Alrighty, this is my first drabble in the Challenge. I hope you guys like it. Elros's brother is an OC named Elvorn. He is a carpenter. I'll try to expand him in later stories:) Please read, enjoy, and review. Thank you!
It could have been either of us. Elros thought unbearably. Why hadn't it been them? Why hadn't it been him? Guilt gnawed at his mind. He and his brother were the only ones to have survived the attack. Everyone else had died. Images of their broken bodies crowded his thoughts. The sound of their screams threatened to overwhelm him. The smell of blood promised to never leave him. He wanted to curl into a ball and cry. He did. His wife and his son were dead. He replayed the ordeal over and over again in his mind searching for a way out. Surely he could have done something different. Something that would have changed the outcome.
His brother beside him was in the same state. His family had been murdered as well. Elros up-righted himself then moved to his brother's sobbing form. He couldn't have been there for his family; he had to be there for his brother. He wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulders trying to be as strong as he could. "Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath." He whispered; the words pierced his heart deeper than any sword. The two of them stayed that way till daybreak.
"Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath" is a Sindarin way of saying "May they rest in peace". It is most often said with one's hand to his heart.