#mîráre and legolas

[iamjaynaemarie]

There's nothing more adorable than men doting on their children--or Elranduil playing matchmaker with toddlers. Something like that. Thranduil finds it amusing.

Tatháron means “willow tree” in Sindarin, by the way. He created Thranduil’s armor before the War of the Last Alliance in Book II: The Saga of Thranduil.

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Chapter XXI (EXT): The Best of Sons (Part VIII/c) 

“Not long after Aragorn left us, life returned to form. Aradúlin had given birth to a daughter much to the chagrin of Aranduil; now old enough to voice his thoughts rather loudly much to my amusement. Though I worried about Súlelenth as her time grew near, Êlúriel reassured everyone that she was in good spirits and stronger than expected. I saw otherwise in her eyes but said  nothing to her as I went about my duties.

As I spoke with Fëaluin one day in the hall, I felt a tug on my robe. I looked down to see Aranduil—his eyes wide with curiosity.

“Yes,” I asked. “What is the matter, Aranduil?”

“Up,” he demanded. I looked at Fëaluin trying hard not to laugh. I bent down and picked Aranduil up.

“You are up,” I said. “Is there something the matter?”

“You cannot hear me down there,” he said. “You are taller than I am.”

Fëaluin started to laugh.

“Well, I can hear you quite well now,” I answered. “What is it you want to say?”

“Why are there so many girls,” he asked genuinely concerned. “There are too many girls.”

“I do not understand,” I said.

“Nana had a girl now uncle says there is another.”

“I do not understand, Aranduil,” I said. “Another girl?”

“Yes,” he said sternly. “Êlenuil said there is another one now.”

Fëaluin and I looked at each other—our faces racked with concern. Before we could say another word, Ëariâth arrived.

“There you are, Aranduil,” she said. “Why did you wonder off?”

He looked at me then looked at her defiantly.

“He is the king,” he said.

“Aranduil tells me there is another girl,” I said as Ëariâth took him from me. 

“Súlelenth has given birth, yes?”

“Yes,” she said smiling. “She is faring rather well.”

“You have seen her,” Fëaluin asked.

“Of course. Someone must keep watch over Nenduîl and Tárimë—never mind this one.”

“Aranduil,” he said frowning. “I am Aranduil.”

“Yes, I know,” Ëariâth answered, flustered.

“Êlúriel is with her,” I asked.

“I was,” a voice said from behind us. Êlúriel walked toward me smiling.

“If you will pardon us,” Ëariâth said making a quick courtesy and going on her way.

“I shall see about Eldôr,” Fealuin said as he bowed and took his leave.

“How is Súlelenth,” I asked. “You are smiling. Shall I think her well?”

“You may,” Êlúriel said. “She is resting now. You may see her when she rises.”

“And the child,” I asked. “Aranduil has expressed his discontent on the arrival of another girl.”

“Did he,” she said, laughing. “He will have to accept that his new cousin is a darling little girl as his sister Auríel.”

“What will I call Súlelenth’s child?”

“Eärluin,” she answered. “She looks very much like her mother.”

“And you and Ëariâth say she is well,” I asked once more.

“As well as one can after such an ordeal.”

“Well, I know better than to presume what the fairer of us goes through,” I began. “I have been married long enough to know not to ask either.”

Êlúriel smiled at me.

“You have learned something after all these years,” she said.

“I share my chambers with you,” I began. “It is far more pleasant when I do not have to win a disagreement."

**** **** **** ****

It was nearing the end of Autumn—a few days short of Lasselanta—two years later that news would come from Rivendell. In my study, I sat alone reading when the doors opened. I did not see anyone enter, but I had my suspicions.

“Is that you, Eärluin,” I asked. 

A small child appeared peeking around my table—a head full of earthen curls and green eyes. She made her way over to me for me to take her and set her on my lap. Since she had begun to walk, she seemed wander into my study often. I continued reading as Eärluin leaned into my chest observe. Just then,  Fëaluin and Eldôr entered.

“A messenger just arrived from Rivendell,” Fëaluin said handing me a small note affixed with the seal of Rivendell. I opened it and began to read. When I was done, I put it down.

“Where is this messenger,” I asked. “Does he remain with us?”

“Yes,” Eldôr answered. “He awaits outside the doors.”

I nodded and Fëaluin waved to the guards. The doors opened and into the room came a familiar face.

“Your Majesty,” he said as he bowed to me. “It has been a long time.”

“Glorfindel,” I said. “It has been quite a long time.”

“I see you have been rather busy,” he said, referring to Eärluin sitting straight up on my lap and looking at Glorfindel with curiosity.

“You have word from Elrond,” I asked ignoring him. “It must be important if he sent it by you.”

“It is a matter of grave importance,” he said, his face falling. “You know of the awakening of evil once again in Mordor.”

“I do,” I answered. “Am I to guess that Aragorn told you of that hideous creature Gollum that escaped from my dungeons.”

“Not particularly,” he said. “But it is what that creature seeks that Sauron wants again he once lost.”

“I got nothing from Gollum of any worth,” I said. “If Elrond wants from me knowledge of what either of them seeks, your journey was for nought.”

“You read his letter,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Then you know what was asked of you,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Your answer is no,” he asked.

“My answer is not mine to give,” I said. “It will fall upon Legolas to decide.”

There was a painful silence that befell my study. The doors opened and Legolas entered with Mîráre.

“Ada, have you seen,” he began. “There she is.”

The two of them came to me and Mîráre took Eärluin from me. I stood up.

“Legolas, stay,” I said, motioning to Mîráre to leave. She could tell something was wrong and left quickly.

“What is it,” Legolas answered.

“Elrond has asked me to send someone to Rivendell,” I said. “He has asked me to give to a quest a prince of the realm. That would be you.”

Legolas seemed taken aback for a moment. He looked around the room curiously—looking at Glorfindel.

“Me,” he asked. “You would allow me to leave for such a quest?”

“I am afraid it is not up to me,” I said. “You are of age, Legolas. The decision must be yours to make.”

Legolas nodded, bowed and took his leave quickly.

“Rest, Glorfindel,” I said. “You will have your answer shortly. I know my son.”

He bowed and followed Fëaluin out the doors.

I sat down and turned my gaze to the thunderous falls beyond my balcony. “He wants to do this, Thranduil,” Eldôr said. “As he has always done before.”

“I know,” I said softly. “I will not keep him from it and neither will his mother. She spoke of his destiny long ago. It is his time now.”

**** **** **** ****

The morning Legolas would leave, every memory I had rose to the surface and flowed through me with great emotion. On this day, Êlúriel and I would stand before the gates of Mirkwood to say farewell to our son.

The walk to the gates seemed far too long and too quick. When I stepped into the first light of day, I could see Legolas with Elenadar, Elenatar, Tarthôn and Aruilos. They would escort Legolas to Rivendell and Tarthôn would return on his brother’s horse. When Legolas saw me, he ran to me. I could see the little boy he had been behind the elven prince he had become. His life was his own to live beyond what I had given him.

“I am ready, Father. Mother,” he said.

“I am not, I am afraid,” I said. “But you are no longer a child.”

“I remember many things,” Legolas said. “But none so wonderful as being your son.”

I could not say anything. I was aged, yet youth had not left my face or my stature diminished. It would be the same for most of the elves of Arda. Looking into the face of my son, I could see many things. I saw the newborn in my arms and now I was sending a man into a world that had yet to find itself at peace.

“I have done many things in my life, Legolas,” I began. “There are things I long to remember and things I wish to forget. I was given many things in my life. Born to a king, I became one. I loved the most beautiful of creatures and she gave me my greatest treasure. You. I have not always been the best of fathers, but I was given the best of sons. I am the King of Mirkwood, but I am first and always your father. That is my crowning glory. Return to us, Legolas.”

