Disclaimer: Seriously, does *anyone* ever read these who doesn't know what
it's going to say? Why do we even bother. *sigh* well, if you really want
to know, then see chapter 1.
A/N: Thankyouthankyouthankyou *so* much for all the nice reviews! You really don't know how much they help me continue… I meant to do Eärendil next, but that one's turning out pretty difficult. So, here's Elros' pov!
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Elros snuck through the gardens, pleased with himself. Not only had he managed to evade his caretakers – which wasn't as easy as it used to be, they were getting better! – but he'd even managed to lose his brother in the hallways of the palace. And that wasn't easy at all – Elrond had the annoying habit of somehow always knowing exactly where to look for his younger brother. And that wasn't fun at all when everyone insisted that he should go to bed. Why go to bed? He wasn't tired – a yawn interrupted that thought – well, maybe a bit. But not much. Certainly not enough to go to bed yet!
The half-elven child froze. He thought he'd been alone out here, but wasn't that a shape sitting at the foot of that willow? Walking forward very quietly – a trick he'd picked up from his brother – he saw that the shape was Gil-galad – Ada – holding someone. His brother.
Elros snuck towards the two, curious. What was Elrond doing out here, why was Ada holding him? Elrond didn't like to be touched, he knew, not even by Ada. Actually, Elrond didn't even think of Father as Ada. He said that they had another Father, but Elros couldn't remember him… and Gil-galad was the best father they could wish for.
As the child neared the two, he saw something else. Elrond had been crying! Now Elros was really confused. 'rond never cried… well, almost never. He'd cried in the forest in Sirion, and occasionally here, but never when he thought someone was watching.
Elros couldn't stand it. He realized that this would probably curtail his evening out of bed, but he had to know what was going on. "Ada, why brother crying?"
Ada started. Apparently he'd been so deep in thought that he hadn't even heard Elros approach – or maybe he was getting better at the walking- silently stuff, the youngster thought proudly. Elrond was still better than him, of course. But he was older, too.
"It's a long story," Ada said. That was what all the old people said when they didn't want to tell him anything. Either that or "you're too young, you don't understand yet." This time, however, Elros was determined to make Ada tell him why 'rond was crying, no matter what it took. He was prepared to interrupt, but Ada continued. "Do you remember your father? Not me, your real father?"
Elros thought. Elrond spoke of Father very often, telling stories of the way things had been before the sons of Fëanor came to Sirion. Elros could hardly remember anything before the ruin, the fire, the flight into the forest… he shook his head. "'rond talk of him, but I don't remember." He really didn't. He remembered something of his mother – the way she used to stand at the window, looking out west to the sea, clutching that strange glowing jewel to her chest. He couldn't remember her looking at 'rond or him, just out to sea.
"Well, today we heard what happened to him." Ada paused for a moment, Elros hanging on his every word. "Do you see that star up there? The bright one?"
The young half-elf looked up. Yes, up there there was a bright star, hanging directly above him. It was beautiful, shimmering like mother's jewel used to, before she went away. "Yes," Elros said and nodded. What exactly did this have to do with his father?
"Your father turned into that star." Elros gave a small squeak. A star? His real father had gotten turned into a star? His imagination began searching for an answer wildly. Maybe he'd turned into a bird, like 'rond claimed mother had? But what bird glowed? Or maybe… maybe… he didn't know. "How someone turn into a star?" he asked, puzzled.
"He is sailing in a ship. He carries a bright jewel, that's why he's glowing." Ah. That made sense – jewels could glow, mother's did after all. And Elros knew that his real father loved sailing, 'rond had told him. Elrond had spoken very often about their father, and how much he loved being in a ship. So – his real father was probably happy, after all he loved sailing, and now he could sail in the sky. That must be nice, sailing in the sky, and with a glowing jewel too. 'So why 'rond crying?' Elros thought, then realized he'd said it out loud.
"Your father can never come back. He'll be sailing for the rest of time, and your brother misses him." The rest of time… something Elros couldn't imagine. He was only a few years old, after all, and the rest of time… that was sure to be at least a *hundred* years, or even more! A very, very long time. No wonder Elrond missed his Ada so much, if he wouldn't see him… ever… again. Never… a strange concept to a young Peredhil. Elros was pondering this when Ada said, ""Hush now, you're waking your brother. It's time for you both to go to bed."
