This story was written for BMEM Day 12, for the quote: "He changed the fashion of the world; and a great chasm opened in the sea between Númenor and the Deathless Lands, and the waters flowed down into it, and the noise and smoke of the cataracts went up to heaven, and the world was shaken. And all the fleets of the Númenóreans were drawn down into the abyss, and they were drowned and swallowed up for ever." As awful as that destruction is, it's the collateral damage, both on Númenor and Middle-earth, that always threatened to crush my heart.
In a note to "The Disaster of the Gladden Fields" in Unfinished Tales, Tolkien tells us that Meneldil was "born in the year 3318 of the Second Age, and that he was the last man to be born in Númenor." Númenor fell the next year, making him at most two years old in this story. His sentences are a bit complex for a child of that age, which I attribute to his Elvish heritage, however distant, and also his native intelligence. (Tolkien describes the adult Meneldil as "farseeing.") But I imagine him living a sheltered life in Númenor and so not being very emotionally mature at this point, which I hope will explain why he doesn't realize the girl is dead.
Beta'd by Linda Hoyland. Any remaining typos are mine.
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