Dragons of the Mind

Gondor.

Minas Tirth.

The Citadel.

Rellan holds the infant Alec in his arms, bouncing him up and down. The infant smiles and Rellan's face turns bright.

"Oh, little one. What futures lay ahead of you." Rellan said. "In time the Elves will learn to call you Elearedan. And those not parted by the sea will bow before your feet. Because you are what is promised. You will be the Sword. The Orphan of Illuvatar, you will say. But you are mine. You are perfect. You will be the slayer of the dragons of the mind."

Rellan held the infant to his chest and grimaced with slight madness.