Characters: Erestor, Thingol (remembered).
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Note: Follows on from this drabble.
Arwen’s departure left Erestor’s desk still coin-strewn. Kings, so many silver kings...
... all these new kingdoms sprung up like mushrooms, their Dúnedain masters claiming a title an Elf who never minted coins had worn...
... he remembered Elu Thingol, walking Maia-bright beneath shadowed boughs. The sylvan court first found in Eglador, a shimmering realm of starlit woods, Thingol and his Queen ruling through those twilight years of youth and innocence. Age after age his command increasing, owned from Círdan’s mariners to the mountains of Erestor’s birth. Wherever they wandered, seeking every far side of the world, they had carried Thingol’s fame.