Tag: elrond

squirrelwrangler:

The second sentence from the herald of the fleet that comes unexpectedly out of the West, shining in armor crafted by hands of Power, voice stern and grave, is “Are there any tidings of the sons of Lady Elwing?” The grim Teleri captain standing on the small boat that carried over the herald is unarmed, but the dark promise of vengeance if the wrong answer is given is clear. 

Círdan is relieved when Elros and Elrond stick their heads out from behind Gil-galad, exclaiming in excited, half-wondrous voices, “Mama! Mama really is alive?”

The golden-haired herald smiles.

thelioninmybed:

Another day of aimless wandering. Another dismal night spent under canvas.

Every evening, once the tents were pitched and dinner eaten, Maglor would come and sing them a lullaby to make them sleep. To ensure they got enough rest, he said, for they were growing children. To keep them from waking the whole camp with their nightmares, said Elrond to Elros. To keep them from running, said Elros back.

They wished he wouldn’t but they knew what they were to him even if he liked to pretend otherwise.

“Call me Maglor,” he had told them, on the second day, once he had changed out of his bloody armour and the twins had stopped screaming and sobbing long enough that he could get a word in edgewise. “Or Father. And this is your Uncle Maedhros.” Uncle Maedhros, still dressed in gore-crusted mail, had snorted.

They did not call him Father because he was not their father and because Elrond thought it hurt him that they didn’t, just a little. Maglor they called Maglor and Maedhros they did not address at all, any more than he addressed them. He at least did not pretend and Elros said he liked him better for it. Elrond thought that monsters were monsters no matter the masks they wore.

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laurelsblue:

The logistics of the War of Wrath are pretty interesting if you think about them. I was wondering about what exactly the Teleri were doing for those fifty years besides being very bored when I remembered all those refugees on Balar. I’m not sure if Tolkien states exactly how fast Beleriand sunk but I think it was a gradual process throughout the war rather than all at once at the end. So you’ve got a slowly disappearing island and a lot of people who need somewhere to go but the mainland isn’t a safe place and the Teleri have a lot of room on their ships…

Basically, imagine the Teleri and Edain refugees. Generations of them, living and dying on their ships. Water burial becoming a custom because what else can you do. Tiny grubby kids who love the elves and are loved by them despite both thinking they look kind of strange. Elves visiting Numenor and finding descendants of that kid who wouldn’t get out of the crow’s nest (it was one time, please stop telling that story, Lady Earwen).

Followup thought: if the people on Balar moved onto the Teleri’s ships, that means Earwen probably would have met Elrond and Elros.

Imagine her telling them about Elwing and giving them the letter she wrote after the Valar’s wording of the choice gave her hope of their survival. Getting back to Valinor and showing Elwing portraits of them as adults and their reply.