Words: Pity, ingloriously, sweet, column
The word felt unusual, foreign on his tongue. He did not remember, did not recognise the person standing in front of him. After so many millennia of not knowing him, it was like meeting a stranger. Every night Elrond had looked into the sky, stared at the brightest star there and wondered what his father was like. And now that he was finally meeting him again, he did not know what to think.
Had Ëarendil seen from the sky his two sons, staring forlornly at the sea every day, waiting for any news of their parents?
Had he ever regretted leaving his sons behind?
For many years, despite having no recollection of his parents, Elrond had been bitter. But now, having left his own children behind, he realised how difficult a decision his father would have had to make. He had said his final farewell to his daughter, and had no idea when, or even if, his sons would sail into the west.
After all the choices he’d had to make over the years, he knew only too well that sometimes the best way was also the one that caused the most pain.
He was ready to finally forgive.
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