He embraced me and smiled. I knew I was crying. I knew that behind me on this day stood an kingdom watching the heir to its throne leave for Rivendell. I did not care what anyone thought--I was once again losing a part of my heart to this world that had taken from me so much.

“I will return, Ada,” he said smiling. “Nothing will keep me from you.”

I was taken by those words as they were what I had said once a long time ago to Êlúriel the night before I left for war. It was a promise I kept.

Êlúriel embraced him as tears rolled down her face.

“I am proud of you, my little Greenleaf,” she said.

Isílriel was next to embrace her brother.

“What will I do without you,” she asked.

“If I know my sister, you will get on without me for awhile,” he said. “Look after our family, Isílriel. Especially Tarthôn. Do not tell him I said that.”

She laughed and as she released Legolas and we watched him walk away.

I smiled. Fëaluin looked at me curiously.

“Why do you look at me, Fëaluin,” I asked. “Do I amuse you?"

“You have become the king your father always knew you would be.” 

Legolas mounted his horse. Elenadan and Elenatar would escort him to Rivendell. I watched my son ride away until I saw him no more. As the dusk began to fall upon Mirkwood, I knew that Legolas would return and my kingdom and all of Arda would be changed forever.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-08-17

Images: ©2001, 2002, 2003. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. All Rights Reserved.

[iamjaynaemarie]

A little preparation of Legolas' Birthday Celebration Month (May): Legolas has a crush on a elleth (elf-maid) named Mîráre. Naturally, he's going to deny he likes her while simultaneously saying he does. Youth is wasted on the young.

[iamjaynaemarie]

A Valentine’s Day Exclusive: Part of Chapter I: I am Legolas Lasgalen from Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen from The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy. Meet Mîráre, the one he calls Everleaf. His goodbye before he leaves for the Fellowship of the Ring. Not his first kiss, but his last in Middle-Earth.💋 Also, it is elven Tuesday, Aldúya/Aldëa or Treesday and the day he was conceived and born.

[iamjaynaemarie]

Not everything in the Woodland Realm is harsh, scary or serious: sometimes there are pillow fights--well, at least with Thranduil and Elranduil. [If you haven't noticed, Thranduil's cousin likes to tease him often].

🚨 SPOILER ALERT 🚨:

**Note**: Aranduil and his sister Auríel (ext. ver.) has four great-grandfathers: Thranduil, Elranduil, Tatháron and Nimlos--through his parents Elendôr and Aradúlin (son of Ardôr, son of Elranduil and daughter of Tarthôn, foster-son of Thranduil respectively. Tarthôn is married to Eäriath, daughter of Nimlos while Ardôr is married to Ninyáre, daughter of Tatháron. Ninyáre is the mother of Elendôr and his older brother Êlenuil and she is also the sister of Legolas’ girlfriend Mîráre).

Yeah, the Appendix needs a chart (WIP)--wait until you get to the First Age--you’ll want to kill me--or mildly injured. 😬 I had to go and make things so complicated.

I’m having a blast. 😁

[iamjaynaemarie]

An appropriate and fitting end to a beyond spectacular two years for The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy. I feel good enough to give away one secret found embedded in the last download (and forth coming in all extended versions in the final versions):

Lasúriel—the daughter of Legolas and Mîráre Lasuil. Her name technically means “leaf maiden”. She’s one of the last generations of elves born in Middle-Earth; particularly, Mirkwood and heir to the throne (as she’s born to Thranduil’s first born). She won’t be in the original Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen, but she will be in Book II: The Saga of Thranduil--Extended Version (final) and Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen--Extended Version.

Lasúriel has cousins, of course: TBA--the son of Isílriel (daughter of Thranduil and Êlúriel) and the son of Elwen, youngest child and only daughter of Elranduil and Ardúin. Coming soon--still deciding where to put the “Extras” properly..this stuff is hard to keep up with even when I’m the one writing. I think I know how Professor Tolkien felt creating all that stuff. Not only is it addicting, it’s very confusing. But I had to make it even--Aranduil was complaining about too many girls and we can’t upset Aranduil, can we?

May it be a great 2018 in the Woodland Realm.

I can’t wait to get to Baby Oropher--can you imagine? Oh, then there’s Baby Thranduil. I think he’s on track to be a favorite like his daughter Isílriel...or did people like Aranduil and Eärluin more? I’m partial to Sîrandír, Sîrandor, Sûlrandír and Sílrandor and their fathers Elenadar and Elenatar who get to meet Elladan and Elrohir in Book III. I didn’t want Elrond to go nuts so I only let the first set of twins escort Legolas to Rivendell (be grateful--in the very first draft I sent all of them--and I know no one here can tell then apart because I can’t tell them apart).

[iamjaynaemarie]

From Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen (Greenleaf). Legolas says good-bye to the one he calls Lasuil (Everleaf), Mîráre (sister of Ninyáre, mother of Êlenuil Everstar).

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Chapter XXV: (EXT) Battle in the North (Pt I)

“At first light, Celeborn, Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin left for Lothlórien with the escorts chosen for them. Fëaluin stood with me as we watched them disappear beneath the forest brush before us.

“I grow tired of war, Fëaluin,” I said. “I do not think I can fight another battle.”

“You can and you will,” he said. “This war is unlike any we have seen or will see again. There is not a creature in this world that must bear arms against this evil.”

“It seems I lost my father and Melros not more than a day ago,” I said. “Now Legolas is out there somewhere doing what I must do once more. If I can fall in his place, then at least I will find some peace.”

“You will not fall,” he said. “You are not destined to fall.”

“How do you know this, Fëaluin,” I asked.

“My father told me that when you were born, Oropher said that his son would be the last great elven king in all of Arda.”

“Father said many things,” I answered. “Most of which while he had a bit too much miruvor to drink.”

“You are still here, are you not?”

“But for how long, Fëaluin,” I asked.

Soon Aranduil approached me and lifted his arms to me. I picked him up. He had just awoken and still in his nightclothes.

“Yes, Aranduil,” I asked. “What can I do for you?”

“Hold me, please,” he yawned.

Fëaluin laughed.

“Your great grandson seems to take after his other great grandfather.”

“Which one,” I asked. “Elranduil or Nimlos?”

“Must you ask, Thranduil,” he asked smiling.

We made our way into the palace just as Aradúlin came to me. I handed Aranduil to her.

“He seemed to have wandered away from the others this morning,” she said. 

“He is rather anxious this morning with all this talk of war.”

“How would he know of such things,” I asked.

“He wanders everywhere with Nenduîl and Tárimë. Where you go they will follow.”

This news disturbed me for I did not wish them to worry more than I knew they already had.

“Where are they now, Aradúlin,” I asked.

“I believe Linurial said they were in your chambers,” she answered.

“Yes,” Aranduil said. “They are in there. Nana, I am hungry.”

“Of course,” she said. She bowed and went her way with her son.

“I need to have a word with Nenduîl and Tárimë,” I said.

“Plenty, I would say,” Fëaluin said. He took his leave to my study and I went to my chambers.

I found Nenduîl and Tárimë resting in my bed—just waking for the morning. I sat beside Nenduîl on the bed as he slowly sat upright. “Nenduîl, have you been listening when you should not,” I asked as Tárimë sat up.

“Yes, Ada,” he said. “I want to know why you are leaving.”

“I am not leaving,” I said. “Not for some time. You should not listen on others without permission.”

“Why are you going away,” Tárimë asked. “Are you going away forever?”

“No, Tárimë,” I said. “I will return. But I must protect you, your sisters and everyone in Mirkwood from danger. You must not worry about such things.”

