A few weeks later, Arwen was scurrying about her room, gathering her belongings and packing them in her bag that she would carry with her. When she finished folding her dress she placed them in her bag then sat down on her bed and sighed. Remembering Silvren, she jumped off her bed and ran lightly down the hall towards Silvren’s room.
“Silvren, are you done packing yet?” Arwen asked as she stood in the doorway to Silvren’s room. She watched as Silvren closed one of her books she had been reading, now that she was off restriction, and set it down beside her on the bed.
“Um-hmm.” Silvren nodded.
“Let me see.” Arwen said suspiciously as she walked towards the bag that was sitting on the end of Silvren’s bed. Arwen looked through her bag, pushing aside folded clothes, books, a hairbrush, and other objects Silvren had packed. “All right, you’re ready to go.” she sighed, then turned and walked out her room.
“Arwen!” a little voice stopped her. She turned around to face Silvren, who still sat upon her bed with her legs dangling over the side.
“How long will we be gone for?”
“You will be remaining in Lothlórien for a year with mother. Then you will come back with her and some other Elves.” Arwen replied.
“But how long will you be gone for?” Silvren asked with a confused look on her face.
“I will remain there for three years.”
“Oh.” Silvren said casting her eyes down.
“Come, father is waiting for us.” Arwen said motioning for Silvren to follow her.
Together they walked, hand in hand with their bags, downstairs and outside to where Glorfindel and the others were waiting for them with their horses.
“Grandma! Grandpa!” Silvren shouted as her Glorfindel lifted her off of her mother’s horse and set her on the ground. She’s only seen them once or twice but she knew exactly who they were.
Galadriel caught her young granddaughter up in her arms and hugged her tightly. “Oh, it’s so good to see you.” Galadriel said then kissed Silvren on the cheek.
Celebrian and Arwen walked up behind Silvren, exchanging hugs and kisses with Celeborn and Galadriel as well.
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“Look at this flower, Grandpa.” Silvren said holding up a
small, pale pink flower for him to see.
“Yes, I see, beautiful isn’t?”
“Silvren,” Celeborn said softly.
“Yes, Grandpa?” Silvren asked looking up at him.
“You know, my fingers are itching to tickle someone.” Celeborn said flexing his fingers, as a small grin spread across his face.
Silvren dropped the flower she held in her hand and took off across the hill. Celeborn stood up and ran after her as she ran in a zigzag line and changed directions, trying to throw him off as he chased her. Celebrian, Galadriel, and Arwen laughed as they looked on from where they sat in the middle of the hill. A few times they thought, for sure, Silvren would run into them. She let out a high-pitched squeal as Celeborn came up and grabbed her from behind. Silvren squirmed in his grasp and fell to her knees as he tickled her sides.
“St-stop!” she cried out among her laughing.
“Whew, all right.” Celeborn said. “It’s almost time for dinner anyway.”
Celeborn grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet, then together, they walked over to where the others sat waiting for them.
“I believe that one day, when you grow up, you’re going to marry an Elven prince.” Galadriel said as she held Silvren on her lap, the young Elfling playing with Galadriel’s long, golden locks.
They sat in Silvren’s bed chamber on top of her small bed as the sun crept behind the Misty Mountains and disappeared into the West. Silvren was dressed in her blue night shift, her brown her pulled back in a small braid that ran down the back of her neck.
“Eww.” Silvren sneered, wrinkling her small nose. “I don’t want to marry anybody.”
“Why not?” Galadriel asked slightly amused.
“Because then you have to kiss them and nasty stuff. Yuck!” Silvren said in disgust, sticking her tongue out.
“Oh, you’ll grow out of that stage.” Galadriel said as she stood up and laid Silvren down in her bed. “But for now, you must take your rest.” she spoke in a whisper as she tucked Silvren in under the thin sheets.
Early the next morning, Celebrian and several other elves, including Silvren, packed up their belongings and prepared to leave Lothlórien.
Celebrian, Glorfindel and Silvren said their good byes to Celeborn, Galadriel and Arwen then mounted their horses.
Two elves began trotting down the dirt path, then Celebrian and the others followed behind, slowly disappearing into the distance as they rode towards Rivendell
“Daddy!” Silvren cried out as she was helped off of Celebrian’s horse by Glorfindel. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Silvren ran over to her father’s open arms. “I’ve missed you, Daddy.” she said.
“I missed you too. How was your trip? Did you enjoy it?” Elrond asked as he took her tiny hands into his larger ones.
Silvren was smaller than most 106 year old Elves, she was quite small when she was born and has been fairly small ever since. But her strength and energy made up for it and her brothers know that all to well.
They were always picking on her and tormenting her, mainly Elrohir. He had a habit of sneaking up on her from behind when she was playing or picking flowers. In return, she normally swung a fist at him or kicked him in the groin. Elrohir tried scaring her with bugs, but that didn’t work because she wasn’t afraid of them like Arwen was. In fact, Silvren loved ladybugs, and loved chasing crickets and grasshoppers. But Elrohir did find one thing that scared her more than anything.
It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly in the sky with no clouds in sight. The air was filled with the sweet songs of the birds.
Silvren sat outside on the dirt path that ran through one of her father’s gardens, playing with her wooden blocks and some bugs that she had caught.
Elrond was walking around the garden with Glorfindel and Erestor, his chief advisor.
Silvren was happily entertaining herself. Building cages out of her blocks then sprinkling grass in them before putting different bugs in each cage. She was so absorbed in what she was doing, that she didn’t hear Elrohir sneaking up behind her.
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Elrohir tossed a big, black spider in front of her.
Silvren jumped up screaming in fear as she ran towards Elrond. Tears streaming down her cheeks.
Elrond bent down and scooped the crying Elfling up into his arms. “What’s wrong, Silvren? Why are you crying?” he asked with a worried expression on his face.
“El-Elrohir threw a sp-spider a-at me.” she stammered.
“Shh, it’s all right. I’ll talk to him.” Elrond said comforting her as he cradled her head against his shoulder.
Elrond glared over at Elrohir as the Elf darted back into the house in search of his brother.
Like Elrond said, he talked to Elrohir and warned him about doing something like that again. But naturally he didn’t listen.