Seeking the West by Kaylee Arafinwiel

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Fanwork Notes

Written to the holiday postcard prompt, and for the Instadrabbling sessions on the SWG Discord server.

Fanwork Information

Summary:

The High Kings of the West ascend the Tower of Elostirion after its final Stone is laid...the Palantir.

Major Characters: Amandil, Elendil, Eärendil, Gil-galad

Major Relationships:

Genre:

Challenges: Postcards from Middle-earth

Rating: General

Warnings: Creator Chooses Not to Warn

Chapters: 1 Word Count: 206
Posted on 27 December 2020 Updated on 27 December 2020

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Chapter 1

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A brisk wind came up and the trees groaned with their stories, whispering to the High King of the Edain as he waited for Gil-galad to catch up. Elendil stood at the foot of the Tower, looking up, and up. "Thank you, Ereinion," he murmured when the Elf joined him. "It is a fine place for the..." He left the what unsaid.

"The Stone," Ereinion murmured back. "Why are we whispering?" he added with a wry smile. "We are alone."

"I do not know," Elendil admitted. "Only, when I am in the presence of...of the Stones, I do not feel alone." He and Ereinion ascended the sweeping, curved staircase, and at the top, they came upon the Stone, standing on its marble plinth, covered by a silken cloth.

"Together?"

"Together," Elendil confirmed, and it was as one that they removed the cover and looked within, seeking the West...and what? Knowledge of Amandil, perhaps...resurrection of an old fear that had haunted him.

Had Father survived? And speaking of fathers... Elendil reeled as though he had been burned.

"What is it?" Ereinion asked, wheeling to face Elendil as the trees whispered outside in the wind.

"I saw...I saw..." Elendil rubbed his eyes.

"Yes?" Ereinion sighed impatiently.

"Eärendil."  


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I have a weakness for "Why are we whispering", and I think it works very neatly here. Elendil isn't wrong, he can't be sure they're truly alone. It brings across the beauty and power, but also the uncanniness of the Palantíri!

Did Gil-galad not see Eärendil, in the end? That's an interesting idea, that two people can look into the same Palantír and yet not have the same vision. (My other, somewhat naughty thought, was "Good thing you didn't have Elrond with you!") ;)