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Day 132: Echoes
Aug. 26th, 2007 09:31 pmAnother drabble in my Elrond series, based around his first meeting with Elendil after the Faithful escaped the Downfall of Númenor and came to Middle-earth.
Day 132
as part of the Mighty among both Elves and Men series
Echoes
Long years had run their course since he met one of the Royal house of Númenor: the golden-haired son of Meneldur, who eagerly rode the waves even as Elrond's sire had done. Waiting for his guests to arrive, Elrond wondered what changes the passing of many lives of Men had wrought.
As the strangers approached, a tide of old grief swept over him. Like looking at a reflection in a wavering pool, his brother's features imperfectly greeted him.
Regaining his composure, he stepped forward to welcome to Imladris the new-minted king, this tall Man with dark hair and sea-grey eyes.
Day 132
as part of the Mighty among both Elves and Men seriesEchoes
Long years had run their course since he met one of the Royal house of Númenor: the golden-haired son of Meneldur, who eagerly rode the waves even as Elrond's sire had done. Waiting for his guests to arrive, Elrond wondered what changes the passing of many lives of Men had wrought.
As the strangers approached, a tide of old grief swept over him. Like looking at a reflection in a wavering pool, his brother's features imperfectly greeted him.
Regaining his composure, he stepped forward to welcome to Imladris the new-minted king, this tall Man with dark hair and sea-grey eyes.
