In this elven city Elendil felt utterly alone, adrift in
an alien landscape. He looked out over lush gardens to a
placid blue ocean, and recalled the roiling waters that
had carried them from home into the unknown, the pealing
thunder, the lightning bright enough to blind a man. Far
away it seemed now, almost unreal...
A footfall behind made him turn. His hosts were quite
unlike the elven folk he had known from Tol Eressëa,
more – tempered, although pleasant enough. This elf was
tall and well built, with a typically old-young face.
Self-assured. He strode forward, hand extended in the
greeting Elendil was learning to expect. He offered his
hand in return, and wrists were clasped briefly, first
above, then below.
“Ereinion Gil-galad, king of this land. You’ve rested?”
The king’s voice was briskly friendly, accustomed to
command. Elendil nodded, but had no time to respond.
“Good, good. I’ve sent supplies to your people – you’ll
want them to stay near the ships for now, till we find
them somewhere to settle. Now…”
Elendil plunged in. “My gratitude for your hospitality,
lord, but my ships are in need of repairs and I came to
beg loan of a vessel to travel down the coast to seek
the rest of my party… My sons…”
A quick smile, infinitely charming. “The Avari already
sent word of strange ships landing far to the south.
Your sons will be safe enough, your people have had
strongholds there for centuries.” Light blue eyes met
his thoughtfully. “But now…” He rested a hand on
Elendil’s shoulder, gestured to where chairs were being
set. “They tell me your name is Elendil and you can
explain why the sea has grown strange. Come join me in a
cup of wine, and share your news out of the West.”
AN: Written for Rhapsody.