Elendil

I was sitting in the window seat of my sitting room at Lindon on a gloomy day. For the past week it had been unseasonably rainy but this day the rain had stopped although low cloud and thick fog still bound the land. I could barely make out the elves in the harbour below. The fog was depressing and I had been sitting in my room alone thinking about the past and those who were now gone.

Noise from the harbour filtered up to my room. I watched the ghostly outlines of the elves in the fog below as they worked on the wharves. The fog was beginning to clear as a strong wind blew over the land from the sea. Through the mists the shape of three great ship appeared. They were unlike the graceful ships of the elves yet it was not inferior in build.

Over come with a deep rooted curiosity I leapt to my feet eager to learn from where the ship had come. Perhaps some inner part of my being hoped perhaps that Laiqualasse had come back from Aman, although any logical piece of my mind knew that this was impossible. After donning a thick cloak against the damp cold and a pair of soft leather boots I hurried through the corridors and down the stairwells to the harbour door. There were two main doors in the residence at Lindon, one called the Sea Door, and the other the Tower Door. I reached the wharves as the first ship slipped into her moorings.

As I moved away from the Sea Door it burst open again as King Gil-Galad with a number of his councillors hurried through onto the wharves. I moved aside so that they could pass. The gangway of the ship had been lowered and a tall dark haired man with sorrow filled grey eyes descended on to the wharves.

I'm not certain as to how I knew but I was certain that this man was of Elros's line. He did not resemble my mortal foster child so much as he had the same bearing. Elros had grown quickly into a King even before he had arrived in the realm of Numenor. In his presence you knew he was royalty with out being told it was so. This was true for Elendil as well. No one descended from the ship after Elendil, although there were many standing on the deck. Their eyes did not leave their lord as he walked towards us. Elendil walked resolutely without pause to Gil-galad and bowed deeply before him.

"What news do you bring from Numenor, Dunadan?" asked Gil-galad speaking in Valinorean Quenya, the language spoken by the elves how visited the Numenorean's from Aman.

"The island is no more, in pride she hath fallen in ruin into the sea," Elendil replied. His voice was etched with grief and pain as acid etches metal. His words triggered a tidal wave of memories the thing I had forgotten returning millennia later.

Last Alliance

Eruanna in Imladris with Galadriel and Mirwen whose husband sent them there for safety

Major angst among female characters

Battle ends three women travel to Gondor

Reunion between Eruanna and Elrond

Eruanna unhappy sad at lost of Elendil and of Gil-Galad

Elendil's funeral upon Amon Anwar

I dropped a white blossom on the stone that the two guards had shifted into place. Looking at the block of stone a memory came to me.

"Meneldil," I said turning to the young king of Gondor. "Let a beacon be placed on this hill so that your allies to the west can see it and come to your aid in times of need. I do not know why but something tells me it will be important in the future," I said. The young man had heard small parts of my tale but none understood it entirely.

"I shall do as you ask, my Lady. Even with out any premonition of the future I believe this to be of sound reasoning, and would be a good tactic." He looked over at his uncle who had overheard my suggestion.

Return to Imladris

Eruanna plays Aunt to Valandil

Returns to Mithlond and the sea