Elros Tar-Minyatur is dying - Númenor mourns. Our first
King,
surely to be our greatest King, who wrought all around us.
Unheralded, for no message was sent, sails are sighted from Lindon. Rumour abounds. A mighty Elven lord, say some. The herald of Gil-Galad, say others.
No.
This is just a grieving brother, facing the final, bitter parting from his long-sundered twin. A brother - surely questioning the choices made so long ago. Words are unspoken; sorrow replaced by love and acceptance. The eyes of one grow dim, closing under the tender caress of the other.
The King is dead...