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Elrond can never truly bring
himself to forgive his mother, simply for the fact that she saw no wrong doings
in her actions.

At least Earendil lamented the time that he lost with his sons, at least
he realized his absence could have saved them. At least he is sorry.

But his mother…she is a different story completely.

Her actions, she sees as heroic, not traumatizing. Not for her sons, at
least. And she uses excuses—so many excuses. “You must understand that I was
young Elrond,” she begins, voice flat, unapologetic, “And afraid. They came so
suddenly and without warning. I had
no time to react.”

I suppose a letter months in advance isn’t a sufficient
warning, the words hang on the
tip of his tongue, ticking at his lips, yet he remains silent.

He sits through her excuses, tight lipped and feigning understanding, feigning
love. But inside, he feels his stomach ties in knots, his gut clenches, and he
feels like dying.

Never once does she apologize.

Elrond cannot even bring himself to look at her as she speaks, seemingly
unaware that he abandonment did to him and Elros, unconcerned that she left her
two small children to the mercy of her childhood monsters.

“it was their fault, you know.”

Elrond understands.

“They never should have sacked Sirion.”

Elrond agrees.

“If it weren’t for them, I could have stayed with you.”

At that, bites the inside of his lip so hard that he tastes copper.

No one made her leave, no one
made her abandon her people, no one made her
abandon him.

No one except herself, that is. And for some reason, she refuses to acknowledge
this.

Elrond tries to understand her, tries the sympathize with her.  But as a Lord responsible for the lives of people,
as a father, he cannot.  

He leaves quickly after that, hugging her stiffy, and she returns with
equal coldness. And he expects no less, for he is no Silmaril, he is not worth
her time. Not worth her sorrow. He wasn’t worth it as a small defenseless
child, why would he be worth it now.

All these years, he felt guilty for the grudge he held against her, made
himself love her, claimed her heritage in Middle Earth, glorified her being. And
for what?

For this? A cold, stubborn woman who refuses to acknowledge her
wrongdoings, who hides behind the deeds of others while ignoring her own.

It’s sickening and pathetic. It’s sad.

He was a fool to have thought she would have apologized to him of all
people.

He’s only her son.

After that, he never visits Elwing again.

–
I always wonder exactly how the confrontation
between Elrond and Elwing would be, and while I personally would want it to be
angry and vicious, that’s not in Elrond’s character. And I suppose this part is
a bit easier to right considering I confronted my own father about abandoning
me, and he really just made excuses…so yeah, I feel you Elrond :,D  

hope you ❤ my headcanon  😀 next is thranduil, or lindir, or who knows?