Bits of Elven Glass by Himring

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Chapter 3

A childhood memory of Earendil's.

[This is also part of an incomplete Earendil series or WIP.]


‘How was your day today, Earendil, my son?’

‘It was a good day today, mother. Salgant told me jokes and made me laugh. And Ecthelion made me a willow whistle!’

Idril smiles—it smoothes the worry from around her eyes. As she bends down to kiss her son goodnight, the glowing green jewel on its chain around her neck slips forward and dangles for a moment before Earendil’s eyes.


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