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Blue eyes shot up at the little touch. The strange elf looked kind at least, thought Gil-galad as he looked up at him. At least he was not like father, maybe he would be happy there with him. Well, the Sea was there and he liked it and found it beautiful. There would be surely many other things to see and explore, which would possibly help him shove his life back at home away from his mind.

“Hm.. Yes, out of respect for different cultures”, Orodreth muttered, eyes flashing to glance to the side. Of course the son would learn Telerin culture, there was no doubt of that. For the Noldo knew not when he was to see his son again, nor he knew when would he come to take him back home, back to the enviroment he belonged. But that would be as soon as possible, yet the events inland raged on with quite a speed and into darker direction.

As Círdan spoke again Gil-galad’s and Orodreth’s eyes shifted to meet, hopeful look upon the son’s face as his father’s was not of that. They observed each other for a long time, until Orodreth spoke once more, and before he did Gil-galad already knew what the answer would be. Father was an important and busy elf, who would be needed elsewhere. “I would rather not stay”, said the elder, “for Nargothrond and my people need me, dark days dwell on the inland these days. My people need all of their leaders.” Now he leaned down, to press a light kiss on top of Gil-galad’s dark head and swiftly straightened himself, sweeping a white curl off of his face.

Círdan sighed softly as Orodreth declined the invitation to stay the night.  He had hoped that he would, to ease the transition and he had seen the glimmer of hope shining brightly within Gil-galad and how quickly it was snuffed out.  Really, his heart went out for the boy, he did not realize how strict Orodreth was with his son.  "No, those are valid points and I wish you the safest of journeys,“ he bowed his head as he spoke.  "It is always best for a Lord to be with his people in times of danger and duress,” he felt the same when it came to his own home.  

The shipwright moved to stand next to Gil-galad as Orodreth stepped back, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder.  "You have my word, meldir, that he will be safe and I will not let him forget his heritage.  Your son will do you proud,“ he smiled down to the boy as he spoke.  He could sele great promise in him already and was willing to help him see it through.

"Please do keep in touch and if you need our aid, I will do what I can,” he added as well, his expression polite but he was speaking as a Lord that commanded fleets and armies, not simply as the elderly lord that greeted guests.  




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



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