#line of elros
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riding-with-the-wild-hunt · 2 months ago
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"But to Elros, who chose to be a king of Men, still a great span of years was allotted, many times that of the Men of Middle-earth; and all his line, the kings and lords of the royal house, had long life even according to the measure of the Númenóreans. But Elros lived five hundred years, and ruled the Númenóreans four hundred years and ten." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Akallabêth"
@halfelvenweek day 3 ⇢ heritage + númenoreans || THE LINE OF ELROS
[ID: four graphics in shades of brown and desaturated dark blue.
1: A large image of Cherokee Jack framed by a brown rectangle covers the left side of the graphic. He is an aniyunwiya model with light brown skin and long, straight, dark brown hair. He is shown in profile, facing left and looking slightly down. The right side of the graphic shows a diamond-shaped image of ocean surf and rocks, divided into four sections and framed in brown. Below that, white serif text reads "Elros, later called Tar-Minyatur, was the first and founding king of Númenor. Born of Elwing of the line of Lúthien and Eärendil the Blessed, he chose to be numbered among the Edain and led his people to the hallowed island of Elenna. Elros was long-lived, as were all of his House, and he ruled for many years in great splendour and wisdom. He was exceedingly devoted to his spouse Saelhenien and their children, as well as to his brother Elrond."
2: Same format as Image 1, but the sides are switched. The large image shows indian model Shonali Singh. She has brown skin and black hair tied back in a bun, and is looking to the side. The small image shows birds flying over the ocean, and the text below it reads "Saelhenien, a descendant of Bëor, was gentle and wise, though firm of will. As queen of Númenor, she took the name Tar-Maiwendë, but though Saelhenien occupied her role with grace, she knew herself to be at heart a man. Elros her husband encouraged Saelhenien to live as his true self, but Saelhenien feared civil unrest, and remained Tar-Maiwendë for the sake of practicality. To honor this sacrifice, Elros gave his spouse a new name in secret: Meldaro, he who is beloved."
3: The whole graphic is framed in brown, and contains two smaller rectangular images each with their own frame. The image on the right side shows Reef Titcomb, a young man with brown skin and dark curly hair, facing to the side with his eyes closed and head lifted. White text below the image reads "Vardamir Nólimon was the eldest child of Elros and Saelhenien, and first heir to the throne of Númenor. He preferred scholarship to politics, however, and largely deferred to his sister Tindómiel in matters of state." The second image shows Logan Alcosiba, a native hawaiian/filipino/mixed european model with freckled brown skin and straight dark hair. She is looking at the viewer intently, turned slightly to one side. Text below the image reads "While still young Tindómiel declared her affinity as a woman, to the great joy of her parents, especially Saelhenien. She proved an adept and clever diplomat, and helped to construct the earliest Númenorean courts of law." Between the two pictures is a small drawing of a white crown.
4: Same format as Image 3, but this time the first image shows Josh Armstrong, a young man with brown skin and dark brown curly hair tied back in a bun. He is wearing a white shirt and looking at the viewer with a thoughtful expression. Text below the image reads "Manwendil inherited Elros’s curiosity and Saelhenien’s gentle spirit. He was greatly pious and while still a youth dedicated himself to the service of Manwë; it was said that he learned to speak with birds, even as the Lord of Air." The second picture shows Mase Somanlall, a guyanese/canadian model with brown skin and wavy dark hair. He is leaning back with his arms folded behind his head, looking up at the viewer. Text reads "Atanalcar was the youngest child of Elros and Saelhenien, greatly beloved by his family and his people alike He was charming and had exceeding skill in the sporting arts, though he was most known as a runner and javelin-thrower." //End ID]
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nolofinweanweek · 1 year ago
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The Fourth Age signified the end of the Elven era in Middle-earth and the end of Tolkien's canon. What about your own ideas for this time frame? How does Gondor change under Aragorn and Arwen's rule? Who are their children? What kind of culture develops as the Elves leave Middle-earth? What about the Elves who return or are reborn in Valinor? Can they integrate easily into the place they once called home? Is Valinor even a physical place?
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thesummerestsolstice · 4 months ago
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When people say that Melian looks like an elf, they're mostly just being charitable. It's clear, of course, that she tried very hard to make herself a proper elvish form– pointed ears, long, graceful limbs, flowing hair. But it's just... a little off. Like an artist's stylization of an elf, rather than the actual thing. Her ears are too long, set at the wrong angle, and they often move as though they have a mind of their own. The way she moves is graceful, certainly, but it is the grace of the wind or the waves, not of an elf. And no one can ever render her hair right in pictures– it has a volume and shine to it that it really shouldn't.
