Long Live the King

Elros Tar-Minyatur is dying - Númenor mourns.  Our first King, surely to be our greatest King, who wrought all around us.  Unheralded, for no message was sent, sails are sighted from Lindon.  Rumour abounds.  A mighty Elven lord, say some.  The herald of Gil-Galad, say others. 

No.

This is just a grieving brother, facing the final, bitter parting from his long-sundered twin.  A brother - surely questioning the choices made so long ago.  Words are unspoken; sorrow replaced by love and acceptance.  The eyes of one grow dim, closing under the tender caress of the other. 

The King is dead.