#the kingdom of the woodland realm trilogy

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Chapter I: Prince of Mirkwood (Pt. I)

The waters were peaceful just as the lore of ages say they were. I could see we were still days from the everlasting twilight of Aman, but I knew in my heart that once we made it there, I would see my family once more. I watched as the four elves on board spoke with quietly amongst themselves. We were the last of our kin to sail to Eldamar. The presence of a Prince from the House of Durin did not seem unusual to them after all that had happened.

As Gimli slept by the bow, I could not help to find myself thinking about the past. I would miss my home and all that I had left behind in Arda. The world I had once called home had changed. The moment I saw Aragorn crowned king of Arnor and Gondor, I could feel a change in the air. After everything the Fellowship had accomplished, I knew that I would become little more than myth; legend at best. With the sealing of Aglarond, the Dwarves joined the Elves’ fate in a world we helped to create.

As the waves of the sea carried us toward the Undying Lands, I watched the final vestiges of Arda fade into mists of time. The land where I was born would become a memory I would remember forever in quiet disbelief with a curious longing. My adventure was coming to an end, even as my life would go on forever. In that world, I began life as the son of Thranduil, the Elvenking of the Woodland Realm known for most of my childhood as Mirkwood. I was on my last journey from which I would never return. Who would I become beyond the shores of Arda?

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I came into this world in Eryn Galen as Legolas Lasgalen Thranduillion in the month of Lótessë in the forty-first year of the Third Age. My mother was Queen Êlúriel Nenluin, a Nandorin from the lost land of Ossiriand. She died when I was still a elfling, but I remember that she was beautiful and kind. Before I was conceived, my parents took in Târthon, the son of my father’s best friend Melros. After he perished at Dagorlad during the War of the Last Alliance, his wife Árendil could not bear her grief and sailed to the Undying Lands leaving her son in their care. When I was old enough to understand, I was sad for Târthon but glad to have a brother.

My grandfather Oropher had died in the same battle that took Târthon’s father, but my grandmother Nimeithel was there to see me come into the world before she left for Aman with my mother’s father Nendúril. It would be the beginning of darkness for the Elves of Eryn Galen.--J.M.M ❁

© 2015. The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy—Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. All Rights Reserved.

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Newsfeed #136 August 23, 2023 (23 Urimë)

You are probably wondering where I went. Well, someone like this series. And so at the moment, they are looking to publish the entire Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy. Yes, so, if everything goes according to plan, you will be able to buy the books.

At the moment I do not have to change a thing, but if I get the green light the way it is planned, this page will only exist, and all the other ones: @tkwrtrilogy, @tkwrtrilogy2, @tkwrtrilogy3, @extendedtkwrtrilogyend, @trenarnolegolaslasgalen, @tkwrtrilogylasttale, @oflordsandkingstkwrtbook @tkwrtlegends @tkwrtsongofsevenrivers will be abandoned as I will have to work with the publisher to bring the books to a worldwide audience.

Now, they did mention a series, but I'm not going to put the cart before the horse. I'm a realist first, and a truly diabolical human second. But this HUGE NEWS, yes. Thranduil began here in 2015 as the last of many Middle-Earth stories of the Elvenking, and he slowly rose to heights I could have never imagined. I hope I will be allowed to continue working here (should everything go as planned), and allow me to continue to entertain you as a published author. This will be another era for me and the Middle Earth of J.R.R. Tolkien. Thank You.--JMM (@jmmauthoroftkwrtrilogy @iamjaynaemarie)

The Saga will ALWAYS continue.

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June 12, 2023: Beta Readers Wanted

Hello. How are you doing? I think I should explain a few things. Let me get this out of the way first: I will be looking for beta readers for the first part of the book XIV.

Yes, XIV is about Louis XIV. How did you know? Anyway, it is a long book and it will be here always: @lesecretdelamaisondubourbon.

Long story short: a famous person DMs me to ask to read my work and I had to make it possible. I write a lot (@tkwrtrilogy @tkwrtrilogy @tkwrtrilogy3 @trenarnolegolaslasgalen and all subsequent side projects), and this trilogy is part of my work. So, naturally, I decided that why should the famous person have all the fun? I decided to make it possible for a few beta readers to read Part I of XIV (which is a trilogy within an actual trilogy now because each part is as long as a book). Good, now that you know that...

Yes, Monsieur has his own book--which brings me to what I should explain (more about this particular trilogy).