It is these features which Melian passes, with very little contribution from Thingol, on to her daughter. Luthien is beautiful, yes, but no less strange than her mother. And so it goes with Dior, with Elwing, with Elros and Elrond– Melian's own attempts to feign at elvishness mark them all with eeriely similar faces and forms. It takes a couple dozen generation of Numenorian kings before her features really disappear from the line.
Elrond, in particular, is not sure how to feel about this. Particularly on the days he looks in the mirror and sees his mother, but can't see himself.
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eloquentsisyphianturmoil · 7 months ago
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Gandalf said ‘do not offer me that’, Galadriel said ‘I would be a queen, great and terrible,’ but Elrond said ‘get that the fuck away from me’ and this is nonsensical.
The other keepers of the elven rings were most challenged by the One, why not Elrond? Is his struggle merely hidden? Is it his Maia blood? Is it simply his mixed blood? Is that why Aragorn withstood, too?
Canonically the race of men are most easily corrupted, yet Elrond half-elven, who is almost 40% man, doesn’t notably bat an eyelash. Why?
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sesamenom · 6 months ago
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"Dads, I threw up"
inspired by this post by @thesummerestsolstice
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g00seg1raffe · 10 days ago
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So there was a post a while back about Ben Solo always being told "don't do (x), that's how uncle luke lost his hand" when he was a kid - and I raise you: Elrond and Elros being told "don't do (x), that's how Maedhros lost his hand"??
Like, at Amon Ereb when the twins were newly acquired and refusing to eat their vegetables and Maglor is Mag-mothering them until Erestor, feral half-sane clinically depressed anarchist Avari hostage/patient/infiltrator and Certified Little Shit, hits em with:
"I would listen to the Lord Maglor, winyamor, he well knows the dangers that come to young elflings who don't eat enough vegetables - after all, that's how his brother lost his hand."
Elrond looks conflicted. Elros squints suspiciously. "Truly?"
Erestor, practically comatose since the massacre but ultimately saved from Fading by the biological compulsion to fuck with you, lays a hand over his heart. "I would never lie about such a thing! Just what do you take me for? This is a true tale and a grave warning - the Lord Maedhros' hand was tragically lost in the days of his youth, whilst he was still growing as you are. He refused to eat his vegetables and so, cruelly deprived of the strength it needed to grow strong, his body started to fall apart! First his fingers, then his thumb, and then his palm and wrist - all turned blue and dropped off!"
"No!" Elrond gasps. Elros looks both terrified and impressed. Maglor's face is scrunched up into something that the twins probably interpret as pained - at reminder of the horrors of limbs falling off! - but is actually just him busting a rib trying not to laugh.
"Yes!" Erestor cries with relish. "And it never grew back. All because he didn't eat his vegetables. Isn't that right, Lord Maedhros?"
Maedhros, a looming terror at the head of the table, scarred and solemn and impenetrable as his fortresses, narrows his eyes consideringly at the unfolding shenanigans and the rascal behind it. His conclusion? Fuck it. He gives a slow, solemn nod. Completely deadpan and exaggeratedly formal, because it may have been centuries since he last had his brothers smothering laughter at political dinners but the Finwëan sense of humour, once caught, is not an ailment easily cured.
Maglor conceals his wheezes behind his goblet as Erestor nods sagely to the wide-eyed twins, who suddenly seem a sight more interested in their vegetables.
#it helps that maedhros also has a metric fuck ton of scars so he can make up so much shit#know how i lost my eye? didnt go to bed on time and it shrivelled up#why do i have to wear a shoulder brace sometimes? didn't practice my letters and the bones all fell apart#where'd my fingernails go? didnt wash my hands before eating and they ran away#why is my back all stripy with criss-cross lines? didnt use my cutlery and they attacked me#why are some of my teeth metal? cause i didnt clean em properly for two minutes with mint ointment and i accidentally ate them in my sleep#whys there grey bits in my hair? didnt bathe after running around in the woods and the cobwebs got stuck and never came out#what happened to my ears? ducked underneath a horse and it spooked and bit them off so never ever do that again elros its very dangerous ok#i dont care your ears are smaller because youre peredhel elros the horse will get you#whys my hair so short? didnt comb it so it was stolen by orcs now hand me the brush and get over here elrond your head's a birdnest#for all that the kid's questions sometimes make maedhros a lil uncomfortable its actually really healing for him#sure sauron whipped him until his spine broke but now he uses those marks to get his kids to eat with cutlery like civilised people#and he cut his hair in a depressive spiral after fingon died but his kids think it was so tangled the orcs stole it to make scruffy orc wig#and his shoulders fucked from hanging on thangondrim for decades but if you kids dont sit down and do your lessons then so help me -#his beloved fingon always kissed his scars when he was allowed but it was witty irreverent half insane erestor who helped him laugh at them#i kind of ship it in a 'secret third thing' kinda way u feel me? not sex not friends but they bring a lot out of eachother its weird#erestor#maedhros#kidnap fam#elrond and elros#maglor#there is a fic that goes with this who wants it
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arlenianchronicles · 2 years ago
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Thank you all so much for the kind words on my dark!Mae AU! Here’s another painting for it, this time featuring Elrond as he dances at Maedros’ dark fae court, similar to how Lúthien danced for Morgoth XDD In the same vein, Elrond (and Elros; he’s hanging around there somewhere) is trying to lull Maedros into a sense of security/ease.
