To become a star
Day 1 Prompts: Elrond & Elros; Seeing Gil-Estel
Elrond is angry more often than not these days.
It has something to do with the new star in the sky, blazing anew from early evening til just past dawn. He should feel something else, he knows, some sort of gratitude. Pride, even. Hope.
Instead its light seems to have burned every other feeling out of him and kindled something else there instead. Something dark. Something he does not like.
Something like them.
They would have used him and his brother, traded them – traded children – for a jewel, a rock. Have they ever stopped to consider just what in the holy night sky they are actually going to do with it, should their wish be fulfilled? Fashion a new crown for their heads? A pretty necklace to prance about in the mirror? Would they make a shrine to it, worship it?
No, Elrond thinks. He knows just what they would do with a silmaril.
They would tear each other apart.
Chapter End Notes
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