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off of this
Summary: Elrond, Elros, Elwing before and during the Sack of Sirion
Author's Note: I had this idea for quite a while (several months) and decided to write it just for the sake of writing (and I was bored). The relationship between Elrond's family was extremely interesting to me, another thing that was somewhat interesting was that Elrond's family is always attacked by romantic tragedies...oh well
Edited (rewritten) version. This takes place Before the Sack of Sirion.
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Torn Apart
Chapter I-Worries
Elwing walked along the seashore gazing west across the horizon, towards the Sea and towards Aman. Her thoughts rested upon many things, her husband, Earendil, not least of them. Her husband was out at Sea, on one of his voyages, and far from home, far from her and her two sons. Her gaze fell on her young twin children, Elrond and Elros. She loved them dearly and she could not fathom upon what would happen to her sanity and mental state of mind should they ever be taken from her. When Earendil had left for his voyages they were all she had except for the Silmaril. The Silmaril, the beloved and cursed jewel that caused the death of her parents, twin brothers and her people, and yet held amazing beauty, looking innocent but the direct cause of so many deaths, of the shed blood, of pain and of joy. It was beautiful and terrible, radiant and dreadful, light and shadow.
The same jewel that held the combined light of the blessed Two Trees and the same jewel that had destroyed many Elven villages, towns and cities, and she knew that the remaining Sons of Feanor would come and destroy the Elves of the Haven at the Mouths of Sirion if she did not surrender the Silmaril in her care.
She could not surrender the Silmaril in her care, she truly believed that it kept her people together and she could not fail them. Her parents had died for the Silmaril and she would too, if it comes to that. Luthien and Beren, her grandparents had went through so much to gain the Jewel from Morgoth's crown. All of the blood that had been shed was not so that it could be surrendered so easily, it was shed so the Silmaril would be defended. Defended. But was the Silmaril defended? It was the cause to the Fall of the Noldor, and it was a start to all of the pain she and her family had endured. The Silmaril was defended and watched upon, but it still, had destroyed so much.
She thought of all that the Silmarils had destroyed. She thought of all the lives lost for the sake of the Silmarils. Many died to the defense or for the taking of them, and yet even more died for no true reason. Men, women and children were killed, whole villages and Elven cities had burned to the ground, and majestic kingdoms fell and all for the sake of a jewel. So many innocent lives were lost, and so many innocent souls were changed. She wondered at and hated the fire that had driven Feanor and his sons to do such a thing.
Friends became enemies, because of what their leaders say or of arguments about what should be done, but worst of all they were forced to fight each other. The friendship between the Elves and Dwarves had ended because of the Silmaril. Peace was a dream to many, and a dream that was destroyed.
Families were torn apart if not wholly destroyed due to the defense of their homes, families and loved ones. Separation, families were separated for long periods of time not knowing whether they will see each other again. Not knowing of the other's fate. Knowing but not understanding the need of the fire and beauty of it. She remembered losing her family and watching her home burn, the pain she had felt was indescribable. Watching the home she knew from a distance, hearing the roar of fire and the screams of her people from a distance, and sensing the pain and suffering and death from a distance. She felt the pain of her people, not just the physical pain, for that was in but a moment, but the pain that comes from the heart and soul. The pain that their Lord could not protect them, so that they were left to burn, the pain that all that they trusted was a lie, the pain of betrayal. No words could describe her broken heart or the mental torment she went through. The suffering in itself was something that she could not understand. Just the memory of it brought tears to her eyes.
She still remembered her father giving her a last hug and kiss goodbye, she remembered her mother on that fateful day, Nimloth had been silent, but the emotion was in her eyes, the pain and knowledge pain that she would lose her family, but the knowledge that they would reunite in Mandos' Halls. But Elwing had survived, for some peculiar fate she had survived whereas her whole family had perished. Having lost her parents and brothers to the Sons of Feanor she vowed that she would not surrender the Silmaril. How could she? Many went through much so the Sons of Feanor would not gain the Jewel. Truth be told she did not think that she could surrender it even if she desired to. The Silmaril was tearing at her heart, her soul, her spirit and her as a complete living whole. But was she complete, or was she still being crafted upon?
