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

“Morning crept upon the kingdom slowly. In the dark blue of twilight, I felt Êlúriel turn beneath the covers. Facing me, she smiled slightly as she moved closer to me and slipping into my arms. Her delicate skin was cool to the touch, sending a slight chill through me. We kissed as we found a moment to ourselves before the events of the day.

“Are you prepared for the day,” she asked. Her skin was warmer and flushed with color as I noticed the day had finally risen and the sun chased away the last remnants of night.

“I am now,” I said, kissing her forehead. “What of you?”

“I look forward to it, she answered. “I remember when we were wed—as if it were yesterday. It was the second happiest day of my life.”

“What was the first,” I asked curiously.

“The first was the day I knew I would become your wife,” she said smiling. “The day we first met.”

“I do not have a happiest day, I am afraid,” I said coyly.

“Why not,” Êlúriel asked frowning.

“Because every day with you is the happiest day of my life.”

We kissed again until the familiar knock was heard at our doors.

“Would you mind terribly if I put a lock on our doors,” I asked.

Êlúriel laughed as she rose from our bed and went to cover herself.

“Enter, Fëaluin,” she said.

Through the doors came Fëaluin with several servants—several bringing breakfast. I remained where I was as the activity stole from me a feeling of being ordinary. 

“Thranduil,” he began. “Fancy finding you still in bed when you should be attending to your duties.”

“How is that possible,” I said. “I cannot attend to anything without you. The day would no longer be sacrosanct without you reminding me to attend to my royal duties every morning. Perish the thought.”

“No time for melodrama, Thranduil,” he said ignoring me and bowing to Êlúriel as he approached her. “Your Majesty, how was your night? I hope it was pleasant.”

“It was, thank you,” Êlúriel answered. “My ladies await me?”

“Yes,” Fëaluin said. “They await just outside.” They turned their gaze toward me; I knew what it meant.

“Why is it on such occasions it is me that must leave my own chambers,” I asked, motioning for the servants to bring my robe. “I am the king of this realm if you have not noticed.”

“We have noticed,” Fëaluin said. “How can we not? You have reminded us of it every morning for nearly three thousand years.”

When I was covered, I went to Êlúriel and kissed her.

“It is only for this day,” she whispered.

“Please, my dear,” I whispered. “Do not tease me.”

I turned and proceeded to follow Fëaluin and two servants out the door and into the hall. It was filled with ladies going into my chambers.

“Good day, Ada,” I heard Isílriel say.

I turned to see her walking toward me—hardly recognizable from the child she had been. She was as beautiful as her mother and in every way a lady. She embraced me and kissed my cheek.

“How is my daughter,” I asked.

“Quite well,” she answered. “Nana has sent you away, I see. Elranduil awaits you in his chambers.”

“For once I would like to have my cousin inconvenienced,” I said.

“But your chambers are far larger, Ada,” she said. “Cousin told me it was tradition.”

“Yes, of course, Darling,” I answered. “Carry on. I shall see you soon.”

She smiled and followed the last of the ladies into my chambers as Fëaluin and I began to go our way.

“Remind me to have a word with Elranduil about this ‘tradition’, Fëaluin,” I said. He laughed as we made our way toward Elranduil and Ardúin’s chambers.

Upon entering the room, everyone stood and bowed. Every one that should be in attendance were—including Legolas dressed as his brother and cousins. I could see that like his sister, he was well beyond childhood. Looking around, there were no remnants of my youth left. I was looking at the world through the eyes of my father—as a king that had ruled for centuries.

I noticed Êlenuil and Elendôr looking fearful at my arrival. It meant that the time had come to leave youth behind. I acknowledged them and led my dressers toward the dressing corner shielded by a screen. I heard room empty as my dressers began their work.

“I know you are still here, Elranduil,” I said.

“Of course,” he said. “As always.”

“It would seem my daughter thinks it is tradition to have the king ceremoniously pushed from the royal bed chamber on such an occasion.”

“I know nothing of such a thing,” he said. I could tell he was laughing and I could here others laughing along with him. “The princess must have heard it from someone else.”

“Do you mean it is not true as you said,” I heard Legolas ask. The room erupted in laughter as I came round to see all the princes in the room.

“You know nothing of such a thing,” I repeated to Elranduil as I straightened the sleeves of my robe while a servant followed me brushing my hair. “I find that hard to believe.”

“I might have mentioned it in passing,” he said.

“Elranduil, please,” Eldôr said. “Already a grandfather, still acting as a child. Send for the others to return. Make yourself useful.”

Elranduil sneered and went into the hall as Eldôr turned to me.

“You never fail to remind me of your father,” he said. “He would be proud of you.”

“Thank you, Uncle,” I said softly. “I wish he were here. Mother as well.”

“They would both be proud,” he said. “As I am.”

When the room was full again, I noticed Haldúir had joined us. He was dressed as a member of the household he would soon be apart. Unlike before, he seemed at home with us. I knew Fëaluin had much to do with that as he and Eldôr had their time with him. I walked to him and he bowed.

“Your Majesty,” he said.

“Haldúir,” I said. “It is good to see you again. The attire of the elves suits you rather well.”

“Thank you,” he said. “You must see Arímë. I have not seen her more beautiful nor more joyous. Seeing her family again has lifted her spirits.”

“You are family now as well,” I said. “I believe our worlds are better for it.”

“It is time,” Fëaluin announced. “Everyone to their positions.”

Everyone began moving around quickly. I was left with Tarthôn, Ardôr and Haldúir alongside Eldôr and Fëaluin. We were to lead the procession to the ceremony with our wives. When the halls fell quiet, we went into the hall. There waiting for us were Êlúriel, Ëariâth, Ninyáre and Arímë. They were all beautiful—dressed in the robes of the season--an elegant symphony of rich gold, orange and reds the leaves of autumn. I went to Êlúriel and took her hand.

“Shall we go, Your Majesty,” I asked her. 

She nodded and we made our way through the empty halls of the palace and outside toward the marital canopy where the rest of the court waited.”--TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 10-9-17

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Chapter VI: From Mirkwood to Eryn Lasgalen: Legolas’ Return (Pt. V)

“It was dawn when I stood with my court on the bridge to bid farewell to Celeborn, Galathil and Galadriel. Beside me stood Elranduil and Ëarmîr, who earlier had a private moment with Galathil and Celeborn before becoming a member of my court. I was curious as to why he was required to stay, however, the time to inquire would come.

“Your Majesty,” Haldir began. “It has truly been a pleasure. My brothers and I have never felt more at home outside Lothlórien in a long time.”

“Think nothing of it,” I said. “You are welcome always in my kingdom.”

“We shall see you again,” Galadriel began, giving me a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Beyond these borders you will one day find your way. Do not tarry.”

I smiled at her; perplexed by her words. Celeborn and Galathil smiled as Isílion and Tárion approached.

“The warriors are ready to return to Lothlórien, My Lords and Lady,” Isílion said. “All has been prepared.”

“See your way home,” Celeborn said to me.

He embraced me one last time and took Galadriel’s hand and went the length of the bridge to their horses. Galathil followed close behind. When everyone was upon their steeds, the elves of Lothlórien left Eryn Lasgalen.

“So, Ëarmîr,” I began. “What task has been given you that you are left in my charge as a new member of my court?”

“You will know soon enough, Your Majesty,” he said softly. “For now, you should take pleasure in your new kingdom and its expanded borders.”

“So I shall,” I said. “And I shall have Fëaluin find you a place in council.” We entered the palace and the days that came thereafter would be filled with wonders.

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

Months went by with little fanfare—as the entire kingdom began to become accustomed to a peaceful existence. So many years had gone by where we stood guard and waited for evil to come upon us, even the twitter of birds frightened us whenever one would snap a twig under foot.

One day, I decided to go for a ride with Nenduîl and Tárimë. The care of the royal children was given to Ëarmîr by Fëaluin and he was quite adept at caring for them much to the consternation of Nenduîl and Aranduil. Ëarmîr began to find his place and a friend in Tárimë who adored hearing stories from the court of Lady Galadriel. She had started to grow into young lady wanting to become as elegant and graceful as all the elven maidens of the past.

As I was looking forward to spending the day away from court, Elranduil and Eldor approached me with Tarthôn and Nimlos as I emerged from my chambers.

“Come quickly,” Eldôr said. “Fealuin is at the front gate.”

“Why,” I asked. “Something amiss?”

“A rider approaches,” Elranduil said. “Come quickly.”

We hurried ourselves toward the front gates and into the crisp morning. I could see from a distance lone rider making his way toward us.

“Who is it, Ada,” I heard Nenduîl ask as he ran to my side with his sister and cousin.

I could see who it was and I felt a smile cross my face with eager anticipation.

“Legolas,” I said to myself. “It is Legolas.”

When his horse stopped at the foot of the bridge, he dismounted as servants helped his companion—a dwarf warrior—down to the ground. Legolas slowly approached me I made my way to him. When were standing in front of one another, we both seemed lost in the sight of one another.

“Ada,” he finally said. “I told you I would return to you.”

I could not contain my joy and embraced him tightly.

“My son,” I whispered to him. “My son. Welcome home.”

I did not want to let him go. My son—my heir—was home at last. When I finally released him, beside us stood the dwarf that arrived with him. He bowed eloquently as any prince would to a king. In his face, I recognized another.

“Ada, this is Gimli, son of Glóin,” Legolas said. “He is a friend and one of the Fellowship.”

“So I have heard,” I said. “I was fortunate to have met his father not long before in Dale when I attended the burial of King Dáin of Erebor. It is an honor to meet you Gimli, son of Glóin.”

“And I you, Your Majesty,” Gimli said smiling through his wooly beard cheerfully. “You are not as fearsome as they said.”

“I am glad to hear it,” I said. I could hear Elranduil and Nimlos hiding their laughter behind me as Tarthôn approached.

“Welcome home, brother,” he said to Legolas, embracing him. “Good to have you home once more.”

“It is good to be home,” Legolas answered. “I told Gimli all about you.”

“I feel as I have known you all my life,” Gimli said. “Wait until you hear about me.”

Everyone broke into laughter.

“Are you a real dwarf,” I heard Nenduîl ask as he and Aranduil looked him over curiously.

“I hope so,” he answered. “If I am not, my father will be quite disappointed.”

“Nenduîl, Aranduil,” Ëarmîr scolded. He had arrived in time to save me from my thoughts as I recalled Durin asking me if I were a real elf.

They looked at him and then at me.

“He is a real dwarf,” I answered. “He is welcomed to stay with us as long as he would like. He is a friend of Legolas. You will behave, will you not?”

“Of course, Ada,” Nenduîl said. “We will.”

“Very well, then,” I said. “Fealuin, show our guest a place to rest. He must be weary from his travels. I wish to speak to my sons alone for a moment, if I may.”

"As you wish,” Fealuin answered as he motioned to Gimli to follow him and everyone inside.

“It is good to have my sons with me again,” I said. “Together. I am very proud of both of you and all you have done for this world and your kingdom. I do not think there is father in all of Arda as glad as me.”

“Ada has become more sentimental since I have been away,” Legolas said smiling.

“Worse,” Tarthôn said. “Far worse.”

I embraced my sons and then we made our way into palace. Everything was once again as it should be.”––Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 05-14-17.

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jedi cass and jedi temple healer nyeni

hnnnnnnnggg

“You know, Master, you are supposed to ignite your lightsaber before the gundark rakes it claws across your entire scalp.”

“Yes, thank you, Master Tarthonal.” Cassandra’s tone was dry, bordering on sarcastic, but Nyeni just smiled and continued applying bacta to the worst of the scrapes.

“At least you cleaned the wounds,” she admitted grudgingly, ignoring the wince from the Jedi as the antibiotics stung. “You’d be surprised how many Jedi forget that part and almost lose fingers.”

“There are easier ways to lose fingers,” Cassandra said, shrugging.

The healer laughed. “Perhaps we can meet up in the dojo later and you can demonstrate.”

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at her, and Nyeni flushed, realizing what exactly she’d just said. “I didn’t mean–that is–I could probably reattach–not that you’d–you’re very good about lightsaber safety, one of the best to be honest, and I–”

“Nyeni,” Cassandra cut in, taking the healer’s wrists in her hands to stop the other Jedi’s fingers from fluttering in agitation, “I know what you meant. It’s okay.”

Nyeni blushed again. It was Cassandra’s turn to smile.

“And I really would like to meet you in the dojo later. Not to lose fingers, but to show you how not to.”

Nyeni offered a hint of a smile. “I’m not all that bad with the ‘saber,” she protested. “I’ve been practicing.”

“You are the best Master of the Healing Arts we have, a terror with force manipulation and telekinesis, and an absolute master of the Living Force, but Master Tarthonal, please forgive me for saying so bluntly: You are terrible with the ‘saber.”

Nyeni laughed again, and Cassandra felt her lips curl up in a smile as she felt Nyeni’s amusement rippling through the Force like a wave on a still pond, sparkling in sunlight. Nyeni’s presence was so…warm. Like a breath of calm on a desert planet or the scent of dusty archives. Like coming home.

Cassandra pulled away from those thoughts, pulling up quick walls in her mind and retreating from the Force in the hopes that Nyeni wouldn’t notice her own feelings getting mixed up in the moment. No emotion; peace. She took a deep breath, and if Nyeni noticed her troubled feelings, she was kind enough not to mention it.

She did smile, though. And Cassandra couldn’t stop herself from smiling back.

“I look forward to a thorough remedial lesson, then, Master Pentaghast,” she said as she put the finishing touches on Cassandra’s tender scalp. It felt good as new already. “I shall go easy on you, due to your head wound.”

Cassandra laughed. “I’m sure you’ll be a worthy opponent.”

Nyeni bowed. “I strive only to be a worthy student.”

“You could never be unworthy to me.”

Cassandra felt more than heard Nyeni’s sharp intake of breath, and blinked at her own forwardness. She stammered an apology as she stood and made to leave the room, but Nyeni’s hand on her wrist was cool and soft and she paused.

“Be careful,” Nyeni said quietly, “if your next mission comes before our next lesson.”

Cassandra covered Nyeni’s hand with her own, rough and calloused, and forced herself to breathe deeply past the antiseptic stench of the Halls of Healing to that hint of garden-earth and lavender soap that always lingered around Nyeni.

“I will,” she promised.

“I know.”

LISA CAME IN WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS AND SAID, “Hey, I was thinking about Jedi Cassandra rescuing Healer Nyeni from the Jedi Temple during the purge, when Order 66 is given,” AND READER, I KEENED.

I JUST WANTED SOME FLUFF BUT NOW I’M THINKING ABOUT SADNESS.

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Chapter XIX: Mirkwood (Pt. VIII)

“After a night spent deep in thought, I left my study and walked down the hall toward my chambers. Directly in my path stood Legolas speaking with Elenadar, Elenatar and Tarthôn.

“I hope to be able to join you on a hunt,” I heard him say enthusiastically.

“If Ada allows you out of the front gate,” Tarthôn began, “I will take you up on your challenge.”

“What challenge is this, dare I ask?”

As soon as I spoke, the group quickly bowed.

“Legolas,” I asked? “What is your brother speaking about?"

“Tarthôn says he can kill more orcs than me, Father,” Legolas said smiling at me. “I disagree with him, of course.”

I gave him a sharp look. He had not even heard my decision and already he was full of anticipation for my answer to be permissive. I looked at both of them for a time—glaring intensely the two young men that once clung to me tightly as children.

“You realize, Legolas, that Tarthôn has more experience at fighting the real thing.”

I continued my way then stopped. I turned back and looked at my sons.  Legolas looked down as he were ready to cry.

“If I were you, I would spend today in practice and tonight in rest if you are to join him and the others on the hunt tomorrow.”

Legolas lifted his head—his face had the largest smile I had ever seen. Perfect, as his mother’s. He nearly ran to me.

“Thank you, Ada,” he said quietly. “I will not fail you.”

“I know. You never have.”

He bowed and returned to his friends as I continued down the hall, worried whether tomorrow I would still have an heir.

“You will, Thranduil,” I heard a familiar voice said. “I would not worry about him.”

“Eldôr,” I said surprised. “You startled me, Uncle.”

“Many apologies, Thranduil. Your mother and my wife have made it safely to Mithlond, but I thought it better to return. It was best for me not to go into the Undying Lands quite yet. Especially when I heard of the news of the unfortunate change of our identity from out of Lothlórien.”

“Yes, it was unfortunate,” I said angrily. “Whatever reasons for it, you will never see me turn my back against the wind even if it were to blow from our own kin. I have a kingdom to rule whether by Eryn Galen or Mirkwood it is called.”

“You are very much your father’s son,” he said. “Oropher would be very proud.”

We walked together toward the great hall as I would begin a new day. Somehow, I began to feel our people were going to rise from this darkness we had known anew.

The following morning, I anxiously watched Legolas leave the palace to protect the kingdom with many other elven warriors.

“I know your fear, Thranduil,” Fëaluin said. “I feel the same every time I watch my sons leave. It is a feeling that will never go away.”

“They are with Nimlos, Elmîr and Elranduil,” Eldôr said. “They will return.”

As he turned, a beautiful two beautiful young elven maidens appeared by our side. One I knew well was Nimlúin—daughter of Fínduin and Sinomë. She had had long brown hair and light brown eyes. The other was Mîráre, daughter of Tatháron. Her long golden hair and eyes of silver were hard to avoid—especially for Legolas. They both bowed to me gracefully.

“Has Aruilos left, Uncle,” Nimlúin asked Fëaluin. “Mîráre wished to see His Highness off.”

“I am afraid they left quite early,” I answered, looking at Mîráre. “Mîráre, daughter of Tatháron and Tárwen. You are turning into quite a beautiful young lady.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” she said smiling awkwardly. “His Majesty is too kind.”

“Or truthful. Legolas shall return and call upon his return. He would be foolish not to do so. Eldôr. Fëaluin. Shall we?”

We started toward my study slowly. Fëaluin tried desperately not to laugh.

“I have been gone for far too long,” Eldôr said.

“Yes, you have, Eldôr,” I said. “Yes you have.”

