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Rainy Day
Of course, every day in Aman couldn't be pure sunshine. For all the beautiful grass and trees to grow, rain was needed.
Elrond gazed thoughtfully out the rain-dampened window of the home that CelebrÃan had built for him while she awaited his arrival. Far enough from the city to be surrounded by woods and gardens, Barvedui was as peaceful and restful as Imladris had ever been, without the ever-present worries. Still, on days like this, his mind would wander... home.
Fifty years had passed. What were they doing now? How many grandchildren had been born?
Was it raining there too?