Characters/Pairing: Eärendil, Turgon
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
As a child, Eärendil liked nothing more than to race through the vaulted halls of his grandfather’s palace, his footsteps echoing on the polished granite floors. He dodged armored guards and elegant ladies, and leapt into laughing Turgon’s arms to be spun around and tossed high into the air, and for that one moment it felt as though he were flying, weightless and breathless.
Later, on the deck of soaring Vingilot, he saw the ruins of Gondolin, the charred, broken remains of that once-great palace, now quiet and slowly being overgrown, and wished Turgon were alive to see his star.