by suzie sheelf
sat in his study late one night, staring out the window into the
darkness, he did not hear the soft the knock or the door open as his
wife the Lady Celebrian, silently slipped into the room. “Brooding
Elrond looked up in surprise, as Celebrian
bent down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, “No nin meleth, just
remebering that is all.”
Celebrian smiled sadly, it was the same every
year. She would find her husband sitting in his study thinking of his
brother; on the anniversary of the date they made their decision. “It
is late, you should come to bed, herven.”
Elrond smiled lovingly at his wife; “I will
be there soon.” He watched as Celebrian silently left the study, his
mind wandering back the many centuries to that day, he often wondered
how life would have been, had Elros chosen differently.
The War of Wrath had finished and the Valar
and the Elves had been victorious, Morgoth had once again been chained
and sent to the void. All were joyous except for two peredhil who stood
before Eönwë, the herald, and standard-bearer of Manwë.
“Sons of Eärendil, for your valour shown in
battle, Manwë, has granted you a choice. To either be counted as
the First Born, or with the Edain. You will be given one week in which
to make your choice, in which time I will return to hear your
Gil-galad the High King of the Noldor and
Círdan the Shipwright stood back in the distance, they had been
concerned when Eönwë had said he wished to speak with the
alone. Both were extremely curious as to what Manwë’s herald had
Elrond smiled confidently to himself, he knew
his choice, and was certain his brother would choose the same. Why
would they want to be of the Edain? Yes their ada was Edain, well
partly, but they had never really known him, he was a mariner, and away
from home a lot. They had never seen him again, after his voyage on
Vinglot, to seek the aid of the Valar. And now only knew him as the
Star, which they call Eärendil or Gil-estel. But since been
from Maedhros and Maglor, the sons of Feanor, Gil-galad, had been a
foster father to them.
“Elrond, Elros.” Gil-galad called. “What did
Eönwë want with you two?” he asked trying to hide the worry
voice, over the years the peredhil had lived with him, he had grown
quite attached, well they were family in a sense.
Elrond and Elros looked at each other, Elrond
spoke. “Manwë has granted a choice, to be of the First Born, or to
of the Edain.”
Gil-galad looked at the peredhil then at
Círdan, both knew that, as the boys were only half elves that
would not live forever. And that they would suffer the grief of
eventually watching them grows old and die.
“Which will you choose?” Círdan asked.
“To be of the First Born.” Elrond said
confidently, though his smile slowly faded as when he saw the look of
deep contemplation on his brother’s face.
Elros looked at his brother; “It is not an easy decision, Elrond. We
cannot change our minds later on.”
“But what is there to contemplate Elros, we
will be of the First Born, we will be elves.” Elrond said almost
getting angry at his younger his brother.
“I am sorry Elrond, but I need time to think this over.”
Later that night Elrond lay beneath the night
sky looking up at the stars, watching his fathers star as it crossed
the heavens. He enjoyed this time alone; it gave him a chance to speak
with his ada, even though Eärendil did not reply. He liked to tell
ada about his day and his worries. Right now he was telling his ada
about the choice he and Elros had to make, he was worried what would
happen if Elros chose differently, how could he live his life without
his brother by his side, they had been through so much together.
Elrond sat up and saw Gil-galad, standing next to him.
“Suilad Elrond, may I join you. I heard you talking with your ada.”
Elrond reddened slightly as he patted the earth next to him, inviting
Gil-galad to sit next to him. “It helps to clear my mind.”
Gil-galad smiled kindly, “I know neth min, I often talk to the portrait
of my ada in my room, when I am troubled.”
“Ereinion, what am I to do if Elros chooses differently cant you talk
to him, make him see sense?”
“No Elrond, I cannot. The decision, is yours and Elros alone, I may not
Elrond got to his feet and bowing, “It is late, I bid you quel du
“Quel du Elrond” Gil-galad sighed as he
watched Elrond depart. He felt deeply for the young peredhil. They may
look alike but were so different. Elrond was more elvish, in his love
of the learning new things, he was more like his mother where as Elros
loved the sea, and was more like his father. He sighed again; he knew
they were going to lose Elros to the Edain.
The week passed very slowly, and finally it
was the night before Eönwë was to hear their decisions.
Elros sat together playing a game of chess. Elrond looked up, “Elros,
what is your decision nin toron?”
Elros looked at his brother, knowing his
decision would hurt his brother, but he had thought long and hard about
his decision. “I have chosen to be of the Edain.”
Elrond dropped the chess piece he had been holding in his hand, he
looked at Elros, betrayal and hurt mirrored in his eyes.
“Please don’t hate me Elrond, I cant expalin why I chose to be Edain,
it just feels right that is all.” Elros almost pleaded.
Elrond looked at his brother again, but this
time in surprise, “hate you, I could never hate you, Elros. I somehow
knew in my heart that you would choose differently, how I do not know.
But I had hope that I was wrong. ”Elrond paused, “I accept your choice,
Elros got to his feet and hugged his brother, “Thankyou, Elrond, this
means a lot to me.”
The next morning, both Peredhil stood once again before
Eönwë. “Elrond Eärendilion, what is your choice?”
“To be counted as one of the First Born.”
“So be it.” Eönwë said. “Elros Eärendilion, what is your
Elros looked over at Elrond, “It is alright Elros, I promised you I
would not hate you what ever your choice.” Elrond whispered.
Elros smiled in relief, “I choose to be of the Edain.”
Eönwë, looked at Elros in surprise, “Is that your choice?”
Elros nodded, “Yes I have chosen, I will be of the Edain.”
“So be it. From this day forward, you will be
of the Edain.” He began to lead the younger of the Peredhil away so as
to speak with him. “Manwë, knew of your choice, and has something
store for you Elros. You shall be granted a life span of 500 years.”
Elrond stood and stretched, and began to pace
his study; Elros’ 500 years had passed quickly, too quickly. He had
become the King of Men. He was proud of his brother, even though he
still missed him very much; even to this day the pain of his death
still haunted him. Looking out into the night sky once again, he looked
up at his fathers star, “Quel du ada, and quel du Elros, whereever you
are nin toron.”