Decipher Cards with Elrond on them:
A Letter to My Father
I watch you leave this place, and it makes me wonder why you have stayed as long as you have.
I remember your laughter even if you do not. It seems all your joy left us when my mother did, and you still remained.
You bore the horror of war; watching as the final defeat of Sauron slipped through the fingers of man and yet you still remained.
I watched the guilt become further etched upon your face as you carried the burden of each new plight upon your shoulders.
As powerful as you are, you could not stop Isildur from keeping the ring; you could not prevent the orcs from taking mother, you could not halt Frodo from taking the ring to Mordor, and alas you cannot deter my love for Aragorn.
These are not failures, my father, and yet you embraced them and made them your own. You were no weaker or stronger than any one of us. Please accept that we all have choices to make, elves, men, dwarves, and hobbits alike.
Are we destined to our end? Or is a greater power at work allowing foibles and follies to be had in the hopes that a glorious good will be attained?
I will miss you, but still hope that you can find some remnant of joy as you embrace my mother once more.
Yes, hope. The one reason I remained, and what you secretly clung to all your years in Middle Earth. Hope that you, Elrond, could set right so many wrongs.
I finally understand that you did not abandon hope, and that is why you remained. Let that be what sustains you on your final journey; hope and my undying love for you.
Triolet for Elrond
With wisdom, keenly filled with light,
He's mighty among Elves and Men.
He brought them safety in their flight
With wisdom keenly filled with light,
Lifting the waters to great height;
Holding the peace within this glen
With wisdom keenly filled with light.
He's mighty among Elves and Men.
'But I had forgotten Bombadil, if indeed this is still the same that walked the woods and hills long ago, and even then was older than old. That was not then his name. Iarwain Ben-adar we called him, oldest and fatherless. But many another name he ahs since been given by other folkd: Forn by the Dwarves, Orald by Northern Men, and other names beside. He is a strange creature, but maybe I should have summoned him to our Council'
'He would not have come,' said Gandalf.
Wherein Poor Elrond Halfelven
Juxtaposes A Quick End to the Bad Boy's Zonal Quest Game
Many the ages Elrond Halfelven
Beside those bright and sparkling wetly
Soft green-jade quiet pools
Zealously exacting in his choosing every tool.
A zillion quests selected under
his watchful brow
Careful his perusing, nine-numbered and flawless
All groups a-jigging, axes backed by bows,
Lining them up, verily shortest to tallest.
Previous was tallest, the
gangliest that bore
Questing item to the crack, yet another doom to end.
A joke suddenly fluttered Elrond to his core
Zounds! Exactly! What a good one he would fend!
This current group waited, quite a
mix for questing,
The brawniest expecting to be chosen to bear.
He laughed, and selected for this round of testing
The tiny one, viz a joke! Too little to be snared!
Quest after quest he had sent out
in endless line
Weary fatigue of keeping evil Sauron well-supplied.
The exit was apparent! No zonal expert's crime
To be a bit creative in this one bearer's size.
As they exited the dell, he was
riven of his cares.
Just to see Morgoth's face he wished quite a lot.
Sez he, these mismatched bumblers, they will be a snare.
Led by a hobbit! He'll think it's a pack of rot!
Lard fennel hovel
Have droll fennel
Never hold fallen
Flannel held over
Fall! He rend novel.