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The stream ran free, as did the mind of those who dwelled too deep into the depths of their thoughts. Night can be deceiving, even for the purest of kinds and the most tranquil souls, the most tranquil individual. The brain runs turns whenever it pleases, no matter how much one does not desire it.

And so, amidst a sky of starlight and glistening waters, Elrond, son of Eärendil, sat by the damp rocks of the shore, where the light was dim and the waves swayed against the sharp siltstone cliffs.

The commander of the northern armies had been sent away with the soldiers appointed to her. Now they sailed to Valinor, never to return to Middle-Earth, and Elrond, despite being happy for his dear friend Galadriel, felt pain where he wished was calm, and sorrow where sympathy should have been.