Normally Elros would've started running around that time – he wasn't that tired! But he was worried about his brother. Suddenly a memory flashed through his head…
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'rond was lying on a bed, face as pale as the white sheets, dark hair spread out around him. Many adults were standing around him, looking serious and worried. Elros stared at his brother. 'What's wrong with him? Why isn't he waking up?' He ran from adult to adult, but they shook him off, mumbling something about "not now." He was nearly in tears when he came to a tall figure standing near his brother and tugged at his sleeve.
The elf turned around, apparently ready to snap at whoever had interrupted him. The expression on his face changed when he saw the child standing there looking up at him. "What's wrong, little one?" he asked.
Elros sniffed. "Why 'rond not wake up?" he said in a small voice.
The adult looked surprised. "Did no one explain this to you?" Elros shook his head. "Well, you remember the forests outside Sirion, do you not?"
Yes – the forests, where they'd stayed after the ruin of Sirion. "I 'member. We were there… very long time."
"Well, you didn't have very much food… and your brother gave most of it to you. So now he's very sick, you see?" Elros nodded. "'rond get better soon?" he asked, worried for his brother.
"Yes, he'll get better soon, but you'll have to take good care of him while he's recovering." Elros nodded again. "I will."^^^
"Come along now." Ada drew him out of his thoughts. He followed Ada back to their room. He'd taken care of Elrond once before, he could now. It was almost always 'rond who took care of him, but if 'rond was sick again… he shivered looking at his brother's tearstained face. It was scary, seeing 'rond like this. The older brother was always the strong one, the one who watched out for his younger brother. 'Well, I can watch out for you too,' Elros thought defiantly.
Elros' thoughts were interrupted when he felt something wet splash onto his cheek. He frowned, then looked upwards. Was it starting to rain? There wasn't a cloud in the sky, though. It was probably one of those mysteries the adults spoke of, the young elf decided and shoved the incident from his mind.
Reaching their room, Elros sighed softly at the sight of the bed. But if he wanted to help his brother, he needed to make certain sacrifices. Elros climbed under the covers and felt sleep begin to pull him in. 'I must have been more tired than I'd thought…' He looked over to see Ada tucking 'rond in before falling fast asleep.
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A/N: I don't think this one is as good as the other two povs, I did my best to show Elros' somewhat… childlike ;)… way of thinking, but I think it went wrong. Ah well… please review, tell me what to correct so my next fic is better. Eärendil's pov next, I *promise*!
For those of you who don't know, Ada is Sindarin and means "dad" or "daddy".
A/N: Thankyouthankyouthankyou *so* much for all the nice reviews! You really don't know how much they help me continue… I meant to do Eärendil next, but that one's turning out pretty difficult. So, here's Elros' pov!
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Elros snuck through the gardens, pleased with himself. Not only had he managed to evade his caretakers – which wasn't as easy as it used to be, they were getting better! – but he'd even managed to lose his brother in the hallways of the palace. And that wasn't easy at all – Elrond had the annoying habit of somehow always knowing exactly where to look for his younger brother. And that wasn't fun at all when everyone insisted that he should go to bed. Why go to bed? He wasn't tired – a yawn interrupted that thought – well, maybe a bit. But not much. Certainly not enough to go to bed yet!
The half-elven child froze. He thought he'd been alone out here, but wasn't that a shape sitting at the foot of that willow? Walking forward very quietly – a trick he'd picked up from his brother – he saw that the shape was Gil-galad – Ada – holding someone. His brother.
Elros snuck towards the two, curious. What was Elrond doing out here, why was Ada holding him? Elrond didn't like to be touched, he knew, not even by Ada. Actually, Elrond didn't even think of Father as Ada. He said that they had another Father, but Elros couldn't remember him… and Gil-galad was the best father they could wish for.
As the child neared the two, he saw something else. Elrond had been crying! Now Elros was really confused. 'rond never cried… well, almost never. He'd cried in the forest in Sirion, and occasionally here, but never when he thought someone was watching.
Elros couldn't stand it. He realized that this would probably curtail his evening out of bed, but he had to know what was going on. "Ada, why brother crying?"
Ada started. Apparently he'd been so deep in thought that he hadn't even heard Elros approach – or maybe he was getting better at the walking- silently stuff, the youngster thought proudly. Elrond was still better than him, of course. But he was older, too.
"It's a long story," Ada said. That was what all the old people said when they didn't want to tell him anything. Either that or "you're too young, you don't understand yet." This time, however, Elros was determined to make Ada tell him why 'rond was crying, no matter what it took. He was prepared to interrupt, but Ada continued. "Do you remember your father? Not me, your real father?"
