Surrender-Part II
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, this will not be as sad as the last chapter, I couldn't quite face Eluréd's death. I'm not sure he'd forgive me. Obviously he still has to get a bit battered, but all in all it's more positive. This will be more of a narrative chapter, setting the scene for the next part, which will be more dialogue, so it is rather short. (sorry for all the 'more's)
Eluréd's fate.
After leaving his brother's body long did Eluréd walk, seemingly oblivious to the cold. For many leagues his little feet trudged on, when hunger became too much for him he went in search of a berry shrub, or some other source of food to fill him up momentarily. Unbeknownst to him, his path was leading him eastward, south of the twilight world of Nan Elmoth.
Thus for many days and nights he marched, trance-like, numb to all feeling. He had become a wraith, and if ever he met be it animal or elf or human, they shunned him, thinking him to be a thrall let loose, or some other strange creature of the night, and in truth, they were not far wrong. Eluréd passed across the river Aros, and traversed Estolad, called the encampment from the days when the first Men crossed the Blue Mountains into Beleriand.
He began to have some bearings as to where he may be, and veered southwards as he approached the river Gelion, which flowed mightily in those regions. On approaching Ossiriand from the North East, Eluréd's strength failed him. He lay down, in the shade of a tree and knew no more.
But his fate was not to end there. Two Laiquendi espied his young form from afar and approached him cautiously. Upon realising he was a young elf, they bore him off into their realm. Thus began Eluréd's healing.
He lay as one dead for many days, and the green elves thought him lost. He was delirious; often calling out names in a slurred speech the Laiquendi could not comprehend, and breaking into sweats. On the twentieth day since his arrival in Ossiriand he awoke. The green elves asked his name, but Eluréd remained silent. They asked of what origin he was, his kin and family. Still young Eluréd did not say a word, so traumatised with grief he was.
The Laiquendi decided to give him a new name, Nimrandîn, which meant pale silent wanderer, as they perceived him to have travelled a great distance. Little did they know he had been born in Ossiriand, of Nimloth of Doriath and Dior, son of Beren and Lúthien.
Eluréd grew steadily stronger and was accepted and liked among the Laiquendi. He was quick and eager to learn all he could, as he had forgotten his previous teachings in Doriath, and Lanthir Lamath. He took on their green raiment and much resembled the green elves in speech and manner, but not in looks. He became skilled in the art of wariness, stealth and secrecy that the Laiquendi were known for. However, this also was to become his weakness.
After some time, Eluréd grew tired of the endless hiding, he longed for battles where he could shine, and new people he could meet, and inevitably, was drawn to the sea. The green elves at first would not let him go, deeming him too young in their eyes. But when news came of Elwing, Dior's daughter who had escaped Doriath with the remnant of her people and Eärendil who had fled with the exiles from Gondolin, living by the mouths of Sirion, Eluréd's time had come.
The mention of Elwing had stirred his heart in a way he could not yet comprehend, and the green elves finally let him go. He was accompanied by two valiant friends, and together they set off westwards, towards the sea.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, this will not be as sad as the last chapter, I couldn't quite face Eluréd's death. I'm not sure he'd forgive me. Obviously he still has to get a bit battered, but all in all it's more positive. This will be more of a narrative chapter, setting the scene for the next part, which will be more dialogue, so it is rather short. (sorry for all the 'more's)
Eluréd's fate.
After leaving his brother's body long did Eluréd walk, seemingly oblivious to the cold. For many leagues his little feet trudged on, when hunger became too much for him he went in search of a berry shrub, or some other source of food to fill him up momentarily. Unbeknownst to him, his path was leading him eastward, south of the twilight world of Nan Elmoth.
Thus for many days and nights he marched, trance-like, numb to all feeling. He had become a wraith, and if ever he met be it animal or elf or human, they shunned him, thinking him to be a thrall let loose, or some other strange creature of the night, and in truth, they were not far wrong. Eluréd passed across the river Aros, and traversed Estolad, called the encampment from the days when the first Men crossed the Blue Mountains into Beleriand.
He began to have some bearings as to where he may be, and veered southwards as he approached the river Gelion, which flowed mightily in those regions. On approaching Ossiriand from the North East, Eluréd's strength failed him. He lay down, in the shade of a tree and knew no more.
But his fate was not to end there. Two Laiquendi espied his young form from afar and approached him cautiously. Upon realising he was a young elf, they bore him off into their realm. Thus began Eluréd's healing.
He lay as one dead for many days, and the green elves thought him lost. He was delirious; often calling out names in a slurred speech the Laiquendi could not comprehend, and breaking into sweats. On the twentieth day since his arrival in Ossiriand he awoke. The green elves asked his name, but Eluréd remained silent. They asked of what origin he was, his kin and family. Still young Eluréd did not say a word, so traumatised with grief he was.
The Laiquendi decided to give him a new name, Nimrandîn, which meant pale silent wanderer, as they perceived him to have travelled a great distance. Little did they know he had been born in Ossiriand, of Nimloth of Doriath and Dior, son of Beren and Lúthien.
Eluréd grew steadily stronger and was accepted and liked among the Laiquendi. He was quick and eager to learn all he could, as he had forgotten his previous teachings in Doriath, and Lanthir Lamath. He took on their green raiment and much resembled the green elves in speech and manner, but not in looks. He became skilled in the art of wariness, stealth and secrecy that the Laiquendi were known for. However, this also was to become his weakness.
After some time, Eluréd grew tired of the endless hiding, he longed for battles where he could shine, and new people he could meet, and inevitably, was drawn to the sea. The green elves at first would not let him go, deeming him too young in their eyes. But when news came of Elwing, Dior's daughter who had escaped Doriath with the remnant of her people and Eärendil who had fled with the exiles from Gondolin, living by the mouths of Sirion, Eluréd's time had come.
The mention of Elwing had stirred his heart in a way he could not yet comprehend, and the green elves finally let him go. He was accompanied by two valiant friends, and together they set off westwards, towards the sea.