Eldarion, as he finished the first letter, reeled.
'My dear son'? If his father had these letters in his possession, then they must be from his mother. Who would, in turn, be Eldarion's grandmother.
He never knew his fore-parents. His mother, though often peppered with questions, would say nothing other than they were all no longer in Middle-Earth. His father had not spoken of them either, saying even less than his mother; more often than not, Eldarion would have to leave his father, as he would drift into a painful silence, and stare ahead, lost in another time.
Here, then, may be the answers he had been searching for, all these long years.
What Eldarion did not realize was the depth to which his answers would reach.
-to be continued-