Adorable little Eldar
Lord Oromë was a busy Vala, and usually, it wasn’t him who was in charge of retrieving the training hunting puppies, but his Maiar.
He was not sure himself, as to why this particular energetic one had opened a special place in his heart for himself to the point he managed his training on his own.
Orome wasn’t one to choose favorites. That was his lord, Manwë, not him. He loved all his apprentices and his hounds equally, but the Great Hound who was still so small had become an exception after all these Millenia.
So that was why he was there, looking for his wayward puppy who definitely wasn’t in the place he had told him to be when he left him almost two weeks ago, or anywhere else in near sight.
Instead, he found a silver-haired Elfling who, as far as Oromë was aware, had no business being there at all.
The child was sleeping, hugging a small bow and quiver full of tiny arrows close to his chest. The sight had him coo out loud despite his annoyance.
Eldar were adorable, but the small ones who had a love for hunting even more so.
What was one so young doing there, so far away from his parents? He looked to be one of the Lindar with that bright hair. So, why was he there, miles away from Alqualondë?
As much as it pained him to disturb his peaceful slumber, he had to know where he was from or where his parents were. He could not stay there alone.
So he knelt down and once he was eye to eye with the child, poked him lightly on his nose. The small face scrunched up a little, but beside that, silver-haired showed no more reactions.
Oromë sighed and sat down. It was going to be a long day.
Based on my work, Hasty in Guilt.
You can read it here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50669464/chapters/127997449
