12. The Tithe
Elrond led him down the path of Elvish mysteries; the exile's track holds him; the past and the future lay claim to him. A son should not be a stranger to his mother, yet mine is, my child who was taken from me.
Now in the gathering Dark, he stands silent before me; I try to shape my response to that old theft. With my words I offer up my son to fate, who has already taken him.
He whispers comfort; I cannot accept it. Not even the Dwarves can forge joy from despair.
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