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The Noldo ellon walked out into the river. The shadows swallowed part of it and him. He shivered.
. . .
He had to be careful. Just because he was out of the mines did "not" mean he was out of Morgoth's stronghold. There were towers as well as pits. There were guards on walls as well as guards in tunnels. He had to be careful. He skirted the emptier places. This made his journey slow, long, around about, but it kept him away from the roads, walls, and towers. He hugged the shadows even though he missed the light. He did, however, travel in broad daylight too. Orc eyes were dazzled and orc skin was burned by the blazing sun. Still, even then he hugged the shadows, but he only went to the water during the day. Though it was often in the shadows, which kept it coo, it was still foul from the belching of the smoke-stacks all around. However, it was all the liquid available. Food was something else. He found nothing growing there, but inedible briars, but he'd been hungry before. Even in the mines and the forges he'd had mostly liquids that gave him energy. It had been a long time since he'd felt anything solid or even semi-solid in his stomach. He would however, when he reached home.
. . .
He stopped when he felt his foot nearly drop down from underneath him. He stood near the center of the river now. This was a deep place. He looked up toward the walls of the canyon. Their jagged edges reached up toward the sky like walls with parapets. His throat tightened. He looked down at his own reflection again. What must they have seen his brothers, his kin, when he had come home?
. . .
There it was! Home. Not Valinor true, not where his mother and father were, not where the he'd grown up, nor where his brothers had grown up after him, not where he'd met and trained under Feonor, greatest perhaps of all the forgers of metal things, maker of gems more extraordinary than any others. But still, they were elven-made these walls before them. And they housed his brothers. They would soon house him again also.
"Brothers! Brothers it's me, your brother! Let me in to embrace you! Let me in to see you!"
And the voice, one of many he'd longed to hear called back. "Is it really you, my brother? Is it really you?"
"It is really I. Let me in and I shall prove it to you!"
"Oh brother," that voice had replied "if only you had died …"
. . .
All of the ellon hardened including his eyes. If only I had died … Well, perhaps I have.
He dropped to his knees, like he had that night, but in a heavier, angrier despair. Every line of his form was hard. But then the water enveloped him. There was a rush going around his skin and through his hair. So cool, so … moving, stripping away the sand grains clinging to him taking away their slight irritation …
Slowly, his muscles relaxed despite the water's chill. He held out his arms and splayed his fingers out in the direction the water ran. To the sea … these waters run to the sea. And then the tears joined those waters as they went toward Valinor, where he could not go … At least his tears might lap against those shores. I'm sorry, mother, father … I'm sorry. I left thee both for naught and you shall not see your sons again. I'm sorry. But I am dead. They shall be soon too. And even now, I am not your son, not their brother. I am now someone else.
He rose up, standing in the water and looked down again upon the reflection of … Celuant …
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