New Challenge: Twenty-Five
It's been twenty-five years since the release of the "Fellowship" film transformed Tolkien fandom. This month's challenge looks back on iconic lines and scenes from the film trilogy.
The grey dusk outside was deepening. Elrond rolled over in their bed and pressed closer to Celebrían, burying his face in her shoulder, and tried not to think about how quickly their few remaining hours were dwindling.
He would not weep. He had promised himself he would not weep.
“Do not go quiet on me now,” she murmured, sliding her fingers through his hair.
Elrond kissed her bare arm and took her other hand in his. His thumb stroked the inside of her wrist. “I know not what to say,” he confessed.
They had already said everything there was to say. There was nothing to be done: she could not stay, and he could not go. Though his heart longed for another path, he would not hinder her.
“Anything,” she said. “Tell me a story. I would hear your voice for a time.”
“You have heard all my stories before,” he reminded her. “A hundred times, at least.”
Celebrían laughed, a quiet huff of air that brought a small smile to Elrond’s lips. Her skin was so soft beneath his cheek. He closed his eyes against the heat prickling behind them.
“I care not,” she told him. “Tell me again.”
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