“Why not,” Nenduîl asked. “What if you die and never come back?”

“I do not know this nor do you,” I said. “You cannot worry about such things. I am here now.”

“You have to come back,” Nenduîl said. “Who will take care of us if you are gone?”

“I will take care of you,” I said. “I will return to you.”

“You promise you will, Ada,” Tárimë asked, crawling across the bed to embrace me.

“I once made a promise to return a long time ago and I kept it,” I said. “So I will make the same promise to you. I will return to you.”

“Then you will,” Nenduîl said. “You always keep your promises.”

“I try to keep them as I can,” I said.

As he embraced me, I thought as far as I could remember on all things I had promised to do. Each time I had kept my word and I wondered how I was able to do so. Then I realized how much I loved every one of them and would have done anything for them. Love had kept me from despair through many tragedies to keep my word. I knew I would again return home.

“You two must promise me something in return,” I said.

“Yes,” Tárimë asked.

“You must stop listening on whatever I say to others,” I said. “It is not for you to hear.”

“Then why do you say it so loud,” Nenduîl asked. “Sometimes we can hear you in the hall.”

I heard soft laugh come from no where.

“I will try better to speak softly if you promise to keep your ear from the door.”

“Yes, Ada,” they said sadly.

I heard the soft laughter once more and it was hard not to laugh in return.

“Now, it is time for you to eat,” I said. Go on. Aranduil is already in the dining hall I am sure.”

They quickly jumped off the bed and ran out the door.

“Êlúriel, you may come out now.”

She walked from behind her divider—a wide smile upon her face.

“I told you were loud,” she said as Elranduil peeked in. She kissed my cheek before walking out as he came in.

“I am not loud,” I shouted at her as her laughter reverberated through the hall.

“I hear Aranduil came to you this morning,” Elranduil said sitting beside me. 

“What did he say to you?”

“Hold me, please,” I answered.

“Oh,” he answered. “You realize he gets that from you. You were always doing that.”

“I beg your pardon,” I asked. “I never did such a thing.”

“You would always have to be held by Nimeithel every chance you could find—even in audience. But you eventually grew out of it once you were married.”

I looked at him crossly for a time before taking a pillow to his head.

“Well it is true,” he said, taking a pillow and hitting me back.

As we were partaking in a childish game, we hardly noticed Eldôr and Fëaluin standing inside the doorframe watching us.

“I was just having a word with Thranduil, Father,” Elranduil said hitting me one last time.

“I can see that, son,” Eldôr said. “Have you finished or would you care to continue your conversation?”

“No,” he said. “I have said all that was needed to be said.”

I hit him once more before putting down the pillow.

“Mirkwood’s greatest king,” Fëaluin said smiling.

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I stared at my armor for what seemed a lifetime as I sat alone in the familiar workshop of the smiths. It was my third and my last suit I would wear into battle. I could see years of wars in its reflection. I remembered the fallen and the blood-soaked fields where they fell. 

All things tragic and all things beautiful seemed to happen the day before no matter how long it had been. When you remember them, they are more than memory—they are reminders of why we continue to live. They are the hopes we hold onto for better days before us. They keep us from dying even when that is all we want to do.

“How do you like it,” I heard Tatháron ask. “It should fit you well.”

“It resembles my father’s,” I answered. “The one he died in during the War of the Last Alliance.”

“It was commissioned by your father for you when you became king,” he said. “My father created it. After Oropher was killed he made me and my mother swear never to allow you to see it. But it was Eldôr that asked me to bring it forward for you after Celeborn left.”

“Why,” I asked.

“Your mother asked him to do so if there came another great battle,” he said.

“Well, should I die, I should fall as my father, then.”

“You will not fall,” he said. “You are a great warrior.”

“Great warriors fall, Tatháron,” I said. “I have seen it happen time and again.”

“True, but not you,” he said.

He went from the room and returned with a mail of mithril.

“No,” I said. “Give it to Tarthôn.”

“He already has his own,” he said smiling. “All the princes have their own. I wish for my grandson to return as well.”

“Of course,” I smiled. “Elendôr.”

“Tárwen held me to my word to watch over Ninyáre and her sons before she left with Mîráre for Aman. At least one of them has gone to them.”

I could not tell him that Êlenuil was in Mithlond so I smiled and nodded.

“I will not ask how you came by so much mithril,” I said. “Know that I am grateful for it.”

I rose to leave to return to my study.

“When you return from battle,” Tatháron began, “What will you do?”

“I will not leave this world,” I said. “Not until I know what has become of Legolas. Only then will I decide.”

I walked out of the foundry into the falling night. It was cool but the warmth of spring begun to emerge. It was night such as this long ago that after emerging from the caves, I met with Êlúriel before going to battle.

As I thought about her—wandering through the gardens in her flowing white dress her hair carrying the breeze gently beneath the night sky, I made my way toward my palace. It was quiet except for the creatures of the night lamenting the stars. From a distance I could see someone waiting at the gates.

When I grew closer, I realized it was Nimlos sitting upon the stone railing looking down into the river waters.

“Why are you out this evening,” I asked as I approached him. “I would think you would be with Sildúriel.”

“She is with Aruilos,” he said. “This will be his first battle. I cannot blame her concern. I worry as well. Perhaps even more. He is my only son.”

“I know how you must feel,” I said. “One son is out in the world and the other will join yours in battle.”

“My daughter would join him if it were not for Aranduil,” he said. “We both know how difficult Ëariâth can be.”

“She loves Tarthôn,” I said. “I could not ask for a better wife for my son.”

“I know you are thinking about more than your sons,” he said.

“Yes,” I said. “I am worried about Isílriel. She is as stubborn as her mother. That is not a secret easily kept.”

“True, Thranduil,”  he answered. “She is reminds me of Êlúriel’s mother Annariel. Born fighters, this clan.”

I laughed remembering my little Isilya eagerly watching her brothers practicing with their bows and always wanting to join them. Then my thoughts drifted to Êlúriel.

“Before we went to Dagorlad, I promised Êlúriel I would return to her,” I said. “I kept my word but I what if I cannot keep my word this time?”

“You always keep your word,” Nimlos said. “I have always liked that about you.” I smiled remembering when we first met.

“Besides,” I said. “If I did not keep my word Êlúriel would scold me for it and would never allow me to forget.”

Nimlos laughed.

“She inherited that from her mother, I am afraid. Poor Uncle. Whenever he had words with his wife, everyone could tell by the look on his face. I find it rather amusing to see that same look on Aramoth’s face after he has words with my sister.”

“It must run in your family,” I said laughing. “She may be young, but Tárimë is quite adept at it as well.”

We laughed together for a moment. I began to feel like myself for a moment. “Ada,” a voice said.

We turned to see Nenduîl running toward us. He leapt into my arms and embraced me.

“Why are you out this late,” I asked “Is your sister sleeping?”

“Yes, Ada,” he said. “I was looking for you.”

“You have found me, Nenduîl,” I said. “Shall I take you to bed?”

“Look, Thranduil,” Nimlos said.

I looked to see Arawë and Aldáros coming toward us frantically. Still winded, they bowed before me.

“Your Majesty,” Arawë began. “Randumîr sent word that a horde of glamhoth march this way and will arrive by morning.”

“What else did he say,” I asked.

“One horde attacked the borders of Lothlórien not long after Lord Celeborn returned,” Aldáros said. Another attack they will endure tomorrow.”

Nimlos and I looked at one another concerned.

“Follow Nimlos into the palace,” I commanded. “I must do something first.

Nimlos, call after Fëaluin and will come to you in my study.”

They bowed and all of them made their way into the palace.

