I, Elrond Halfelven, write this of my own hand. For I wish to have a record of what has come to pass. I had a dream a few nights previous. I dreamt of a golden hair child with the spirit of old, of one of the first. I knew him not, nor did he know me. But we were both under threat, for a dark shadow was over us, threatening our existence. The child seemed calm even in the face of this threat, and I felt calm because of him. But the shadow did not slow, and it engulfed the child first, before I could save him. Then it came after me, and enclosed around me as well. Then I woke up. A curious dream, for I am not accustomed to having such dreams, being as young an elf as I, one of only four hundred years.
But I felt strongly for this vision, and knew I should search for this golden haired child, but did not know where to go. I though back upon the vision, and remembered it being near an Abyss, next to a stone grave covered in flowers, as it was in the beginning of my vision. My mind rove over the different legends I have heard of in my life, and I came upon the answer. The Abyss of Thorn Sir, where Glorfindel of the house of Golden Flower fell with the Balrog. I knew that this was the right place. So I left my dwelling place and after gathering what I could for the journey, I burdened my horse and rode toward that place, hoping that this was true, and not a foolish vision after all.
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It has been three days travel to the place that I dreamed of. It is amazing in so many ways. You can almost feel the echoes of the old battle that was fought here, and hear the weeping that took place here for those that had fallen.
I am looking for the child I saw, or at least some being, but I cannot see anyone here in this place. Maybe if I ride forth to the grave site and look around. I ride on and dismount near that place, then went continued on foot. I approached the grave slowly, and notice that not all is as it should be. I see a glint of gold, not the gold of the flowers, but of hair.
I approach and look down at the small elf, of no more then five years, child lying there. He is naked, except for his hair, which was long enough to cover him. His eyes were closed, and he was as still as death. This is the child that I have been searching for, but am I too late to save him.
I quickly take my cloak off and wrap it around the child, then lift his small form into my arms. I pray to Valar as I check to see if is still life within him.
But I felt strongly for this vision, and knew I should search for this golden haired child, but did not know where to go. I though back upon the vision, and remembered it being near an Abyss, next to a stone grave covered in flowers, as it was in the beginning of my vision. My mind rove over the different legends I have heard of in my life, and I came upon the answer. The Abyss of Thorn Sir, where Glorfindel of the house of Golden Flower fell with the Balrog. I knew that this was the right place. So I left my dwelling place and after gathering what I could for the journey, I burdened my horse and rode toward that place, hoping that this was true, and not a foolish vision after all.
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It has been three days travel to the place that I dreamed of. It is amazing in so many ways. You can almost feel the echoes of the old battle that was fought here, and hear the weeping that took place here for those that had fallen.
I am looking for the child I saw, or at least some being, but I cannot see anyone here in this place. Maybe if I ride forth to the grave site and look around. I ride on and dismount near that place, then went continued on foot. I approached the grave slowly, and notice that not all is as it should be. I see a glint of gold, not the gold of the flowers, but of hair.
I approach and look down at the small elf, of no more then five years, child lying there. He is naked, except for his hair, which was long enough to cover him. His eyes were closed, and he was as still as death. This is the child that I have been searching for, but am I too late to save him.
I quickly take my cloak off and wrap it around the child, then lift his small form into my arms. I pray to Valar as I check to see if is still life within him.