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

“It had only been a few hours since I had watched my son pass through the main gates of our palace and into the wild to battle the evil that roamed our kingdom. I paced the floor of my throne room waiting for word I had lost my son. When the gates burst open, I thought my worst fears had come true.

Elenadar and Elenatar entered carrying a wounded elven archer. As I was joined by Eldôr, Elranduil, Fëaluin, and Aramír, we hurried to see about the elf. As they lay the elf on the floor, Nimlos, Elranduil, Findôl and Elmîr entered and went to him. It was Randúmîr. Though I was grateful it was not Legolas, he was nowhere to be seen and I worried about the condition of my archer.

“Where is Aramoth,” Aramír yelled looking around. “I need him.”

“He comes shortly with Aldáros,” Fëaluin said. “They were at the northern borders with Sildôr. How is Randúmîr?"

“He should be fine,” Elenatar said. “The wound is shallow.” He pulled showed us a bleeding cut carved out of Randúmîr’s shoulder.

“Take him to Nimlúin, now,” Eldôr commanded as more elven archers poured into the inner sanctum. Some were bloodied, but mobile. When I seemed all had returned, there still was not a sign of Legolas.

“I am going out there to find my son,” I said grabbing my sword.

“Thranduil, stop,” Nimlos began, trying to stop me. “You do not want to go out there.”

“I will go anywhere in this world for my son, Nimlos.”

Just as I said that, the gates opened and there was my son with his cousins Ardôr, Aruilos, Tarthôn and Orísil.

“How many did I get, Tarthôn,” I heard Legolas asking. He had a bit of dirt on his shirt, but otherwise he appeared fine.

“Oh, one more than me,” Tarthôn said, sounding irritated. “Tell the world, Legolas.”

“I think twenty was a good number for your first day,” Aruilos said. “But you both have far to go to catch my thirty-four.”

“Or my forty-seven,” Orísil gloated. “Though Ardôr did rather well.”

“Still far less than twenty,” Ardôr said quietly. “Fifteen."

“What is this,” I asked.

They stopped and bowed reverently.

“Where have you been, Legolas? Tarthôn? You realize how worried I have been?”

“Ada, it was my doing,” Legolas said. “I wanted to fight later than required. Do not blame them.”

“Legolas, come with me.” I stormed into my study, my son lock-step behind me.

Inside, there were scribes working as they had for centuries. By the look on my face, they knew to leave quickly, closing the doors behind them.

“I was worried about you, Legolas,” I began. “My son out there in the wilds battling orcs and the like. And what do you do?”

“Quite well, I must say,” he said smiling. “I felled many of those horrible creatures. And many more I shall get tomorrow.”

“No, you will not, Legolas. You will stay in the palace with me and learn your place.”

“I do not wish to do that, Ada,” he said. “I will not do that.”

“You are too much like your mother,” I said.

I had not planned on those words to ever cross my lips.

“Why must you do this to me?”

He looked at me with wonderment. A smile slowly crossed his face and his eyes began to light up. For a moment, he looked exactly like his mother.

“I am like my mother,” he asked. “How am I like my mother, Ada? Please tell me.”

“You seemed to have inherited her sense of torturing me with worry. She would say and do many things that frightened me. Whether this was her intention, I do not know, but you, son, have every intention of doing so.”

“I do not,” he said laughing. “The only reason this has wrought fear in you is because you think I am going to die. That, I have no intention of doing.”

I sat down in my chair at my desk and looked at my son. Remembering when he would wander into my study and curl up on my lap to sleep. I felt my age for the first time. Legolas sat on the edge of my desk, still smiling.

“I may worry a bit much, Legolas,” I said. “But as your father and as the king, I have the right.”

“What was my mother’s name,” he asked without diverting his gaze from me. “I want to know.”

“Êlúriel,” I said. Her name still brought a wave of emotion to my heart so powerful, I could feel the pain of nearly two-thousand years envelop me.

“Her name was Êlúriel Nenluin from Ossiriand.”

“My mother was danwaith? That would explain many things. Was she beautiful?”

“Very,” I said hoping he would stop asking about her. “Her beauty was beyond extraordinary.”

“I know you loved her, Ada,” he said looking down. “I have known it my whole life. Whenever you held me as a child, I could feel the love of both of you. It is how I could find my way to sleep, then. I wish sometimes to dream again, for I could see you smile again. With mother, you always seemed to smile.”

I began to shiver within thinking Legolas may have some memory he never spoke but kept to himself. I wanted to know more, but I reluctantly said nothing.

“I loved her more than life itself,” I answered. “She meant more to me than even my throne. But the best part of her she left in my care. That is you, Legolas.”

“I am not the best part of her,” he said, rising. “I am the best part of both of you.”

I knew he was right, though I would not give him the satisfaction of knowing this. He began to leave. He paused for a moment.

“Ada,” he asked.

“Yes, Legolas,” I said.

“I will go out again tomorrow.”

“I hardly can keep you from having your way. Stubborn you are.”

“Yes, I am. But that, I inherited from you. Or perhaps both of you. I am rather fond of this trait, Ada. I think I will keep it.”

“I am going with you,” I said. “If I may?”

Legolas smiled gleefully.

“I would like that, Ada,” he said. “I hope you can keep up with us.”

“I have been killing these creatures long before you were born. I would not worry about me.”

He left quickly, nearly running into Fëaluin. He walked over to me with a serene look on his face.

“Is there something amiss, Fëaluin,” I asked. “What of Randúmîr?

“He is fine. We lost no one. But Tarthôn wishes an audience.”

“Very well.”

“Tarthôn,” he said. “You may enter.”

Into the room came Tarthôn, his golden red hair somewhat a mess from the hunt. He bowed as I stood.

“You may leave, Fëaluin,” I said. He took his leave quickly. When the doors were shut, I stood before the man I raised as my own son. “What bothers you, Tarthôn?”

“I am not your son, am I,” he asked.

“You have been my son since your birth. Why do you ask?"

“I look nothing like you. I look nothing like Legolas. Who am I?”

“Where is this coming from, Tarthôn,” I asked.

“I am different, Ada. I know this. But you worry more for Legolas than me."

“I know your skills are greater,” I said. “But do not doubt my love for you. I worry for you every time you leave this palace.”

“Who am I,” he asked again.

"You are Tarthôn, son of Melros, son Eldûmír. Both died in the War of the Last Alliance. Your mother, Arandil and your grandmother Aralómë left you in my care for the Undying Lands. Your father was like a brother to me since childhood. I promised to care for you as my own if he were to die and that he did. Honorably. You are his son but you are also my son.”

“I apologize for endangering your son,” he said. “I would never do anything to harm him.”

“Do you wish to leave your family? Legolas knows no other but you as his brother. Have I said something wrong?”

“No,” Tarthôn said. “You have loved me well and there is no better brother I could ask for than Legolas. I just wanted to know. I see one that looks like me in memories that should not be and he is always in the armor of a warrior.”

“That is Melros. I was there when he fell,” I said sadly.

I did not want to look at his son.

“He always says to me that I am where I should be,” he said. “He says he is very proud.”

“As he should. You have grown very well. You are a good son.”

“He is proud of you,” Tarthôn said as he approached me. “I know you love me, Ada. I lost one in battle before my birth and gained another when I was born. I wish my father had lived, but it was not a choice I was given. But kept your promise to raise me as your son and I am glad you are my father.”

He embraced me and I returned it to him. I felt tears come to me. Memory seemed to bring Melros back to me. I had held so much guilt for his death, I found it hard to hold his son. Much like Legolas whom I kept at arms length for the guilt of losing his mother, I had not noticed I was pushing them away over agonizing pain.

When he released me he smiled coyly.

“You know I have shown interest in Ëariâth, Ada. I ask for your blessing, if I may.”

“That, I give willingly for the affairs of the heart are what they are,” I said. “However, have you spoken to Nimlos of your intention?”

“Not entirely,” he said. “I was hoping you would give him reason.”

“You know, Tarthôn,” I began. “I remember many mornings when my solitude was disturbed by two little elves. Asking me to do something. I thought that would end by now.”

“It has,” he said. “For it is night.”

“Fine, Tarthôn,” I will speak with Nimlos. But should he give his blessing, you will be given the royal tradition upon the announcement.”

“Is that frightening,” he asked, his eyes growing larger. I remembered my own experience and smiled at him.

“Oh, yes. Yes, it is, son. You may go. I believe the others await your company.”

He bowed and ran out of my study. I went to my balcony and watched the falls and noticed the moon shining down for the first time in a long time, turning the waters into a glowing fall of diamonds falling into the meandering stream below. The day had ended calmer than it had begun. I found myself happier than I had been for centuries.”--Excerpt from TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil by J.M.Miller 6-24-16

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 (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.

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Chapter XXII: (EXT) The Death of Súlelenth (Pt. II)

“There was not a cloud in the sky as the sun rose with a mild easterly breeze. It was far too beautiful a morning to bury such a lovely creature as Súlelenth.  Êlúriel silently watched as I was being dressed. She was lost in thought as usual. Soon Fëaluin entered—a solemn look on his face.

“I would bring good tidings if there were any,” he said. “I am afraid that Êlenuil has decided not to attend this wife’s entombment.”

“What does Ardôr have to say of this,” I asked.

“He cannot get him to come out of his chambers,” he answered. “He has locked himself away and ordered the guards to allow no one to enter.”

When my servants were finished with me they bowed and left quickly. After centuries at my beck and call they always knew when my anger would erupt.

“Thranduil,” Êlúriel began. “Do not make a scene. Not this day.”

Without a word, I swiftly headed out my doors and made my way to Êlenuil’s bedchamber with Fëaluin close behind. Once outside his door, Eldôr, Elranduil and Ardôr stood quietly. I gave the guards a menacing glance and they opened the doors.

Inside, the room was in tortured disarray as Êlenuil sat immobile beside his bed.

“What is this,” I asked.

“Leave me, Thranduil,” he said. “I wish to be alone.”

“You have been here for the past three days,” I said sternly. “Is this what you wish you children to see? I know you are in pain, but you must be far stronger than this for them.”

“They have asked for you,” Eldôr said. “Do you not care?”

“No,” Êlenuil said. “I cannot bear the sight of them. They remind me of their mother.”

“Oh no,” Elranduil whispered.

“Thranduil,” I heard Êlúriel say. My anger would not allow me to listen.

“Have you gone mad,” I yelled as I grabbed him up. “They are your children, Êlenuil! Do not speak to me of loss! I have seen more death than you could ever imagine! You have neglected your children for far too long! Today you will stand as their father and a Prince of this realm before you leave them in my care.”

“What did you say,” Êlúriel asked, stunned.

“I will explain later,” Fëaluin whispered.

“I beg your pardon,” Elranduil asked. “What do you mean leave them in your care.”

“He did not tell you,” I asked, letting Êlenuil to fall to the floor. “It would appear your grandson has decided to entrust me and my wife the care of his children and ride on to Mithlond.”

“Mithlond,” Êlúriel asked as she approached me. “Why was I not told of this, Thranduil?”

“Why would you do such a thing,” Eldôr asked horrified. “Have you any love for the children you brought into this world?”

“They have no love for me,” he answered. “Only for Súlelenth. Always for Súlelenth. Since their birth they clung to her and would cry if I held them.”

“Yes, son,” Ardôr said. “Babies tend to do as much until they begin to grow into children.”

“Not even then,” he said. “What does it matter, Father? I am not able to care for them alone, nor do I want to care for them.”

“Have you gone mad,” Êlúriel asked him. “Thranduil, I would like a word with you."

I was angry beyond words and the sight of Êlenuil disgusted me.

“Where are the children now,” I asked Fëaluin quietly.

“They are with Aradúlin and Ninyáre,” he answered. “Shall I send for them?”

“No,” I said. “Have Êlenuil and his room thoroughly cleaned. I want him dressed and in attendance. Where are Arímë and Haldúir?”

“They are with Aradúlin and Ninyáre and the children. In the gardens.”

I took my leave and walked swiftly toward the gardens with Êlúriel lock step behind. The last time I had made my way so quickly was to see Êlúriel.

“You will speak to me now,” Êlúriel yelled. I stopped abruptly and turned around.

“Yes, Êlúriel,” I muttered. “What is it?”

“Why am I always the last to know what is happening in this kingdom,” she asked as she stormed over. “You do not rule this kingdom alone.”

“I know,” I said. “I was going to say something but it slipped my mind.”

“The part about Êlenuil’s children or the part about your Queen?”

“Can this wait,” I asked. “Now is not the best time.”

“No time seems to be the best time, Thranduil,” she whispered angrily. “Either you are too busy to tell me anything or you just do not want to tell me anything.”

“I tell you everything,” I growled back. “When have not told you anything?”

She looked at me—her eyes as flames searing my heart.

“Forgive me,” I begged. “It slipped my mind.”

She brushed passed me and made her way to the balcony overlooking the gardens. I followed her, my face flushed with guilt. Tarthôn was watching Aranduil playing with Nenduîl and Tárimë. Êlúriel made her way down to join them.

“Aranduil is so happy when he his with them,” he said without looking at us. “He reminds me of myself in my youth.”

“When you say that, you remind me of how old I am,” I said as my anger turned to memory. “He has not brought any woodland creatures into the palace, has he?”

“No, Ada,” he laughed. “Not that I am aware. Though do not be surprised should he and Nenduîl decide to do something some day. Just as Legolas and me. But you do not realize Orísil and Ardôr opened the gates for us. Elenadar and Elenatar were just as guilty.”

“Yes, and so was your future wife,” I said. “Has Aranduil gotten over his sister and their cousin being girls. He was concerned there were too many of them.”

Tarthôn laughed with me, then his demeanor changed.

“I know Êlenuil does not wish to see his wife laid to rest,” he said. “I cannot imagine losing Ëariâth.”

“I almost lost your mother a long time ago. I could not begin to tell you the the fear I had when I thought I had lost her. It nearly consumed me.”

“But she lived, Ada,” he said, finally looking at me.

“She lived because of you, Legolas and Isílriel,” I said. “And for me, I suppose though there are days I know I do not deserve her love.”

We watched the children play for a time. I watched Arímë and Êlúriel with them. I knew she would not turn them away. When she looked up at us, she gave me a smile. Before I could walk away, Nenduîl and Tárimë came running up the winding stair and embrace me.

“Where is father,” Nenduîl asked. “Is he ill as well?”

“No,” I said. “You will see him soon enough.”

“I do not wish to see him,” Tárimë said. “He said horrible things to us.”

“Not to Eärluin,” Nenduîl said. “She is too little.”

“What horrible things, Tárimë,” I asked kneeling to her. “What could your father say to you that could be so horrible?”

“He told us he did not love us,” Nenduîl said with a frown. “He said he never loved us.”

“I do not think that is true,” I said. “He is very said your mother is gone.”

“No,” Tárimë said sternly. “He has always said that. Since as long as we can remember.”

“Why would a father say such things to his children,” I asked concerned. “You are very special children.”

“He told Nana that we should not have been born,” Nenduîl said. “That made her sad because we were supposed to be born.”

“All children are supposed to be born,” I said. “Perhaps you heard your father wrong, Nenduîl. I do not think he would say such a thing.”

“He did,” a voice said. It was Aranduil, standing with Tarthôn, his long golden hair and blue eyes looking down. “I heard him say those things. Nothing more.”

I could feel my anger returning as I stood up. Tarthôn seemed to share in my anger. 

“All of you, go find Ëariâth,” Tarthôn told them. “She may have something for you.”

Excitedly they went on their way.

“Ada,” he said. “Do not show anger this day. There will be time enough later.”

“There will never be enough time for my anger with him,” I said. “For Nenduîl and Tárimë, I will say nothing, for now.”

I walked away toward my study—my rage burning within me so fierce, I could feel the heat rushing through my body like the fires of Orodruin.

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

When the time had come, the procession to our burial grounds began. I would not allow Nenduîl and Tárimë to walk beside their father and this did not seem to upset them. Once again, I was lying to rest someone close to me. I watched her parents grieve as her widower looked on through a tear-drenched face. Before she was locked away for eternity, Nenduîl placed a silver rose in her hands. 

Êlúriel took my hand as several elves shut Súlelenth into her stone tomb next to my father and all was done. We both took a small hand of the twins and led the procession back into the cavernous palace as dusk had started to fall.

“Your Majesty,” Haldúir said timidly, bowing before me. “Your kindness to my daughter I cannot repay.”

“You are family,” Êlúriel said.

“Arímë and I will return to Dale in the morning,” he said. “You have been a most gracious hosts.”

“If you wish,” I said. “I am sure Nimlos will send a proper escort with you to ensure a safe journey.”

I started to lead Nenduîl and Tárimë away without looking back when Linurial approached me.

“May I see the little ones to bed, Your Majesty,” she said cheerfully. “It has been quite a day for them.”

“Thank you,” I said. “How is Eärluin?”

“She is sleeping peacefully,” she said. 

Obediently, Nenduîl and Tárimë went with her as I looked for Elranduil. Before long, he came to me with Nimlos and Elmîr.

“Are you well, Thranduil,” Nimlos asked. “Nenloth wished me to ask this. She is concerned about the children. She knows they are in your care.”

“I am well,” I said. “Nenduîl and Tárimë are as well as to be expected under the circumstances. Do you know where Êlenuil has gone? I wish an audience with him.”

“I know,” Elmîr said. “Shall I get him for you? He is with his brother Elendôr and my son Árelë just now.”

“If you will,” I said. “I want every prince in the realm to be present."––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-10-17

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. VIII/a)

“It was not long after the wedding did time swiftly bring to Mirkwood more little elves for its last generation. As many things often came to me in the early morning, I was caught unaware. I was alone in my chambers resting peacefully when my doors flew open and an excited Isílriel ran in with Fëaluin not far behind.

“Ada,” she yelled. “Come quickly! You must come quickly.”

“Isílriel, please,” I said covering my ears. “Whatever it is, I am quite sure it can be said in a whisper."

“Why are you still in bed,” she asked.

“Because, I am the king,” I said. “Why are you in my chambers yelling at me so early?”

“Nana said I would find you here,” she said.