“Will you fight tomorrow, Ada,” Nenduîl asked.

“Yes, Nenduîl,” I said carrying him toward the main gates. “I will fight tomorrow.”

“Will you win,” he asked as I entered the palace and walked toward his chambers.

“Yes,” I said. “I would not worry but you and your sister must stay inside the palace. Give me your word.”

He nodded as his chamber doors were opened and I tucked him into bed. I looked upon him for a moment then kissed his forehead. 

“Sleep,” I said. “I will see you when I return.”

He nodded and drifted off. I went to Tárimë and kissed her as she slept. As I was leaving, I heard a voice.

“I will be here when you come back,” Tárimë whispered. “I promise, Ada.” I turned and smiled then quickly left to prepare for battle. On my way down the hall, I was met by Êlúriel.

“Go on, my love,” she said softly. “I will see you upon your return.”  

I kissed her.

“Do not leave the palace,” I commanded. “Give me your word.”

“I will remain in the palace,” she said, smiling. “I give my word.”

I kissed her again and quickly made my way down the hall.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-20-17

Images: ©2012, 2013, 2014. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey, The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug, The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies. All Rights Reserved.

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Chapter XXII (EXT): The Death of Súlelenth (Part I)

“Legolas was gone—the son I tried desperately to protect from the world was now in that world vowing to save it from the shadow that had returned. I spent the days after his departure tortured with thoughts of losing him in many ways. It was not until Tarthôn and Aruilos returned from Rivendell safely did I find peace.

As I stood with Êlúriel, Aruilos’ wife Nimlúin, Ëariâth and Aradúlin, I began to notice how time had passed—Aradúlin held her youngest child Auríel, a spritely child with the darkest hair and grey eyes.

My household had grown but none would come from me. Legolas had left Mîráre behind and she became so distraught, her sister Ninyáre could not console her. In sadness, she left Mirkwood with her mother, Tárwen for Mithlond. As I was my father’s only heir, Legolas was mine but I knew he would never sit on the throne.

“Have you seen Súlelenth,” Aradúlin asked. “I have not seen her for two days, nor have I seen Êlenuil. What do I tell Nenduîl and Tárimë?”

“They went to see her family in Dale,” Ëariâth answered. “They should return before long. They have Eärluin and their cousins to keep them company.”

Êlúriel’s face seemed disturbed by those words, but said nothing—her eyes unmoved westward waiting patiently. Êlenuil and Súlelenth had gotten my blessing to leave.

Once we saw Tarthôn and Aruilos riding toward us with Elenadar and Elenatar, the mood brightened. As stable hands came for the horses, his wife and daughter met Tarthôn. Aruilos approached me and bowed as Nimlúin went to him.

“Your Majesty,” he said. “All is well. Elrond sends his gratitude.”

“How was it there,” I asked. “Was it as beautiful as they say?”

“Very much so,” he said. “We were fortunate to have met Elrohir and Elladan. You can imagine the trouble with having Elenadar and Elenadar present. I would think having two sets of twins did not sit well with Erestor or Lindir.”

“Well, then,” I said smiling. “It was best they left their sons with us. Four pairs would have driven them mad. Nimlos waits for you in the study.”

He smiled and bowed as he made his way into the palace with his wife, sister and mother.

“What of Legolas,” Êlúriel asked. “What he received well?”

“Yes, Nana,” Tarthôn said. "He took to chatting straight away as always."

Tarthôn came to me quietly and stood before me, looking down.

“What is the matter, Tarthôn,” I asked. “Do you miss Legolas already?”

“I do,” he said. “But I worry how you will do without him here, Ada.”

“I will do as well as I can,” I said. “But you are still here and we will greet him together when he returns.”

He looked up and smiled. Even now, so many years after he was left in my care, he felt I did not love him as much as Legolas. Unlike Orísil, he never quite felt a part of the family.

“Tarthôn,” I began. “Did you by chance see Elrond’s daughter while you were there?”

“Yes,” he answered. “As beautiful as it has been said. She is very much taken with Aragorn. I did not see him until the day we were to leave. There had come another man and one they call Gandalf and one of the dwarves that had come here before.”

We started into the palace through the gates. I was curious about the dwarves—I remembered the ones I had met after the battle of Dale and had wondered about them.

“Tell me more,” I said. “I am intrigued.”

“I believe his name was Glóin,” he said. “I recall he was there with his son Gimli. But there was a rather old creature there. He was there when we had arrived. He seemed rather fond of looking at Legolas from a distance as to have known him.”

“I shall see you later,” Êlúriel said, kissing Tarthôn’s cheek and taking her leaves as we entered my study where the entire council was in attendance.

“Aruilos, what was the name of that creature,” Tarthôn asked. “I seemed to have forgotten.”

“You mean the Hobbit,” he answered. “His name was Bilbo Baggins from the Shire.”

I stopped and found myself smiling—thinking about my little friend. To know he was still alive made me happy, though I wondered why he was so far from his home.

“As long as Legolas made it safely to Rivendell,” Fëaluin said. “That is what matters.”

“Yes, it is,” Ardôr said sternly. “I am happy for my dear cousin, Fëaluin. But it has been two days and I have not heard from my son. Perhaps we should have sent with him some protection. He is, after all, a Prince of the Realm.”

“You could have gone with him,” Eldôr said. “Or sent Elendôr along with him. The distance is not far.”

“He is fine, Ada,” Elendôr said. “He just worries about Súlelenth."

“Perhaps but they are among Men,” Ardôr sighed. “I am sure they would do a great deal more to my son than would the Elves in Rivendell.”

“We have never had issue with Dale or Esgaroth,” Elranduil said. “You are making far too much of this.”

“He is my son, Ada,” he said. “I have every right to make anything of this that I please.”

“You worry far too much, Ardôr,” I said. “Your son is of age. He has returned many times and he will again.”

“I know,” he said. “It is Súlelenth. She grows weaker.”

Aramír and Aramoth whispered to Nimlos as Orísil entered the room.

“They have returned, brother,” he said to Ardôr.

We walked out into the hall is where we saw Êlenuil and Súlelenth approaching. She smiled at me but I could see she was not well.

“Súlelenth, you do not look well,” I said.

“He is right,” Êlenuil said, touching her face. “You are rather warm.”

“I am fine, Êlenuil,” she said. “I want to see my children.”

Those were the last words she would say outside of her chambers. She collapsed into Êlenuil’s arms.

“Súlelenth,” he cried loudly, bringing everyone out of the study.

“Send for Nenloth and Nimlúin,” Fëaluin said. “Nimlos, help Êlenuil take her to her room. Elranduil, find Linurial. She is with Ardúin.”

I could not move—my thoughts were frozen.

“Do not worry, Thranduil,” Elranduil said. “Perhaps she is just be exhausted from traveling.”

“I’ll go after Nana,” I heard Tarthôn say to me as he disappeared in the swirling activity of the court.

“Send for her family,” Eldôr told Elendôr. “Take your brother with you.”

“And Elenadar and Elenatar,” Fëaluin added. “Night is falling and you will need to return before sunrise.”

“I will see to Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin,” Orísil said. He turned to Ardôr. “You should do as much, Brother. Should something happen to their mother, your words will not be forgotten by those that heard them.”

Ardôr looked at me then slowly followed Orísil away.

I left for my chambers—I feared what I might learn of Súlelenth’s condition. As I entered, I lay on my bed looking at the ceiling above. What seemed to me a lifetime was no more than a few hours when my chamber doors opened and Nenduîl and Tárimë stood beside me. They were in their nightclothes—still in their youth but slightly taller than before.

“We came to see you,” Tárimë said. “Nana said you were not well.”

