By the way. It might be confusing that Elrohir is writing notes to a certain, Sea Foam. To clarify that. He is literally writing to the ocean. He knows the ocean can't respond. It's more like a personal diary, just tied more to Lalorn and his family in Valinor.
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Bookworm-soul
Dear Sea Foam,
Estel is getting older.
He is almost a man.
Men age too fast.
Elrohir
—/—/—
For Elrohir, some weeks were better than others. This week wasn't a good one. This week was especially bad.
Estel would become a man this week.
The child he never knew would hold their first weapon this week.
And he would still be here.
—/—/—
Elladan and Elrohir watched as Estel rode out of Rivendell. He was going to join the rangers of the north. No one knew when he would return. If he returned. Elrohir turned away. The waterfall sounded nice just now.
—/—/—
Lalorn stood on the beach, watching the sun rise over the waves.
Her children would begin weapons training today.
On Valinor it wasn't likely they would ever use them, and she was glad. She didn't want them to go through what she had gone through.
The whole thing was just tradition, a chance to learn a new skill.
But it still hurt her to put weapons in the hands of her children.
But she knew she had to.
—/—/—
Lalorn had already sent Anira out the door with a long fighting knife that used to be hers.
But it took Maethor a little longer to decide on what he wanted to wield.
Finally he settled on being an archer.
She knew exactly what to give him.
"This was your father's bow."
Maethor ran a hand along the dark wood of the instrument he held in his lap.
"Was he an archer?"
He knew he had to be careful, conversations about his father usually didn't end well. But, his mother seemed happy to talk today.
"No tithen pen, he was a swordsman, and a good one. But in times of unrest one could never be to weary. The bow was his secondary weapon."
Maethor pulled back the string experimentally. He winced.
"It's heavy."
"You will build up strength. Everyone who practices weaponry must."
Maethor nodded. He would practice hard, and when he finally did meet his father, he would make him proud.
And from that day on the thrum of the bow in the yard was a familiar sound in Lalorn's household.
—/—/—
Hope this chapter is satisfactory.
Thanks again for reading!
Bookworm-soul