Fallen star Elenion

Chapter 7: The star of Elenna

Numenor

The sea was calm as Y/n stood at the bow of the ship, watching the distant shores of Númenor rise like a dream from the mists of the sea. There was a strange weight in the air, as if the island itself recognized her, whispering in the winds that tangled in her hair. She had heard the stories, of course—how the island had once been called Elenna named after the most beautiful star in the heavens.

Her star.

Elenion's heart quickened. The island, named after her—the star of her own name, Elenion the one she shared with Eärendil. The thought made her feel both honored and haunted. She remembered the star that guided the Dúnedain to safety, to this land that now stood as a monument to their endurance. She would have never thought that she, of all people, would be drawn to this place, to an island that had once looked to her star for guidance.

A voice interrupted her thoughts. One of the ship's workers, a broad-shouldered man with salt-and-pepper hair, was asking her about the island. She turned to him, forcing a smile.

"Do you know why Númenor was once called Elenna?" she asked softly.

The man shook his head, intrigued.

"Because of the star Eärendil, the brother star of Elenion, the brightest in the sky. It was that star that led your ancestors here. This island is named after the light of the stars, after hope."

The man nodded thoughtfully, murmuring a word of thanks as he left her to her thoughts. Y/n's gaze drifted back to the island, a strange feeling growing in her chest. She couldn't shake the eerie connection she felt to this place.

By the time they docked, the bustling harbor of Rómenna greeted her with the scent of sea salt and the hum of activity. Among the welcoming party stood a tall man, his presence commanding yet humble. He approached with steady steps, his dark hair swept back from his face.

"I am Elendil, Captain of the King's Ships," he said, inclining his head in respect. "You must be our visitor from Lindon."

Y/n nodded, her voice calm but her mind racing. "I'm Y/n but there are also people who know me under the name Elenion."

Elendil's brow furrowed for a moment. The name sparked something in his memory, but he couldn't quite place it. "Elenion..." he repeated, almost as if testing the word. "I feel as though I know that name, though I cannot say from where."

The exchange left Y/n feeling even more unsettled, as if the island was hiding something just beyond her reach. Elendil, however, was intrigued. The name "Elenion" stirred something in his mind, something from old tales and legends, but he couldn't quite place it. He resolved to look deeper into her history once his duties were complete.

Later that evening, Elendil sat in his study, combing through old scrolls and records. The name Elenion appeared again and again in ancient Númenórean texts—linked to the stars, to the distant past when the Dúnedain had first arrived on the island. She was more than just a visitor from Lindon. She was part of the very fabric of Númenor's ancient story.

He knew then that Elenion's arrival was no mere coincidence. The stars, the whispers of prophecy, all seemed to lead to her. She was tied to something much larger than any of them could see, and Elendil understood the weight of her presence here.

When he learned that Elenion had been granted an audience with Tar-Palantir, he was both relieved and anxious. Tar-Palantir had long been known as a seer, one who understood the deeper threads of fate. Elendil could only hope that whatever came next would lead Númenor toward wisdom—and not toward ruin.