III. (Elulindo)
It was easy to expect that such unprecedented disasters would bring further debacles in their wake, but even so, the late king could not possibly have fathomed the reason for the sudden influx of Noldorin warriors and Telerin sailors.
The world he had left behind was one where such a thing would have been unthinkable.
Most of those who had known him among the fallen could not look him in the eye.
So when he heard the eldest son of Olwe named among the casualties, it seemed natural enough to go and see him, and obvious enough that he would bring his wife – the one whom he had with him in this realm.
He'd considered the Telerin King's family part of his own for a long, long time – when his youngest son had married into Alqualonde's royal house, that had felt like a mere formality to seal the deal.
When the tall, silver-haired figure of the mariner prince marked their presence, he erupted in tearful, desperate laughter at the absurdity of it all.
What exactly does one say to the in-laws of one's sister when they are also the parents of one's slayer?