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“Come, Artanáro”, Orodreth dragged him along by his sleeve and it hurt. Why father had to be like this always? So stuck up and cold… The poor boy was tired and hungry and truly felt like crying; he did not want to be left there. He wanted to go home and be with his sister and close to Doriath where his heart lied already, even though he was so young. All of those were so far away… Gil-galad knew not how far away exactly but they had traveled a very long way from Nargothrond, of that he was sure, though he had slept most of the journey. Orodreth had even brought a few guards with them, even though the road had been quiet - although, Gil-galad believed that it was because of his father did not trust Telerin elves too much and was suspicious about them. Yet it was the only way to ensure his only son’s safety. ‘Bastard son’, as Gil-galad had heard so very many times.

The boy remained silent as he was dragged roughly by his white-haired father toward the beach. A grim look was given by the pale eyes to witness the wonder on Gil-galad’s face as he saw the Sea for the first time. It was huge! So much water.. And the song of the waves was so beautiful…

Yet then the big blue eyes fixated upon a strange elf that was waiting for them. The little ellon could not help but stare blinking at him: He had hair on his face.

Círdan had been wary at accepting Gil-galad into his home.  Not that he did not want the young ellon, but rather he was worried that his father was making poor decisions.  Though he had been explicitly asked if he could protect his son in the facing troubles ahead of them and Círdan had been able to answer without a doubt that he would be able to do just that.

He stood on the shore by the Bay of Falas, hands folded in front of him as he watched the others approach.  His expression was normally quite calm and softened, he did his best to appear welcoming and peaceful to those he met that were not a threat.  He had expected foul moods from his guests but goodbyes were bittersweet.  

He did smile at the look of awe and wonder on young Gil-galad’s face, that was a promising sight if he was going to stay with them.  "Mae l'ovannen,“ he bowed his head and touched his hand over his heart as he spoke.  "I welcome you to my humble home by the sea.  I trust the journey was not too eventful?”




nowe.
cirdan the shipwright.
lord of the grey havens.



independent & selective

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