On that fateful day Celebrian departed from the shores of Middle-Earth. Elrond was torn in two by her leaving, but can he put himself together again?

Why is it you who cannot fly?

The stars are beautiful, churning the sky. They are also dead. They fell away long before reaching the hearts of those on Earth. In that respect, they are rather like dreams. And Kyoya Ootori. Trigger Warning: Abuse

This is my idea of what Crona's poem would have been.