Water and Stone: 23. Elrond  Reader Toolbox   Log in for more
tools  23. Elrond  Gwirith adjusted his saddle cloth and checked
his bow and quiver were secure on his back. He wondered what
Aragorn was doing just at this moment. Gwirith had stood here
just a week ago to say goodbye to him when he had left Imladris
bound for Dunland, where he would join the Dunedain again. ‘It
is a pity you could not stay longer,’ said Elladan. ‘But I
suppose you might return?’ ‘Yes, I might,’ said Gwirith. ‘I am
glad I came. I did not know how much I had missed the ways of
the Noldor.’ He looked around the courtyard and beyond at the
cliffs that surrounded the valley. ‘It reminds me of my home.’
‘Then you must return soon,’ came Elrond’s voice. Dressed for a
journey in shades of muted brown and green, he was drawing on a
pair of leather gloves and carrying a travelling pack. ‘Ada?’
said Elladan, surprised. Elrond handed Gwirith a scroll in a
decorated wooden scroll box. ‘Here is the message I wish you to
give to Galadriel and C