This is marvelous. What a wonderful portrait of Tuor, so wistful and so driven and so loved. And Elwing, longing to be something defined, which she is not. The connection between them, and their people, and their histories, which make and remake them in the telling. Stories and songs and memory. "The Eldar may make jewels of light undying, undimming; but the Edain pass candles from hand to hand, while the wind blows."  Lovely, lovely, lovely.

....of Tuor and life at Sirion. Gileth, an elder of the House of Bëor, tells Tuor, Elwing and Eärendil the tales of her life. She is a fantastic character. I felt your descriptions, imagery and characterisations were great, and I very much enjoyed reading this piece. 

Ahhh so heart-wrenching and heartwarming to experience Tuor’s disconnection and reconnection with this entire family he lost. I see a fair number of fics about Elwing bonding with Idril over their losses and their royal position, but I think this is the first time I have seen the focus on her kinship with Tuor. A melancholy and beautifully written story, with those little bits of the mystical in Tuor’s prophetic/visionary investment in the future and this very real hope he is instrumental in bringing to the world! I loved this.