Going Home - 2. Unexpected
Elrond stared down into the box. He'd told them not to pack it for the voyage.
He bent down and carefully pulled the lap harp from its cushioning bed of fabrics and bed linens. The inlaid mithril sparkled in the clear light of the Undying Lands, the design as graceful and beautiful as when Maglor had given it to him.
For half a millennium, he hadn't been able to touch it, to bear the sight of it. Now…
In the next room, Celebrían hummed as she unpacked. Elrond sat and, as his fingers touched the strings, began to smile again.