Approaching Rivendell by Ysilme

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Meeting


19. Meeting

(Prompt 27: Parents)

Elrond had always refused to believe that Maglor was dead.

People said it was just folk-tales that Maglor still wandered the shores and sang his laments. He had not been seen since that fateful day, he must have followed his brother.

Elrond thought differently. Maglor was strong, he would come back.

Out on patrol, one day, at the coast, they saw a lone figure in the distance. Elrond knew it must be him.

Proceeding alone and on foot, he approached.

The other just stood.

Unkempt, scraggy, with a blank, half-wild gaze. Barely recognisable.

Elrond extended his hand.

“Atto.”


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