Characters/Pairing: Elwing, Eärendil, Elrond, Elros
Disclaimer: I don’t own Middle-earth, however much I’d like to live there.
There were no lakes near the mouths of River Sirion, no calm, glassy mirrors of the sky, glittering surprises in the midst of cool shady forests. Only the river itself, and the sea, always moving, rushing, crashing against stones and sand. Elwing had learned to swim in a lake; her father taught her and her brothers.
But Elrond and Elros learned to swim in the Sea, and she always feared the undertow would sweep them away, though Eärendil laughed at her worries: “They’ll be fine.”
But when he disappeared out to sea, she kept the boys on shore, building sandcastles.