#standnomatterwhat

Can you tell us what words you used to comfort Elrond after the fall of Eregion?

The Ashes We Stand Upon

My dear friend, of course… but first, I must tell you this: Comfort is a fragile thing in the wake of ruin. Words alone cannot mend what was lost, nor can they turn back time to undo the weight of grief, especially when it carves itself deeply into a heart. And for some, that weight is a familiar burden.

Yes, Elrond has known loss before. He was born into it. He has carried it since childhood, as a son of two worlds, as a child of war, as the one who stayed behind. And yet, despite it all, I saw in him something unbroken. A hope, an innocence that had withstood time.

But Eregion… Eregion was different.

And so, Elrond stood before me after its fall, not broken, but burdened. This loss was heavier, not only because of the city that burned but because of the weight left in its ashes. His father foresaw it: Celebrimbor’s fate, the burden placed into his hands. And when the moment came, he could not change it.

He could not stop it.

Neither could I.

I warned Celebrimbor. I told him Annatar was not what he seemed. I cautioned patience, restraint, and wariness. But I did not force his hand. I let him choose. I sent Elrond with reinforcements. But by the time he arrived, Eregion was already lost.

I did not act soon enough.

I could have stood before Elrond and told him this, that he was not alone in his grief, that I, too, carry the weight of failure.

But I did not.

Because I know this pain is not one that words can mend.

But pain does not dictate the end. Loss and defeat do not dictate the end.

I have seen great kingdoms fall, their names fading into memory, their halls turned to dust. But I have also learned this: the measure of a leader is not in what they lose but in what they build from the ashes. That is what I told him, not in so many words, not in grand speeches, but in the quiet certainty that the path before him had not closed… only changed.

“Eregion is gone. But we are not. You are not, Elrond. And where there is still breath, there is still hope.”

I did not leave him to mourn what was lost without offering him a way forward. If all we had left was ruin, I would see that ruin turned into something new. So I gave him that choice, not as a command, but as a path. To remain in the past or to forge something that could rise as a beacon of light.

What he is building will not be born of fire or ambition but of endurance. Of the refusal to let history end in sorrow. A place that will always remind him he must stand, no matter what.

Because even when all seems lost, there is always a spark of hope.