A tear rolled down her cheek and she lifted her hand to brush it away, and that was when she noticed two pairs of small gray Elven eyes staring at her intently.
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Elrond looked at his mother and noticed that she seemed upset about something. He hoped it did not involve him or Elros since he didn't recall doing anything that would upset his mother that day. It probably wasn't Elros either due to the fact that all the trouble that they caused was done or planned together. No, she was troubled about something else. Now that Elrond thought about it his mother had been upset for a while. He tried to think back to when his mother had been first upset.
After thinking for a while he found that his mother was a bit upset when a messenger had come to their house. His mother had went in another room and talked to the messenger for a while, leaving him and Elros in their rooms. When they next saw their mother she had seemed troubled, upset. The twin brothers didn't pay much attention to these things, but maybe they should.
Elrond turned to find his younger brother standing right next to him.
"What do you think she's thinking of, Elrond?"
"I do not know."
"She has not even noticed that it is time to go home," Elros looked west and so did Elrond.
"We should tell her," Elrond was going to go to his mother when he noticed that there were tears in her eyes.
Elrond just stared at his mother and noticed that his brother was doing the same.
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Elwing noticed that both of her six-year-old sons were staring at her. She looked at them, and noticed how beautiful her children were. They had slightly rounded faces, probably coming from both her and Earendil's mortal side, and if one looked closely enough a special light could be found in their eyes, only noticeable because of their black hair. Which magnified the light, the light in which Elwing suspected was similar of the light of Luthien, their ancestor through her. Hoping that they weren't worried about her she smiled and walked over to them.
"It is time to go home," Elros told her as she neared them.
Nodding Elwing took her sons' hands and they walked back to their home. Elwing and her sons lived near a cliff, their home rested next to the seashore and was a short walk away from the town.
As the family was eating their evening meal there was a knocking upon the door. Rising from her seat Elwing went to answer. Opening the door she found a messenger in the garb of the Sons of Feanor's armies.
The messenger gave a small bow, "Lady Elwing, I bring a message from the Sons of Feanor: the Lords Maedhros, Maglor, Amrod and Amras."
She stepped outside, "and what do the Sons of Feanor want?" Elwing asked already knowing the answer.
"They request that you return the Silmaril to them, the Jewel's respective and rightful owners," was the swift reply.
"How long do I have to answer them?"
"Not long, Lady."
"When will the next messenger come?" Elwing asked afraid of the answer.
"I am not sure if there will be another messenger, time runs short, and time is something that which you have not. This message is reported short and if there is nothing else I bid thee a good day Lady."
She did not reply, the messenger bowed and left. Watching him leave, Elwing reentered her home, weighing his words.
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Elrond and Elros waited a bit impatiently for their mother to return to them.
"Where is she?" Elros asked being the less patient of the two.
"She went to answer the door," Elrond answered.
"I know that," the younger twin said in some frustration.
"Is patience not a virtue?" Elrond asked, from thereafter he remained silent and so Elros followed.
When their mother finally entered the room again the twins looked at her in unison.
"You two get ready for bed and I'll sing you song," Elwing said hoping that she did not sound worried.
The two peredhil climbed down their chairs and headed for their room. Cleaning up the table Elwing thought about what the messenger had said 'Not long' 'I am not sure if there will be another messenger.' Those words worried her, the messenger had made it clear that the Sons of Feanor would be coming for the Silmaril soon. She decided that she would go into town and talk to one of her friends and advisors, Maerant.
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Maerant- Sharp Course (I think)
I'm not sure if Elrond and Elros are twins, but it makes sense if they are. It seems as if Elrond's family has a lot of twins: Elurid and Elurin, Elrond and Elros, Elladan and Elrohir (and they all begin with El) so it makes sense.
Elwing might have servants/handmaidens but I didn't put them in here (for what reason I don't know)
Short, I know. The next chapter is a bit longer. The childhood life of Elrond and Elros was always a bit interesting to me so I decided to write this. I am sorry if I abused any of Tolkien's characters and I was told that the brothers were about 6 years of age at this time or somewhere around that age. I do know this type of fic has been done before. I apologize for any problems. This is the second edit, and I might edit it several more times if I think it too bad.