“Well,” I said as I sat up. “Imagine finding her husband in our room.”

“Súlelenth and Aradúlin have given birth,” Fëaluin said, motioning to my dressers to enter. “We have three new elves.”

“Three,” I asked, motioning for Isílriel to turn away as I stood up and walked to my dressing corner. “I thought two maidens were married nine months ago. Why would there be three elven children born?”

“Súlelenth has given birth to twins,” Isílriel said. “One of each.”

“One of each,” I laughed. “Each of what?”

“A boy and a girl,” Fëaluin said, lightly smacking my head. “Aradúlin gave birth a boy.”

“Where is Êlúriel,” I asked. I knew she had spent most of the night overseeing the princesses with the ladies.

“Nana is with Súlelenth,” Isílriel said turning around. “Ëariâth is with Aradúlin, of course. I cannot choose where to stay, Ada. They are all so beautiful.”

When the dressers were done, they left us alone.

“To whom shall I go first,” I asked. 

Their faces changed instantly—gone was the excitement they once had.

“What is the matter?”

“It is Súlelenth,” Fëaluin began. “She was weakened by labor. She lives but Linurial confided in me she will not make it should any illness disturb her delicate nature.”

“What of her children,” I asked.

“They are healthy, Ada,” Isílriel said sadly. “They have fared better than their mother.”

I embraced my daughter as she began to cry. I nodded at Fëaluin.

“So I shall go to Súlelenth first,” I said. “Will you be able to take me there, Isílriel?”

“Yes, Ada,” she said looking at me.

She led us out into the hall and through one winding corridor to Êlenuil and Súlelenth’s room.

I entered a room of solemn faces bowing to me as I entered. I looked to see Súlelenth lying in bed—pale, weak and damp from sweat; her head on her mother’s lap with her husband kneeling by her bedside holding her hand.

“Your Majesty,” she said softly. “I wish I could stand in your presence, but I am afraid birth has weakened me for now.”

“No need to worry,” I said. “There will be plenty of time for that. For now, you need your rest. Êlenuil, where are your children?”

He pointed to a corner where Êlúriel and Mîráre stood beside two elaborately carved cradles—each holding a sleeping newborn. I slowly went over to see them. I did not wish to wake them.

“This is Nenduîl,” Êlúriel whispered. I saw a sleeping baby, with soft golden hair.

“This is his sister Tárimë,” Mîráre said, showing me another newborn. She stirred in her sleep—opening her bright grey eyes that seemed to know who I was. Her hair nearly matched Êlúriel’s in color.

“They are beautiful,” I said. “Êlúriel, may I have a word with you?”

She nodded as she handed Nenduîl to Isílriel. As we turned to leave, everyone bowed. I motioned to Fëaluin to follow. Once in the hall, I felt a sense of comfort. The sight of Súlelenth had disturbed me greatly.

“Fëaluin, send word to Elranduil and Ardúin of my arrival,” I said.

He nodded and went his way. I turned to Eluriel.

“I expect you know of Súlelenth’s frailty,” I said.

“I do,” she said. “As does Arímë.”

“She could die,” I said.

“I know,” she said, looking down.

“Do her parents know about Êlenuil,” I asked.

“No,” she said, raising her head and looking at me. “I would tell them no such a thing now or ever.”

“I will not ask your reasons until this day is done,” I said. “When I do, do not hold a thing from me.”

“My reasons are the same as yours,” she said. “Though, I suspect you have had a change of heart whether to say anything about it to Arímë and Haldúir.”

“I cannot say,” I said, thinking. “I need time. For now, I will go to Elendôr and Aradúlin.”

She nodded and the guards opened the doors for her to return again. I continued down the hall for a time until I came to two more doors. As they opened, I heard the distinct sound of a crying infant. Inside, the mood was light and joyful. Aradúlin was sitting up in bed with Ëariâth and Ninyávë sitting on either side of her—Ardúin and Arlúin at the foot of her bed as Ardôr and Tarthon looked on with pride as Elranduil walked around whispering to a small baby with bright blue eyes and the shiniest golden hair I’d ever seen.

“I see you finally found someone to talk to, Elranduil,” I said.

Hardly looking up, he came to me showing off the newest addition to his family.

“His name is Aranduil,” he said. “Elendôr wanted to name him after us.”

“Oh, to condemn a child to such a fate,” Eldôr said from across the room. “I remain proud nonetheless.”

“Ada, put him down,” Orísil said. “He was like this when Êleneth was born, was he not, Nana?”

“Yes he was,” Ardúin said rising from the bed and taking Aranduil from her husband. “Time to feed him, and time for all of you to leave. That means you as well, Elranduil.”

As we began to leave, we were being replaced by more ladies of the court. Once in the hall the doors closed and we just stood looking at each other for a moment.

“I never liked when they did that,” Eldôr said.

“Not at all,” Orísil said.

“It is so cruel,” Elranduil said.

Ardôr and Tarthôn tried not to laugh.

“No use standing around. We have council,” Fëaluin said. “Shall we?”

“I wish to see my brother, if I may,” Elendôr said. “I know he grieves for Súlelenth’s malaise.”

“You may,” I said.

“I worry for Êlenuil,” Ardôr said watching his son leaving. “What will he do if she were to die?”

“Do not say such a thing,” Tarthôn said. “The thought pains even me.”

I did not say a word about it for the rest of the day. I kept my thoughts to myself until evening when I could speak to Êlúriel.

Needless to say, by evening, Êlúriel said nothing to me about Súlelenth. We went about our nightly routine in silence. This continued for days then months as Súlelenth started grow stronger. Soon she seemed to return to good health and found joy in watching her children grow.”–TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 10-30-17

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Chapter V: The Fall of Dol Guldur (Pt. VI)

“Before the light of day, I was dressed and prepared to ride to Dol Guldur. I did not want to wake Nenduîl and Tárimë as I knew they would worry. I walked through the front gates to where my warriors waited for me with Fëaluin, Eldôr, Elranduil and Nimlos.

“Thranduil, son of Oropher,” I heard a voice whisper to me. I turned around to see Galadriel standing behind me. “You have little to fear. You are your father’s son. He would be proud of you.”

“Thank you, Galadriel,” I said. I kissed her hand. “Look southward to our victorious return.”

She smiled and nodded and I went on my way. As a stable hand brought my horse, I noticed Isílion and Tárion speaking with Elmîr and Sildúr. Upon my approach, they bowed.

“You are to take me to Celeborn,” I asked them.

“Of course,” Tárion said. “When His Majesty is ready.”

I looked at my warriors and mounted my horse. The others followed suit. I gave the command and the banners were raised.

“Noro,” I said. “To Dol Guldur.”

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

We rode in silence—our minds deep in thought. Would this truly be the last battle I would ever see? Would I return home and would I ever see Legolas again? The unknown is often the only thing we know—it is the certainty that anything can and will happen. The mystery lies within us as to the outcome. I always thought I knew what I would do any given moment and realizing too late that preparation was merely expectation of something unexpected.

As we made our way closer to Dol Guldur, we me Tarthôn and Aruilos at their position at Emyn Duir as their men were packing the camp to move further South.

“Father,” he said. “It is good to see you again.”

“What news have you heard from Celeborn,” I asked.

“His warriors were able to force what was left of the glamhoth into their garrison,” Aruilos said. “Not long after many were lost not far from Angrenost. Lord Celeborn sent word to us that they have surrounded them preparing to lay siege upon them.”

“Upon my arrival, no less,” I said. “Let us go together so we might set up camp before nightfall.”

They nodded and hurried to their horses.

“Where is Ardôr,” Elranduil asked looking for his son. “I thought he would be here with Êlenuil and Elendôr.”

“They went on ahead, Ada,” Orísil said as he rode up to us. “Not long after Celeborn sent word to you.”

“He knew of the messenger,” he asked.

“You mean Lady Galadriel,” Orísil said smiling. “Yes, of course.”

“He told you this himself,” Nimlos asked.

“No,” he answered. “From one called Glorfindel.”

Elranduil let out a deep sigh as Nimlos laughed with Eldôr.

“Come,” I said sternly. “Let us not tarry any longer.”

I thought back long ago to when I first met Glorfindel. Beyond what I remembered of him, I was lost in the memory of my father and Melros I lost at Dagorlad. Before long my thoughts were turned to seeing the Elves of Lothlórien making camp. When we had stopped, I motioned to Fëaluin. He took charge of preparing my tent. As I dismounted, I stood beside Elranduil, Nimlos, Eldôr, Tarthôn Orísil and Aruilos as Isílion and Tárion waited with us as Haldir and his brothers Rúmil and Orophin approached us.

“Your Majesty,” Haldir said bowing. “Good to see you again. Lord Celeborn awaits you in his tent. Shall we, Your Majesty?”

I nodded and we made our way toward a large white tent with silver and white banners at its doors. I entered to see Ardôr and his sons waiting with us with Celeborn.

“Celeborn, son of Galadhon,” I said approaching him. “I have come to you as promised.”

“So you have,” he said. “I am indebted to you.”

“You need not be,” I said. “You know me well enough to know I would do anything to bring peace to my people. We have been cast asunder by the evil of Sauron for far too long. I wish to put and end to it. My life is a small price to pay should that be the cost.”

“Not you, Thranduil,” he said. “You will not fall here or anywhere I imagine. You might well be the strongest of our kin. I know you are the most headstrong of our kind.”

“I have lost too much not to be so,” I said. “Too much I have endured not to be strong when I must. But enough idle chatter. How do we bring about the fall of Dol Guldur once and for all?”

He went to his table as the tent began to fill with elves that would lead the charge. When everyone was accounted, I stood with Celeborn at his table with Fëaluin at my side. Before we could start, two elves entered.

“Many apologies for my lateness,” the first said. He had long hair of gold and grey eyes that seemed softened by tragedy but no less courageous.

“None is necessary,” Celeborn said smiling. “You remember Thranduil, do you not?”

“It has been quite a long time,” he began as he bowed. “Perhaps too long.”

“Galathil,” I said. “It has been too long.”

The other elf that entered stood beside Celeborn quietly. He bowed politely—his youth obvious to everyone, with his soft brown hair and deep green eyes.

“This is Ëarmîr,” Celeborn said. “He is council to me and my brother, Galathil.”

I nodded and once again all fell quiet as we readied ourselves to discuss our offensive.

“Many orcs may not remain, but they fight no less fiercely,” Celeborn began. “Their allegiance is to one greater than life itself—to the one that they have given what is left of a soul that remains within them.”

“It was the detriment that they parceled themselves thin,” Galathil said. “Quickly they fell at Angrenost underestimating that which they thought powerless.”

“The Ents,” Ëarmîr said softly. “They left few to retreat save one or two—far less than what returned from the borders of Lothlórien.”

“We have the advantage of limiting when and where they fight surrounding their fortress,” I said. “But not long will it be before they decide to give all or nothing to what little they have left. Let the bowmen take as many down as allowed and the rest of us will wait for their emergence from squalor—for that what will be too much to bare.”

“I will prepare my men tonight,” Aradin said. “With the arches of Lothlorien, we should have plenty to surround the whole of Dol Guldur and hold them for days.”

I nodded and he rose and left quickly with Elmîr close behind.

“This will be the last battle we shall fight,” Celeborn said.

“It has to be,” I said. “For if we do not win, everyone in this world will live in darkness."--Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 03-09-17

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Chapter XXVII (EXT): Mirkwood to Eryn Lasgalen/Legolas’ Return

“I emerged from my tent at dawn to the sound I had not heard for centuries it seemed—birds chirping melodiously. Nearby, there were woodland creatures roaming beneath the forest tress softly swaying in unison as a gentle breeze blew through their branches. The sky began to lighten as the sun rose; it was a vibrant blue I could almost touch.

Evil was gone. I could not help but remember the years that had come before—so many years of darkness intermingled with moments of joy swirling around times of anguish. I had come out of the shadows to see the dawn of the new age father had said I would.

“Thranduil, son of Oropher,” I heard a voice say beside me. It was Galathil.

“Galathil, son of Galadhon,” I answered. “So this is the day our fathers wished to see.”

“Yes,” he said. “And yet, it comes as every day before it—in a whisper too quiet for us to hear. Perhaps that is how time wishes it to be. To allow us to appreciate all that is given and all that is lost.”

“I have spent much of my life fighting time as much as evil,” I said. “I have never known what it would like not to fight something.”

“I am sure you will not miss it,” he said. “You will not forget it, but you will not miss it.”

“I know one day, I will forget,” Celeborn said as he walked toward us with Ëarmîr. “I look forward to that day with great expectation. For now, I look forward to our return to your palace, Thranduil. Galadriel is waiting.”

“I must apologize to you, Celeborn,” I said as I saw Eldôr approaching with Elranduil. “I did not prepare her for the horrors of my halls.”

“What horrors,” Celeborn asked concerned.

“Five little elven children, I am afraid,” Elranduil said smiling. “They are rather precocious. They seemed to have inherited such behavior from me, right dear cousin?”

I gave him weak smile as he laughed with the others.

“I am sure they cannot be anywhere near the trouble of Elladan and Elrohir,” Celeborn said laughing. “I am sure Galadriel is fine, though I cannot promise the same for the children.”

As we laughed together I noticed Êlenuil with his brother Elendôr. He had a grey horse by its reins that was saddled and prepared for a long journey.

“If you excuse me,” I said.

I walked toward them; my gait heavy as my heart. They bowed to me as I came before them.

“So you are leaving, Êlenuil,” I said. “So soon after battle?”

“I must,” he said quietly, looking at the ground. “It is for the best.”

“You do remember what I asked of you?”

“Yes, Thranduil,” he answered as he looked at me. “You have my word.”

“I will send your children to you when the time comes,” I said. “I trust you will be there to receive them.”

“I will wait for them,” he said. “You have my word.”

I felt sorry for Êlenuil for his pain was palpable. His sorrow reminded me of myself when I lost Êlúriel. I wondered if I had been too hard on him.

“Elendôr, go see to your father,” I said. “I would like a moment with your brother.”

“Yes, Thranduil,” he said bowing. We watched him walk away toward camp. I could see things were being prepared for the journey back to the palace.

“Have I been too harsh with you, Êlenuil,” I asked. “If I have, forgive me.”

“You have been nothing more than noble,” he said. “As expected a King.”

“You are my kin,” I said. “You are a prince of the realm. You returned to fight for your people. I do not know anything more noble than that.”

“Thank you,” he said smiling beneath his golden hair.

“I remember when I almost lost my wife,” I began, my mind reliving the moment again as it had for centuries. “I would be remiss if I did not tell you how it was for me.”

“There is no need for you to remember such pain,” he said.

“I have never forgotten,” I said. “I have lived every day with that pain. There is not a moment I do not think how I almost lost her. I cannot fathom what it must feel like to lose such a great love as you have. Forgive me.”

I could tell by Êlenuil’s expression that my face had fallen grave. I felt the tears falling down my cheek as they had the day I held Êlúriel’s body in my arms—thinking I had lost her.

“I do not deserve her,” I said. “She is too good for me, but she loves me as if I were. If she had died that day, I know she would not have wanted me to leave our children without a father nor a kingdom without a king. I know how you long for Súlelenth, Êlenuil.”

Êlenuil was looking at me, his face serene. He had a smile on his face—one I had not seen since his youth.

“I know,” he said. “That is why I left Nenduîl and Tárimë with you.”

“What are you saying,” I asked trying to compose myself rather poorly. “I do not understand.”

“When they were born, grandfather remarked how much they reminded him of you and the Queen,” he said. “Her mother would tell her stories when she was a child about your love. When she died, I could not look at my children not because I did not love them. It was not because I lost their mother, though I loved her with all my heart. I knew she was mortal and would have died as mortals will. I could not look at them because they were so close and reminded me of you and Queen Êlúriel.”

I had regain some composure as I found myself wanting to understand what Êlenuil was trying to say.

“I am afraid you have lost me,” I said.

“I know they bring you much joy,” he said nearly laughing. “No matter how hard you try to show otherwise. You are the worst liar in all of Arda, you realize.”

“I am not,” I said defiantly.

“They were born out of love aptly named for a love everlasting.”

I was at a loss for words or thoughts.

“And Eärluin,” I asked. “She should know who her father is.”

"She reminds me too much of Súlelenth,” he said. “They adore you both. “I could not bare to lose their love.”

“You are their father,” I said. “How could they not love you?”

“I know they love me,” he said. “I love them very much. But they are a comfort to you. As much a gift to you as they were to me. I think it was for you they were born. They know their purpose and I know mine,” Êlenuil said smiling. “I will keep my word to you.”

We looked at each other—seemingly knowing what the other felt. He embraced me and I could not help but return it.

“Thank you for the mithril,” he whispered, releasing me from his embrace. He mounted his horse and rode toward the west as he had done once before. I watched him until I could not see him.

“Thranduil,” I heard someone say. I looked to see Elranduil standing next to me. “Something the matter?”

“No,” I said. “I was just seeing Êlenuil on his way.”

“We await you to lead us home,” he said. “Unless there is a reason you wish us to remain here and watch you stare at trees.”

I grinned at him—nearly laughing at myself. I nodded and we headed toward camp. Seeing the elves of Mirkwood and Lothlórien together brought back memories of the last time we were together. This time, we were not riding off to war; we were riding home victorious.

I mounted my horse and looked around to see elven soldiers proudly awaiting my command.  At my side waited Celeborn smiling serenely.

“Shall we,” he asked.

I smiled in return, motioned to move forward. As our procession began it’s slow move home, I looked back at the smoldering ruins of what was once Dol Guldur. Though it would be a long time before it would once again resemble Amon Lanc, the darkness was gone from my kingdom forever.

For a time, we traveled in silence—each of us savoring the victory filled the air and fell over the whole of Arda. As we made our way closer to the palace, a faint sound of cheers was heard.

“Word still travels quickly among our people,” Celeborn remarked.

“It is just as well,” I said. “We return victorious as I told Galadriel we would.”

“Seems Galadriel is not the only one with the gift of foresight,” he said.

“Not so much foreseen as promised, Celeborn.”

