“We go,” Elladan agrees. “There is nothing to hold us here
Sadly, it is true. Arwen has gone now, and Estel before her, and
our last link to Middle Earth is broken. Eldarion has grown to a
fine man, and makes a worthy king. Father would be so proud of
Turning, I take one last lingering look at Imladris, remembering.
Then, together, we ride for the last time along the twisting trail and
out of the valley. We ride for the Havens, and for a long awaited
“Do you think Mother knows we are coming?”