Come the Second Singing by StarSpray  

come the second singing

“Someday,” Elros said as they sat on a high promontory that overlooked the Sea to the west and the new-formed gulf to the south and east, “so far in the future that I suppose it might as well be forever away—”

“In which case it may as well be never,” Elrond said.

“Someday,” Elros repeated, “you know as well as I do, the Wise have said that the Music will reach its end. But they say also that it will be remade, and that Elves and Men will join with the Valar to sing a new Music, unmarred and more beautiful than anything we can dream of. I leave you tomorrow, and I will never return to these shores.” The warm light of the setting sun caught in his eyes, making them gleam like their father’s star. Below them the waves crashed against the stones, and overhead gulls wheeled. In the west the sky was painted pink and gold; Elrond tried to take it all in, so he could hold this moment forever in his heart. “But someday, you and I, we will sing together again.”

Elrond grasped his hands. “When that day comes,” he said, “I’ll be waiting.”