“I beg your pardon, Master Elrond. I’m still unused to living among folk for whom the legends of the Elder Days are childhood memories!”

I can so sympathize with Bilbo here!  It is sometimes easy to forget just how few generations there are sometimes over the thousands of years, that there are some who saw the events of the ancient tales for themselves! (or heard them, at any rate)

Wonderful fic! <3

Uao this story was beautiful! The epicness of Earendill's stories must have been fantastic to the ears of little kids. I love that then they had passed down Earendill's stories! 

Beautiful, really beautiful!

It's hilarious that people have no problem believing that Eärendil sails Vingilot in the sky with a Silmaril, but tree-people and fiery mountains and the rest is just taking things a tad too far!

I like the way you've brought the stories down through the ages. And having the sea call to Elros like it did his forefathers. 

This is such a great idea (and I enjoy that we seem to have gotten a similar idea with an Earendil prompt, and yet executed it in unique ways!). I love all of your little details: the stories providing inspiration for the twins' imaginary games is so sweet; that final reflection in the first part "if only the winds had blown him west"; and love that you brought Bilbo in! An in-universe explanation for the fanciful tales of Earendil's journeying?

I love how the tales change very little, though the times do. What a perfect last line!