Drops in the Ocean, 100 random ramblings in Middle Earth

by EluredandElurin

100 Lord of the Rings drabbles from prompts, with some material from Tolkien's other works. I'll do the prompts in order, as given, though I might not update frequently. Random characters will be used to fit the prompts as I see fit. Disclaimer: I don't own anything Tolkien, else I'd probably be some old dude named Christopher

14. Finally

As painful years passed without his twin, Eluréd noticed Makalaurë's music grow more sad and tired, even through a dazed disbelief.

"What troubles you, Uncle?" Eluréd sat easily at his foster father's feet. He smiled slightly, a painful expression.

"Everyday, I see two little boys left for dead in the forest, begging my brother's followers to please help them even as I listened. For a second time, young one, I have failed you."

Eluréd felt his heart lurch as he made the connections. But what did he care if this elf had been evil? He had been kind to the twins, even at the farthest, most deserted part of Middle earth. "Then you are him, Maglor Fëanorion. Mighty singer who plays notes of gold upon his harp. Only fortune can have given me your music, a king without a kingdom and a great musician without family." The lonely twin smiled, despite his shock.

One morning, some time later, Eluréd woke to the sound of the sea wailing. Alone. He jumped to full consciousness with a blink and sought out Maglor. The elf was lying down as if he had been staring at the stars. The only alarming thing was a lack of breath. "Ai, ai," Eluréd murmured, "Perhaps being the last is so painful, but what of me?"

Solemnly, reminded dreadfully of his brother, the elf gathered rocks to make his beloved guardian a cairn. "May you have rest, healing, and Mandos willing, peace. And may he forgive your transgressions in light of your suffering. Rest well." The fierce wind snatched his words away, carrying them out over the water.

Eluréd returned to Maglor's dwelling, to take what must be taken. A chest with a name carved in Quenya attracted his attention. It translated to Elu's heir, his own name. Inside was Maglor's harp and sword. Swallowing hard, he took the gifts, and began to trudge east.

After all, he had never figured out where the horse had come from.

Hooray, four reviews! Even though sixty percent of them are from nyx. To nyx, thanks! I think the chapters seem long because I've never really understood the concept of a drabble. It's still like a story, really, to me. To Lord Illyren, I think you should definitely write, if you want to! I'd read it :-). And also, if I didn't mention it, Yuki put a bit about me in her 100 drabbles titled Suilad! You should really read them. I think all of the 100 drabble collections are amazing, actually.