West, by Senalishia
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: “Crossover 1” - O66: With an earlier or later era of Middle-earth
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Finrod, Elros Tar-Minyatur
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes: This barely counts as different eras, but it is arguably different Ages and I wanted to write it.
Summary: Finrod visits Numenor
He paced the floor of the palace; he paced along the dock; he paced the deck of the ship that carried them East. He was simply too excited to stand still.
He’d actually asked for permission to leave this time; until the island came into view, some part of him feared that at any moment it might be revoked. He couldn't bear that, and not only for his own heart's sake. Elwing had given him about a million hugs to pass along, and even so he wouldn't swear than every winged shape that wheeled above them was entirely avian.
He hadn't quite realized until the possibility of this voyage had been proposed how much he’d craved the company of Mortals since his return, and now he couldn't understand how at any point in his life he'd survived without them. In the presence of their indomitable energy, it was not possible to forget the value of every passing year.
Their king met the ship as it landed and Finrod could see all his valiant forefathers and foremothers in his face. Willing himself not to cry with only moderate success, he pulled Tar-Minyatur into his arms. “That's from your mother,” he whispered.
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Finrod, Elros Tar-Minyatur
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes: This barely counts as different eras, but it is arguably different Ages and I wanted to write it.
Summary: Finrod visits Numenor
He paced the floor of the palace; he paced along the dock; he paced the deck of the ship that carried them East. He was simply too excited to stand still.
He’d actually asked for permission to leave this time; until the island came into view, some part of him feared that at any moment it might be revoked. He couldn't bear that, and not only for his own heart's sake. Elwing had given him about a million hugs to pass along, and even so he wouldn't swear than every winged shape that wheeled above them was entirely avian.
He hadn't quite realized until the possibility of this voyage had been proposed how much he’d craved the company of Mortals since his return, and now he couldn't understand how at any point in his life he'd survived without them. In the presence of their indomitable energy, it was not possible to forget the value of every passing year.
Their king met the ship as it landed and Finrod could see all his valiant forefathers and foremothers in his face. Willing himself not to cry with only moderate success, he pulled Tar-Minyatur into his arms. “That's from your mother,” he whispered.