As we came to the path leading to the bridge, my kingdom welcomed us with glorious fanfare. Under a shower of flower petals. I could see my court waiting for us joyfully on the bridge. Before them, Galadriel stood with Isilriel alongside Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin. As we stopped, I dismounted as they came running to me.

“Ada,” they squealed as I knelt down to embrace them.

“You are home,” Tárimë said.

“Yes, I am,” I answered, as I noticed they were dressed in their finest court attire. “And how did you manage to greet me dressed so elegantly?”

“Lady Galadriel,” Nenduîl said pouting. “She told us it would please you.”

“It is itchy, Ada,” Eärluin said, scratching her neck.

“I am well pleased,” I said as I saw Galadriel approaching as Celeborn and the rest of the princes began to great their loved ones. I stood up and bowed to her.

“You must be weary,” she said embracing Celeborn. “Let our warriors take their rest before we return home, if they may, Thranduil.”

“Of course,” I said. “Fëaluin, prepare the court for celebration if you will.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said smiling, his wife Linurial in his arms. “It would be my pleasure.”

As everyone made their way into the palace, I remained behind with Nenduîl and Tárimë.

“Tell me, children,” I began. “Did you mind yourselves while I was away?”

“I did,” Tárimë said. “I cannot say the same for my brother.”

“I was well-behaved,” Nenduîl said defensively. “Much more than my sister.”

“If I were to ask Galadriel, what would she say to me?”

There was a moment of silence and I could not help myself but to laugh.

“I was very good,” Eärluin said. “Nana said so.”

“Where is Nana,” I asked, worried.

“She is waiting for you inside,” Tárimë said. “She said she wanted to see you alone.”

Curious, I entered the palace behind them. I was happy to home and wanted to see Êlúriel.

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

Inside, the children went their way as I made my way into my study where waited the many faces of my lifetime. To thunderous applause I was received. I approached Celeborn as he stood beside Galathil, Eärmîr, Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin. We stood for a moment looking at one another as the praise subsided. It was then that we embraced one another. Cheers returned again—the sound rising louder than the falls behind us.

“Let no more time fall between us now that darkness has fallen from the rest of our days,” I said. “It is a day I never thought I would see but for my father I am his eyes from the grave. He would be proud.”

“Yes, he would, Thranduil,” Celeborn said. “Tonight we celebrate and tomorrow you will face the world as King of Eryn Lasgalen.”

“What,” I said taken aback. “What are you saying?”

Celeborn smiled as Galathil patted me on the shoulder.

“You were never one to take anything without bewilderment,” Galathil said. “Or so I have been told.”

“Yes, I am afraid my cousin is often taken aback,” I heard Elranduil say as he approached. “Good news or bad, it does take him a moment to find the words to say anything.”

“Well, then. He has the rest of the evening to find his words,” Celeborn said. “In the meantime, I believe your court is being prepared for celebration and I shall take my leave to do likewise.”

I never heard the study empty nor had I realized I had regained my kingdom. It was a moment I would never forget—after so long under the curse of Sauron, I had come full circle to see my kingdom through sorrow and pain to joy and peace.

For as long as there is a kingdom to rule, you will. My father’s words rang true—as I heard them spoken once more from my heart.

“Thranduil,” I heard my name called. I turned to see Nimlos.

“Yes,” I asked. “What is it?”

“Time to get ready for the celebration,” he said. “You are not going like that, are you?”

I looked down at myself. I was still in my armor—stained with dirt and the dried blood of orcs.

“I could use a change of wardrobe,” I answered. “And a bath."

I went to my bath and noticed I was alone. I looked forward to having a moment to myself. After my armor was removed, my dressers left to prepare my wardrobe for the evening. Once in the bath, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and felt myself release all the tension of the day. Though exhausted, I wondered where Êlúriel was as I had yet to see her.

“You never cease to amaze me,” I heard a voice say to me.

“Elranduil,” I answered. “Who allowed you in here?”

“Amusing, Thranduil,” he answered. I opened one eye to see him sitting nearby in his robe and fresh from his bath. “I wanted to see to your well-being.”

“What do you want,” I asked.

“Not a thing,” he answered. “Though father wanted to know how you were. You seemed beyond his reach for a moment What is on your mind?”

“I am in need of rest is all,” I answered as I closed my eye. “Nothing more. Uncle mustn’t worry himself although I am quite sure it is you that would like to know more.”

“No,” he said. “Though your son wishes to speak with you before tonight’s celebration.”

I opened my eyes and sat up.

“Tarthôn,” I asked. “Is something the matter?”

“Not at all,” Elranduil answered. “He is quite well. There is no hurry. He is with Ëariâth just now. He has something he wishes to tell you. He refuses to tell anyone but you.”

“I have raised him well, then,” I said reclining once more. “He knows you can never keep a secret.”

“I can so,” he said rising. “I kept many of your secrets. Is it my fault Ardúin could get them from me? She can be quite persuasive.”

“She is not persuasive, Elranduil. You are afraid of her.”

“I am not,” he began as a servant entered and bowed.

“Yes,” I asked.

“I was sent by Her Highness, Princess Ardúin,” he said quietly. “She wishes for His Highness Prince Elranduil to join her immediately.”

“Tell her I shall be with her in a moment,” Elranduil said.

“Now, Elranduil,” a voice came from across the room. It was Ardúin. I could not help but laugh.

“If you will excuse me,” Elranduil said. “My wife requires my presence.”

He hurried away with the servant. I took another moment to enjoy my solitude—closing my eyes to rest.

“You kept your word,” a voice said.

It was Êlúriel. I opened my eyes just as she had slipped into the water and glided over to me and embracing me.

“So I have,” I said, holding her. We did not say another word as we found ourselves lost in a kiss and locked in an embrace for what seemed a magical eternity. When she was done with me, she stepped out of the bath, wrapped herself her robe and rang for the servants.

“Do not be late, Thranduil,” she said, smiling.

Soon the servants arrived. I stepped out of my bath and was dried and dressed in a robe and I made my way to my room. The guards opened my door and I entered. A moment later, my dressers entered and began to prepare me for the night. I was placed in the colors of spring—rich greens with silver embroidered leaves on my coat. A knock came to my door.

“Enter,” I said as one servant began combing my hair. It was Tarthôn with Aranduil close behind.

“How’s Nana,” he asked grinning.

“You have a shadow with you, son,” I said, smiling thinking about Êlúriel.

Tarthôn turned and picked up his grandson.

“Well what do you know,” he said. “How did you come upon me, Aranduil?”

“I followed you,” he said. “I wanted to come.”

“I think he wanted to see you as much as I did,” Tarthôn said. “You look fine this evening, Ada.”

“Am I to assume Êlúriel is waiting for us?”

“She does,” he answered.

“Elranduil said you wished to tell me something.”

“Yes,” he began. “There is word from Gondor.”

“Gondor,” I asked. “What of it?”

“Legolas has survived the war,” he said. “He is there with Aragorn. I was told of it before we left Dol Guldur. It would appear Legolas sent a messenger ahead of the news.”

I turned slowly toward Tarthôn—who was straightening Aranduil’s little buttons on his robe. When he looked up, his face was smiling as brightly as my own must have been.

“This is wonderful news,” I said. “Wonderful. I have both of my sons and I could not ask for more.”

“Me,” Aranduil said angrily. “I am here too.”

“Yes,” I said. “You are here as well, Aranduil. How could I have forgotten?”

In overwhelming joy, I embraced them both. I knew I would see my sons together again some day soon.

“Let us celebrate, Ada,” Tarthôn said as he put Aranduil down. “The kingdom awaits.”

“Very well,” I said.

We left my room and entered the hall. As we approached the court room, festive spring colors dressed everything from pillar to post. Green, indigo, red, yellow and white created an aura of the forest floor. Êlúriel stood at her throne, her gown the color of mine, her crown upon her head as a halo. My court once engaged fell quiet as I took my place beside her.

“Tonight we celebrate,” I began “For the darkness that fell upon our kingdom is no more. It is a new day not only for the elves, but for all that live in every corner of this world. Peace has finally returned to the Woodland Realm.”

A roar of cheers filled the room and resounding into every crevice of the halls with a sound that for the first time was greater than the force of the waterfalls’ ever flowing. I walked down from my throne and made my way to the room above the festivities. Upon reaching the window seat, I remembered the night of my wedding—sitting with Êlúriel in a quiet moment.

I continued further up the stairs to the room where I spoke with my father many times before he died in the War of the Last Alliance. I walked over to the window and looked out over Forest River quietly flowing into Long Lake. The trees were turning black with the setting of the sun but I could see the stars beginning to peek through the eastern sky one by one.

“Ada,” I heard a child say. It was Nenduîl. I turned to see him and Tárimë standing behind me. I motioned to them to come. I noticed for the first time how much they had grown as they approached me.

“It is a beautiful night,” Tárimë said looking over the balcony. “Can we go outside now?”

“In the morning,” I said. “After the ceremony.”

“What ceremony,” Nenduîl asked looking terrified. “Do I have to dress up again?”

“Nenduîl, you are a Prince of the realm. It is proper protocol.”

“I am not fond of proper protocol,” he said leaning against me. “It is very uncomfortable.”

“I am a Princess,” Tárimë said. “I like being a Princess.”

“That is because you are a girl,” her brother said sticking his tongue out.

“Children, behave yourselves,” I said trying not to laugh. I remembered how much I did not like proper palace protocol at their age. “It will not be too long and afterward you are free to play with the other children.

“Outside,” Nenduîl asked looking up at me—eyes wide with excitement.

“Yes, outside.”

“Will you come with us,” Tárimë asked.

“I have some things to do. I am the King you realize.”

The both stood beside one another giving me their best sad and down trodden look in a rather convincing attempt at forcing my hand.

“Very well, perhaps I will join you after I am done with my duties,” I said.

Smiling they embraced me and I in return.

“We love you, Ada,” they said.

“I love you both very much,” I said, thinking about the last time I saw their father at Dol Guldur. I wondered should I tell them about Êlenuil.

“Nenduîl. Tárimë,” I heard Elranduil say. “Ardúin is looking for you. I need a word with Thranduil.”

They ran off into the darkness that had begun to surround the forest. I leaned agains the balcony once more as Elranduil joined me.

“How is the celebration,” I asked. “Am I needed?”

“It is fine, Thranduil,” he said. “You are noticeably missing but you are the king. You do what you like.”

“True,” I answered. “Why are you here?”

“I am here because I can do what I like,” he said.

“We like far too many of the same things, cousin.”

“I am afraid that runs in the family,” he said. “It would seem so does wandering away to think about all that has come to pass.”

“We have seen many things,” I began. “Some things I am glad I will never see again. There are a few things I want to see again."

“I know,” he said softly.

“Father,” I said. “I wish he were here to see this day. Come, Elranduil. Let us return to the celebration. I believe the king should see to his court.”

We began walking toward the stairs where the sound of merrymaking filled the air. I hesitated for a moment.

“If you do not wish to return, your subjects will understand,” Elranduil said.

“I wish to join them,” I said. “I realized how long it has been since we had something to celebrate. It has been too long. Far too long.”

We began our descent down to the court room when I was met by Galathil.

“Thinking again,” he asked. Elranduil nodded and went on his way.

“Of course, Galathil,” I answered. “I am the son of Oropher. Thinking is an inherited trait.”

“Father always said as much. You realize Ëarmîr reminds me of Oropher every day. His mother would be proud. I wish our sister could be here to see how he has grown.”

“War has taken many over the centuries that never should have been lost—whether by death or by choice,” I said quietly.

I gave him a pat on the back and walked through the court of bowing courtiers on my way out the front gates and across the bridge.

It was the clearest of nights—it seemed every star in the heavens were shining. I made my way to the tomb of Oropher.

“I miss you, Ada,” I said feeling tear welling in my eyes. “I wish you could be here to see peace in our kingdom. I wish you could have known my son Legolas. He fought gallantly to save the world.”

I could not stop crying. Emotion took me from my posture as I fell to the ground. Three thousand years of pain flowed from me like a waterfall. I do not remember for how long I cried but when I stopped there was no sound left but those of nature. I looked up and was startled by a vision of my mother.

Dressed in a white gown flowing with her hair behind her.

“Thranduil, my son,” she said. “Do not weep for you brought peace to our kingdom and to our people.”

“Nana,” I said standing. “Is that you?”

She reached out and embraced me and I felt her close to me as I had in my youth.

“My little Isilya,” she said. I knew it was Nimeithel. “You have changed so much. I can see it in your eyes. But it is for the best. Soon you must decide what to do and it will be the hardest choice you will ever make.”

“What choice,” I asked. “What else could there be? The war is over. There is peace.”

“I cannot say but you will know when the time comes. I miss you, Thranduil. Since I left you. But I knew then as now that I will see you again. I must go now. I needed to see you once more before you left.”

“Where would I go,” I asked as she kissed my cheek and moved away further and further.” Where would I go? Mother? Nana?”

“What vexes you, Thranduil,” a voice said. I turned to see Eldôr.

“Did you see my mother,” I asked staring into the pitch of night. “She was here. Mother was here.”

“Oh course she was, Thranduil,” he said almost mockingly. “Nimeithel tends to do such things.”

“You do not believe me,” I said defiantly.

“She told you that you would see her again,” he said gently. “And you will. But now you need to rest before the dawn. We have a ceremony to attend.”

As we began toward the palace, I couldn’t help but look back. Nimeithel was gone. I could not help but wonder what she meant about the choice I would have to make. That choice would come to me sooner than I would have wanted.

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

The day was more beautiful than I could remember—crisp and clear. I was dressed in my finest spring regalia to go before my people. I stood in the hall quietly awaiting my children. Soon, Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin came before me. Nenduîl looked uncomfortable in his little robes which were as mine and I tried not to laugh.

“Shall we go,” I asked.

“Not yet,” Êlúriel said as she stepped out of our room. She was breathtaking—more heavenly than earthly as she approached us. “Now, we can go.”

They nodded and we made our way down the hall toward the front gate. Before we were to exit, we awaited the rest of the family. Soon, Isílriel, Eldôr, Elranduil, Ardôr, Ninyáre, Tarthôn, Ëariâth, Orisil, Arlúin, Elendôr, Aradúlin, Tatháron, Aranduil, Auríel, Êleneth, Aramoth, Nenloth, Nimlos, Sildúriel, Aruilos, Nimlúin, Aradûial, Fëaluin and Linurial. When all were assembled, the doors were opened and we walked out into the sun.

Before us stood every elf in the kingdom standing side by side with elven warriors of Lothlórien. On the bridge awaited Celeborn, Galadriel, Galathil, Ëarmîr, Isílion, Tárion, Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin. As I took my place beside Celeborn and Galathil, I nodded—a smile across my face I felt for what seemed an eternity.

“Elves of Mirkwood,” Celeborn began. “The curse of Sauron that kept your people in shadow is no more. Your kin in the West need not fear any longer the darkness their kin in the East have endured alone. The name of your king shall once again be on the lips of all creatures in Arda as it was always meant to be. Forevermore shall he be known as King Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen.”

There rose from the elves cheers that could be heard for miles around. I turned to Celeborn as he smiled at me. I had no words to express the happiness I felt.

“You need not say a word, Thranduil,” he said. “It was my pleasure. We never should have let you suffer such evil alone. You are one of us—our kin. Forgive me such indignity.”

“There is nothing you have done that needs forgiving,” I said. “It was not your doing that our kingdom fell to Sauron. I know now you did what you felt you had to do. You are here now. That is all that matters.”

“Until tomorrow,” he said. “I am sure Elrond is waiting for us to return to prepare for a wedding.”

“Arwen and Aragorn,” I said.

“Galadriel can hardly contain herself,” he mused. “I find it refreshing she has lent her wisdom elsewhere rather than on me.”

“Seems Nenduîl would agree with you.”

“She told me about him,” he added. “A rather precocious stripling you have there. Galadriel needs more rest than we did coming from battle, I dare say.”

“I am afraid he gets it from my cousin, Elranduil,” I said laughing. “He was much like Nenduîl in his youth.”

“I remember you having an rather inquisitive penchant for trouble,” he said. “As it were, Elranduil told me as much. He said you still have an inkling of it.”

“Elranduil says many things,” I said glancing at him as he spoke with Galathil. “Most of which are exaggeration.”

He laughed and went to Galadriel as Aranduil, Nenduîl and Tárimë ran by followed by several other elven children nearly knocking over Ëarmîr.

“Must I stay, Uncle,” I heard him ask Galathil.

“I beg your pardon,” I asked walking over to them. “What is this about?”

“Ëarmîr will remain with you when we leave,” Galathil said. “He knows his place. Not a word until the day comes.”

“I do not understand,” I began before Elranduil interrupted.

“Enough for now,” he said. “We have things to attend to. If we may, Galathil?”

He nodded and walked away with Ëarmîr.

“Why is Ëarmîr staying with us,” I asked again. “Which of my council is he replacing?”

“No one is leaving,” he said escorting me into the palace. “He is staying with us for a brief time. I would not worry yourself about it just now. You have to decide what to do with the extended borders of Eryn Lasgalen.”

I stopped short of the main gates as the guards opened the door.

“I could have sworn I am the King of the realm,” I said angrily. “Yet, somehow I have no knowledge of what goes on within it. I demand that you tell me what is going on this instant.”

“I cannot tell you for it is not for me to tell,” he said. “Just know it is all for the best. Now, Fëaluin awaits us in your study.”

We continued on into the palace and into the study. I was prepared to protest when I stopped in my tracks. In my presence was Ardôr talking to his son Elendôr as Fëaluin spoke with Eldôr. They turned and bowed to me.

“You wished a word, Fëaluin,” I asked. “Perhaps you can tell me what no one else will."

“I gather you learned of Ëarmîr,” he said. “He will be staying in Eryn Lasgalen.”

“I am aware of that,” I said sharply. “Why is what I seem to find difficult to ascertain.”

“He is here for me,” he said. “I require additional assistance.”

“Oh, well,” I answered. “That tells me absolutely nothing.”

“I shall explain to you later, if I may, Thranduil,” he said reading a scroll. “My time is sacrosanct just now. Must prepare for tonight.”

