The Line of Elros by Oshun

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The laugh lines around Elros’ eyes were etched in white from a week’s exposure to the sun. Those days on the beach for a king and his family were as beloved as they were short. Their youngest son ran shrieking into the surf and out again, wet skin and bright hair shimmering in the afternoon light.

“Sometimes he reminds me of Elrond,” Elros said. “My brother was a great squealer when it came to playing in the waves.”

“You played on the beach at the Havens?”

“Never that I recall. But Maglor liked the shore wherever we could get close.”

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