Fatherhood
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-Gil-Galad-
The wound was beyond healing, he knew that.
It stained his whole armour with a red tinge, it stained Elrond's hands bright red. The younger half-elf was attempting to staunch the bleeding, tears streaming down Elrond's grime covered face.
"It'll be alright," Elrond murmured, his long black hair coming undone from his braids, "It'll be alright."
Elrond rocked his now useless body gently, as Gil-galad used to do when the boy was frightened, many years ago.
Over the years, they had grown close and a strong bond was formed between the King and his ward. Elrond had grown into a mature and wise counsellor and a strong warrior. Gil-galad could not help but be proud of the young half-elf's accomplishments.
He coughed, wetting his dry mouth with what little moisture there was left.
"Don't speak! Please, my King!"
He lifted his weary, heavy arm and tucked Elrond's hair behind his ear gently.
"Elrond," he whispered, unable to speak any louder, "Elrond, my son."
This caused Elrond to look at him in wonder, for Gil-galad's words were tantamount to naming the young elf as his heir.
Gil-galad grimaced, etching out every word painfully, "Do not call me your King. You have been a son to me all these years and I would have you call me father."
"Ada," whispered Elrond, clasping his hand tightly.
"Take this," Gil-galad raised his right hand, where Vilya rested upon his finger. "And protect my people."
Elrond shook his head, "I cannot, I cannot. Ada, I cannot."
"My son, you can. Whatever troubles in the future that will ail you, whatever torment you must endure, I will be with you." Gil-galad squeezed his son's hand. "I will be with you."
It was said that Elrond wept bitterly over the body of Gil-galad and would not be separated from him until the moon had rose and the light of Earendil could be seen far off, burning brightly.
AN:/ Thank you all, and sorry for not updating!