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That autumn is was very pleasant, and we often went walking in the garden
with the low sunligth in the clean, cold Rivendell-air, and there was always
a breeze to send the leaves from the birch-trees swirling, and Arwen was very
happy most of the time.
"Don't we have a wonderful time together, darling?"
"Sure"
"We have such fun. The hobbits are such wonderfull people. Why havn't we seen
any more hobbits here before? If you would stay, we could invite more hobbits.
Then we could give parties, and perhaps invite some more og your kin too, and
we would have such wonderful fun."
"You know I can't stay"
"Of course. But would'nt it be grand?"
"Very. But it is not for now. You know that."
She was quiet for a while. The she said:"I hate it when you do that."
"Do what?"
"Say: You know that. I wish you didn't ever say: You know that."
"But you do."
"Yes I do. But i don't wna't to. I hate that i know it. I hate everything they
say about your blood and your war and about the terrible, terrible, miserable
ring. I wish I had never heard of it. I Wish i didn't know. But I do. And it
is so terrible, and i wish we could stop talking about it."
"It is easier to accept it if you understand it."
"Will you please stop talking about it?"
"Sure. But you have to understand, it is just what is neccesary to do."
"Will you pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease stop talking about it?"
We sat for some time and looked at the landscape in front of us. You could see
the peaks of the mountains which were covered with the everlasting snow, and
down below us the ravine streched out between the walls of the cliff, past the
gates of Rivendell and out by the Bruinen and futher on into the plain beyond
the hills. A single dark cloud drew across the pale blue autumn sky. It passed
its way slowly over the horizon, carried high by the blow of the eastern wind.
A small white tree in front of us caught the wind too and swayed almost down
to the gruond beneath it.
"I'm sorry" she said. "I was unfair."
And then:"I did not mean to be unfair. I just go a little crazy sometimes. Can
you forgive me?"
"Of course"
"It's just that I hate thinking of it."
"So do I."
"So we won't talking about it again, will we?"
"No"
"Good. Because I hate talking about it."
She had sat very straigth and tall, but now suddenly she seemed very tired and
she leaned against my shoulder.
"Will you put your arm around me?"
"Sure"
I put both my arms around her and held her close, and she said: "Don't you wish
you weren't going?"
"I do" I lied.
Later, after I had gone of with the Company, that small white tree wich had
been blown so heavily about by the wind that day, was torn up by the winter
storm and cut up to be used as firewood, but in the end everyone passed the
sea before it was put to use . But at that time we were in Lorien, and noone
thought anymore of Rivendell then.