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Subject: Little Acorns

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Celeborn (not dead!)

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Date Posted: 18:18:46 05/07/03 Wed

The timber fell. Crackles and sparks flew from the burning inferno. Celeborn watched as part of his life was destroyed in front of him.

Here was the place Celebrian had been most happy, images flashed through his head. The day of her marriage to Lord Elrond

"Ada! I've nothing I've ever done has felt this right!" She had laughed so much that day. He remembered how Elrond was so different around her- no longer the quite one. They brought out the best in each other. They always would.

For a fleeting moment, Celeborn's hear went out to his son-in-law. This was Elrond's dream that was being destroyed, not his.

The twins were playing in the grass. They must have been a few years old, arguing over who was Elrond and Gil-Galad as they battled with two sturdy sticks.

It had always been a place for families. Yet for so many years, no young elflings had played under the branched, and no infant laughter had rung from the valley. The End had been nearing.

So it seemed fitting, now the elves were gone, that so should their homes be. Bending to the ground, he saw a few shoots poking from the soil. Little acorns. One day, they would grow to giant oaks, aided by the rich earth. The elves were fading. Yet whatever fire or destruction was thrown at Imladris, this valley would always be a place of protection, of beauty, and of love.

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