Black Death

AN: Due to slip in reviews last night this author is being a b!tch.

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Time is passing,
Passage from one history,
To another.
Death marked the beginning,
Life will mark the end.

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Two days had passed in Rivendell, Estel grew in strength, and the twins remained in hiding. With no more he could do, Glorfindel held the hand of Elrond. Through the night the elf lord had made a turn for the worst. Sadly Glorfindel vowed to elf lord, that if he wanted he would let him go. Let him finailly go to walk the great halls. Glorfindel wouldn't force Elrond's body to live, where his soul no longer dwelled.

So as it was as the sun was shining bright through the window of Elrond's room on the second day, Elrond slipped away. For what seemed an eternity Glorfindel watched Elrond, hoping he would draw a breath. When he did not, he stood with great sadness to retrieve some water. It was be best if he cleaned up Elrond before he told anyone he was gone.