Chapter two
Skidding in through the doorway, Celeglin looked expectantly at his aunt and uncle. Celebros smiled slightly at him, "Close the door and then come sit with us" he was told. After shutting the door, Celeglin turned and ran lightly across to the large cushioned bench near the window. Once he was seated between his aunt and uncle he asked the question that he had been waiting for an answer for.
"What happened to my parents?" A large sigh came from Celebros before he forced himself to speak
"Our family was not from Imladris, we lived in what was once Eregion, the land of the jewel smiths. There also lived Galadriel and Celeborn at a time, they were Lord and Lady but events happened that forced the Lady to leave, and Celeborn stayed and went unnoticed. Celebrimbor took power, urged by the whisperings of Sauron" the name was spat out with much hate "and after a time Celebrimbor began the forging of great rings of power..." Celeglin listened in amazement as the tale of the rings unfolded and then suddenly it seemed his uncle could not continue the tale. "What is wrong uncle?" he asked. He turned to his aunt for an answer as he thought he saw tears in his uncle's eyes... "Tathariell – what is wrong?" he asked confused.
"When Sauron attacked Eregion to obtain the rings...your father and your uncle stayed behind with the other warriors to protect our land." Tathariell began to take up the tale, "Myself, your cousin and your mother all left for the safety of Lorien. We waited for news of our loved ones and your mother was often worried for your safety as harm could easily come to an unborn child when the parents were separated."
Celeglin sensed the tale of his parents was taking a definite downward turn but still wanted to know more; he had to know. "It was a while after we had fled our home when at last word was sent; Eregion had been lost, Celebrimbor slain and most of the rings taken. We journeyed immediately to Imladris, wanting to know if our loved ones had lived..." Her voice faltered but then she managed to compose herself again "Your father was not among those who returned."
The words hit Celeglin and he simply stared at his aunt and uncle in shocked silence. "My mother?" he managed to gasp out after a few moments. Tathariell shook her head sadly.
He had never imagined it could have been that bad. "The toll on her spirit after your father's death was too much for her to bear. Her strength was used up as she brought you into this world and then, knowing you would live, she succumbed to her grief and weariness."
There was a long silence and then it seemed Celebros had found his voice again.
"The dagger you have was your fathers...I knew he would wish for you or your mother to have it. I brought it here and your mother had it with her at all times before..." Celebros broke of the sentence again and they sat together quietly, each lost in their own thoughts.
Celeglin looked back sadly on that day when he had asked that question. The answer was always with him, everywhere he went. After he knew the horrible truth about his parents and seen how upsetting it was for his remaining family he had kept his other questions to himself not wanting to trouble them.
But now he would be able to find out more...
