Do wars start with the first fired arrow and end with the last? Or maybe they start already with the realization that they need to be fought? And never truly end, as long as the memory of them haunts those who took part? Arafinwë's story of the War of Wrath.

Only stones now remember the Elves or Eregion… Is it true? A Silvan Elf learns better as he listens to the story of an ancient holly-tree.

Less than two months have passed since Celebrían's departure for the Undying Lands. Autumn sadness, with some seasoning of hope. Told from Elrond's point of view.