“Tonight,” I asked perplexed. “What is tonight?”

“Dinner,” Eldôr said, patting my shoulder as he and Fëaluin walked past me and out of the study.

“Worry not, Thranduil,” Ardôr said quietly. “All is well in your kingdom.”

He left with Elendôr, leaving me and Elranduil to ourselves. I had a feeling of suspicion within that something was going to happen.

“Elranduil, what do you know,” I asked. “Please, tell me.”

“You are the King of Eryn Lasgalen,” he said. “If you wish to know more than that, I am afraid I will be of little help. I am just as confounded as you are, cousin.”

I knew then I was in for another revelation that would be more spectacular than the last.

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

It was dawn when Êlúriel and I stood with our court on the bridge to bid farewell to Celeborn, Galathil and Galadriel. Beside me stood Elranduil and Ëarmîr, who earlier had a private moment with Galathil and Celeborn before becoming a member of my court. I was curious as to why he was required to stay, however, the time to inquire would come.

“Your Majesty,” Haldir began. “It has truly been a pleasure. My brothers and I have never felt more at home outside Lothlórien in a long time.”

“Think nothing of it,” I said. “You are welcome always in my kingdom.”

“We shall see you again,” Galadriel began, giving me a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Beyond these borders you will one day find your way. Do not tarry.”

I smiled at her; perplexed by her words. Celeborn and Galathil smiled as Isílion and Tárion approached.

“The warriors are ready to return to Lothlórien, My Lords and Lady,” Isílion said. “All has been prepared.”

“See your way home,” Celeborn said to me.

He embraced me one last time and took Galadriel’s hand and went the length of the bridge to their horses. Galathil followed close behind. When everyone was upon their steeds, the elves of Lothlórien left Eryn Lasgalen.

“So, Ëarmîr,” I began. “What task has been given you that you are left in my charge as a new member of my court?”

“You will know soon enough, Your Majesty,” he said softly. “For now, you should take pleasure in your new kingdom and its expanded borders.”

“So I shall,” I said. “And I shall have Fëaluin find you a place in council.”

We entered the palace and the days that came thereafter would be filled with wonders.

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

Months went by with little fanfare—as the entire kingdom began to become accustomed to a peaceful existence. So many years had gone by where we stood guard and waited for evil to come upon us, even the twitter of birds frightened us whenever one would snap a twig under foot.

One day, I decided to go for a ride with Nenduîl and Tárimë. The care of the royal children was given to Ëarmîr by Fëaluin and he was quite adept at caring for them much to the consternation of Nenduîl and Aranduil. Ëarmîr began to find his place and a friend in Tárimë who adored hearing stories from the court of Lady Galadriel. She had started to grow into young lady wanting to become as elegant and graceful as all the elven maidens of the past.

As I was looking forward to spending the day away from court, Elranduil and Eldor approached me with Tarthôn and Nimlos as I emerged from my chambers.

“Come quickly,” Eldôr said. “Fëaluin is at the front gate.”

“Why,” I asked. “Something amiss?”

“A rider approaches,” Elranduil said. “Come quickly.”

We hurried ourselves toward the front gates and into the crisp morning where Êlúriel waited for us. I could see from a distance lone rider making his way toward us.

“Who is it, Ada,” I heard Nenduîl ask as he ran to my side with his sister and cousin.

I could see who it was and I felt a smile cross my face with eager anticipation.

“Legolas,” I said to myself. “It is Legolas.”

“My son,” Êlúriel whispered.

When his horse stopped at the foot of the bridge, he dismounted as servants helped his companion—a dwarf warrior—down to the ground. Legolas slowly approached me I made my way to him. When were standing in front of one another, we both seemed lost in the sight of one another.

“Ada,” he finally said. “I told you I would return to you.”

I could not contain my joy and embraced him tightly.

“My son,” I whispered to him. “My son. Welcome home.”

I did not want to let him go. My son—my heir—was home at last. When I finally released him, Êlúriel took her turn.

“I knew you would return,” she said. “My little Greenleaf.”

“Nana,” he said, blushing.

Beside him stood the dwarf that arrived with him. He bowed eloquently as any prince would to a king. In his face, I recognized another.

“Ada and Nana, this is Gimli, son of Glóin,” Legolas said. “He is a friend and one of the Fellowship.”

“So I have heard,” I said. “We were fortunate to have met his father again not long before in Dale when I attended the burial of King Dáin of Erebor. It is an honor to meet you Gimli, son of Glóin.”

“And I you, Your Majesty,” Gimli said smiling through his wooly beard cheerfully. “You are not as fearsome as they said.”

“I am glad to hear it,” I said. I could hear Elranduil and Nimlos hiding their laughter behind me as Tarthôn approached.

“Welcome home, brother,” he said to Legolas, embracing him. “Good to have you home once more.”

“It is good to be home,” Legolas answered. “I told Gimli all about you.”

“I feel as I have known you all my life,” Gimli said. “Wait until you hear about me.”

Everyone broke into laughter.

“Are you a real dwarf,” I heard Nenduîl ask as he and Aranduil looked him over curiously.

“I hope so,” he answered. “If I am not, my father will be quite disappointed.”

“Nenduîl, Aranduil,” Ëarmîr scolded. He had arrived in time to save me from my thoughts as I recalled Durin asking me if I were a real elf.

They looked at him and then at me.

“He is a real dwarf,” I answered. “He is welcomed to stay with us as long as he would like. He is a friend of Legolas. You will behave, will you not?”

“Of course, Ada,” Nenduîl said. “We will.”

“Very well, then,” I said. “Fëaluin, show our guest a place to rest. He must be weary from his travels. I wish to speak to my sons alone for a moment, if I may.”

"As you wish,” Fëaluin answered as he motioned to Gimli to follow him and everyone inside.

“It is good to have my sons with me again,” I said. “Together. I am very proud of both of you and all you have done for this world and your kingdom. I do not think there is father in all of Arda as glad as me.”

“Ada has become more sentimental since I have been away,” Legolas said smiling.

“Worse,” Tarthôn said. “Far worse.”

I embraced my sons and then we made our way into palace. Everything was once again as it should be.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-22-17

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.

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

“It was several days after the betrothal when news came to me by way of Nimlos. I was with Fëaluin and Elranduil when he rushed into my study.

“Thranduil,” he said excitedly. “Where is Êlúriel?”

“She is with Súlelenth and Aradúlin I presume,” I said. “Why are you out of breath, if I may ask?”

“They have come,” he said. “Súlelenth’s parents have come from Dale for the wedding of their daughter.”

Elranduil and I looked at one another—neither of us could fathom what we would expect.

“Where are they now,” Fëaluin asked.

“They are with Aramoth and Nenloth,” he began. “In the garden.”

Fëaluin looked at me—judging by his expression, I must have remained stunned gathering what thoughts would not come.

“Send them to court and have Eldôr sent to me,” he said. “I will attempt to get these two to do something other than stare into oblivion.”

Nimlos bowed and hurried away and Fëaluin slapped us each across the face.

“What was that for,” Elranduil asked.

“Did you think for a moment that Súlelenth’s parents would stay away,” he asked. “She is their daughter and is betrothed to your grandson.”

“Ardôr will not take this well,” I said. “He was less than joyous at the announcement even at my command or the wishes of his son.”

As I said those words, Eldôr entered with Legolas, Tarthon, Orísil and Ardôr.

“I hear that Súlelenth’s family has come into Mirkwood,” Ardôr said. “Did His Majesty know of this?”

“I just learned of it, Ardôr,” I said. “I am as surprised as you. Where are your sons?”

“They have gone for a ride,” Legolas said. “Shall I go find them?”

“No,” I said. “Go find your mother and send her to me, I wish to tell her myself. Send Aldáros after them, would you, Fëaluin?”

He nodded and left with Legolas close behind.

“Tell me, Nimlos,” I began. “What sort of mortals should I expect in my court?”

“They are humble,” he answered. “They have weathered many storms yet have want for only the necessities.”

“Does Êlenuil know them,” I asked.

“Yes,” Elranduil said. “They are aware of one another.”

“Why would you know of this,” Ardôr asked angrily.

“He told me, Ardôr,” he replied. You have isolated your sons because of your anger. They are afraid to speak with you.”

Ardôr turned his gaze to the floor—his face twisted in anguish. When he regain his composure, he looked at us.

“You are right, Ada,” he said. “My behavior has been less than exemplary. I shall be more agreeable from now on.”

“Agreeable to what,” Êlúriel asked as she entered the room with Legolas. Everyone bowed as she made her way over to me.

“We shall leave you alone with the Queen,” Eldôr said. “We will see you in audience.”

“What did you need, Thranduil,” she asked me when we were alone. “Legolas said you wished to tell me something.”

“I spoke with Nimlos,” I said. “Súlelenth’s parents are here.”

I had never seen Êlúriel’s face that way—it was incredulous; her eyes staring at me unflinching.

“I beg your pardon,” she said. “Her parents are in Mirkwood?”

“Yes, Êlúriel. They have come to see their daughter.”

“They have come to see their daughter,” she repeated.

“Êlúriel, are you going to repeat everything I say to you,” I asked. “I would have thought you would be happy.”

“You thought,” she asked. “When have you thought about anything?”

“You insult your husband,” I asked. “If I had known this would have angered you, I would have sent them away. They are your family.”

Flustered, Êlúriel had lost her usual graceful posture and it worried me.

“I apologize,” she said. “It has been so long since I have seen Arímë. The thought of seeing her again has vexed me.”

“If it will upset you, you need not take audience,” I said. “I can do this alone.”

“No,” she said quietly. “It is my duty to be with you. I am Queen of this realm.”

“Are you afraid to see her?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I know she is much changed and I am not. You must think ill of me for such vanity.”

I kissed her on her forehead.

“I could never think ill of you, Êlúriel,” I said.

“Forgive me, Thranduil,” she said. “You are most thoughtful. Especially with me. You did not deserve such an insult.”

“Not this day, but I have been guilty of thoughtlessness,” I said.

“I have as well on occasion,” she said.

“There will plenty of time to forgive each other tonight,” I said. “For now, we have an audience to attend.”

I motioned to one of the guards and he went into the hall to return with Fëaluin.

“They have arrived,” he said. “The court is awaits you.”

I nodded and he left to prepare to announces us. I took Êlúriel’s hand and we made our way anxiously into the hall and toward the throne room. 

“Presenting Their Majesties King Thrandul and Queen Êlúriel,” Fëaluin shouted. The court bowed as we ascended the throne. Once Êlúriel sat down, I looked upon the two mortals in the center of the room. 

“Welcome to my kingdom,” I said. “For whom do I owe this audience?”

“I am Haldúir of Dale, Your Majesty,” the man said. “This is my wife, Arímë. We have come to see our daughter, Súlelenth.” 

“You come now,” I asked. “Now that she is to wed a Prince of this realm? Why have I not seen you before? Why were you not in attendance to give your blessing at her betrothal, if you do not mind me asking?”

They said nothing—not even Nimlos or Nenloth dared to speak for them. I motioned for Ardôr to stand at my side.

“I am Ardôr, son of Elranduil,” he said. “It is to my eldest son, Êlenuil that your daughter is betrothed. I have heard you have met him. He has spoken kindly of you.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” he said. “Êlenuil has spoken highly of you, Your Highness. Forgive me for staying away. It was fear that kept me from allowing my wife to come see her only child.”

Looking over at his wife, I could see her resemblance to Nimlos and Nenloth. It was when she looked at me; I could see more of Êlúriel in her and it was alarming. They were a handsome couple even as age had begun to show. The man seemed far older than his wife as I had thought she would having lived much of her life as an elf.

Her gaze was set upon me and never wavered. Her stare ran through me like the sharpest blade—her green eyes and long golden hair of cascading waves. I found myself unable to escape her eyes that were as beguiling as Êlúriel’s.

“Your wife wished to come,” Ardôr asked curiously. “Why did you keep her away?”

“It was my mother, Sirurial of Brethil, that kept me away,” Arímë said as she stepped closer to us. “It was her story that kept us away.”

I watched as her gaze moved toward Êlúriel. I felt apprehensive yet powerless to do anything.

“Your mother,” Ardôr asked.

“My mother has been dead for many years,” she began. “She passed away a long time ago. I am the daughter of Gildúr. He was the brother of Annariel, mother of Queen Êlúriel.”

I did not hear the court gasping at her revelation nor did I see the gaze had drawn her and Êlúriel into a place of our own. 

“Ardôr, take Haldúir to see his daughter,” Êlúriel said. “I wish to speak to his wife alone.”

I turned to see her coming down from her throne her expression stoic and sharp.

“You wish me to leave,” I whispered.

“No,” she said without looking at me. “Stay."

As the court began to disperse around us, Fëaluin came to me.

“Do you wish for me to remain with you,” he asked. I knew he felt the tension between Arímë and Êlúriel.

“No, Fëaluin,” I whispered. “We will be fine, though I am sure you will remain close as always.”

He smiled and left. When all was quiet, the only sound to be heard was our own breath escaping through the tension between us.

“You are the cousin of Êlúriel,” I said. “You are a peredhel.”

“I was, Your Majesty,” she said. “It was not until I fell in love that I chose otherwise.”

“This I know well,” Êlúriel said. “I have known this since for some time, Thranduil. She told me through many letters over many years before she was lost to me.”

“You met our children, then ” I asked.

“I have,” she said. “I was one of many that had escaped Esgaroth before it was destroyed by Smaug.”

“Given your age, you were there when he destroyed Dale the first time,” I said sternly.

“I was,” she said. “May I see my daughter, Your Majesty?”

“Not quite,” Êlúriel began. “Why did you not come to see me over all these years until now when your daughter is betrothed to a Prince of the Woodland Realm, the very kingdom I, your cousin, now rules as its queen. You never thought to come to see me once. I want to know why.”

“I would rather see Súlelenth first,” she answered. “If I may? Then I will be glad to tell you whatever it is you wish to know.”

She moved closer to her—her anger rising to the surface in a way I had never seen before.

“You dare ask to see the child you refused to see for nearly a year,” Êlúriel asked. 

“Please, Lúri,” she said. “Do not think ill of me. The pain my mother felt when she lost my father lingered in me and I carried it with me for years. That pain I passed to my husband and then he carried it for me."

Êlúriel’s anger turned to sympathy at her plight as she went to her and embraced her. 

“My dearest cousin,” she said. “How I have missed you. I could never stay angry with you."

I felt a great release rise from my shoulders. When she released her, they looked at me smiling.

“He is as I said, is he not,” Êlúriel asked Arímë smiling.

“Yes he is,” Arímë said. “Far more so in person.”

“Fëaluin,” I called. “Take Arímë to Súlelenth, if you would."

Fëaluin came to us.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said. “Your daughter has been asking for her mother.”

He led Arímë away to see Súlelenth.

“Êlúriel,” I said. “I would like a word with you.”

She stood before me—happier than I had seen her.

“Yes, Thranduil,” she said innocently.

“What have you been telling your cousin about me?”

“My dearest husband,” she said embracing me. "There will plenty of time to tell you what I told her tonight. "For now, we have guests to entertain.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J.M.Miller 9-16-17

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 XX (EXT): Prelude to War (Pt. IV)

“Dawn had come swiftly. Êlúriel was still in my arms. I wish I could have stay with her but I knew I had to leave.

“I miss you,” I whispered.

She rolled over to face me—a soft smile across her face.

“Not as much as I miss you,” she said. “You never do.”

“That is not true, Êlúriel,” I said. “I always miss you more than you could ever miss me.”

“Why do you say that,” she asked.

“Because you are the only reason I go to battle at all.”

“That is not true,” she said. “Why would you got to battle for me?”

I kissed her and held her closer to me.

“I love the reception I receive upon my return,” I said.

She kissed me and looked at me—her eyes narrowing.

“Please, Thranduil,” she said. “We do the same thing every morning and every night. I hardly think your leaving or returning changes that for better or worse. It has been nearly 3000 years. Surely, you must have grown tired of me by now.”

“Never,” I said. “Have you grown tired of me?”

“Years ago,” she said, smiling.

We kissed again and before we could do more, there was a knock. She rose and covered herself and sat beside me.

“Enter,” I said. She kissed me again.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I will see you off, my love.”

She rose as the servants entered and bowed to her as she left me with them. I was put into my armor. Upon the mantle I would leave my crown and wear my diadem. I left my chambers and passed a court of elves bowing as I made my way to the front gate. Standing at the gate was Êlenuil and his brother Elendôr. Êlenuil stepped forward.

“Yes, Êlenuil,” I asked.

“You will return, will you not,” he asked.

“I will, Êlenuil,” I answered. “I promise.”

The gates opened and as it was centuries before a mighty army of elven warriors stood before me. I walked across the bridge where at the end waited Tarthôn, Legolas, and Isílriel with their mother. Elranduil was already mounted as they brought my horse to me. I turned to my family.

“Ada come home safely,” Isílriel said embracing me. I kissed her on top of her head.

“I will,” I said. “Tarthon. Legolas. I am looking to you to take care of our people while I am away,” I said. “They will look to you until I return.”

They nodded.

I stood before Êlúriel, wrapped in her winter cloak. It seemed forever we looked at each other.

“I love you, Êlúriel,” I said. “Far too much.”

“And I you,” she said, trying not to cry. “Return to me.”

I kissed her once more then I mounted my horse and looked around. I realized everyone was waiting my command. I was no longer the prince riding off to battle behind his father. I was the king leading my army. I faced forward and raised my hand. The banners went up—bright green against the grey skies of winter.  When I lowered it, we began our journey toward Esgaroth. I looked back to see my family watching me ride away with Êlenuil and Elendôr beside them.

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

The journey to Esgaroth was not a long one—lengthened by hours rather than days for the elven warriors. Lingering in the forests were those of the race of Men that had escaped death from the wrath of Smaug. As we moved toward the ruins of the lost city of Dale there was no mistaking the sight of the rotting corpse of a dragon slowly slipping into Long Lake.

I commanded my army to stop. As night fell, the once great city of  Dale started to be lit by lantern. Rising high above was the shadow of Erebor—where Thráin had made his home after he had left my kingdom.

