Bigass disclaimer (please read)
#1: First and foremost, I do not own LOTR, Elrond (damn!), Celebrian or
any other elves mentioned in this fic. Tolkien does. Grrr..
#2: This is the story of Elrond's life as I perceive it. I researched this for a while and got all the info I could. Most of it is fact based: straight from The Sil or other Tolkien works, but as anyone who has read The Sil knows, Tolkein is pretty vague on people's personalities and such. I made them up. Since this is a work of fanFICTION, I also made up some of the events. I will give you a heads up on those. If you can't possibly stand the idea of someone making up part of the story, then perhaps this isn't the fic for you (if that's the case, you probably shouldn't be reading fanfiction at all).
#3: This story was inspired by a story written by Nemis, who I consider to be one of THE best writers of Elrond fanfiction on this site. Nemis, if you read this, I'd just like to say, that you are awesome.
And now, enjoy the story!
A THOUSAND MILES- THE STORY OF ELROND
Ch 1- The Black Hills
His first memory was of the sea. The crib in which Elrond and his brother Elros laid their infant heads sat just below a spacious window. During the evenings, while Elros lay dozing, Elrond stared up, fascinated by the golden light moving on the celing above him. What could make the light wave in such a way? Who was tossing the sun? One day, little Elrond decided to find out for himself.
Careful so as not to disturb Elros, Elrond's tiny fingers gripped a bar of his crib. With all the strength he had in him, he hoisted himself up and grabbed further along the bar with his other hand. Fingers tightly squeezing, he slowly placed a hand on the rim of the crib. One heavy push, and he was standing on virgin feet, peering out the window.
Black hills bounced before him, the sun buried among them. It's rays danced at the crests of waves, flickering a bright light which blinded his eyes. So that's where the sun goes at night, he thought. The black hills eat it. If those black hills can eat the sun, then surely they can eat me. At this realization, Elrond instantly fell to the bed of his crib and covered his head with his blanket. No way were those scary black hills going to swallow him.
And yet, there was something about that moving mass of darkness that intrigued him. He wondered what it was made of, why it swallowed the sun and what was on the other side. These questions would have to wait a few months to be answered- until Elrond learned to walk.
Upon acquireing that skill, he discovered, much to his mother's dismay, that he was capable of getting all around the house without assistance. And so it was, more to keep the twins from running around the house than for the fresh air, that one day Elwing scooped up her two boys, threw open the back doors to the house, and placed her toddlers in the sand beyond the porch.
Elrond's toes curled around the tiny grains. What new devilry was this? Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful and watched it slowly fall between his fingers to the earth below. He looked up and Elros was already far ahead, Elwing waling slowing behind him. Elrond ran after his brother, but found it hard to run on the strange and hilly sand. He watched his feet disappear and then appear again as he lifted them. Glancing ahead of him, he stopped in his tracks.
There they were, the black hills, barely two yards in front of him. In the afternoon they looked more blue than black, and, because of that, much less scary. They spilled out over the land, licking the sand with white tongues. The waves bounced up and down in a vain attempt to grab the sun, which loomed mere feet above.
Elwing settled herself down on the ground and Elros curiously kicked strange rocks in the sand. Elrond crept to his mother and tugged lightly on her dress. She looked down at her son with soft gray eyes. "Yes, Peredhil?" she asked.
"What are these black hills?" Elrond said, pointing to them with a tiny finger.
"They are the sea," she replied, "and they go on for many miles."
The sea. This great terror now had a name. "And why does it eat the sun?" Elrond ventured to ask.
Elwing laughed like bells. "It does not eat the sun. The sun simply moves down behind the sea to sleep at night, but to us over here it appears as though the sea eats it." She smiled down on Elrond. "The sea eats other things."
"Like what?"
Elwing sighed. "Ships. Elves. Men. Dreams. Most of the time, it is possible to travel on top of it, but sometimes those hills part and whatever sits there will be swallowed by the waves, never to be seen again."
Elrond tightened his grip on his mother's dress.
"Oh, but there's no need to be afraid of it," she continued. "It will not eat you unless you provoke it." She pulled Elrond close to her and placed him in her lap. "I want you to explore the world," she whispered in his ear, "but pray your journeys never lead you there. You will leave the ones who love you unsure as to if they will see you again." Elwing hugged her son to her chest and he nuzzled into the warmth of her neck. Wet drops poured from Elwing's eyes and down her face. The wind whipped her golden hair around her head and its strands tickled Elrond's arms.
They sat there long, watching the waves spill over Elros's feet as he gleefully ran through the ankle-deep water, but no ships docked that day. Earendil remained lost among the waves.
Finally, when the sun was but a sliver behind the sea, Elwing stood and held Elrond at her waist. Calling to Elros, he trotted to her side and she took his hand. Together, they traveled over the hot sand back to the house.
The sea still intrigued Elrond, but he would not go in the water, as his mother was against it. Instead, he watched it, and this satisfied him for the time being.