This is Part II of Book III--NOT of XIV (which is about Louis XIV). This is a separate book. It is written by @fortunatelyclevercandy (who is also working on @thehouseofdurin). Clearly, this book is entitled Monsieur (because, as everyone knows, Monsieur was the honorific title of the second-born son of a French Monarch).

Part I of Book III is the book XIV written by @iamjaynaemarie (the person writing this blog post, and author of the abovementioned blogs about The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy).

Yes, THIS book is about Louis XIV. This book is the one that will be available in November for a select group of readers.

This is a trilogy. Why is it a trilogy?

This is why*. It's a family affair. Interestingly enough, this family makes all other royal families look like Disney by comparison. The years of movies and television shows didn't even scratch the surface.

⚠️ BY THE WAY: People seem to be having issues with WordPress and reading this book, so I am going to figure out what is going on today and probably until tomorrow. I don't know what happened. It works for me obviously because I'm the one posting things on my website. But for some reason, it is not working for readers, so I'm going to be looking into that today and probably over the next few days to rectify this issue. In the meantime, anyone not on WordPress please try to read Tumblr for a while. I hope it doesn't take too long.

Yeah, the KING is NOT HAPPY about that.

So, that's it for today. I hope you enjoyed all that. Thank you for reading.--JMM.

Every family has a secret. Some have more than others.

Welcome to the House of Bourbon. Enjoy your stay.

*Book I will be the last book completed. It is going through some minor outline changes as the overall tone of the trilogy has shifted to deal with our favorite recurring theme: Brothers.

Note: This book is also written in multiple languages: English, French, Spanish, Italian, and German. This means that the actual text of the book will casually flip between languages (mostly in dialogue). This is done because, interestingly enough, Louis XIV was fluent in English, French, Spanish, Italian, and German. His brother Philippe preferred Spanish to his native French, but he was also multilingual as his best friend was Italian, his first wife was English, and his second wife spoke German. 🙂

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You know, if I had to tell everyone what happened to me, it would be another book all together, and right now I have my hands full with books. I am so busy now that I have just been told to give up my dreams PhD work and just concentrate on writing books.

First things first: @tkwrtrilogy3 is back. First of all there will be a crash course on what the new people that showed up missed. That begins tomorrow the writing begins October 7 as you can see by the lovely illustration above.

So much to do and so much time to do it. Considering this book is a trilogy, and it has an extra three books attached to it, I’ll probably be writing this one until I’m 70. I just turned 50 so that tells you a lot. OK, so I write fast. Maybe 65. Be grateful. Oh. It is already twice as long than the entire first season of Rings of Power (probably longer).

Next: The New King in Town @lesecretdelamaisondubourbon So, you probably missed it. Not only am I Thranduil, I am also Louis XIV currently. I will be his Daddy, too.

You don’t wanna know. Well maybe you do. Let’s just say I have extensively covered his love life and survey says: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

If you were ever on my Instagram, you would know there’s a new lady in town for His Majesty Louis XIV. and none of you know who she is because she’s new to a degree. Anyway, let’s just say they had fun (and will continue to have fun. However, if you are reading the book on Tumblr, Louis is still a baby. I had to jump ahead for theme reason on Instagram and I’m afraid if you go over there you’ll want him to grow faster. I would also like to tell everybody that his brother Philippe he has a story to tell.

 Oh, does Monsieur have a story to tell. That belongs to my co-author, @fortunatelyclevercandy. As they say, true friendship never expires. Don’t worry you’ll like it I’ve already read some of the story and it’s: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Oh, right. The Secret of the House of Bourbon is also a trilogy. I write trilogies. Why? Because I’d like to write. A lot. I also read as much as I write. And sometimes in French. HOB (as we call it) covers 196 years of the House of Bourbon. I wanted to start with Louis XIII, but my co-author loves her some Philippe, so to stay consistent, I headed over to Louis XIV. That was probably the absolute best decision I ever made in my life and I suck at making decisions. I really suck at making decisions. I try my best not to make any of them. So, like I always do, I ended up beginning a story in the middle. I am in Book III and it is all about Louis XIV. Yes, there are women. More than you can imagine but not as many as his grandfather Henri IV. There is no one earth who can have that many women except for his grandfather Henri IV. Oh, and by the way, this is not fanfiction based on anything like a television show perhaps. This is all about the history and the history is wilder than the television show. How wild? Let’s just say somebody made me go through 500 pictures of one poem before they decided OK, this doesn’t have to be a PG-13 novel. 😑 I mean it doesn’t have to be like Tolkien. We are grownups. I think we’re grown ups. Well, she might be more than I am. But we’re definitely grownups. So anyway this is a grown-up book about grown-ups just happened to start as children before they become grown-ups. In 17th-century France. Yeah. Did you know Louis was born with two teeth? 🦷

We are adults. Fun fact: My birthday is September 4. The day before Louis XIV. Ain’t that a kick in the head?