“Bring me the men,” I commanded.

Before were two men that had come to me in mercy. They were now clean in fresh clothes and seemed joyful to return to nothing.

“Dale she rises,” one said. “There is not more beautiful a city.”

“I will ask you, to lead us to it then,” I said.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the other said. “It would be an honor.”

“Strange they are,” Elranduil whispered as we started to follow them.

I did not answer him—I was thinking about returning to my own home as I had done over a thousand years before. Not even my father would have come this far east of the kingdom. As we moved closer to the ruins, I could see Men moving around within the ancient city walls. Once we were in view for all to see, the sound of thunderous cheer greeted us. I could not tell one from another except for their dress that was covered in dirt and soot. One approached us as entered into what we would have been the heart of Dale. The two men bowed to the man, and he seemed less than gracious for it. Though he was no more ragged than the rest of his people, he stood to be of noble kin—for his bow was slight and measured and his demeanor reserved even as his people cheered for us.

“I see you have made it safely into our humble city,” he said. “For that I am as grateful for the provisions you bring to us.”

I dismounted from my horse and stood before this man—his hair was earthen and his face strong but weathered. Even under the stars, his green eyes were gracious and kind.

“Bard, Lord of Esgaroth,” I said, motioning to Fëaluin. “I see I have come in good time.”

“Yes,” he said. “I hope my messengers were no bother to you. They are the fastest of my men, but they can be somewhat talkative.”

“They were no trouble to me,” I said. “I cannot speak for my council.”

“They were talkative,” Fëaluin said. “But admirable.”

Bard smiled, breaking the formalities. Fëaluin turned and gave the order to begin distributing to the people all that was brought. Bard led me, Eldôr, Elranduil, Nimlos and Fëaluin away from growing crowds.

We were led upon a rugged terrace where stood a tall shadow looking toward Erebor. No sooner had I steppe across the threshold, he turned—an aging figure of a creature I knew was not a Man or and Elf.

“Mithrandir,” Eldôr whispered to Elranduil as a warning to keep quiet.

“Thranduil,” he said. “I knew you would come. You are your father’s son.”

“You knew my father,” I asked, nearly forgetting my composure.

“There are few in this world, even now, that have not heard of Oropher and Eryn Galen, even as your kingdom fell under the wretched curse of Sauron from Dol Guldur. Few men would have heard of it even if they could remember for their lives are far shorter than ours.”

“Why are you here,” I asked curiously.

“I am watching the mountain,” he answered looking toward it. “Something lingers within and I am quite sure it will come forth rather shortly.”

“You mean Thorin and his company,” Bard said. “You think they could have survived the anger of Smaug?”

“I know they have,” he said. “Thorin is this mountain—strong, if he is less than good company to keep. They have with them one of my own choosing. Clever little creature, hobbits are. And most accommodating. If he made it this far with Thorin and Company, they are still very much alive.”

“Yes, the hobbit,” I said. “Bard’s men spoke of him when they came to me.”

“Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End,” he said as the breeze caught his flowing white beard near long and white as his hair. “Adventurous that one for not many of his people are. He is in there and very much alive. More so than Smaug, very much so.”

“If they are there, Gandalf, then we should make plans to see about them,” Bard said.

“Send guards to look for a stirring,” I said. “Why waste a day in search of this company. If they are alive then they will surely be in need of something. He cannot  eat the treasure that lies within. Thorin knows this.”

“Knowing is far a lesser thing than wanting,” Gandalf said. “Want kept a dragon from the light of day for well over a hundred years.”

One of my guards approached me and bowed.

“Your quarters are ready, Your Majesty,” he said.

“Thank you,” I answered. “The hour grows late and there is still more to do.”

“I must agree,” Bard answered. “I should see about my people before I take my rest.”

He bowed and left us toward the waning crowds of people.

“Good man,” I said. “Regal, dare I say.”

“He will have to be,” Gandalf said, his voice turning darker in tone. “A falling dragon is not a sound that will go easily unheard as you know, Thranduil.”

“I know all too well, Mithrandir,” I said. “I take my leave until morning, then.”

He nodded and returned his gaze toward the mountain as we left.

“I do not like the sound of that,” Elranduil said.

“You should not like the sound of that,” I said. “We will not be here long, but less than pleasant days lie ahead.”

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

There came a stirring within the mountain as we were told. It was decided to reason with the King under the Mountain. I did not express my thoughts as the now two joined armies of elves and men approached the mountain. Where the dragon had made his escape was prevalent—so were the sentiments of Thorin Oakenshield. He would not yield even a small penitence for a share to help the people of Esgaroth. For me, it was obvious my presence was not welcomed.

“You did throw him in the dungeon,” Fëaluin said. “I would not be fond of you, either.”

“That is not the point,” I said angrily.

“Why did you put him in the dungeon,” Bard asked curiously.

“For the dreadful mistake of finding Thranduil in a foul mood,” Fëaluin answered as he was going through several scrolls.

“So, what do you suggest we do now, Bard” I asked quietly. “Mithrandir was right. Thorin is not only alive, he has gone rather mad with delusions of grandeur.”

“We perhaps try again tomorrow,” Bard said quietly. I could see he was starting to lose patience. “What we ask would not be missed.”

“Missed, but not unnoticed,” I said. “Thorin would most surely remember and never let you forget.”

We had besieged the small company of Dwarves inside the mountain and as night fell, I was anxious to get on with plans to return home. I thought of my family but my mind could not let go of Êlenuil. Before my thoughts strayed further, Elranduil and Nimlos entered my tent as Fëaluin left to find Eldôr. Between them walked a very small, furry-footed creature into my tent.

“Pardon the intrusion,” Elranduil said. “But this little fellow was looking for Bard.”

“I am not aware of what exactly it is,” Nimlos said still poking him.

“I am a Baggins,” the creature scolded. “Bilbo Baggins, I arrived here with Thorin Oakenshield and his Company.”

I motioned for them to leave.

“So, you are the Hobbit,” I said smiling. “Mithrandir spoke well of you. I am The Elvenking of Mirkwood, but you already know that, do you not?”

This creature was rather peculiar—smaller than a dwarf and larger than an elven child but fully grown. He was not too wretched looking—with his eyes wide and dark with brown curly hair on his head and feet. Demanding and irritatingly so, I was curious all the more as he spoke with me and Bard—wearing armor of the elves. He presented us with a gift of the Arkenstone, the heart of the Mountain he had taken. I marveled at the beauty of the stone that shone with the light of time within. What a little adventurer! He shown me to be rather clever and engaging and loyal as he returned to the mountain to be with his companions.

“This may keep us from waging war,” Bard said. “Perhaps.”

I did not say a word. I was thinking about what Bilbo had said about the coming of the Dwarves of the Iron Hills. I had seen the ancestors of Thorin pass through my kingdom and was well aware of their plight to find a new home not long after Sauron had settled at Dol Guldur. They would not think twice to take back the symbol of the House of Durin by any means.

The next day Bard tried again to reason with Thorin—this time with Mithrandir and the Arkenstone. In anger of Bilbo’s betrayal, he nearly threw him down to the stony ruins below to the horror of everyone. Bard gave one more day to pay what was due. With Bilbo safely with us, we returned to camp and waited for the day to come.”--Excerpt from TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J.M.Miller 2-4-17

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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A chapter so long, it will have to be cut into two—another epic wedding is about to transpire as Thranduil prepares to oversee the double wedding of Êlenuil and Elendôr. Part A of two parts of one excerpt begins with Thranduil and Êlúriel’s morning ritual uninterrupted for a little while. Isílriel is all grown up and Legolas will soon leave for a Fellowship. But for now, a family prepares for a wedding. 💐

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

“Morning crept upon the kingdom slowly. In the dark blue of twilight, I felt Êlúriel turn beneath the covers. Facing me, she smiled slightly as she moved closer to me and slipping into my arms. Her delicate skin was cool to the touch, sending a slight chill through me. We kissed as we found a moment to ourselves before the events of the day.

“Are you prepared for the day,” she asked. Her skin was warmer and flushed with color as I noticed the day had finally risen and the sun chased away the last remnants of night.

“I am now,” I said, kissing her forehead. “What of you?”

“I look forward to it, she answered. “I remember when we were wed—as if it were yesterday. It was the second happiest day of my life.”

“What was the first,” I asked curiously.

“The first was the day I knew I would become your wife,” she said smiling. “The day we first met.”

“I do not have a happiest day, I am afraid,” I said coyly.

“Why not,” Êlúriel asked frowning.

“Because every day with you is the happiest day of my life.”

We kissed again until the familiar knock was heard at our doors.

“Would you mind terribly if I put a lock on our doors,” I asked.

Êlúriel laughed as she rose from our bed and went to cover herself.

“Enter, Fëaluin,” she said.

Through the doors came Fëaluin with several servants—several bringing breakfast. I remained where I was as the activity stole from me a feeling of being ordinary. 

“Thranduil,” he began. “Fancy finding you still in bed when you should be attending to your duties.”

“How is that possible,” I said. “I cannot attend to anything without you. The day would no longer be sacrosanct without you reminding me to attend to my royal duties every morning. Perish the thought.”

“No time for melodrama, Thranduil,” he said ignoring me and bowing to Êlúriel as he approached her. “Your Majesty, how was your night? I hope it was pleasant.”

“It was, thank you,” Êlúriel answered. “My ladies await me?”

“Yes,” Fëaluin said. “They await just outside.” They turned their gaze toward me; I knew what it meant.

“Why is it on such occasions it is me that must leave my own chambers,” I asked, motioning for the servants to bring my robe. “I am the king of this realm if you have not noticed.”

“We have noticed,” Fëaluin said. “How can we not? You have reminded us of it every morning for nearly three thousand years.”

When I was covered, I went to Êlúriel and kissed her.

“It is only for this day,” she whispered.

“Please, my dear,” I whispered. “Do not tease me.”

I turned and proceeded to follow Fëaluin and two servants out the door and into the hall. It was filled with ladies going into my chambers.

“Good day, Ada,” I heard Isílriel say.

I turned to see her walking toward me—hardly recognizable from the child she had been. She was as beautiful as her mother and in every way a lady. She embraced me and kissed my cheek.

“How is my daughter,” I asked.

“Quite well,” she answered. “Nana has sent you away, I see. Elranduil awaits you in his chambers.”

“For once I would like to have my cousin inconvenienced,” I said.

“But your chambers are far larger, Ada,” she said. “Cousin told me it was tradition.”

“Yes, of course, Darling,” I answered. “Carry on. I shall see you soon.”

She smiled and followed the last of the ladies into my chambers as Fëaluin and I began to go our way.

“Remind me to have a word with Elranduil about this ‘tradition’, Fëaluin,” I said. He laughed as we made our way toward Elranduil and Ardúin’s chambers.

Upon entering the room, everyone stood and bowed. Every one that should be in attendance were—including Legolas dressed as his brother and cousins. I could see that like his sister, he was well beyond childhood. Looking around, there were no remnants of my youth left. I was looking at the world through the eyes of my father—as a king that had ruled for centuries.

I noticed Êlenuil and Elendôr looking fearful at my arrival. It meant that the time had come to leave youth behind. I acknowledged them and led my dressers toward the dressing corner shielded by a screen. I heard room empty as my dressers began their work.

“I know you are still here, Elranduil,” I said.

“Of course,” he said. “As always.”

“It would seem my daughter thinks it is tradition to have the king ceremoniously pushed from the royal bed chamber on such an occasion.”

“I know nothing of such a thing,” he said. I could tell he was laughing and I could here others laughing along with him. “The princess must have heard it from someone else.”

“Do you mean it is not true as you said,” I heard Legolas ask. The room erupted in laughter as I came round to see all the princes in the room.

“You know nothing of such a thing,” I repeated to Elranduil as I straightened the sleeves of my robe while a servant followed me brushing my hair. “I find that hard to believe.”

“I might have mentioned it in passing,” he said.

“Elranduil, please,” Eldôr said. “Already a grandfather, still acting as a child. Send for the others to return. Make yourself useful.”

Elranduil sneered and went into the hall as Eldôr turned to me.

“You never fail to remind me of your father,” he said. “He would be proud of you.”

“Thank you, Uncle,” I said softly. “I wish he were here. Mother as well.”

“They would both be proud,” he said. “As I am.”

When the room was full again, I noticed Haldúir had joined us. He was dressed as a member of the household he would soon be apart. Unlike before, he seemed at home with us. I knew Fëaluin had much to do with that as he and Eldôr had their time with him. I walked to him and he bowed.

“Your Majesty,” he said.

“Haldúir,” I said. “It is good to see you again. The attire of the elves suits you rather well.”

“Thank you,” he said. “You must see Arímë. I have not seen her more beautiful nor more joyous. Seeing her family again has lifted her spirits.”

“You are family now as well,” I said. “I believe our worlds are better for it.”

“It is time,” Fëaluin announced. “Everyone to their positions.”

Everyone began moving around quickly. I was left with Tarthôn, Ardôr and Haldúir alongside Eldôr and Fëaluin. We were to lead the procession to the ceremony with our wives. When the halls fell quiet, we went into the hall. There waiting for us were Êlúriel, Ëariâth, Ninyáre and Arímë. They were all beautiful—dressed in the robes of the season. An elegant cacophony of rich gold, orange and reds the leaves of autumn. I went to Êlúriel and took her hand.

“Shall we go, Your Majesty,” I asked her. 

She nodded and we made our way through the empty halls of the palace and outside toward the marital canopy where the rest of the court waited.”–TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 10-9-17

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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This is the entire chapter 😘...a particular romantic scene made it impossible to cut into excerpts. And Thranduil has a lovely vision of his mother, Nimeithel. Also, Legolas 🧝🏻‍♂️ returns home. With Gimli, son of Glóin.

Chapter XXVII (EXT): Mirkwood to Eryn Lasgalen/Legolas’ Return

“I emerged from my tent at dawn to the sound I had not heard for centuries it seemed—birds chirping melodiously. Nearby, there were woodland creatures roaming beneath the forest tress softly swaying in unison as a gentle breeze blew through their branches. The sky began to lighten as the sun rose; it was a vibrant blue I could almost touch.

Evil was gone. I could not help but remember the years that had come before—so many years of darkness intermingled with moments of joy swirling around times of anguish. I had come out of the shadows to see the dawn of the new age father had said I would.

“Thranduil, son of Oropher,” I heard a voice say beside me. It was Galathil.

“Galathil, son of Galadhon,” I answered. “So this is the day our fathers wished to see.”

“Yes,” he said. “And yet, it comes as every day before it—in a whisper too quiet for us to hear. Perhaps that is how time wishes it to be. To allow us to appreciate all that is given and all that is lost.”

“I have spent much of my life fighting time as much as evil,” I said. “I have never known what it would like not to fight something.”

“I am sure you will not miss it,” he said. “You will not forget it, but you will not miss it.”

“I know one day, I will forget,” Celeborn said as he walked toward us with Ëarmîr. “I look forward to that day with great expectation. For now, I look forward to our return to your palace, Thranduil. Galadriel is waiting.”

“I must apologize to you, Celeborn,” I said as I saw Eldôr approaching with Elranduil. “I did not prepare her for the horrors of my halls.”

“What horrors,” Celeborn asked concerned.

“Five little elven children, I am afraid,” Elranduil said smiling. “They are rather precocious. They seemed to have inherited such behavior from me, right dear cousin?”

I gave him weak smile as he laughed with the others.

“I am sure they cannot be anywhere near the trouble of Elladan and Elrohir,” Celeborn said laughing. “I am sure Galadriel is fine, though I cannot promise the same for the children.”

As we laughed together I noticed Êlenuil with his brother Elendôr. He had a grey horse by its reins that was saddled and prepared for a long journey.

“If you excuse me,” I said.

I walked toward them; my gait heavy as my heart. They bowed to me as I came before them.

“So you are leaving, Êlenuil,” I said. “So soon after battle?”

“I must,” he said quietly, looking at the ground. “It is for the best.”

“You do remember what I asked of you?”

“Yes, Thranduil,” he answered as he looked at me. “You have my word.”

“I will send your children to you when the time comes,” I said. “I trust you will be there to receive them.”

“I will wait for them,” he said. “You have my word.”

I felt sorry for Êlenuil for his pain was palpable. His sorrow reminded me of myself when I lost Êlúriel. I wondered if I had been too hard on him.

“Elendôr, go see to your father,” I said. “I would like a moment with your brother.”

“Yes, Thranduil,” he said bowing. We watched him walk away toward camp. I could see things were being prepared for the journey back to the palace.

“Have I been too harsh with you, Êlenuil,” I asked. “If I have, forgive me.”

“You have been nothing more than noble,” he said. “As expected a King.”

“You are my kin,” I said. “You are a prince of the realm. You returned to fight for your people. I do not know anything more noble than that.”

“Thank you,” he said smiling beneath his golden hair.

“I remember when I almost lost my wife,” I began, my mind reliving the moment again as it had for centuries. “I would be remiss if I did not tell you how it was for me.”

“There is no need for you to remember such pain,” he said.

“I have never forgotten,” I said. “I have lived every day with that pain. There is not a moment I do not think how I almost lost her. I cannot fathom what it must feel like to lose such a great love as you have. Forgive me.”

I could tell by Êlenuil’s expression that my face had fallen grave. I felt the tears falling down my cheek as they had the day I held Êlúriel’s body in my arms—thinking I had lost her.

“I do not deserve her,” I said. “She is too good for me, but she loves me as if I were. If she had died that day, I know she would not have wanted me to leave our children without a father nor a kingdom without a king. I know how you long for Súlelenth, Êlenuil.”

Êlenuil was looking at me, his face serene. He had a smile on his face—one I had not seen since his youth.

“I know,” he said. “That is why I left Nenduîl and Tárimë with you.”

“What are you saying,” I asked trying to compose myself rather poorly. “I do not understand.”

“When they were born, grandfather remarked how much they reminded him of you and the Queen,” he said. “Her mother would tell her stories when she was a child about your love. When she died, I could not look at my children not because I did not love them. It was not because I lost their mother, though I loved her with all my heart. I knew she was mortal and would have died as mortals will. I could not look at them because they were so close and reminded me of you and Queen Êlúriel.”

