nerves. Calm down, let her and Galadriel finish their walk, and then you can see to her again. These babies will be born soon enough.”
“I know.” Elrond pauses in his pacing, and even manages a smile “It is not… that is not what worries me. I know Celebrían is in good hands, and that she will give birth easily.”
Celeborn cocks his head slightly, fighting to suppress a grin.
“Becoming a father is hard, is it not?”
“I…”
“You are worried, about all that will do to you.“
“It is not only that.” Elrond bows his head, and if Celeborn is not much mistaken, his eyes glint suspiciously. “You know of my predicament. You know that my children will face the same choice Elros and I faced. There is no predicting how they might choose. I fear that. For myself, but most of all for Celebrían.”
Celeborn nods, lost for anything to say. There is no comfort he can offer. He knows how deep this fear is, how destructive, and his heart aches for both his daughter and his son-in-law. The Choice is a cruel thing indeed.
For a moment, Celeborn contemplates telling Elrond how afraid he was of Celebrían ere she was born, how he dreaded loving so deeply, when there was always the possibility to lose that love, to Evil, to unforeseeable choices, to conflict. He feels, though, that his unease really cannot be compared to the fear Elrond must be feeling. For Elrond, this fear is so much more real, and it becoming reality infinitely more devastating.