“Your mother is well,” I asked, sitting. “She is not ill?”

“She is ill,” Nenduîl said climbing into bed and sitting on one side of me as his sister sat on the other. “She told us to come see you. She said you were sad.”

“I am worried about your mother,” I said. “Where is Eärluin?"

“She is sleeping,” Tarime said, curling up next to me. “Do you have a mother?"

“Yes, I do,” I said. “She is far away right now.”

“Do you miss her,” Nenduîl asked. “I will miss my Nana.”

“Yes, I miss my mother,” I said thinking about her. “She was the Queen of Eryn Galen. She was the most beautiful Queen in all of Arda.”

“Nana says so,” Tárimë said yawning. “She says her mother saw her once with her favorite cousin.”

“Longest hair as white as snow,” Nenduîl said, laying his head down on my lap. “Almost to the ground.”

“Yes, it was,” I said. “Your mother told you this?”

“Yes,” Tárimë said sleepily. “Her mother told her when she was a child.”

“She told her all about the Queen,” Nenduîl said, yawning.

“Queen Nimeithel,” I said softly. “My mother.”

“Queen Êlúriel,” Tárimë said. “Queen Êlúriel, too.”

“You were named for her, Tárimë,” Nenduîl said. “I was named for you.”

“I do not understand,” I said as tears had begun to fall.

“I am Tárimë Silme,” Tárimë said falling asleep. “He is Nenduîl Nárisil.”

“Starlight and Fire Moon,” Nenduîl said and drifted off to sleep with his sister.

Once I knew they were sleeping soundly, I pulled away from them gently and tucked them in and slipped away to find Êlúriel.

**** **** **** ****

As the night wore on, Súlelenth had begun to grow weaker. Though she found comfort in her family, everyone knew she would not live much longer. Though I had seen death many times, this was the first time I would see the frailty of life. Elves escape mortality by nature but seldom by fate and the pain is no less real for us than for any living creature witness to fatality.

Not long before first twilight, Haldúir and Arímë arrived from Dale with Êlenuil and Elendôr. As I approached them, Êlúriel came running from outer colonnade toward us. Fëaluin came forward from my study.

“How is Súlelenth,” Arímë asked in a panic.

“She is not long for this world,” Êlúriel said sadly as she embraced her. “But Linurial said she was in good spirits though she grows weaker by the hour. Êlenuil is beside himself with grief.”

“Yes,” I said softly. “I suspect he would be, Êlúriel. Fëaluin, take them to their daughter. I would like a word with Êlúriel.”

Fëaluin nodded and led the couple away.

“Yes, Thranduil,” she asked quietly.

“The twins are asleep in our chambers,” I said. “Should I wake them so they may see their mother?”

“No,” she said. “There is time.”

“I cannot bear the thought of her children losing their mother,” I said. “Or Êlenuil losing his wife.”

Êlúriel looked at me, her eyes full of tears. She knew I was thinking back to when I almost lost her. Without saying a word, she ran away from me. I felt guilty for what I said in truth. I never found any pleasure in hurting anyone—even more so Êlúriel. I went into my study to await word on Súlelenth.

**** **** **** ****

By nightfall the next evening, I was still in my study—lost in thought of all that had happened. I thought about Êlúriel. I longed to have her in my arms more than ever before. It was a wanton selfishness that bothered me knowing that Êlenuil would never have the same luxury again.

“Thranduil, you are needed now,” I heard Fëaluin say. “Súlelenth is dying.”

Those words pierced my heart. She had become as much a daughter to me as Isílriel. I could not bear to bring myself to watch her die--no matter my duty as a king.

“I know what I must do,” I answered. “But I cannot bear it, Fëaluin. She is only a child. Too young to die.”

“No one is too young or too old to die,” he said. “Not even elves. But men are not given the choice of immortality. They are given the choice of how they will live their lives until they die. They are remembered by how they live not for how long. She will not have lived long, but she has lived well.”

“Have Nenduîl and Tárimë seen their mother,” I asked. “I am worried about them. Eärluin will not remember this day. They will no longer have a mother nor Êlenuil a wife.”

“They have,” he answered softly.

I rose from my chair I walked slowly into the hall and through the darkened corridors leading to where Súlelenth lay dying. I saw nothing but her with her mother and father—her once vibrant skin drained of color. Êlúriel stood with Ninyáre and Ardúin; their heads hung in sorrow.

Súlelenth looked toward me with a faint smile until she turned her glance onto the ceiling with the familiar look of death I had become acquainted over many centuries. I shut her eyes for eternal sleep and kissed her forehead.

“Namárië, Súlelenth,” I whispered. “Hên nîn, Princess of the Woodland Realm.”

I turned away and saw Êlenuil sobbing desperately at the end of her bed.

“Have you seen to your children, Êlenuil,” I whispered. “They need their father now.”

He looked at me—he face drenched in tears.

“I cannot,” he said. “I cannot.”

I nodded and took my leave with Eldôr, Fëaluin, Elranduil and Ardôr behind me. Once in the hall, turned to speak.

“Fëaluin, you know what needs to be done,” I said. “Do it quickly.”

“Yes, Thranduil,” he said and made his way toward my study.

“Where are their children”

“They are with Linurial,” Elranduil said quietly.

“Go to them, Ardôr.”

“I do not think I am the one that should do so,” he said.

“If your son will not go to them, you must,” Eldôr said. “They need someone right now.”

“Can you not go, Thranduil,” Ardôr asked me. “Like Êlenuil, my manner would do nothing for them. But you are closer to them than even their father.”

“You would ask me to do such a thing,” I asked. “I have many duties as king of this realm, but I cannot take responsibility for something that does not belong to me.”

“I am not asking you,” he said. “I am throwing myself upon your mercy as my king. I am begging. Please.”

“Very well,” I answered. “But you have much to explain to your father for your actions.”

“Yes, he does,” Elranduil said, glaring at his son.

I started away toward the children’s chambers. As I approached the doors, the guards opened the doors for me. When the children saw me, Nenduîl and Tárimë ran to me and embraced me as Eärluin continued to play alone in the corner—unaware she would never see her mother again.

“I knew you would come,” Tárimë said. “How is Nana?”

“She is gone from us,” I said. “She is gone.”

“I know,” Nenduîl said. “She would have come if she were well.”

“Where is Ardôr,” Linurial asked me.

“He is with his father now,” I said. “He was in no condition to come.”

She nodded and went to see about Eärluin as Ardúin came into the room.

“Go to Linurial,” I whispered to Nenduîl and Tárimë. I stood to address Ardúin.

“I know why Ardôr did not come, Thranduil,” she said. “He knows that Êlenuil wishes to leave for Mithlond. He told his father he would should Súlelenth die. Now that she has, he will take the journey.”

We moved our discussion into the hall so the children would not hear.

“He would leave his children,” I asked. “They have just lost their mother. Must they lose their father as well?”

“I know,” she said. “That is why he has chosen to leave.”

“I do not understand.”

“He wishes to leave his children in your care—yours and the Queen.”

I stared at Ardúin—my heart and my thoughts running in all directions at once. Those words harkened back to when Árendil left Tarthôn with me.

“May we stay with you,” Tárimë asked. She had heard what I tried to conceal and had come with her brother into the hall. “I want to stay with you.”

“Me as well,” Nenduîl said. “I want to stay.”

I looked down at them—their faces hard to resist. I loved them very much—as if they were my own. I wonder what Êlúriel would say.

“Yes, you may stay with me,” I said. “Both of you go find Aranduil. I wish to speak with Ardúin for moment—privately.”

They ran down the hall excitedly. I feared they were still too young to know all that was happening; their sister Eärluin even less.

