Characters: Maglor, Elrond
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the stories that have inspired me. I do this for fun and nothing more.
They had found a harp within the ruins of Sirion, drowning in a shallow pool once used for bathing. No replacements for the strings could be found nor for any other part of it. Even so, the child they had finally named Elrond asked to learn.
The sound was not quite right, cracking and spitting at the air, sudden sharp noises. Harp weeping that it was broken.
Elrond ran his hands along the strings, randomly plucking and giggling in wonder of creating his own music. His teacher could only listen, finally covering his face to keep sudden grief from showing.