I had regain some composure as I found myself wanting to understand what Êlenuil was trying to say.

“I am afraid you have lost me,” I said.

“I know they bring you much joy,” he said nearly laughing. “No matter how hard you try to show otherwise. You are the worst liar in all of Arda, you realize.”

“I am not,” I said defiantly.

“They were born out of love aptly named for a love everlasting.”

I was at a loss for words or thoughts.

“And Eärluin,” I asked. “She should know who her father is.”

“She reminds me too much of Súlelenth,” he said. “They adore you both. “I could not bare to lose their love.”

“You are their father,” I said. “How could they not love you?”

“I know they love me,” he said. “I love them very much. But they are a comfort to you. As much a gift to you as they were to me. I think it was for you they were born. They know their purpose and I know mine,” Êlenuil said smiling. “I will keep my word to you.”

We looked at each other—seemingly knowing what the other felt. He embraced me and I could not help but return it.

“Thank you for the mithril,” he whispered, releasing me from his embrace. He mounted his horse and rode toward the west as he had done once before. I watched him until I could not see him.

“Thranduil,” I heard someone say. I looked to see Elranduil standing next to me. “Something the matter?”

“No,” I said. “I was just seeing Êlenuil on his way.”

“We await you to lead us home,” he said. “Unless there is a reason you wish us to remain here and watch you stare at trees.”

I grinned at him—nearly laughing at myself. I nodded and we headed toward camp. Seeing the elves of Mirkwood and Lothlórien together brought back memories of the last time we were together. This time, we were not riding off to war; we were riding home victorious.

I mounted my horse and looked around to see elven soldiers proudly awaiting my command.  At my side waited Celeborn smiling serenely.

“Shall we,” he asked.

I smiled in return, motioned to move forward. As our procession began it’s slow move home, I looked back at the smoldering ruins of what was once Dol Guldur. Though it would be a long time before it would once again resemble Amon Lanc, the darkness was gone from my kingdom forever.

For a time, we traveled in silence—each of us savoring the victory filled the air and fell over the whole of Arda. As we made our way closer to the palace, a faint sound of cheers was heard.

“Word still travels quickly among our people,” Celeborn remarked.

“It is just as well,” I said. “We return victorious as I told Galadriel we would.”

“Seems Galadriel is not the only one with the gift of foresight,” he said.

“Not so much foreseen as promised, Celeborn.”

As we came to the path leading to the bridge, my kingdom welcomed us with glorious fanfare. Under a shower of flower petals. I could see my court waiting for us joyfully on the bridge. Before them, Galadriel stood with Isilriel alongside Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin. As we stopped, I dismounted as they came running to me.

“Ada,” they squealed as I knelt down to embrace them.

“You are home,” Tárimë said.

“Yes, I am,” I answered, as I noticed they were dressed in their finest court attire. “And how did you manage to greet me dressed so elegantly?”

“Lady Galadriel,” Nenduîl said pouting. “She told us it would please you.”

“It is itchy, Ada,” Eärluin said, scratching her neck.

“I am well pleased,” I said as I saw Galadriel approaching as Celeborn and the rest of the princes began to great their loved ones. I stood up and bowed to her.

“You must be weary,” she said embracing Celeborn. “Let our warriors take their rest before we return home, if they may, Thranduil.”

“Of course,” I said. “Fëaluin, prepare the court for celebration if you will.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said smiling, his wife Linurial in his arms. “It would be my pleasure.”

As everyone made their way into the palace, I remained behind with Nenduîl and Tárimë.

“Tell me, children,” I began. “Did you mind yourselves while I was away?”

“I did,” Tárimë said. “I cannot say the same for my brother.”

“I was well-behaved,” Nenduîl said defensively. “Much more than my sister.”

“If I were to ask Galadriel, what would she say to me?”

There was a moment of silence and I could not help myself but to laugh.

“I was very good,” Eärluin said. “Nana said so.”

“Where is Nana,” I asked, worried.

“She is waiting for you inside,” Tárimë said. “She said she wanted to see you alone.”

Curious, I entered the palace behind them. I was happy to home and wanted to see Êlúriel.

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

Inside, the children went their way as I made my way into my study where waited the many faces of my lifetime. To thunderous applause I was received. I approached Celeborn as he stood beside Galathil, Eärmîr, Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin. We stood for a moment looking at one another as the praise subsided. It was then that we embraced one another. Cheers returned again—the sound rising louder than the falls behind us.

“Let no more time fall between us now that darkness has fallen from the rest of our days,” I said. “It is a day I never thought I would see but for my father I am his eyes from the grave. He would be proud.”

“Yes, he would, Thranduil,” Celeborn said. “Tonight we celebrate and tomorrow you will face the world as King of Eryn Lasgalen.”

“What,” I said taken aback. “What are you saying?”

Celeborn smiled as Galathil patted me on the shoulder.

“You were never one to take anything without bewilderment,” Galathil said. “Or so I have been told.”

“Yes, I am afraid my cousin is often taken aback,” I heard Elranduil say as he approached. “Good news or bad, it does take him a moment to find the words to say anything.”

“Well, then. He has the rest of the evening to find his words,” Celeborn said. “In the meantime, I believe your court is being prepared for celebration and I shall take my leave to do likewise.”

I never heard the study empty nor had I realized I had regained my kingdom. It was a moment I would never forget—after so long under the curse of Sauron, I had come full circle to see my kingdom through sorrow and pain to joy and peace.

For as long as there is a kingdom to rule, you will. My father’s words rang true—as I heard them spoken once more from my heart.

“Thranduil,” I heard my name called. I turned to see Nimlos.

“Yes,” I asked. “What is it?”

“Time to get ready for the celebration,” he said. “You are not going like that, are you?”

I looked down at myself. I was still in my armor—stained with dirt and the dried blood of orcs.

“I could use a change of wardrobe,” I answered. “And a bath.”

I went to my bath and noticed I was alone. I looked forward to having a moment to myself. After my armor was removed, my dressers left to prepare my wardrobe for the evening. Once in the bath, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and felt myself release all the tension of the day. Though exhausted, I wondered where Êlúriel was as I had yet to see her.

“You never cease to amaze me,” I heard a voice say to me.

“Elranduil,” I answered. “Who allowed you in here?”

“Amusing, Thranduil,” he answered. I opened one eye to see him sitting nearby in his robe and fresh from his bath. “I wanted to see to your well-being.”

“What do you want,” I asked.

“Not a thing,” he answered. “Though father wanted to know how you were. You seemed beyond his reach for a moment What is on your mind?”

“I am in need of rest is all,” I answered as I closed my eye. “Nothing more. Uncle mustn’t worry himself although I am quite sure it is you that would like to know more.”

“No,” he said. “Though your son wishes to speak with you before tonight’s celebration.”

I opened my eyes and sat up.

“Tarthôn,” I asked. “Is something the matter?”

“Not at all,” Elranduil answered. “He is quite well. There is no hurry. He is with Ëariâth just now. He has something he wishes to tell you. He refuses to tell anyone but you.”

“I have raised him well, then,” I said reclining once more. “He knows you can never keep a secret.”

“I can so,” he said rising. “I kept many of your secrets. Is it my fault Ardúin could get them from me? She can be quite persuasive.”

“She is not persuasive, Elranduil. You are afraid of her.”

“I am not,” he began as a servant entered and bowed.

“Yes,” I asked.

“I was sent by Her Highness, Princess Ardúin,” he said quietly. “She wishes for His Highness Prince Elranduil to join her immediately.”

“Tell her I shall be with her in a moment,” Elranduil said.

“Now, Elranduil,” a voice came from across the room. It was Ardúin. I could not help but laugh.

“If you will excuse me,” Elranduil said. “My wife requires my presence.”

He hurried away with the servant. I took another moment to enjoy my solitude—closing my eyes to rest.

“You kept your word,” a voice said.

It was Êlúriel. I opened my eyes just as she had slipped into the water and glided over to me and embracing me.

“So I have,” I said, holding her. We did not say another word as we found ourselves lost in a kiss and locked in an embrace for what seemed a magical eternity. When she was done with me, she stepped out of the bath, wrapped herself her robe and rang for the servants.

“Do not be late, Thranduil,” she said, smiling.

Soon the servants arrived. I stepped out of my bath and was dried and dressed in a robe and I made my way to my room. The guards opened my door and I entered. A moment later, my dressers entered and began to prepare me for the night. I was placed in the colors of spring—rich greens with silver embroidered leaves on my coat. A knock came to my door.

“Enter,” I said as one servant began combing my hair. It was Tarthôn with Aranduil close behind.

“How’s Nana,” he asked grinning.

“You have a shadow with you, son,” I said, smiling thinking about Êlúriel.

Tarthôn turned and picked up his grandson.

“Well what do you know,” he said. “How did you come upon me, Aranduil?”

“I followed you,” he said. “I wanted to come.”

“I think he wanted to see you as much as I did,” Tarthôn said. “You look fine this evening, Ada.”

“Am I to assume Êlúriel is waiting for us?”

“She does,” he answered.

“Elranduil said you wished to tell me something.”

“Yes,” he began. “There is word from Gondor.”

“Gondor,” I asked. “What of it?”

“Legolas has survived the war,” he said. “He is there with Aragorn. I was told of it before we left Dol Guldur. It would appear Legolas sent a messenger ahead of the news.”

I turned slowly toward Tarthôn—who was straightening Aranduil’s little buttons on his robe. When he looked up, his face was smiling as brightly as my own must have been.

“This is wonderful news,” I said. “Wonderful. I have both of my sons and I could not ask for more.”

“Me,” Aranduil said angrily. “I am here too.”

“Yes,” I said. “You are here as well, Aranduil. How could I have forgotten?”

In overwhelming joy, I embraced them both. I knew I would see my sons together again some day soon.

“Let us celebrate, Ada,” Tarthôn said as he put Aranduil down. “The kingdom awaits.”

“Very well,” I said.

We left my room and entered the hall. As we approached the court room, festive spring colors dressed everything from pillar to post. Green, indigo, red, yellow and white created an aura of the forest floor. Êlúriel stood at her throne, her gown the color of mine, her crown upon her head as a halo. My court once engaged fell quiet as I took my place beside her.

“Tonight we celebrate,” I began “For the darkness that fell upon our kingdom is no more. It is a new day not only for the elves, but for all that live in every corner of this world. Peace has finally returned to the Woodland Realm.”

A roar of cheers filled the room and resounding into every crevice of the halls with a sound that for the first time was greater than the force of the waterfalls’ ever flowing. I walked down from my throne and made my way to the room above the festivities. Upon reaching the window seat, I remembered the night of my wedding—sitting with Êlúriel in a quiet moment.

I continued further up the stairs to the room where I spoke with my father many times before he died in the War of the Last Alliance. I walked over to the window and looked out over Forest River quietly flowing into Long Lake. The trees were turning black with the setting of the sun but I could see the stars beginning to peek through the eastern sky one by one.

“Ada,” I heard a child say. It was Nenduîl. I turned to see him and Tárimë standing behind me. I motioned to them to come. I noticed for the first time how much they had grown as they approached me.

“It is a beautiful night,” Tárimë said looking over the balcony. “Can we go outside now?”

“In the morning,” I said. “After the ceremony.”

“What ceremony,” Nenduîl asked looking terrified. “Do I have to dress up again?”

“Nenduîl, you are a Prince of the realm. It is proper protocol.”

“I am not fond of proper protocol,” he said leaning against me. “It is very uncomfortable.”

“I am a Princess,” Tárimë said. “I like being a Princess.”

“That is because you are a girl,” her brother said sticking his tongue out.

“Children, behave yourselves,” I said trying not to laugh. I remembered how much I did not like proper palace protocol at their age. “It will not be too long and afterward you are free to play with the other children.

“Outside,” Nenduîl asked looking up at me—eyes wide with excitement.

“Yes, outside.”

“Will you come with us,” Tárimë asked.

“I have some things to do. I am the King you realize.”

The both stood beside one another giving me their best sad and down trodden look in a rather convincing attempt at forcing my hand.

“Very well, perhaps I will join you after I am done with my duties,” I said.

Smiling they embraced me and I in return.

“We love you, Ada,” they said.

“I love you both very much,” I said, thinking about the last time I saw their father at Dol Guldur. I wondered should I tell them about Êlenuil.

“Nenduîl. Tárimë,” I heard Elranduil say. “Ardúin is looking for you. I need a word with Thranduil.”

They ran off into the darkness that had begun to surround the forest. I leaned agains the balcony once more as Elranduil joined me.

“How is the celebration,” I asked. “Am I needed?”

“It is fine, Thranduil,” he said. “You are noticeably missing but you are the king. You do what you like.”

“True,” I answered. “Why are you here?”

“I am here because I can do what I like,” he said.

“We like far too many of the same things, cousin.”

“I am afraid that runs in the family,” he said. “It would seem so does wandering away to think about all that has come to pass.”

“We have seen many things,” I began. “Some things I am glad I will never see again. There are a few things I want to see again.“

“I know,” he said softly.

“Father,” I said. “I wish he were here to see this day. Come, Elranduil. Let us return to the celebration. I believe the king should see to his court.”

We began walking toward the stairs where the sound of merrymaking filled the air. I hesitated for a moment.

“If you do not wish to return, your subjects will understand,” Elranduil said.

“I wish to join them,” I said. “I realized how long it has been since we had something to celebrate. It has been too long. Far too long.”

We began our descent down to the court room when I was met by Galathil.

“Thinking again,” he asked. Elranduil nodded and went on his way.

“Of course, Galathil,” I answered. “I am the son of Oropher. Thinking is an inherited trait.”

“Father always said as much. You realize Ëarmîr reminds me of Oropher every day. His mother would be proud. I wish our sister could be here to see how he has grown.”

“War has taken many over the centuries that never should have been lost—whether by death or by choice,” I said quietly.

I gave him a pat on the back and walked through the court of bowing courtiers on my way out the front gates and across the bridge.

It was the clearest of nights—it seemed every star in the heavens were shining. I made my way to the tomb of Oropher.

“I miss you, Ada,” I said feeling tear welling in my eyes. “I wish you could be here to see peace in our kingdom. I wish you could have known my son Legolas. He fought gallantly to save the world.”

I could not stop crying. Emotion took me from my posture as I fell to the ground. Three thousand years of pain flowed from me like a waterfall. I do not remember for how long I cried but when I stopped there was no sound left but those of nature. I looked up and was startled by a vision of my mother.

Dressed in a white gown flowing with her hair behind her.

“Thranduil, my son,” she said. “Do not weep for you brought peace to our kingdom and to our people.”

“Nana,” I said standing. “Is that you?”

She reached out and embraced me and I felt her close to me as I had in my youth.

“My little Isilya,” she said. I knew it was Nimeithel. “You have changed so much. I can see it in your eyes. But it is for the best. Soon you must decide what to do and it will be the hardest choice you will ever make.”

“What choice,” I asked. “What else could there be? The war is over. There is peace.”

“I cannot say but you will know when the time comes. I miss you, Thranduil. Since I left you. But I knew then as now that I will see you again. I must go now. I needed to see you once more before you left.”

“Where would I go,” I asked as she kissed my cheek and moved away further and further.” Where would I go? Mother? Nana?”

“What vexes you, Thranduil,” a voice said. I turned to see Eldôr.

“Did you see my mother,” I asked staring into the pitch of night. “She was here. Mother was here.”

“Oh course she was, Thranduil,” he said almost mockingly. “Nimeithel tends to do such things.”

“You do not believe me,” I said defiantly.

“She told you that you would see her again,” he said gently. “And you will. But now you need to rest before the dawn. We have a ceremony to attend.”

As we began toward the palace, I couldn’t help but look back. Nimeithel was gone. I could not help but wonder what she meant about the choice I would have to make. That choice would come to me sooner than I would have wanted.

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

The day was more beautiful than I could remember—crisp and clear. I was dressed in my finest spring regalia to go before my people. I stood in the hall quietly awaiting my children. Soon, Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin came before me. Nenduîl looked uncomfortable in his little robes which were as mine and I tried not to laugh.

“Shall we go,” I asked.

“Not yet,” Êlúriel said as she stepped out of our room. She was breathtaking—more heavenly than earthly as she approached us. “Now, we can go.”

They nodded and we made our way down the hall toward the front gate. Before we were to exit, we awaited the rest of the family. Soon, Isílriel, Eldôr, Elranduil, Ardôr, Ninyáre, Tarthôn, Ëariâth, Orisil, Arlúin, Elendôr, Aradúlin, Tatháron, Aranduil, Auríel, Êleneth, Aramoth, Nenloth, Nimlos, Sildúriel, Aruilos, Nimlúin, Aradûial, Fëaluin and Linurial. When all were assembled, the doors were opened and we walked out into the sun.

Before us stood every elf in the kingdom standing side by side with elven warriors of Lothlórien. On the bridge awaited Celeborn, Galadriel, Galathil, Ëarmîr, Isílion, Tárion, Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin. As I took my place beside Celeborn and Galathil, I nodded—a smile across my face I felt for what seemed an eternity.

“Elves of Mirkwood,” Celeborn began. “The curse of Sauron that kept your people in shadow is no more. Your kin in the West need not fear any longer the darkness their kin in the East have endured alone. The name of your king shall once again be on the lips of all creatures in Arda as it was always meant to be. Forevermore shall he be known as King Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen.”

There rose from the elves cheers that could be heard for miles around. I turned to Celeborn as he smiled at me. I had no words to express the happiness I felt.

“You need not say a word, Thranduil,” he said. “It was my pleasure. We never should have let you suffer such evil alone. You are one of us—our kin. Forgive me such indignity.”

“There is nothing you have done that needs forgiving,” I said. “It was not your doing that our kingdom fell to Sauron. I know now you did what you felt you had to do. You are here now. That is all that matters.”

“Until tomorrow,” he said. “I am sure Elrond is waiting for us to return to prepare for a wedding.”

“Arwen and Aragorn,” I said.

“Galadriel can hardly contain herself,” he mused. “I find it refreshing she has lent her wisdom elsewhere rather than on me.”