Please review, constructive criticism is welcome (actually it's wanted)
Summary: Elrond, Elros, Elwing before and during the Sack of Sirion
Author's Note: I had this idea for quite a while (several months) and decided to write it just for the sake of writing (and I was bored). The relationship between Elrond's family was extremely interesting to me, another thing that was somewhat interesting was that Elrond's family is always attacked by romantic tragedies...oh well
Edited (rewritten) version. This takes place Before the Sack of Sirion.
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Torn Apart
Chapter I-Worries
Elwing walked along the seashore gazing west across the horizon, towards the Sea and towards Aman. Her thoughts rested upon many things, her husband, Earendil, not least of them. Her husband was out at Sea, on one of his voyages, and far from home, far from her and her two sons. Her gaze fell on her young twin children, Elrond and Elros. She loved them dearly and she could not fathom upon what would happen to her sanity and mental state of mind should they ever be taken from her. When Earendil had left for his voyages they were all she had except for the Silmaril. The Silmaril, the beloved and cursed jewel that caused the death of her parents, twin brothers and her people, and yet held amazing beauty, looking innocent but the direct cause of so many deaths, of the shed blood, of pain and of joy. It was beautiful and terrible, radiant and dreadful, light and shadow.
The same jewel that held the combined light of the blessed Two Trees and the same jewel that had destroyed many Elven villages, towns and cities, and she knew that the remaining Sons of Feanor would come and destroy the Elves of the Haven at the Mouths of Sirion if she did not surrender the Silmaril in her care.
She could not surrender the Silmaril in her care, she truly believed that it kept her people together and she could not fail them. Her parents had died for the Silmaril and she would too, if it comes to that. Luthien and Beren, her grandparents had went through so much to gain the Jewel from Morgoth's crown. All of the blood that had been shed was not so that it could be surrendered so easily, it was shed so the Silmaril would be defended. Defended. But was the Silmaril defended? It was the cause to the Fall of the Noldor, and it was a start to all of the pain she and her family had endured. The Silmaril was defended and watched upon, but it still, had destroyed so much.
She thought of all that the Silmarils had destroyed. She thought of all the lives lost for the sake of the Silmarils. Many died to the defense or for the taking of them, and yet even more died for no true reason. Men, women and children were killed, whole villages and Elven cities had burned to the ground, and majestic kingdoms fell and all for the sake of a jewel. So many innocent lives were lost, and so many innocent souls were changed. She wondered at and hated the fire that had driven Feanor and his sons to do such a thing.
Friends became enemies, because of what their leaders say or of arguments about what should be done, but worst of all they were forced to fight each other. The friendship between the Elves and Dwarves had ended because of the Silmaril. Peace was a dream to many, and a dream that was destroyed.
Families were torn apart if not wholly destroyed due to the defense of their homes, families and loved ones. Separation, families were separated for long periods of time not knowing whether they will see each other again. Not knowing of the other's fate. Knowing but not understanding the need of the fire and beauty of it. She remembered losing her family and watching her home burn, the pain she had felt was indescribable. Watching the home she knew from a distance, hearing the roar of fire and the screams of her people from a distance, and sensing the pain and suffering and death from a distance. She felt the pain of her people, not just the physical pain, for that was in but a moment, but the pain that comes from the heart and soul. The pain that their Lord could not protect them, so that they were left to burn, the pain that all that they trusted was a lie, the pain of betrayal. No words could describe her broken heart or the mental torment she went through. The suffering in itself was something that she could not understand. Just the memory of it brought tears to her eyes.
She still remembered her father giving her a last hug and kiss goodbye, she remembered her mother on that fateful day, Nimloth had been silent, but the emotion was in her eyes, the pain and knowledge pain that she would lose her family, but the knowledge that they would reunite in Mandos' Halls. But Elwing had survived, for some peculiar fate she had survived whereas her whole family had perished. Having lost her parents and brothers to the Sons of Feanor she vowed that she would not surrender the Silmaril. How could she? Many went through much so the Sons of Feanor would not gain the Jewel. Truth be told she did not think that she could surrender it even if she desired to. The Silmaril was tearing at her heart, her soul, her spirit and her as a complete living whole. But was she complete, or was she still being crafted upon?
