Written for the Tolkien Weekly "Descendants" challenge. For ChickLovesLOTR for her birthday, and for Mirach for the idea of Elrond sailing annually with his father. Beta by RiverOtter.
Once each year Elrond, past Lord of Imladris, sails with his father upon the Seas of Night, borne aloft in the great craft Vingilot. They look down upon the lands of Middle Earth, watching the doings of his twin sons as they continue to ride with the Rangers of Arnor and as they travel to and from Gondor or Annúminas, and increasingly, Mithlond. He looks down and sees echoes of his brother’s high cheekbones and grey eyes throughout those lands, as well as in Umbar, Angmar, Harad, and Rhûn.
My descendants multiply. May they be ever blessed, his father sighs.