Harbor
Gil-galad watched the ships come in, one by one; he watched the faces of the people on them-some happy, some sad, and some just tired.
"Come on, Ereinion, you shall certainly catch a chill out here on the dock in all this sea air." his mother called, raising her eyebrows reproachfully at the boy as she re-balanced the jug on her hip.
"Please do not call me that, Nana, and I will not catch a chill." he replied quietly but firmly, wondering what his sister was doing now, in Nargothrond, cloistered in caves while he roamed free across the endless shore.
"That is what you always say, and yet I am usually right." she sighed, shaking her head at him; but she let him stay there, standing tall and strong on the pier in the fading light, and she watched silently as Cirdan approached him in his comforting, understanding way, a tear sliding down her cheek as he took her son's hand in his own. Gil-galad submitted like a little child to the old Elf, allowing himself to be led away from the harbor and back to the house he was beginning to call a home.
Ereinion-Scion of Kings, Gil-galad's epesse.
Nana-mommy/mom in Sindarin
Gil-galad was sent with his mother by his father Orodreth in Nargothrond away to the havens of Cirdan, who watched over him until he was ready to come into his own. The sister mentioned is none other than Finduilas-yes, the princess of Nargothrond in the Tale of Turin. She stayed in Nargothrond with her father when the family was separated, and Gil-galad would never have been able to see her again. :(
Poor Gil...
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