So, I guess this is it. I guess I am coming back. It’ll take a while to get used to being back after such a Trumatic experience I went through, but I’m happy to be back to doing what I love. Writing. Oh, one more thing:

Hee hee 😛 So, I guess we’re back. 😉 For me, there’s no place like the throne.

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Chapter IX: The Reckoning (Pt. II)

As it was told to me sometime later: the whole of Doriath stood still that day. No wind blew through the trees and nary a forest creature could be seen. Time seemed to stop within our borders. Even within the halls of Menegroth there was an unsettled anticipation. Silence filled every chamber and the only sound heard was our footsteps—like heartbeats they filled our ears with anxious desire for a return to normalcy. This day would never be forgotten in the annals of time. Yet in the moment, one could forget there was ever a time such as this to remember.

It was the day Lady Lúthien and her Beren would return to Menegroth. Even as the day began as always, an uneasy excitement whispered through its hallowed halls.

I was called upon by Elmo and Orowen to receive the returning couple with the rest of the family. I had met the request with some doubt—for I feared it was all in vain. Nonetheless, I acquiesced for the sake of Mîrwen.

At sunrise on that day, I rose to find Mîrwen standing across our chamber draped in her robe and staring upward.

“Mîrwen,” I began. “Is something the matter?”

“Would you think ill of me if I were to say I wished this day had never come,” she asked softly.

“You know I could never think ill of you,” I said as I got up and walked over to her. “May I asked why you fell this way?”

She turned toward me; her eyes felt like daggers through my heart.

“I know of your visions, Orothôn,” she said. “I know you have seen was is to come and it will be this day that casts its long shadow upon this world.”

“What are you saying,” I asked.

“You know well what I am saying,” she snapped.

“If I did, my love, I would know how to answer.”

“Why did you say nothing to me of what you have seen,” she demanded.

“I did not wish to upset you,” I said. “It would appear I had just cause.”

“I am not amused, Orothôn,” she said.

“Nor am I, Mîrwen. What has brought you to this, dare I ask?”

“I know far more than you think,” she said.

“Well, that would not surprise me as you spend your days with the ladies of the court,” I answered. “I can only begin to imagine what you talk about when your husbands are not around.”

“We do not discuss Súlwë,” she said. 

Words escaped me.

“Where did you hear that name,” I asked.

“It does not matter from where I heard it,” she answered as her voice seemed darker. “What matters is he knows the reason why this day has come. Your visions are what lies in the future this day foreshadows.”

“Mîrwen, please,” I said softly. “No more.”

“For now,” she whispered as we heard a knock at the door. “Enter.”

Servants entered the room to dress us for the day.

“I will tell you as much as I can,” I whispered.

“No, Orothôn. You will tell me all that you know.”

She smiled and motioned to her dressers and disappeared behind her screen.

I made my way to my attendants and we were dressed in silence. When we were ready, Mîrwen and I entered the hall where we met Oropher and Nimeithel.

“Ada,” he said. “You clean up nicely. How long has it been since we have had the occasion to be so formal?”

“It has been too long,” I answered.

We began making our way to the main vestibule. I put aside the events of the morning the closer to the throne we came. Not since we first entered into Menegroth had it looked so festive. I allowed myself a moment of much needed peace.–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 09-22-2020

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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HOW TO READ THE KINGDOM OF THE WOODLAND REALM TRILOGY

I have read complaints from people that seem understandably lost when reading from blog to blog, so I’m going to try to explain it has best as I can (especially now that TKWR Trilogy has a larger audience than originally thought). Most people may not be watching the TKWR Trilogy Newsfeed: @tkwrtnewsfeed often (where I often post free downloadable books now and then--one coming next Wednesday on my Dad’s birthday), so I’ll try to explain how to follow this book.