“Seems Nenduîl would agree with you.”

“She told me about him,” he added. “A rather precocious stripling you have there. Galadriel needs more rest than we did coming from battle, I dare say.”

“I am afraid he gets it from my cousin, Elranduil,” I said laughing. “He was much like Nenduîl in his youth.”

“I remember you having an rather inquisitive penchant for trouble,” he said. “As it were, Elranduil told me as much. He said you still have an inkling of it.”

“Elranduil says many things,” I said glancing at him as he spoke with Galathil. “Most of which are exaggeration.”

He laughed and went to Galadriel as Aranduil, Nenduîl and Tárimë ran by followed by several other elven children nearly knocking over Ëarmîr.

“Must I stay, Uncle,” I heard him ask Galathil.

“I beg your pardon,” I asked walking over to them. “What is this about?”

“Ëarmîr will remain with you when we leave,” Galathil said. “He knows his place. Not a word until the day comes.”

“I do not understand,” I began before Elranduil interrupted.

“Enough for now,” he said. “We have things to attend to. If we may, Galathil?”

He nodded and walked away with Ëarmîr.

“Why is Ëarmîr staying with us,” I asked again. “Which of my council is he replacing?”

“No one is leaving,” he said escorting me into the palace. “He is staying with us for a brief time. I would not worry yourself about it just now. You have to decide what to do with the extended borders of Eryn Lasgalen.”

I stopped short of the main gates as the guards opened the door.

“I could have sworn I am the King of the realm,” I said angrily. “Yet, somehow I have no knowledge of what goes on within it. I demand that you tell me what is going on this instant.”

“I cannot tell you for it is not for me to tell,” he said. “Just know it is all for the best. Now, Fëaluin awaits us in your study.”

We continued on into the palace and into the study. I was prepared to protest when I stopped in my tracks. In my presence was Ardôr talking to his son Elendôr as Fëaluin spoke with Eldôr. They turned and bowed to me.

“You wished a word, Fëaluin,” I asked. “Perhaps you can tell me what no one else will.”

“I gather you learned of Ëarmîr,” he said. “He will be staying in Eryn Lasgalen.”

“I am aware of that,” I said sharply. “Why is what I seem to find difficult to ascertain.”

“He is here for me,” he said. “I require additional assistance.”

“Oh, well,” I answered. “That tells me absolutely nothing.”

“I shall explain to you later, if I may, Thranduil,” he said reading a scroll. “My time is sacrosanct just now. Must prepare for tonight.”

“Tonight,” I asked perplexed. “What is tonight?”

“Dinner,” Eldôr said, patting my shoulder as he and Fëaluin walked past me and out of the study.

“Worry not, Thranduil,” Ardôr said quietly. “All is well in your kingdom.”

He left with Elendôr, leaving me and Elranduil to ourselves. I had a feeling of suspicion within that something was going to happen.

“Elranduil, what do you know,” I asked. “Please, tell me.”

“You are the King of Eryn Lasgalen,” he said. “If you wish to know more than that, I am afraid I will be of little help. I am just as confounded as you are, cousin.”

I knew then I was in for another revelation that would be more spectacular than the last.

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

It was dawn when Êlúriel and I stood with our court on the bridge to bid farewell to Celeborn, Galathil and Galadriel. Beside me stood Elranduil and Ëarmîr, who earlier had a private moment with Galathil and Celeborn before becoming a member of my court. I was curious as to why he was required to stay, however, the time to inquire would come.

“Your Majesty,” Haldir began. “It has truly been a pleasure. My brothers and I have never felt more at home outside Lothlórien in a long time.”

“Think nothing of it,” I said. “You are welcome always in my kingdom.”

“We shall see you again,” Galadriel began, giving me a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Beyond these borders you will one day find your way. Do not tarry.”

I smiled at her; perplexed by her words. Celeborn and Galathil smiled as Isílion and Tárion approached.

“The warriors are ready to return to Lothlórien, My Lords and Lady,” Isílion said. “All has been prepared.”

“See your way home,” Celeborn said to me.

He embraced me one last time and took Galadriel’s hand and went the length of the bridge to their horses. Galathil followed close behind. When everyone was upon their steeds, the elves of Lothlórien left Eryn Lasgalen.

“So, Ëarmîr,” I began. “What task has been given you that you are left in my charge as a new member of my court?”

“You will know soon enough, Your Majesty,” he said softly. “For now, you should take pleasure in your new kingdom and its expanded borders.”

“So I shall,” I said. “And I shall have Fëaluin find you a place in council.”

We entered the palace and the days that came thereafter would be filled with wonders.

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

Months went by with little fanfare—as the entire kingdom began to become accustomed to a peaceful existence. So many years had gone by where we stood guard and waited for evil to come upon us, even the twitter of birds frightened us whenever one would snap a twig under foot.

One day, I decided to go for a ride with Nenduîl and Tárimë. The care of the royal children was given to Ëarmîr by Fëaluin and he was quite adept at caring for them much to the consternation of Nenduîl and Aranduil. Ëarmîr began to find his place and a friend in Tárimë who adored hearing stories from the court of Lady Galadriel. She had started to grow into young lady wanting to become as elegant and graceful as all the elven maidens of the past.

As I was looking forward to spending the day away from court, Elranduil and Eldor approached me with Tarthôn and Nimlos as I emerged from my chambers.

“Come quickly,” Eldôr said. “Fëaluin is at the front gate.”

“Why,” I asked. “Something amiss?”

“A rider approaches,” Elranduil said. “Come quickly.”

We hurried ourselves toward the front gates and into the crisp morning where Êlúriel waited for us. I could see from a distance lone rider making his way toward us.

“Who is it, Ada,” I heard Nenduîl ask as he ran to my side with his sister and cousin.

I could see who it was and I felt a smile cross my face with eager anticipation.

“Legolas,” I said to myself. “It is Legolas.”

“My son,” Êlúriel whispered.

When his horse stopped at the foot of the bridge, he dismounted as servants helped his companion—a dwarf warrior—down to the ground. Legolas slowly approached me I made my way to him. When were standing in front of one another, we both seemed lost in the sight of one another.

“Ada,” he finally said. “I told you I would return to you.”

I could not contain my joy and embraced him tightly.

“My son,” I whispered to him. “My son. Welcome home.”

I did not want to let him go. My son—my heir—was home at last. When I finally released him, Êlúriel took her turn.

“I knew you would return,” she said. “My little Greenleaf.”

“Nana,” he said, blushing.

Beside him stood the dwarf that arrived with him. He bowed eloquently as any prince would to a king. In his face, I recognized another.

“Ada and Nana, this is Gimli, son of Glóin,” Legolas said. “He is a friend and one of the Fellowship.”

“So I have heard,” I said. “We were fortunate to have met his father again not long before in Dale when I attended the burial of King Dáin of Erebor. It is an honor to meet you Gimli, son of Glóin.”

“And I you, Your Majesty,” Gimli said smiling through his wooly beard cheerfully. “You are not as fearsome as they said.”

“I am glad to hear it,” I said. I could hear Elranduil and Nimlos hiding their laughter behind me as Tarthôn approached.

“Welcome home, brother,” he said to Legolas, embracing him. “Good to have you home once more.”

“It is good to be home,” Legolas answered. “I told Gimli all about you.”

“I feel as I have known you all my life,” Gimli said. “Wait until you hear about me.”

Everyone broke into laughter.

“Are you a real dwarf,” I heard Nenduîl ask as he and Aranduil looked him over curiously.

“I hope so,” he answered. “If I am not, my father will be quite disappointed.”

“Nenduîl, Aranduil,” Ëarmîr scolded. He had arrived in time to save me from my thoughts as I recalled Durin asking me if I were a real elf.

They looked at him and then at me.

“He is a real dwarf,” I answered. “He is welcomed to stay with us as long as he would like. He is a friend of Legolas. You will behave, will you not?”

“Of course, Ada,” Nenduîl said. “We will.”

“Very well, then,” I said. “Fëaluin, show our guest a place to rest. He must be weary from his travels. I wish to speak to my sons alone for a moment, if I may.”

“As you wish,” Fëaluin answered as he motioned to Gimli to follow him and everyone inside.

“It is good to have my sons with me again,” I said. “Together. I am very proud of both of you and all you have done for this world and your kingdom. I do not think there is father in all of Arda as glad as me.”

“Ada has become more sentimental since I have been away,” Legolas said smiling.

“Worse,” Tarthôn said. “Far worse.”

I embraced my sons and then we made our way into palace. Everything was once again as it should be.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-22-17

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Well, it must be Christmas 🎄...a third excerpt? Well, as the kingdom prepares to lay a princess to rest, Êlenuil doesn’t want to go—his grief is too strong. Not strong enough to handle Thranduil’s anger. Êlúriel discovers inadvertently that the children of Súlelenth and Êlenuil are in their care and after the funeral, Thranduil calls the Princes of the Realm together for a little chat with Êlenuil. 😮

Chapter XXII: (EXT) The Death of Súlelenth (Pt. II)

“There was not a cloud in the sky as the sun rose with a mild easterly breeze. It was far too beautiful a morning to bury such a lovely creature as Súlelenth.  Êlúriel silently watched as I was being dressed. She was lost in thought as usual. Soon Fëaluin entered—a solemn look on his face.

“I would bring good tidings if there were any,” he said. “I am afraid that Êlenuil has decided not to attend this wife’s entombment.”

“What does Ardôr have to say of this,” I asked.

“He cannot get him to come out of his chambers,” he answered. “He has locked himself away and ordered the guards to allow no one to enter.”

When my servants were finished with me they bowed and left quickly. After centuries at my beck and call they always knew when my anger would erupt.

“Thranduil,” Êlúriel began. “Do not make a scene. Not this day.”

Without a word, I swiftly headed out my doors and made my way to Êlenuil’s bedchamber with Fëaluin close behind. Once outside his door, Eldôr, Elranduil and Ardôr stood quietly. I gave the guards a menacing glance and they opened the doors.

Inside, the room was in tortured disarray as Êlenuil sat immobile beside his bed.

“What is this,” I asked.

“Leave me, Thranduil,” he said. “I wish to be alone.”

“You have been here for the past three day,” I said sternly. “Is this what you wish you children to see? I know you are in pain, but you must be far stronger than this for them.”

“They have asked for you,” Eldôr said. “Do you not care?”

“No,” Êlenuil said. “I cannot bear the sight of them. They remind me of their mother.”

“Oh no,” Elranduil whispered.

“Thranduil,” I heard Êlúriel say. My anger would not allow me to listen.

“Have you gone mad,” I yelled as I grabbed him up. “They are your children, Êlenuil! Do not speak to me of loss! I have seen more death than you could ever imagine! You have neglected your children for far too long! Today you will stand as their father and a Prince of this realm before you leave them in my care.”

“What did you say,” Êlúriel asked, stunned.

“I will explain later,” Fëaluin whispered.

“I beg your pardon,” Elranduil asked. “What do you mean leave them in your care.”

“He did not tell you,” I asked, letting Êlenuil to fall to the floor. “It would appear your grandson has decided to entrust me and my wife the care of his children and ride on to Mithlond.”

“Mithlond,” Êlúriel asked as she approached me. “Why was I not told of this, Thranduil?”

“Why would you do such a thing,” Eldôr asked horrified. “Have you any love for the children you brought into this world?”

“They have no love for me,” he answered. “Only for Súlelenth. Always for Súlelenth. Since their birth they clung to her and would cry if I held them.”

“Yes, son,” Ardôr said. “Babies tend to do as much until they begin to grow into children.”

“Not even then,” he said. “What does it matter, Father? I am not able to care for them alone, nor do I want to care for them.”

“Have you gone mad,” Êlúriel asked him. “Thranduil, I would like a word with you.“

I was angry beyond words and the sight of Êlenuil disgusted me.

“Where are the children now,” I asked Fëaluin quietly.

“They are with Aradúlin and Ninyáre,” he answered. “Shall I send for them?”

“No,” I said. “Have Êlenuil and his room thoroughly cleaned. I want him dressed and in attendance. Where are Arímë and Haldúir?”

“They are with Aradúlin and Ninyáre and the children. In the gardens.”

I took my leave and walked swiftly toward the gardens with Êlúriel lock step behind. The last time I had made my way so quickly was to see Êlúriel.

“You will speak to me now,” Êlúriel yelled. I stopped abruptly and turned around.

“Yes, Êlúriel,” I muttered. “What is it?”

“Why am I always the last to know what is happening in this kingdom,” she asked as she stormed over. “You do not rule this kingdom alone.”

“I know,” I said. “I was going to say something but it slipped my mind.”

“The part about Êlenuil’s children or the part about your Queen?”

“Can this wait,” I asked. “Now is not the best time.”

“No time seems to be the best time, Thranduil,” she whispered angrily. “Either you are too busy to tell me anything or you just do not want to tell me anything.”

“I tell you everything,” I growled back. “When have not told you anything?”

She looked at me—her eyes as flames searing my heart.

“Forgive me,” I begged. “It slipped my mind.”

She brushed passed me and made her way to the balcony overlooking the gardens. I followed her, my face flushed with guilt. Tarthôn was watching Aranduil playing with Nenduîl and Tárimë. Êlúriel made her way down to join them.

“Aranduil is so happy when he his with them,” he said without looking at us. “He reminds me of myself in my youth.”

“When you say that, you remind me of how old I am,” I said as my anger turned to memory. “He has not brought any woodland creatures into the palace, has he?”

“No, Ada,” he laughed. “Not that I am aware. Though do not be surprised should he and Nenduîl decide to do something some day. Just as Legolas and me. But you do not realize Orísil and Ardôr opened the gates for us. Elenadar and Elenatar were just as guilty.”

“Yes, and so was your future wife,” I said. “Has Aranduil gotten over his sister and their cousin being girls. He was concerned there were too many of them.”

Tarthôn laughed with me, then his demeanor changed.

“I know Êlenuil does not wish to see his wife laid to rest,” he said. “I cannot imagine losing Ëariâth.”

“I almost lost your mother a long time ago. I could not begin to tell you the the fear I had when I thought I had lost her. It nearly consumed me.”

“But she lived, Ada,” he said, finally looking at me.

“She lived because of you, Legolas and Isílriel,” I said. “And for me, I suppose though there are days I know I do not deserve her love.”

We watched the children play for a time. I watched Arímë and Êlúriel with them. I knew she would not turn them away. When she looked up at us, she gave me a smile. Before I could walk away, Nenduîl and Tárimë came running up the winding stair and embrace me.

“Where is father,” Nenduîl asked. “Is he ill as well?”

“No,” I said. “You will see him soon enough.”

“I do not wish to see him,” Tárimë said. “He said horrible things to us.”

“Not to Eärluin,” Nenduîl said. “She is too little.”

“What horrible things, Tárimë,” I asked kneeling to her. “What could your father say to you that could be so horrible?”

“He told us he did not love us,” Nenduîl said with a frown. “He said he never loved us.”

“I do not think that is true,” I said. “He is very said your mother is gone.”

“No,” Tárimë said sternly. “He has always said that. Since as long as we can remember.”

“Why would a father say such things to his children,” I asked concerned. “You are very special children.”

“He told Nana that we should not have been born,” Nenduîl said. “That made her sad because we were supposed to be born.”

“All children are supposed to be born,” I said. “Perhaps you heard your father wrong, Nenduîl. I do not think he would say such a thing.”

“He did,” a voice said. It was Aranduil, standing with Tarthôn, his long golden hair and blue eyes looking down. “I heard him say those things. Nothing more.”

I could feel my anger returning as I stood up. Tarthôn seemed to share in my anger. 

“All of you, go find Ëariâth,” Tarthôn told them. “She may have something for you.”

Excitedly they went on their way.

“Ada,” he said. “Do not show anger this day. There will be time enough later.”

“There will never be enough time for my anger with him,” I said. “For Nenduîl and Tárimë, I will say nothing, for now.”

I walked away toward my study—my rage burning within me so fierce, I could feel the heat rushing through my body like the fires of Orodruin.

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

When the time had come, the procession to our burial grounds began. I would not allow Nenduîl and Tárimë to walk beside their father and this did not seem to upset them. Once again, I was lying to rest someone close to me. I watched her parents grieve as her widower looked on through a tear-drenched face. Before she was locked away for eternity, Nenduîl placed a silver rose in her hands. 

Êlúriel took my hand as several elves shut Súlelenth into her stone tomb next to my father and all was done. We both took a small hand of the twins and led the procession back into the cavernous palace as dusk had started to fall.

“Your Majesty,” Haldúir said timidly, bowing before me. “Your kindness to my daughter I cannot repay.”

“You are family,” Êlúriel said.

“Arímë and I will return to Dale in the morning,” he said. “You have been a most gracious hosts.”

“If you wish,” I said. “I am sure Nimlos will send a proper escort with you to ensure a safe journey.”

I started to lead Nenduîl and Tárimë away without looking back when Linurial approached me.

“May I see the little ones to bed, Your Majesty,” she said cheerfully. “It has been quite a day for them.”

“Thank you,” I said. “How is Eärluin?”

“She is sleeping peacefully,” she said. 

Obediently, Nenduîl and Tárimë went with her as I looked for Elranduil. Before long, he came to me with Nimlos and Elmîr.

“Are you well, Thranduil,” Nimlos asked. “Nenloth wished me to ask this. She is concerned about the children. She knows they are in your care.”

“I am well,” I said. “Nenduîl and Tárimë are as well as to be expected under the circumstances. Do you know where Êlenuil has gone? I wish an audience with him.”

“I know,” Elmîr said. “Shall I get him for you? He is with his brother Elendôr and my son Árelë just now.”

“If you will,” I said. “I want every prince in the realm to be present."––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-10-17

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It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday—or in this case, Legolas one more time. Súlelenth give birth to a girl (Eärluin) that is annoying to Aranduil whose own mother had his sister Auríel. Glorfindel makes an appearance to give Thranduil a message from Elrond. Thranduil bonds with Eärluin. Thranduil and Êlúriel say goodbye to a Legolas as he rides off to his destiny.

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

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