A Title Bequeathed

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A Title Bequeathed

19th of the First Seed 1573

Amdiron was walking through the wild on a trail overgrown with vegetation. Up ahead a man hobbled along, a dark cloak drawn about him. As he got closer Amdiron noticed something familiar about the man. He stopped.

‘Do I know you?’ he inquired. The man drew back his hood.

‘Alfurst! Is that really you?’. Amdiron was in shock.

‘Yes Amdiron, it is me. The fates have guided me well’

Amdiron looked overjoyed and ran up to embrace Alfurst, who grunted in pain.

‘Is everything alright?’ Amdiron looked worried.

‘Well, actually no. I’m dying’ A look of grief was instantly shown on Amdiron’s face.

‘No, no you can’t be’ he said with a tone of disbelieving in his voice.

‘Sit down and let us talk’ Amdiron sat down on a log next to where he was.

‘The years have taken their toll on me and I am aged. Nothing can be done to help me’ Alfurst explained. ‘But I must tell you something. Something your parents would have told you when the time was right’

‘What is it?’

Alfurst waited a few seconds before responding.

‘You are descended from the house of Elendil’

‘Really?’ exclaimed Amdiron

‘Not directly, but you still have some of its blood in your veins’

‘So that means my true name is Amdiron Eradon-Elendil?’ inquired Amdiron, but no answer came. When he looked back he saw Alfurst unmoving. Amdiron checked his pulse, realising that he was dead.

‘Van’ayla brother, may your soul rest in peace’ 

Amdiron dug a grave next to a large willow tree and buried Alfurst there. He walked off, following the long path as rain hammered down from the heavens.