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Chapter one

The small dark haired child fiddled with the dagger in front of him, his fingers ran over the name engraved upon the blade. Celeglin. His name. But in his heart he knew that the dagger had not been made specifically for him, there had been a Celeglin before him. He looked at his carer who was bent carefully over her needlework. "Tathariell" she looked towards him with a smile

"What troubles you little one?" she asked gently.

"Who was the other Celeglin?" Tathariell was shocked at the sincerity in the child's voice and floundered desperately for an answer. She had not expected that question so soon, finding no escape from the situation all she could do was to speak the truth. It could not be avoided forever.

"He was your father."

Celeglin tightened his grip upon the dagger handle; he had a connection now, a connection to one of his parents. Yet still there was emptiness...nothing more than a cold length of metal to relate to.

"What happened to him?" the next question was fired out, the young voice still calmly serious. Tathariell knew that she alone could not tell that tale:

"We should wait for your uncle to return before you are told" she muttered trying not to upset the child. Celeglin accepted her words in a cold silence, to Tathariell's relief her daughter entered the room and broke the awkward situation.

"Ah, Tinwë!" Tathariell looked briefly to the silent Celeglin then back at her daughter "You two should go out and enjoy the sunshine! Such a fine day should not be wasted!" there was no real response from Celeglin and Tathariell bit her lip worriedly. Tinwë understood something was amiss and was as enthusiastic as possible.

"I am sure you have learnt some new skills with your dagger you can show me?" she asked Celeglin brightly, and at last he jumped up from where he was sat and moved towards the door. Tathariell smiled her thanks to her daughter and felt a small gush of pride seeing how mature her daughter was becoming.

Picking up her embroidery again, Tathariell moved to sit at the large window so she could keep an eye on the children. Sighing, she contemplated the past years; Celeglin had grown steadily and his mind was fully developed...it had been hoping for too much that he would ignore the issue of his absent parents for longer. Her own family had been grieved for a long time at the deaths of their close relatives. Tinwë who was fast becoming a young Lady had been so much of a help in the caring for Celeglin; it had given Tathariell time to try and console her husband and pick up the threads of life their family once had.

There was a light kiss upon her cheek and in her thought she had not heard her husband enter the room. He nodded in the direction of the two children outside "It is good to see them enjoying themselves again,"

"But not for long," Tathariell said darkly, and her husband gave her a questioning look. "He asked today."

"How much did you tell him?" Celebros asked heavily as he sunk down onto the seat next to her

"Only that Celeglin was also his father's name, I wanted you to be there too when we he heard the whole tale." Nodding, Celebros stood up and called out of the window

"Celeglin!" the young elf turned around and saw his uncle beckoning him back to the room. Now he would know where his parents were, what happened to them; running as fast as he could he made his way back to the rooms.