This is the first blog: the FIRST ONE you should start with. It begins here: https://tkwrtrilogy.tumblr.com/post/135724032251/book-ii-the-saga-of-thranduil-chapter-i-i-am. That’s the very first excerpt from the entire first book (either version).

This is also the first book I started with; it began as one book then it was to be a trilogy about Thranduil and evolve into a trilogy about the multi-generational stories of his family (thus is why the links seem odd versus the titles on the page). This blog is THE FIRST HALF OF BOOK II: THE SAGA OF THRANDUIL.

THE SECOND HALF of BOOK II: THE SAGA OF THRANDUIL starts here: @tkwrtrilogy2. You are taken to the additional 9 chapters of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. It begins here: https://tkwrtrilogy2.tumblr.com/post/147531755302/chapter-i-a-love-beyond-time-pt-i-legolas-was. The chapter titles reflect what would have been the original THIRD BOOK of the ORIGINAL TRILOGY. It was easier to do that than add to this blog because I already had ended what was the original end of Book II.

THE EXTENDED VERSION: First, it’s here: @extendedtkwrtrilogyend. Secondly, it begins before Êlúriel dies in the first (original) versions–i.e., the above two blogs. It begins here: https://extendedtkwrtrilogyend.tumblr.com/post/148916252443/chapter-xviii-ext-the-return-to-shadow-pt-i. The Extended Version starts in the middle of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil and covers parts you read in the first two blogs. The chapter titles reflect the additional titles for the (now) new trilogy (that added 9 chapters and 140+ additional pages). This is part of a SEPARATE BOOK; the extended version of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil.

BOOK I: THE EPIC OF ERYN GALEN

Going back into time: After doing some research to make this entire story appear to work alongside actual Tolkien, I realized that when Oropher dies during the War of the Last Alliance, he was too young to be “awakened” by Lake Cuiviénen; hence I had to create his family while all the while making him related to Celeborn (as Christopher Tolkien said his father said he was but never elaborated). That took about six months and when it was ready, Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen went up here: @tkwrtrilogy3. This is the book I am writing now. I am technically done with Book II and going through editing both versions.

The NEW Book III: THE LAST TALE OF LEGOLAS GREENLEAF (LASGALEN)

I knew that all the generations of the Woodland Royals had to be consistent. Book I is told by Orothôn, father of Oropher and Oropher himself. You can thank Thranduil for making it possible that all generations tell their story from their point of view. So I decided to change what was a diary into a book. So now Legolas is Book III. He can be found here: @trenarnolegolaslasgalen. It will still be written in Sindarin more than the others; as the name suggests it means “The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen”. That will be the last book in the trilogy. Since Legolas is in most of Book II and its extended version, this means Legolas’ book has an extended version. That one is here: @tkwrtrilogylasttale. Nothing’s there yet (obviously). That doesn’t mean I’m not working on it--I am.

The only “updates” to the blogs will be in PDF versions of the books as they are made available periodically (like next week’s download that will last for 24 hours in honor of my father’s birthday). The online versions are the very first rough drafts. 

You are reading the evolution of a high fantasy novel based on the Tolkien characters Oropher, Thranduil and Legolas from their point of view (so look for a lot of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings in Legolas’ story (Book III) and a lot of The Silmarillion in Orothôn and Oropher’s point of view in Book I. There will be an end--unlike other fan fictions. Also, unlike other fan fictions, the entire book will have an annotated version--complete with notes for source material for how this book evolved in the first place; when that day comes, you’ll know: This book has 10 TKWRT related blogs.

In conclusion: the first two blogs mentioned here are the same book (Book II: The Saga of Thranduil), the third mentioned is the extended version of the first book which is Book II, Book I (fourth link) is the story of Thranduil’s ancestors and Book III (fifth and sixth links) is Legolas telling his story as his father did in Book II and his great-grandfather and grandfather did in Book I. 😁 I hope this helps somewhat as the story continues to get more detailed and comprehensive.--JMM, author.

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.

© 2015. “The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy by J. Marie Miller.

Disclaimer: New characters are intermingled with canonical characters–from the books, not the films. My non-canonical characters were created and based solely on Tolkien’s Middle-Earth (on purpose). Though there are events and relationships between new and canonical characters, the story itself is original, there are absolutely no passages, prose or quotes within this story that come from either The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings or any volume on the History of Middle Earth or the History of the War of the Ring written by J.R.R. Tolkien or Christopher Tolkien unless specified (in the form of Tolkien Elvish).**

**Annotated version of The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy by J. Marie Miller (forthcoming).

Spanish and French versions TBA.