Like it so far? Any constructive critiscism is appreciated.
#2: This is the story of Elrond's life as I perceive it. I researched this for a while and got all the info I could. Most of it is fact based: straight from The Sil or other Tolkien works, but as anyone who has read The Sil knows, Tolkein is pretty vague on people's personalities and such. I made them up. Since this is a work of fanFICTION, I also made up some of the events. I will give you a heads up on those. If you can't possibly stand the idea of someone making up part of the story, then perhaps this isn't the fic for you (if that's the case, you probably shouldn't be reading fanfiction at all).
#3: This story was inspired by a story written by Nemis, who I consider to be one of THE best writers of Elrond fanfiction on this site. Nemis, if you read this, I'd just like to say, that you are awesome.
And now, enjoy the story!
A THOUSAND MILES- THE STORY OF ELROND
Ch 1- The Black Hills
His first memory was of the sea. The crib in which Elrond and his brother Elros laid their infant heads sat just below a spacious window. During the evenings, while Elros lay dozing, Elrond stared up, fascinated by the golden light moving on the celing above him. What could make the light wave in such a way? Who was tossing the sun? One day, little Elrond decided to find out for himself.
Careful so as not to disturb Elros, Elrond's tiny fingers gripped a bar of his crib. With all the strength he had in him, he hoisted himself up and grabbed further along the bar with his other hand. Fingers tightly squeezing, he slowly placed a hand on the rim of the crib. One heavy push, and he was standing on virgin feet, peering out the window.
Black hills bounced before him, the sun buried among them. It's rays danced at the crests of waves, flickering a bright light which blinded his eyes. So that's where the sun goes at night, he thought. The black hills eat it. If those black hills can eat the sun, then surely they can eat me. At this realization, Elrond instantly fell to the bed of his crib and covered his head with his blanket. No way were those scary black hills going to swallow him.
And yet, there was something about that moving mass of darkness that intrigued him. He wondered what it was made of, why it swallowed the sun and what was on the other side. These questions would have to wait a few months to be answered- until Elrond learned to walk.
Upon acquireing that skill, he discovered, much to his mother's dismay, that he was capable of getting all around the house without assistance. And so it was, more to keep the twins from running around the house than for the fresh air, that one day Elwing scooped up her two boys, threw open the back doors to the house, and placed her toddlers in the sand beyond the porch.
Elrond's toes curled around the tiny grains. What new devilry was this? Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful and watched it slowly fall between his fingers to the earth below. He looked up and Elros was already far ahead, Elwing waling slowing behind him. Elrond ran after his brother, but found it hard to run on the strange and hilly sand. He watched his feet disappear and then appear again as he lifted them. Glancing ahead of him, he stopped in his tracks.
There they were, the black hills, barely two yards in front of him. In the afternoon they looked more blue than black, and, because of that, much less scary. They spilled out over the land, licking the sand with white tongues. The waves bounced up and down in a vain attempt to grab the sun, which loomed mere feet above.
Elwing settled herself down on the ground and Elros curiously kicked strange rocks in the sand. Elrond crept to his mother and tugged lightly on her dress. She looked down at her son with soft gray eyes. "Yes, Peredhil?" she asked.
"What are these black hills?" Elrond said, pointing to them with a tiny finger.
"They are the sea," she replied, "and they go on for many miles."
The sea. This great terror now had a name. "And why does it eat the sun?" Elrond ventured to ask.
Elwing laughed like bells. "It does not eat the sun. The sun simply moves down behind the sea to sleep at night, but to us over here it appears as though the sea eats it." She smiled down on Elrond. "The sea eats other things."
"Like what?"
Elwing sighed. "Ships. Elves. Men. Dreams. Most of the time, it is possible to travel on top of it, but sometimes those hills part and whatever sits there will be swallowed by the waves, never to be seen again."
Elrond tightened his grip on his mother's dress.
"Oh, but there's no need to be afraid of it," she continued. "It will not eat you unless you provoke it." She pulled Elrond close to her and placed him in her lap. "I want you to explore the world," she whispered in his ear, "but pray your journeys never lead you there. You will leave the ones who love you unsure as to if they will see you again." Elwing hugged her son to her chest and he nuzzled into the warmth of her neck. Wet drops poured from Elwing's eyes and down her face. The wind whipped her golden hair around her head and its strands tickled Elrond's arms.
They sat there long, watching the waves spill over Elros's feet as he gleefully ran through the ankle-deep water, but no ships docked that day. Earendil remained lost among the waves.
Finally, when the sun was but a sliver behind the sea, Elwing stood and held Elrond at her waist. Calling to Elros, he trotted to her side and she took his hand. Together, they traveled over the hot sand back to the house.
The sea still intrigued Elrond, but he would not go in the water, as his mother was against it. Instead, he watched it, and this satisfied him for the time being.
Like it so far? Any constructive critiscism is appreciated.
