"Tengwar" ficlets by chrissystriped

Parma - Book

Elrond receives a gift from Pengolodh

“I wanted to give you this, before I sail”, Pengolodh said.

Elornd accepted the book with a questioning smile. It was bound in golden-brown leather and stampted with a border of tiny leaves and stars.

“I collected stories fo your parents from people who knew them.”

Elrond felt tears rise up in his eyes and swallowed hard. “Thank you”, he croaked. “That means so much to me.”

Did he realise that Elrond barely remembered his parents? Did he understand how much he wished to know them?

The chronicler smiled and squeeze his hand. “Writing down bit historical moments is important”, Pengolodh said. “But so are the small intimate things, like this, for the people who stay behind.”

There was something in his eyes that made Elrond wonder, who he had lost and if there was something left of them.

That day he resolved to keep a diary, for whoever remained behind, when the time to go came for him.