For the "Wrestling" prompt.
For years he's wrestled with memories of fire, dreams of water - grateful for Eowyn beside him, understanding; each ready to battle the other's demons in place of their own.
Mithrandir, Aragorn, Imrahil all told him; Your father loved you. Judge him not over-harshly for the despair to which Sauron brought him at the last.
There's never a moment of transformation; rather a slow acceptance, an imperceptible ebbing of his heart's heaviness – till, one day, he realises it has gone.
The day he holds his newborn son – and remembers the grandfather Elboron will never know with sadness, and pride.