In Our Hearts We Know the Truth by Saelind

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Chapter 3

Prompt: clash, wind, rough, dim

Little things remind Elros of his brother's absence. 


Elros stood atop a hillside and surveyed the camp below him. The wind carried jovial shouts and   the clash of steel to his ears. He smiled at the look from his lieutenant. 

“As fine a birthday gift a king could ask for, Bregor,” he said. “I’ll be down in a moment.” 

 He sighed, his mood dimmed. He’d be lying if he claimed not to miss this: the camaraderie, the rough jokes of the men, the thrill of battle on the horizon. Was this not what he’d dedicated himself to, first king of Númenor? 

But today, he missed his brother more. 


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