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Date Posted: 13:23:10 05/05/03 Mon
Celeborn watched the girl, barely alive in her brothers arms. Perhaps a whisper of breath passed her lips and nothing more. With no help, she would die.
"Cadrieldur. Look at me."
Celeborn knew he had little time. "Cadrieldur, very little in this would is what it seems, as I'm sure you know. And 'Cadrieldur', I am rather inclined to believe this is true about you. So tell me, what exactly is a Vanyar elf doing in Middle Earth? I seem to remember your kind shunded the kinslaying all those years ago. Not one of your kind should have crossed the borders into this land."
The Teleri elf began to pase.
"So I though upon this matter. Each solution becoming wildy more hair raising than the last. However, one did have some ring of truth to it. Outlaws. Banished from Valinor for some reason or another. Perhaps at the time of the kinslaying, another bloodthirsty wretch who shed a little Teleri blood? Blood of my kindred? And now you would expect me to heal your beloved?
"My family was killed in the kinslaying. All of them murdered my Noldorian butchers. I do not hold the Noldor dear to my heart- despite my blood ties with them- which are minimal. Yet the Vanyar, your kindred would never lower themselves to answer the requests for aid at that battle.
"I was the messenger dispatched to ride to Mount Teleperon- begging for aid. I was turned away- 'a Teleri dares ask us!' So I left Valinor disillusioned with the Valar, and the world."
The old elf was seething. Years of old grudges were pouring out.
"Anyhow. That was my last involvement with the Vanyar, until you appeared. You and your trouble, Cadrieldur. You told me you knew my son, you said you had been on the shore watching him leave. Yet Amroth should never have left- should he? My son was persuaded to leave by one particular elf, who convinved him, Nimrodel was not coming. Amroth died Cadrieldur. He killed himself in pain and doubt.
"Then, you appear later. This time for my grandaughter. Fortunately she had to good sense to see through you in time. Despite her good nature, no matrimony took place. Yet that caused much pain.
"And now, as we once again stand on the brink of darkness, you re-appear. Sweetness and laughter. But I do not like you, Vanyar. You have caused the ones I love much pain, and your kind is responsible for much in my eyes.
"My grandaughter is dying. If you think I would waste the power I hold on some wrench you have become obessed with, then you are very wrong. I am not Lord Elrond. Go Vanyar, and take your whore with you. You will find no aid with me."
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