Laiqualassё's Departure
I found my foster son on a ledge next to a waterfall. From this ledge the entire valley could be seen stretched out before him. He turned to face me as I came up to the ledge. His face shone with an inspired hope.
"Nana, come stand here for a while," he said pulling me next to him. "Look at this valley. Here I will build my home. I wish to build a place of learning and healing. It could be a place of council, where members of the free races could gather without fear so that we can face the trials of the future. You know that there is trouble in the future just as I do Nana. You know better then anyone don't you?"
"Elrond, you know how little comfort I have in speaking of the future. I encouraged this dream it is inspired," I said. "I did not come here however to speak of the future of Imladris however; but to what the future holds in store for my husband. Do you remember the small vial I was given after the fall of Thangodrim? I have given it to Laiqualasse. Come dawn tomorrow I will ride hard and swift with him to Mithlond and put him on board a ship to the Blessed Realm. It is the only hope I have for his survival."
My foster son looked at me with sadness in his deep grey eyes. There was a sadness that expressed understanding, and the knowledge that he could not dissuade me in my course. "I believed that you would do this Nana but does Laiqualasse wish to sail?" he asked.
"He does not because he does not wish to be parted from me. However, I refuse to be my husband's death!"
Returning to Mithlond from the valley of Imladris
Eruanna is told that all the poisoned who were yet alive would be taking the ship to save their lives
Days leading up to the sailing
The boarding of the ship
The ship slipped its lines and moved away from the key. I stood on the dock watching it sail through the harbour mouth and out into the western sky. The setting sun shone bright red on the horizon; it seemed to be stained with the blood of my torn heart. After all these years and so many hardships I felt as though I should no longer have tears to cry, yet as my knees hit the wooden dock tears poured down my cheeks. I felt someone kneel next to me and strong arms around my shoulders. I looked up into the face of my foster son. Elrond held me as I watched the ship carrying my husband sail into the sun set. I watched until distance and dim light made the vessel impossible to see.
Elrond helped to my feet and with his help I made it back to Cirdan's house and my room. He stayed with me sitting in chair next to my bed until I was asleep, quietly he crooned to me the lullaby that I had sung to him and his brother when they were children and worried. I knew there was no way he knew what the words meant for they were in English and I had never translated the song into any language he would know for him. He sang it anyways.
Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night,
Guardian angles God will send thee,
All through the night
Ore the weary hours creeping,
Hills and vales slumber steeping
I my loving vigil keeping
All through the night
While the morn her watch is keeping
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping
All through the night
I feel asleep to the soft melody of the welsh lullaby that my own mother had sung over me when I had been was a child.
When I awoke the pain that had held my heart in its iron grip the night before had not lessened its hold one iota. It took a great effort to slip from my bed and make my way to my wardrobe. I looked into the wardrobe and quickly shut it making my way back to my bed. Each article of clothing in there reminded me of Laiqualasse. On one side was one of his clocks and a tunic that had been ripped. These were the only articles I had not packed for him. On the other side were my own things. Each I could connect to some happy memory we had shared together.
I closed my eyes wishing for the oblivion of sleep to role over me. Where I could perchance dream of him, and where I could believe for a time that he was there with me again.
Eruanna's grief, remains at Mithlond
Numenor
Fifty or so years of material in Numenor middle of Elros' reign.
Eruanna uncomfortable around humans because of her long life span.
Elros Passes
Death of Tar-Minyator
Eruanna and Elrond grieve
Visits for Aldarion and his ships
The founding of Eregion the Realm of Celeborn and Galadriel
Founding of Imladris