Author: Erulisse (one L)
Book/Source: The Silmarillion
Summary: Viewing the torches at Vingilótë’s dock brings back memories of Eärendil’s quest to find Valinor. A reply to the TW prompt “torchlight”.
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sand box; I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non-, is made from the publication of this story.
Flames of Remembrance
Eärendil smiled as Vingilótë neared her dock, twin torches defining the pier's end, Elwing's tower brightly lit. His memory shifted into a well-worn path.
Long had he sailed west hunting for Valinor. Foreboding had caused him to reverse, returning eastwards towards Sirion. As the night crested, sharp fear for his family had filled him. Later, he had seen a white bird flying towards him, a soft light against dark clouds. Elwing, transformed, had tumbled onto the deck and into his sheltering arms.
Tying Vingilótë firmly to her stanchion, he surveyed his new home. Together, against all odds, they had succeeded.