A tear rolled down her cheek and she lifted her hand to brush it away, and that was when she noticed two pairs of small gray Elven eyes staring at her intently.
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Elrond looked at his mother and noticed that she seemed upset about something. He hoped it did not involve him or Elros since he didn't recall doing anything that would upset his mother that day. It probably wasn't Elros either due to the fact that all the trouble that they caused was done or planned together. No, she was troubled about something else. Now that Elrond thought about it his mother had been upset for a while. He tried to think back to when his mother had been first upset.
After thinking for a while he found that his mother was a bit upset when a messenger had come to their house. His mother had went in another room and talked to the messenger for a while, leaving him and Elros in their rooms. When they next saw their mother she had seemed troubled, upset. The twin brothers didn't pay much attention to these things, but maybe they should.
Elrond turned to find his younger brother standing right next to him.
"What do you think she's thinking of, Elrond?"
"I do not know."
"She has not even noticed that it is time to go home," Elros looked west and so did Elrond.
"We should tell her," Elrond was going to go to his mother when he noticed that there were tears in her eyes.
Elrond just stared at his mother and noticed that his brother was doing the same.
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Elwing noticed that both of her six-year-old sons were staring at her. She looked at them, and noticed how beautiful her children were. They had slightly rounded faces, probably coming from both her and Earendil's mortal side, and if one looked closely enough a special light could be found in their eyes, only noticeable because of their black hair. Which magnified the light, the light in which Elwing suspected was similar of the light of Luthien, their ancestor through her. Hoping that they weren't worried about her she smiled and walked over to them.
"It is time to go home," Elros told her as she neared them.
Nodding Elwing took her sons' hands and they walked back to their home. Elwing and her sons lived near a cliff, their home rested next to the seashore and was a short walk away from the town.
As the family was eating their evening meal there was a knocking upon the door. Rising from her seat Elwing went to answer. Opening the door she found a messenger in the garb of the Sons of Feanor's armies.
The messenger gave a small bow, "Lady Elwing, I bring a message from the Sons of Feanor: the Lords Maedhros, Maglor, Amrod and Amras."
She stepped outside, "and what do the Sons of Feanor want?" Elwing asked already knowing the answer.
"They request that you return the Silmaril to them, the Jewel's respective and rightful owners," was the swift reply.
"How long do I have to answer them?"
"Not long, Lady."
"When will the next messenger come?" Elwing asked afraid of the answer.
"I am not sure if there will be another messenger, time runs short, and time is something that which you have not. This message is reported short and if there is nothing else I bid thee a good day Lady."
She did not reply, the messenger bowed and left. Watching him leave, Elwing reentered her home, weighing his words.
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Elrond and Elros waited a bit impatiently for their mother to return to them.
"Where is she?" Elros asked being the less patient of the two.
"She went to answer the door," Elrond answered.
"I know that," the younger twin said in some frustration.
"Is patience not a virtue?" Elrond asked, from thereafter he remained silent and so Elros followed.
When their mother finally entered the room again the twins looked at her in unison.
"You two get ready for bed and I'll sing you song," Elwing said hoping that she did not sound worried.
The two peredhil climbed down their chairs and headed for their room. Cleaning up the table Elwing thought about what the messenger had said 'Not long' 'I am not sure if there will be another messenger.' Those words worried her, the messenger had made it clear that the Sons of Feanor would be coming for the Silmaril soon. She decided that she would go into town and talk to one of her friends and advisors, Maerant.
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Maerant- Sharp Course (I think)
I'm not sure if Elrond and Elros are twins, but it makes sense if they are. It seems as if Elrond's family has a lot of twins: Elurid and Elurin, Elrond and Elros, Elladan and Elrohir (and they all begin with El) so it makes sense.
Elwing might have servants/handmaidens but I didn't put them in here (for what reason I don't know)
Short, I know. The next chapter is a bit longer. The childhood life of Elrond and Elros was always a bit interesting to me so I decided to write this. I am sorry if I abused any of Tolkien's characters and I was told that the brothers were about 6 years of age at this time or somewhere around that age. I do know this type of fic has been done before. I apologize for any problems. This is the second edit, and I might edit it several more times if I think it too bad.
Please review, constructive criticism is welcome (actually it's wanted)