“Ardôr cannot bring himself to see them,” she said. “It is not due to lack of affinity for them. Our son’s words have troubled him since he said them.”

“It is not for Ardôr I have concern,” I said. “It is with your son. The world is not as it was after the Battle in Dale. There is a far greater evil out there. His safe passage is not assured. Should something happen to him, he will truly leave his children fatherless. What would anyone have me tell them?”

She said nothing and lowered her head as she began to cry.

“He does not know himself, Thranduil,” she cried. “Neither you or Elranduil will speak of it. If you would, perhaps he would stay.”

“And risk his children to know what they are? They are far too young to comprehend any of this. Do they know what they are?”

“Yes,” she said. “Súlelenth told them.”

“What did she tell them,” I asked, my voice growing louder. “What did she say to them?”

“She told them their mother was human and their father was elven,” she whispered.

“Did you or anyone tell Súlelenth about Êlenuil,” I asked.

“No,” she said.

“Then Nenduîl and Tárimë do not know who they are,” I said. “It will be up to me to tell them. That is why Ardôr will not see them. This has nothing to do with Súlelenth. I will speak with both of them but not until after Súlelenth is laid to rest. If Êlenuil wishes to leave thereafter, I will let him do as he wishes. But know this, no matter what he decides, Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin belong to me.”

I left swiftly in a deepening anger I would keep to myself until the time came for it to be unleashed.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-09-17

Images: ©2012, 2013, 2014. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey, The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug, The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies. All Rights Reserved.

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Chapter XXI (EXT): The Best of Sons (Pt. VII/b)

“As the celebration of the wedding filled the halls with the sounds of music clinking classes and intoxicating chatter, my mind wandered into the past as I sat alone on my throne surveying the room. It seemed only yesterday I had married Êlúriel but there were faces missing—lost to the past and circumstance. A new generation of elves had taken the place of my own yet not erased our youth except in our eyes.

“His Majesty should join his guests,” Êlúriel said as she climbed the stairs toward me. “Your court misses you.”

“I doubt that, Êlúriel,” I answered. “I am quite sure the wine has taken their thoughts elsewhere. I am thankful for that.”

She laughed as she took my hand and gently pulled me out of my seat.

“Dance with me,” she said. “Please”.

“As you wish.”

We descended to the main floor as the music and talking fell silent as the court bowed to us. I slipped my hand around Êlúriel’s waist with her hand in the other. After a brief pause, the music started and we began to dance.

“See, dear husband,” she began. “The court missed your presence.”

“Of course,” I said. “After you reminded them I was still here.”

Elranduil and Ardúin took to the floor to join us as others followed—Fëaluin and Linurial, Nimlos and Sildúriel, Aruilos and Nimlúin, Ardôr and Ninyávë, Legolas and Mîráre, Tarthôn and  Ëariâth, Orísil and Arlúin, Aramír and Tínandril, Aramoth and Nenloth, Haldúir and Arímë, then Êlenuil and Súlelenth and Elendôr and Aradúlin.

I had to admit to myself that I was enjoying myself. After several turns around the floor, Eldôr came to me and whispered in my ear.

“It is time,” he said.

When Êlúriel and I stopped dancing, the court fell silent and bowed as we made our way to stand above the room to be heard with Eldôr and Fëaluin not far behind.

“Êlenuil and Súlelenth,” I started. "Elendôr and Aradúlin. Take you leave until tomorrow.”

The couples bowed and so they left—a long line of attendants behind them. Knowing what would transpire, I felt flushed as guilt fell over me.

“You may carry on,” Êlúriel said to the court and all returned to their reverie as she turned her attention to me. “After all this time, you still find yourself flustered, I see.”

“Yes,” I said as quietly as I could. “Can we discuss this later, Êlúriel?”

“If you will pardon me,” Eldôr said. “I must go have a word with Ardôr.”

“They are not going to do anything any wedded couple has not done before,” Êlúriel continued, ignoring Eldôr. I nodded to him and he took his leave with Fëaluin.

“Êlúriel, please.”

Her face turned cool—her eyes flickering. I took a step down and the room fell quiet. I offered Êlúriel my hand and she took it. We acknowledged the court and they bowed to us. With that we made our way to our chambers. Once inside, several dressers were there to take our ceremonial attire. Êlúriel came from behind the screen in her evening robes. I could tell she was angry again. Once the servants left us alone, I waited for my wife to speak and I was not disappointed.

“We have done this many times, Thranduil,” she began. “I think you find it unpleasant because you found our first night unpleasant.”

“I have been married to you for nearly three thousand years and I am still amazed at the words that seem to fall from your lips. After all this time, they have yet to come together and form anything resembling logic.”

“All of our children have gone their way,” she yelled.

“Yes, and the fact we had them should tell you how I found our first night together,” I yelled back.

“Tarthôn’s daughter was married this very day! What could possibly have you this way, Thranduil?”

“Why do you care what has me this way, Êlúriel,” I yelled. “Whatever this way I am, I have little notion of what you think the way I am is.”

She stared at me like she did not know who I was.

“What are you saying,” she asked.

“I do not know,” I answered. “Somewhere in nearly three thousand years I have begun to sound like you. I do not believe you have ever heard yourself, but this is how it sounds.”

“That was not nice, Thranduil,” she said pouting.

“I apologize,” I said. “But as long as we have been together, I find myself thrown a bit out of sorts whenever your moods change from one moment to the next or why they change. Please tell me what has you this way or is this something that happens to an elleth every time there is wedding?”

I could tell she was not moved as the look she gave burned through me.

“You would not understand,” she said.

“At last, we can agree on something,” I said. “But as I must share our chambers with you, please try to make me understand.”

“I thought you would think on this night and remember ours fondly,” she said. “But your face told the court otherwise.”

“No, my face told you otherwise,” I said. “I think I am the one that should be angry with you.”

“Why should you be angry,” she asked curiously.

“Because you are hard of hearing,” I said smiling.

“Oh, now you are being silly,” she said as she walked toward me.

“I get it from you,” I said. “You have that affect on me and yet, I continue to find myself in love with you. I must be delirious.”

“Why do you always become flustered on this night, Thranduil,” she asked, her anger fading.

“It has nothing to do with you so you can stop flattering yourself, my dear,” I said. “I think how I felt this night and know how terribly frightening it was.”

“You were frightened,” she asked, looking sad. “You said you were not.”

“I was not afraid of you, Êlúriel,” I said. “I was afraid I might not be to your liking.”

She smiled and laughed.

“That is why I love you,” she said. “You will say anything to make me smile.”

“I will say anything to get you to be quiet,” I said. “Hardly the same.”

“You just feel as you are sending them off to their doom,” she said. “How could love be dangerous?”

“It is very dangerous,” I said, pulling her close. “It is the most dangerous thing that could happen to anyone. Once you are in its grasp, there is no escaping.”

“Why would you want to escape,” she asked as she embraced me. “Why would anyone want to escape?”

I kissed her; I felt her become receptive.

“I said there is no escaping,” I whispered. “I never said anything about wanting to."--TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 10-22-17

Images: ©2012, 2013, 2014. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey, The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug, The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies. All Rights Reserved.

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Chapter XXI (EXT): The Best of Sons (Pt. IV)

“It was Êlúriel that decided there should be joining of both Êlenuil and his brother Elendôr on the same day to their chosen. I was anxious waiting for the announcement I was to make before the court. Though Súlelenth had become a beloved part of the court, she had yet to become part of my household. As the day of my announcement drew closer, a strong tension grew between Ardôr and his son Êlenuil.