I imagine Elrond’s dance is close to a ballet style, hence his pointe-like shoes. That said, I wanted to practice with perspective for this painting, and got some awesome feedback from the Artists of Arda discord chat, but ultimately set that version aside and went with this! I do feel that this version has a better composition story-wise: Maedros wants to keep Elrond close, and won’t let him dance too far away.
Also, while I was drawing Maedros’ guards, I realized that they kinda resemble my designs for Maglor and Celegorm ... Which led to the idea that Maedros subconsciously surrounds himself with people who look like his dead family :’’’’D Angst ahoy! loll
For this painting, I referenced the setting of the Swan Lake ballet, starring Natalia Osipova, specifically Odile’s Black Swan solo before the queen and her court. And the first version of this painting is under the cut, if you want to see:
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Help I hate drawing grids lmaooo
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lya-dustin · 1 month ago
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The Moon Lives in the Lining of Your Skin
Chapter 5
cw: paranoia, Silmaril's corrupting capabilities, some angst
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“The two of you grow like weeds, my loves.” Erinti etched their height on the door frame of their room.
They are five years old, very sharp and advanced for their age, but still innocent and helpless children.
If they had been normal elflings, they would be the equivalent of a one- or two-year-old human baby, but they are not and they look and act like twenty-year old elf children.
Erinti adores the boys and wonders if she had been as active and curious as they were for the first forty-four thousand years.
The wind has changed, it is an icy chill that settles in everyone’s bones.
The Fëanorians are restless, they have fought against the Oath, but they are losing the battle within themselves.
Celebrimbor has sequestered himself in a holding cell because the fire of Fëanor’s Oath is burning through his reason, or so Gil-Galad had written a week ago. Her betrothed’s letters kept asking her to leave with him to Balar, their engagement had lasted three years and now Erinti knew why courtships lasted roughly one year.
The Havens are preparing for war, but it won’t be enough.
Elwing should just hand over the cursed jewel and be done with it, but she has been tainted by it.
The Silmarils were evil, they had not been at their creation, but anything that touches Melkor becomes a curse.
A shame they refused to believe it.
Luthien and Beren had died the first time because of it, they had died a second time when it sapped the life out of them and made them sickly.
Dior had killed everyone and himself when he sacrificed Menegroth for it.
And now Elwing would do the same.
“We shall have to send another portrait of the three of you with Mistress Hawk so your Adar can recognize you.” Erinti tells the boys as she ruffled their dark hair and sent them back to their nurse when the Maia saw Elwing come stand in the doorway. “Now go with Sadriel while I talk with your naneth. I promise I won’t take too long.”
Their mother waits until they are out of earshot to speak.
“I received another letter, Athaenis, the things they say!” Elwing paces as Erinti reads the letter.
It is well written, but the threats and the madness spilling through the parchment makes it as terrifying as a sword at your throat.
“Have you told anyone else about this?” the maia asked her niece.
Elwing had a council, had it with Celeborn and Galadriel and all the others who survived the fall of all those great and safe elven kingdoms.
“I have, they are too divided to give me a straight answer.” The dark-haired elf woman answered.
Some said she should take the civilians to safety and give them the cursed jewel; others sided with Elwing and told her to keep it and fight them.
Erinti had tried to make her niece see sense, but she refused to part with it.
“I will die before I left this precious jewel fall into the hands of the enemy.” A darkness had swirled around her when she put on the blasted chain.
Because when she wears the Nauglamír, Elwing forgets she has people whose lives will be taken, forgets she is a mother even.
It’s her mortal blood, the Maia surmised.
Made her more susceptible to the jewel’s darkness.
Bad enough the jewel had turned Fëanor and his sons away from Ilúvatar’s light, no wonder Dior had grown arrogant like a stupid mortal man when he refused to hand it over and wash his hands of it.
