All he ever wanted

Life went back to normal, as if Cimorene had never left. All the elves seemed to take a liking to Tyrian, spoiling him rotten. Years passed by as the quest kept going. About three-fourths of a year to go before the Ring was either destroyed or recovered. Cimorene had visions of both, as did Glorfindel.

Cimorene received some news that morning.

"Cimorene, I warned you both about the danger of this, yet neither of you planned carefully." Elrond said disapprovingly.

"I have gotten a lot stronger Elrond. I no longer am content to just sit and wait for injured. I like to do something active, and that builds up my strength. You forget I fought in Helm's Deep" Cimorene retorted.

"I have to say, she did much better than I. She had to save me at least twice. She has gotten a lot stronger than when she left here." Glorfindel said.

Elrond sighed, and then spoke to Cimorene. "Be ever so careful. You are like an older sister to me. I would hate to lose you."

"I will. Do not worry about me."

The Ring had been destroyed and the Dark Lord overthrown. Again.

Cimorene was pregnant again. The baby was due beginning of June of 3020 of the Third age. The baby was born three weeks before the wedding of Aragorn and Arwen. A daughter was born. However, there is new life to replace the old, for Cimorene died giving birth to the child. It also killed part of Glorfindel.

The escort of Arwen set out for Minas Tirith with one less person then they originally had planned.

Aragorn greeted them as they reached the courtyard in the Citadel. He noticed someone was missing.

Erestor noticed the look of confusion on Aragorn's face, for he pulled him aside.

"Where is Cimorene?" Aragorn asked. "Did she stay in Rivendell? Why is she not here?"

"Cimorene died three weeks ago. She took the risks and bore a second child. The child lives, but we had to send Tyrian and Lyra, the daughter, away, for Glorfindel will not speak to them or see them. We took them to Galadriel, who will keep them and raise them until she departs. When she departs, they may either follow her or be sent to someone else." Erestor explained.

"How can Glorfindel abandon his children, especially Lyra? She will never know her mother, and now she will never know her father, for he abandoned his children."

"I do not know the antics of my best friend. What I do know is that the children are in good hands. Galadriel will never allow harm to befall them."

"That is true. I will tell you this now, and I will tell it to Galadriel.

When she departs and if they stay, I will take them in, and raise them. I will not have them wandering around from house to house. I will not speak of Cimorene or the children around Glorfindel."

"That is wise. See, all my 'boring' lectures and lessons were not for nothing." Erestor said, "Now let us rejoin the others.

The wedding came and went, and slowly the elves departed for their homes, then to Valinor. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and the months into years. Eventually the time came when Elrond, Galadriel, Glorfindel, Erestor and others departed. Tyrian left for Valinor with Galadriel, and Lyra was given to Aragorn and Arwen. She was raised as one of their own, and Aragorn and Arwen never ceased to tell her stories of her true parents, stories both funny and sad.

Lyra found it time to depart when Aragorn and Arwen passed on. Never again would she rejoice in Middle Earth. Too much had happened to her. She lost three mothers: Cimorene, who glorious stories were told about, Galadriel, beautiful, powerful and kind, and Arwen, who had sacrificed her immortality for her mortal love Aragorn. She also lost two fathers. Glorfindel, the Balrog Slayer and mighty warrior, and Aragorn, the Hope of Men, and reunited two kingdoms.

She finally turned her emerald green eyes to the shores of Middle Earth. She might meet her true mother and father, and be reunited with her brother who she missed most of all.

Lyra boarded the ship along with Elladan (who was her husband), Elrohir, Legolas and Gimli.

'I am going home.' She thought. 'To Tyrian...and ada, and hopefully nana.'