Elros thought. Elrond spoke of Father very often, telling stories of the way things had been before the sons of Fëanor came to Sirion. Elros could hardly remember anything before the ruin, the fire, the flight into the forest… he shook his head. "'rond talk of him, but I don't remember." He really didn't. He remembered something of his mother – the way she used to stand at the window, looking out west to the sea, clutching that strange glowing jewel to her chest. He couldn't remember her looking at 'rond or him, just out to sea.
"Well, today we heard what happened to him." Ada paused for a moment, Elros hanging on his every word. "Do you see that star up there? The bright one?"
The young half-elf looked up. Yes, up there there was a bright star, hanging directly above him. It was beautiful, shimmering like mother's jewel used to, before she went away. "Yes," Elros said and nodded. What exactly did this have to do with his father?
"Your father turned into that star." Elros gave a small squeak. A star? His real father had gotten turned into a star? His imagination began searching for an answer wildly. Maybe he'd turned into a bird, like 'rond claimed mother had? But what bird glowed? Or maybe… maybe… he didn't know. "How someone turn into a star?" he asked, puzzled.
"He is sailing in a ship. He carries a bright jewel, that's why he's glowing." Ah. That made sense – jewels could glow, mother's did after all. And Elros knew that his real father loved sailing, 'rond had told him. Elrond had spoken very often about their father, and how much he loved being in a ship. So – his real father was probably happy, after all he loved sailing, and now he could sail in the sky. That must be nice, sailing in the sky, and with a glowing jewel too. 'So why 'rond crying?' Elros thought, then realized he'd said it out loud.
"Your father can never come back. He'll be sailing for the rest of time, and your brother misses him." The rest of time… something Elros couldn't imagine. He was only a few years old, after all, and the rest of time… that was sure to be at least a *hundred* years, or even more! A very, very long time. No wonder Elrond missed his Ada so much, if he wouldn't see him… ever… again. Never… a strange concept to a young Peredhil. Elros was pondering this when Ada said, ""Hush now, you're waking your brother. It's time for you both to go to bed."
Normally Elros would've started running around that time – he wasn't that tired! But he was worried about his brother. Suddenly a memory flashed through his head…
^^^
'rond was lying on a bed, face as pale as the white sheets, dark hair spread out around him. Many adults were standing around him, looking serious and worried. Elros stared at his brother. 'What's wrong with him? Why isn't he waking up?' He ran from adult to adult, but they shook him off, mumbling something about "not now." He was nearly in tears when he came to a tall figure standing near his brother and tugged at his sleeve.
The elf turned around, apparently ready to snap at whoever had interrupted him. The expression on his face changed when he saw the child standing there looking up at him. "What's wrong, little one?" he asked.
Elros sniffed. "Why 'rond not wake up?" he said in a small voice.
The adult looked surprised. "Did no one explain this to you?" Elros shook his head. "Well, you remember the forests outside Sirion, do you not?"
Yes – the forests, where they'd stayed after the ruin of Sirion. "I 'member. We were there… very long time."
"Well, you didn't have very much food… and your brother gave most of it to you. So now he's very sick, you see?" Elros nodded. "'rond get better soon?" he asked, worried for his brother.
"Yes, he'll get better soon, but you'll have to take good care of him while he's recovering." Elros nodded again. "I will."^^^
"Come along now." Ada drew him out of his thoughts. He followed Ada back to their room. He'd taken care of Elrond once before, he could now. It was almost always 'rond who took care of him, but if 'rond was sick again… he shivered looking at his brother's tearstained face. It was scary, seeing 'rond like this. The older brother was always the strong one, the one who watched out for his younger brother. 'Well, I can watch out for you too,' Elros thought defiantly.
Elros' thoughts were interrupted when he felt something wet splash onto his cheek. He frowned, then looked upwards. Was it starting to rain? There wasn't a cloud in the sky, though. It was probably one of those mysteries the adults spoke of, the young elf decided and shoved the incident from his mind.
Reaching their room, Elros sighed softly at the sight of the bed. But if he wanted to help his brother, he needed to make certain sacrifices. Elros climbed under the covers and felt sleep begin to pull him in. 'I must have been more tired than I'd thought…' He looked over to see Ada tucking 'rond in before falling fast asleep.
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A/N: I don't think this one is as good as the other two povs, I did my best to show Elros' somewhat… childlike ;)… way of thinking, but I think it went wrong. Ah well… please review, tell me what to correct so my next fic is better. Eärendil's pov next, I *promise*!
For those of you who don't know, Ada is Sindarin and means "dad" or "daddy".