Now his daughter was following his example.
There will be so much death here and those children will always remember that Elwing chose the jewel over her people, just like her father before her.
“Have you asked Gil-galad and Cirdan for help?” Erinti asked her, hoping Nowë and her beloved Rodnor could speak sense into her niece or provide some protection to the people.
“They will say the same as my false friends or worse. They are coming by the end of this week with a levee of soldiers to add to mine, Cirdan implied in his letters he could take the children away like they did with me. Gil-Galad comes with every intention of letting the world know the Noldor under him are against the Sons of Fëanor.”
And no sign or letter from Eärendil.
Mandos was calling, every day Erinti woke up praying his servants did not come to fetch them all this day.
“If you wish to leave with them, I will not stop you, aunt. I know you yearn for Ereinion as much as I yearn for my husband.” Elwing is torn between wanting to keep her aunt for herself and letting her be with the soulmate the All Father has given her.
And the maia does wish to leave, to wed her beloved Rodnor and wake up every morning with him beside her instead sneaking into his rooms whenever he visits here.
But she cannot leave Elwing and her children.
“I will stay with you until your husband returns, Rodnor knows that, and he understands, my little El.”
Not when Elwing has so little time left.
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Her feä sings when they are together, a heat rushes through her veins and Erinti feels like they are floating on air every second of it.
They hate all this pretending they are not starving for each other’s presence just for the sake of ceremony. To stand there wishing she could run to him the second the outriders come to announce him near the castle.
“I have a gift for you, meleth nin.” He is panting and out of breath, just as she is as he pulls away from her and reaches out to something he hid in his cloak.
They come here often, to the same part of the garden they swore themselves to each other in courtship. She likes being here more than in his chambers, even if the bed feels divine when they flirt with danger and see how far they can get without wedding each other.
But she is a spirit of the earth and the life that grows from it, and when they wed, Erinti wants to wed her husband in her element and have her master, Yavanna, bless them with children.
“Really, and here I thought you had forgotten to bring me something this time.” The maia sits up and looks at the ring box in his hand.
Does he mean to wed her tonight?
They are not wholly opposed to the idea, she loves Rodnor and cannot bear this horrid separation, but he had said he wishes to wed her and crown her his consort properly.
Can’t be that.
“That night three years ago you said we had no rings to do things properly, I wish to remedy that, Lóteriel.” The ring is silver, as it is by tradition, and made to look like leaves and vines dotted with little flowers all around it.
Twelve flowers to match his twelve stars.
“I only wish I could have had a ring for you, my love.” It is exquisite and it pains her that she has no such ring for him, even if they were to go to the smiths tonight it would not be ready before this visit is over.
“I will visit again soon, before this year ends and give it to me then, for then, I will take you home with me, as my betrothed and future wife.” He slides the ring on her finger and pressed her hand to his heart.
“And you shall, Rodnor Gil-Galad.” She said as they sealed their promise of forever with a kiss.
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edennill · 9 months ago
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I actually think Mandos divides the line of Elros into those belonging to the Line of Lúthien and those of the House of Finwë for his own use. "Line of Lúthien" being the civil, non-trouble-causing ones (even though Lúthien herself caused up quite a stir), say Elros himself, and "House of Finwë" signifying the very trying ones (not even necessarily the very, very worst ones - but, for example, your run-of-the-mill colonialist overlord who hasn't been told "no" since that one (subsequently discharged) nanny when he was three and thinks he can shout the Lord of Mandos into granting his requests) (not much unlike Fëanor actually).
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shrikeseams · 2 years ago
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Once again considering the au where Miriel darts out of Mandos the instant Finwe bites it, and appears unheralded in Tirion like Eru swung a metaphorical two-by-four at the back of Feanor's head right before he's about to proclaim the Oath.
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isilwhore · 2 years ago
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I’m not going to get nitpicky about Númenóreans with beards, but the choice to give Elros one is so funny to me.
He’s just like: “This is who I am, Elrond. I’m a man now. I have a beard 🤷‍♂️
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mossy-thing · 1 year ago
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10 first lines
I wasn't really tagged for this, but I am absolutely bored out of my mind right now because of The SicknessTM, so here we go. Only 9 of these are actually published, but since I don't even want to think about anything I have written outside of this fandom, I am not going to tag them either.
So you get one extra line from a wip.
Rules: Put the first sentence from whatever fic you want in the post. Can also be the first two, or three, if you'd like. Link the fic. It doesn't have to be 10 first lines, it's just a pretty number. You can do 11 too. That's an even prettier number.
