Upon the Pebbled Shore: 1. Upon the Pebbled Shore

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1. Upon the Pebbled Shore

Fourth Age 125(Gondor reckoning) - The Shores of the Sea.

          A chill wind blew in from the sea that day, a wind of sorrow, a wind of change. In the bay there bobbed a ship, small and sleek, crafted of a wood unknown. On the pebbled shore there stood two figures, both clad in elven-grey, both mirror images of the other, with tear-glistening eyes. But both had told themselves 'a warrior does not weep', not knowing that the other did likewise, and yet, how could they not? They clasp each other's arms a final time, and gaze into each other's eyes. One shakes his head gently, raising his hand as if to touch his mirror's cheek, but lets it drop to his side. "There's nothing more I can do to persuade you, is there?"

"Nay," replies the other "my mind is set." Suddenly a gull cries out, startling them.

"You see, Elladan, to me the gull's call is nothing but the empty screeching of a seabird. I do not hear the music you hear; for me there is no call of the sea. I expect that is the cruelty of fate."

Elladan blinked back his tears "No more 'terrible twosome' then. Won't Glorfindel and Erestor be surprised? I dare say they used to beg the Valar to split us up." Elrohir smiled slightly, but tears were beginning to spill down his cheeks. "Adar will not be surprised; he must have foreseen this day," he whispered.

"It happened to him to, Ro; but there are many futures, none more certain than the next."

A moment they stood in silence, then suddenly Elrohir spoke " When we were younger, I sometimes hated being a twin: do you remember the time when I cut off my hair because Glorfindel mistook me for you? Whenever I went anywhere without you I was always asked, 'Where's your partner in crime?' I wanted to be me, not just 'one of the twins'."

" Oh, Elrohir" Elladan spoke softly "I never knew. Why did you never........" he trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly Elrohir felt a hand upon his shoulder, and he whirled around. It was Legolas, a solemn look upon his face. The look in his eyes was one that Elrohir recognised, but could not place, as if Legolas had looked straight into his soul, but hadn't judged him by what he found there, merely accepted.

"That look in your eyes Legolas, where...."

"An old friend." Legolas spoke before Elrohir had finished, smiling softly "Just an old friend. But," Legolas sighed gently, "the Sea cannot wait much longer; already the tide is pulling, and, yet, I would this moment have never come." He turned swiftly upon his heel and made as if to leave, but before he had taken two steps, he turned back and hugged Elrohir, whispering in his ear "Ná Elbereth veria le, ná elenath dín síla erin rád o chuil lín. Alas that our fates should be thus. Namárië." Then he was gone, like a breeze that merely tickles the smallest leaves, but the branches do not feel.   
 

     On the pebbled shore there stood two figures, both clad in elven grey, both mirror images of the other. "No fair words of parting can I conjure." Elladan spoke softly, sadness in his voice. "Is it not irony that I who had the greater gift with words have lost them, as I shall lose you?"     

     In the dying light there stood but one figure upon the shore, clad in elven grey. As he watched the sun sink he heard once more the call of the gulls, and for a moment he thought he heard in that cry music, and longing. But in his heart he knew it was not so and silently he turned and slipped into the trees, a shadow in the night.

      The pebbled shore stands empty in the moonlight, the stones an eerie elven grey, and the wind blows, a wind of silent sadness, a wind of bitter change, and the waves lap gently upon the pebbled shore.


Ná Elbereth veria le, ná elenath dín síla Erin rád o chuil lín- May Elbereth protect you, may her stars shine on the path of your life.


This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Peregrin Ionad

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Era: 4th Age

Genre: General

Rating: General

Last Updated: 03/21/08

Original Post: 05/22/07

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