1. A Dubious Comfort - Minuial Nuwing
~Mithlond 32 II~
Elrond stared unseeing at the distant horizon.
In one sense or another, the sea had taken them all.
Eärendil, Elwing, Elros. Father, mother, brother. In his mind, Elrond saw still the gleam of unshed tears in the eyes of the new King of Men, saw the warring of sorrow and anticipation on his beloved brother's face as Elros embraced him for the last time, then turned and boarded the ship that would take him to his destiny. A destiny that would see them sundered until the world failed and time was remade.
A consoling hand came to rest on Elrond's shoulder, and he leaned back into his king's embrace. "She will not take me from you," Gil-galad promised, as though privy to his companion's thoughts. "I will not fall to the sea."
Elrond shivered, beset by a vision of hot wind and raging fire. "I know," he whispered.