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Beta: Half Elf Lost

11: a memory cherished

December 11th

Elros walked through the quiet, cold halls of his home. His wife was sleeping in their bed, and their children tossed restlessly in anticipation of the Yule celebration in a few short hours. It was not excitement that had woken the King, had driven him from the warmth of his bed, but memory.

As he walked, he remembered a winter when his father had come home unexpectedly, surprising them all with gifts and his presence. It had been under the stars that they had all climbed upon a sleigh lined with fresh hay, everyone bundled warmly, and sang songs of the season while the horse's gait kept time. He had been cuddled close to Elrond, and both of them were sandwiched between Eärendil and Elwing.

He had never felt so loved, so happy, before or since that glorious evening. On these chilly nights, when the distance between he and Elrond seemed the greatest, he clung to the memory of his twin's bubbling laughter as their father created some new, funny lyric to a song they all enjoyed. He clung to the sparkle in his mother's eyes as she watched her husband and sons laugh and play in the itchy hay. He clung to the scent of his father that night, a scent of salt and brine.

Elros had few memories of his mother and father, but the ones he did have, he held onto with a grip of iron. He gazed out a window, overlooking the sea, and it was not the first time he had done so with the hopes of seeing his father's ship, of hoping that his family would return to him.

High up in his tower, Elros continued to remember, continued to look for that long-lost ship.


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 11: a memory cherished December 11th Elros walked through the quiet, cold halls of his home. His wife was sleeping in their bed, and their children tossed restlessly in anticipation of the Yule celebration in a few short hours. It was not excitement that had woken the King, had driven him from the warmth of his bed, but memory. As he walked, he remembered a winter when his father had come home unexpectedly, surprising them all with gifts and his presence. It had been under the stars that they had all climbed upon a sleigh lined with fresh hay, everyone bundled warmly, and sang songs of the season while the horse's gait kept time. He had been cuddled close to Elrond, and both of them were sandwiched between Eärendil and Elwing. He had never felt so loved, so happy, before or since that glorious evening. On these chilly nights, when the distance between he and Elrond seemed the greatest, he clung to the memory of his twin's bubbling laughter as their father created some new, funny lyric to a song they all enjoyed. He clung to the sparkle in his mother's eyes as she watched her husband and sons laugh and play in the itchy hay. He clung to the scent of his father that night, a scent of salt and brine. Elros had few memories of his mother and father, but the ones he did have, he held onto with a grip of iron. He gazed out a window, overlooking the sea, and it was not the first time he had done so with the hopes of seeing his father's ship, of hoping that his family would return to him. High up in his tower, Elros continued to remember, continued to look for that long-lost ship.