The words are written in your blood (and it's gone, gone, gone) : There is a hand on his right arm when Maedhros pushes himself up from a place in the grass he is sure he has not been lying a few minutes ago.
Winter: The Man was sleeping.
You gave me water: The wind is cold as the sun disappears behind the waves, and Galadriel hugs herself tighter.
Starlight: It was not dark.
Let me take you home: Beleg kept his distance as he led Tyelpe back to his chamber.
Blood runs thicker than water (but both feel the same when your eyes are closed): Sometimes he wades out into the river and lets it flow around his chest.
Faint Music: Sam slowly crept around the corner, careful as he did so, and his heart seemed to thunder louder in his ears than the sounds the old Mister Bilbo had described the stone giants make in their battle, though hearing those tales lay a long time back, and the little boy that had clung to the old man's words (though he had never seemed old, not to Sam, at least) and the events Bilbo had spoken of laid even farther in the past.
Red paint: Findekáno is bleeding.
In Vain: The howl that echoed from outside the cave they had found, and Finrod could not tell whether it was a few paces from the entrance or halfway across the arena, was enough to jerk Beren from his sleep, and the only thing that worried Finrod more than the boy tearing open the haphazard stitches on his hip was that the howls seemed neither human nor beastlike.
And why it was Tomorrow came (and with his grey hand led us back): Elrond had never stood on the beach he woke up on, though he recognized it instantly.
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tarninausta · 2 years ago
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aotearoa20 · 3 months ago
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Lotta fics with little elrond and elros tend to have Elros being more drawn to fighting and Elrond to healing, which is all well and good
But I propose to you an Elros who was the first to lean towards healing and medcines. 'The hands of the king are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known' is Aragorns sign, and he is from Elros' line.
For sure both of them have that association and Elrond choosing Immortality means he likely surpassed Elros in terms of skill just for fact of living longer but Elrond was Gilgalad's Herald and Bannerman, in my mind he began as the fighter and Elros began as the healer
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warrioreowynofrohan · 2 months ago
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While I do like the complicated relationships between Elrond, Elros, Maglor and Maedhros, it frustrates me when all of Elrond and Elros’ character traits and skills are attributed to the Fëanoreans.
Elrond is mentioned in History of Middle-earth as ‘herald and minstrel of Gil-galad’, and is also a skilled healer. He’s the descendent of Lúthien, also an exceptionally skilled singer and healer. So why does fic and meta continuously associate this only with Maglor, who does not demonstrate healing abilities at any point?
Elros canonically has Thingol’s sword Aranrúth, but this gets less recognition than complete headcanons about him inheriting a sword (sometimes Narsil) from Maedhros.
Elrond and Elros both have associations with water (Elrond via his ability to affect the waters of the Bruinen, Elros as the founder of a seafaring kingdom). They are the descendants of freaking Eärendil. This seems more relevant than their connection to Maglor (whose association with the sea via beach-lamenting comes after he has parted from them).
Turgon temporarily fosters human children; one of them has a son who marries Turgon’s daughter. (Thingol also fosters a human, less successfully.) Elrond, Turgon’s great-grandson, fosters successive generations of Dúnedain, one of whom marries his daughter.
The people of Gondolin spoke Quenya (in their own dialect), I think.
Númenor had millennia of close contact with the Valinorean Noldor, who spoke Quenya.
Elros and his line for seven thousand years inherit the Ring of Barahir.
Let these guys have their heritage! Not everything about them is about Maedhros and Maglor!
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butadailovehim · 4 months ago
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sometimes i imagine young elrond (relatively young, you know for elves) grieving the loss of his brother, trying to respect his decision to die a mortal death, really respecting his decision, but still feeling sour about it from time to time when everything becomes too much, sorta thinking you left me alone, why did you leave me alone and celebrian, galadriel, everybody around him is saying something along the lines everything happens for a reason and sure, elros becoming the first great king of numenor should be enough reason and elrond understands that? but it still makes his heart ache, but he lives on, he keeps an eye on his brother's line, protects the middle earth where it counts, and that's how it goes for a couple hundred years
and then there comes a human woman with a little boy, and sure there were many before. he kept an eye on his brother's descendants before, but this one is so small and his little feet take him all around rivendell where he somehow always manages to find trouble, and his eyes are the shade achingly similar to his brothers, and sometimes he calls him ada because he learned it from his other kids
and one day he's reading little estel a story (maybe a legend of an old king who rose to greatness before he faded away) and he looks at the child snoring away on his chest, a child that wouldnt be here had elros made a different choice
and he thinks. oh. that was the reason.
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