Ninyáre and her sister Mîráre spent time with Súlelenth and Aradúlin as Isílriel followed close behind. She was innocent of the conflicts that lay beneath the surface waiting for the moment to arise. Whenever I wished to speak to her of it, Êlúriel would keep me from saying a word. She was becoming a beautiful maiden—her waning childhood shining light on my old-fashioned ways.

Watching the falls in my study, I thought to myself about many things until I was interrupted my council.

“Good morning,” Fëaluin said cheerfully as he placed several scrolls on my table that Súriar and his apprentice Lindúir retrieved while everyone took their places. Eldôr came to me—his face stoic.

“I realize what you must do tonight,” he began. “I wish you would express this to Ardôr as only a king of this realm can.”

“What do you mean, Eldôr,” I asked softly.

“You are your father’s son, Thranduil. As he was a great king, so are you, however, your emotions often rule over you.”

“Never too early in the morning to have a word with the queen, I see,” I answered, feeling much the child I once was whenever Eldôr reprimanded me.

“True,” he said smiling. “But I have not yet seen the queen. I speak from experience.”

We made our way across the room to join the others—Ardôr stood with Êlenuil and Elendôr in the center waiting for my word. I could see the anticipation of what I would say in their eyes.

“Speak, Ardôr,” I said. “You have the ear of the king.”

“I have heard that you have given your blessing for my sons to wed,” he said.

“I have.”

“Tarthôn has given his blessing for Aradúlin to wed Elendôr for which I, as his father have given mine,” he said. “But what of Súlelenth? I have yet to hear of her father’s blessing. How can I give mine without the other?”

“This is true,” I answered. “I am surprised that you would seek such a thing. Have you a change of heart, Ardôr?”

“As much as His Majesty has,” Ardôr said defiantly.

“We shall see,” I said. “Fëaluin, send word to her father and mother in Dale that that I request an audience.”

“I will take the message myself,” Nimlos said. “If that is fine with you.” I nodded, my eyes remaining on Ardôr.

“Will nothing be done until word comes from Dale,” Ardôr asked. “Queen Êlúriel wishes for my sons to wed together.”

“Tell me, Ardôr,” I began. “Will you give your blessing of your son to her father should he not give his to you for his daughter?”

“I must adhere to the wishes of the king,” he answered. “Your word is final.”

“Yes it is,” I said. “But even I must answer to what lies in the heart of your son. I rule over many things, Ardôr. The hearts of others is not one of them. Tonight I will address the court as planned. Is that your wish, Êlenuil?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said trying not to smile.

“Then so shall it be,” I said.

**** **** **** ****

Later that evening, I was being dressed for the ceremony. I remembered my own betrothal and was thankful for autumn. Grateful that Êlúriel had a far more subtle flair for decor than my mother and her sister, the throne room was a pleasant mix of banners and flowers—rich with the auburn, gold, fading green with touch soft pink of the season.

I was dressed in a golden robes embroidered with cascading stems with maple leaves. While I stood in the looking glass, I let my mind wander to nothing in particular.

“Thranduil,” I heard Êlúriel say. I turned to look at her—she was as radiant as the sun dressed in a flowing gown the same color as mine. She hair was down yet not a strand out of place. She glided into my arms and kissed me tenderly.

“How do you manage to be so perfect,” I asked.

“Many years of practice,” she answered. “The same as you.”

“You flatter me, Êlúriel.”

“I know,” she said with a laugh. “I must or otherwise you will not do what I ask of you.”

“What do you wish to ask of me,” I asked, worried. I thought something was amiss.

“Not a thing for now,” she whispered and kissed me once again. “For now, we must make our way to the throne room. Nimlos will give Súlelenth’s hand in place of her father.”

“Has he spoken to her father,” I asked.

“I do not know, Thranduil,” she answered. “He has said nothing to either I nor Nenloth. He has yet to mention if he has spoken to Arímë. Perhaps they told him not to speak of their meeting.”

“If he is to give Súlelenth’s hand, then they must have given their blessing for her to marry Êlenuil.”

“They must have,” she said quietly. “Come, it is time, my love.”

I took her hand and walked with her out of our chambers and down the hall to the throne room. As we made our entrance, horns heralded our entrance as the court bowed in reverence as we took our places. I thought to my own ceremony as I stood where my father had—preparing to do what he once did as king.

Beside me stood Legolas and Isílriel, alongside the sons of Elranduil, Orísil and Ardôr. Êleneth, daughter of Orísil, stood beside Êlenuil and Elendôr eagerly waiting for the ceremony to begin, her light blue eyes dancing beneath her long light brown tendrils.

When the crowd had calmed and the music had ended, I stood before my court and waited for Eldôr to speak.

“I present to the court of Mirkwood, realm of His Majesty King Thranduil, the brides in waiting to Their Highnesses Prince Êlenuil and Prince Elendôr, Lady  Súlelenth and Lady Aradúlin.”

Down the center aisle came the ladies in waiting dressed in gowns of white embossed with threads of the season. As they parted at the foot of my throne, there came before me Súlelenth with Nimlos and Tarthôn with his daughter Aradúlin. Both wore golden gowns the same color as the robes or their betrothed, adorned with a royal diadem. The first to step forward was my son, Tarthôn.

“Your Majesties, my father and my mother,” Tarthôn began, bowing along with Aradúlin. “My daughter, Aradúlin, I do give with my blessing.”

“With my blessing,” I said. “I hereby announce the engagement of Elendôr, son of Ardôr to Lady Aradúlin.”

Elendôr took Aradúlin’s hand and took his place before the court as Nimlos escorted Súlelenth before me.

“Your Majesties,” Nimlos began, bowing with Súlelenth. “My cousin, Súlelenth, in place of her father, do I give with his blessing.”

I could feel Êlúriel smiling and hear a collective sigh of relief from Elranduil and Eldôr under their breath. In near euphoria, Êlenuil took Súlelenth’s hand before I could speak.

“With my blessing,” I began. “I hereby announce the engagement of Êlenuil, son of Ardôr, to the Lady Súlelenth.”

The couples now faced the court.

“I hereby give announce they to be wed within the month and a fortnight,” Eldôr said. “Thereby decreed by His Majesty, King Thranduil and Her Majesty, Queen Êlúriel."

Celebratory cheers roared through the court as Êlúriel came down to join me. Though I was joyful in that moment, I was glad it was over and had ended peacefully. As the couples and the court made merry, I slipped away with Êlúriel for the evening.”--–TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J.M.Miller 8-14-17

Images: ©2012, 2013, 2014. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey, The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug, The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies. All Rights Reserved.

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Chapter XXI (EXT): The Best of Sons (Pt. III)

“This is quite a mess, Fëaluin,” I said to him as he entered while I was in the bath.

“You speak of Êlenuil and the mortal maiden I presume,” he said “It is what is will be. You cannot keep them apart.”

“I am aware of that,” I said. “Êlúriel said as much and seems to be delighting in my annoyance." 

“Everyone delights in your annoyance, Thranduil,” he said smiling. “However, there are more pressing matters than your melancholia. There are fears spoken in whispers that Sauron is rising once more in Mordor.”

I pulled myself out of the bath and immediately assaulted by servants wiping the water away.

“Will we never rid ourselves of this evil,” I asked. “I grow tired of war. I do not want to go through it again.”

“Where there is light, there is darkness,” he said. “It has been that way since time began and will continue on until it ends. If it is not Sauron, it will be something new.”

When the servants were done, they had dressed me in white embroidered with silver thread that took the shape of forest trees. I looked at myself in the mirror as my mind wandered.

“Where is Súlelenth,” I asked. “Has she gone?”

“For now,” he said. “She will return, no doubt. You are not the only one that takes issue with this coupling. Ardôr shares in your disapproval.”

“You cannot blame him, Fëaluin,” I said. “Considering the circumstances.”

“Of course not,” he said. “I cannot imagine what he must think.”

“What any elf would think if his child was in love with a mortal,” I answered placidly. “I do not wish to speak of her just now. I will see her again. Êlenuil is in love with her and it will not be long before he will ask for her hand and I will be expected to give it.”

Fëaluin said nothing. I made my way toward my study through the winding halls with him close behind. When I reached entered my study, Eldôr was waiting with Nimlos and Elranduil.

“Did Fëaluin tell what has happened,” Eldôr asked.

“Sauron has returned to Mordor,” I said sitting at my table. “Not long from Dale, now the smell of battle again rises. It seems a never-ending fate we must endure. Tell me, Nimlos, did you see your dear cousin safely on her way?”

“Yes,” he said. “It was her father that met us by the river.”

“I trust you did not speak to him of Êlenuil,” I said. “Why?”

“Her safe return was the only concern,” he said.

Everyone could see I was becoming rather agitated as I my composure seemed fail and I was shaking. I slammed my fist down on the table.

“Her father was of men, was he not?”

“Yes, of course,” Nimlos said. “Súlelenth is mortal. I do not see why that would upset you, Thranduil.”

“I never want to see her again within the borders of this kingdom and I do not want her to see Êlenuil again!”

“Thranduil,” Elranduil began. “Stop it. You do not mean what you say.” “Do I sound unsure of what I said,” I yelled.

“You sound unreasonable,” he yelled. “Do not put lay your prejudices upon the shoulders of Êlenuil! He is the son of my son! You are my cousin and I love you but do not think for a moment I will let you hurt one of my own! King or not!"

“You of all should know from where my anger comes, Elranduil!"

I grabbed his collar and he took hold of my hands trying to pull me away. I pushed him against the wall as Nimlos and Eldôr tried to pull us apart.

“Ada,” Legolas said as he walked in with Tarthôn, Aruilos, Ardôr and Orísil.

When I saw his face, I was ashamed. I dropped Elranduil and ran out of my study and out the front gate. I did not stop running until I collapsed at the place I married Êlúriel. I knew Elranduil was right and I was angry and hurting far more than I realized.

“Thranduil,” I heard her say. “Your anger is misplaced. It will change nothing.”

I looked up to see Êlúriel smiling down at me. I found it difficult to be angry. I remembered how my mother would always seem to calm my father and I understood. 

“We were raised on the tales of our ancestors,” I said rising. “They were told in caution to avoid such things.”

“That is ridiculous,” she said as I stood up. “Absolute nonsense. That is not why you do not approve of Súlelenth and Êlenuil. Change is what you fear. The world is not as it was and will never be again.”

“That is not true, Êlúriel,” I said. She glared at me. “Perhaps a little.”

“I know your heart,” she said. “You worry for Êlenuil and what it will the future will bring for them.”

“Yes,” I said. “What of their children, should they have them? In whose world will they belong?”

“This one,” she said. “As every other creature.”

She took my hand and kissed it.

“Be my kind and loving elf I fell in love with,” she said. “He will be needed for as much as the world has changed, there are still things that have not.”

“Such as,” I asked.

“Súlelenth’s father does not approve,” she said softly. “Such as Ardôr. You are their only hope for happiness, Thranduil.”

I could not think of anything to say. I remembered when our fathers did not wish for me and Êlúriel to marry. So different we were yet the same. Love as war was brutal but the heart was ultimate conqueror.

“I feel for Êlenuil,” I said as we began walking back to the palace. “Having to live long enough to watch Súlelenth wither and die. To watch time steal her youth and beauty away. Êlenuil will have to endure his beloved change as the seasons while he never changes at all."

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Time passed and the day came when I would see the power of Sauron face to face. The day was as any other—the court going about their work, Legolas spent time with Mîráre and they were often with Êlenuil and Súlelenth. Watching them reminded me of when I courted Êlúriel.

Súlelenth became part of our household rather quickly—she became like a sister to Isílriel, Legolas and Tarthôn. I had yet to meet her parents and started to believe they had abandoned her as time wore on and her stays with us grew longer until she had a room of her own.

When the time came, I was with Êlúriel in my study speaking quietly with our children.

“I cannot believe your daughter is to be married,Tarthôn,” Legolas said.

“Neither can Ëariâth,” he said. “She is happier than I have seen her since Aradúlin was born.”

“I am happy for you both,” Êlúriel said glowing.

“May I help with the wedding, Nana,” Isílriel asked eagerly.

“I expect to give my blessing to Elendôr and Aradúlin shortly,” I said.

“Thranduil,” a voice said from across the room. I turned to see Elranduil with Ardôr.

“Yes,” I answered. They stood expressionless. “Is something the matter?”

They said nothing as Eldôr entered the room with Êlenuil and his brother Elendôr.

“Son,” Ardôr began. “Address His Majesty.”

“Wait,” I said, walking to Êlenuil. I could see he was terrified. “Everyone, leave us. Êlúriel, remain.”

Slowly everyone left the room leaving the three of us alone.

“You wished to say something, Êlenuil,” I began. “Your father is not here, so you may speak freely.”

He looked at me—his gentle eyes tearing.

“I wish to ask for the hand of Súlelenth,” he began. “I know that you will not approve, but I love her and I want to marry her.”

“You have my blessing,” I said.

Êlenuil looked perplex—not believing what he had heard.

“I have your blessing,” he asked.

“Yes, Êlenuil,” I said. “Though I am not certain of the Queen.”

“Go and tell Súlelenth you have our blessing,” Êlúriel said.

Êlenuil smiled and bowed excitedly.

“Thank you,” he said. “Súlelenth will be so happy.”

When he left, Êlúriel embraced me. I kissed her forehead. I knew what I had done would not please everyone but in that moment, only two mattered.”--TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J.M.Miller 7-17-17

Images: ©2012, 2013, 2014. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey, The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug, The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies. All Rights Reserved.

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Where in the world did Legolas go?

Relax, the story you know is true--a little. There is a slight teeny weeny change that---how should I say--keeps Legolas chilling in Gondor for some time. Ergo, Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen just got a teeny weeny bit longer than expected (or should I say unexpectedly).

Did anyone ask why Tumblr has no “underline”? Strike out yes...underline, why? Not everything requires hyperlink. Duh.

Moving on--

So I said that because it directly affects Book II: The Saga of Thranduil at this very moment as Legolas begins his trek home after the War of the Ring. It also leaves yet another door so wide open, you could drive the United Kingdom through it it if had 4WD: The possible return of his girlfriend, Mîráre Lasuil (good thing I caught it just now before the extended version moved toward its eventual end. This just makes it and the current one on the road of adding more pages thereby moving closer to 560+).

Leave it to Grandfather Tolkien to leave Middle-Earth so open, there are enough adventures to keep this thing going for I don’t know....

Though I am skeptical that the Estate would let Peter Jackson have another go at it, but they said nothing about directors, producers or even animators in the UK from doing as much. It’s a safe bet that if TKWRT were accepted by the Estate (first time in quite a while), it would be subject to who does what with it--more so for something like a novel. Estate authors own their works, but they are bound by certain things, I am sure (and there are at least two in their stable but they never wrote anything like TKWRT).

We’ve come to it--the great battle of our time: Or great question..

Who gets Thranduil Tárisil Oropherion, Elvenking of the Woodland Realm?

Oh, and the rest of the gang in the “rest” of the story...get ready: Eldarion is about to show up. Which is explains why Aragorn is in such a hurry--he forgot to pick his son up at Pre-School.