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Chapter XXIX: (EXT) The Departure to Mithlond

“The afternoon before I was to leave, I found Thûlë in the gardens with Eärluin and Auríel showing them things sleight of hand. They were so taken by the magic neither of them noticed I was there.

“Thûlë,” I said. “Might I have a moment of your time?”

“Yes, of course,” he said. “Stay right there, I will return.”

The girls clapped and spoke among themselves as Thûlë walked with me a short distance.

“What is it, Thranduil,” he asked.

“We are leaving at the fall of twilight tomorrow,” I began.

“You have decided to make the journey,” he said smiling.

“Yes,” I stammered. “Is it far?”

“Mithlond,” he asked. “Well, it will take some time to get there.”

“No, I meant, Aman.”

His eyes seemed to dance at the sound of that and he smiled.

“I cannot say,” he began. “For the journey is different for everyone. Like everything in this world, that world is very much the same.”

“It is the same,” I pondered. “How so?”

“It exists.”

I could tell by his face that I was as dumbfounded as I thought.

“Thranduil,” he began gingerly. “For as long as I have lived and for all that I have seen the only thing I have seen once was what I have always seen. Every day of your life you saw the same thing without realizing that each day everything changed. Nothing in this world or the next remains the same. Forever can last a moment and a moment forever. Immortality is the art of living as long as one can to do what one will in a world that changes right before our eyes. We do not see it change because we are living.”

With that, he left me thinking about what he said as he returned to perform for Eärluin and Auríel. I made my way back into the palace in a fog of comprehension. I thought all day and into the night—I barely ate a thing at dinner and sound did not seem to permeate my thoughts. 

Finally, when all had fallen silent, I realized I was alone at the table of the dining hall. I made my way to my chambers. Êlúriel was in her night gown standing at my mirror combing her hair.

“Thranduil, are you ill,” she asked. “You have been acting strangely all day.”

“I was just thinking,” I said.

“About what,” she asked putting her comb away. “Have you changed your mind about leaving?”

“No,” I said, pulling her close to me. “I do not want to live anywhere you are not. Not in life nor in death.”

“What has changed you this night,” she asked smiling.

“Nothing has changed,” I said, kissing her lips. “But nothing is the same except my love for you.”

She took my hand and led me to our bed where we spent our last night together for what would be one moment in forever I would never forget.

As night began to fall the following evening, I mounted my horse and paused for a moment. Êlúriel sat patiently upon her horse quietly as did the rest of our family. We were leaving this world never to return. Even as there had been pain, there were countless joys.

“Shall we begin,” Thûlë asked.

I nodded and for the last time, I motioned to lead my kingdom to Mithlond. The night started to unveil the stars that shone down from cloudless skies. The journey that have began our ancestors would end with us. I had only learned that we were the last of our kin to depart for Aman.

As we rode throughout the night, I could not help but to notice the world I was born into in a light far different that I could remember. The Misty Mountains seemed far greater beneath the stars as their peaks seemed to touch the heavens above them.

Through forests and across hills through valleys, our journey seemed to leave the younger of our elves spellbound. I had not known the world beyond the Rhovanion until I left for war. To see as I left it seemed disappointing as it was as beautiful as Eryn Lasgalen.

On the last night before we were to reach Mithlond, several elves took our horses to set them free. We would walk the rest of the way into the port. It took some time to console Tárimë as her horse was a gift from me.

I walked a distance from camp watching the sun slowly disappear beneath the horizon. I wondered how life would be in Aman. I thought of how much time had passed since I had seen my mother.

“Forever has never been so close as it is now,” Elranduil said as he approached. “Just over that horizon is where it lies.”

“Are you afraid,” I asked. “To go beyond this world we have only heard about in elven lore. How do we know there is anything out there waiting for us? What if nothing is there and we came so far for nought?”

“Why would you think such a thing,” he asked. “Of course there is something out there beyond the sea. Thûlë came from there, remember. You think we came all this way to fall off the edge of the Earth?”

“Of course not, Elranduil,” I said nervously. “What if what is out there is not the paradise we were told it was?”

“Even now, you are still awaiting something that will never be or never was as father would say.”

“Why are you so sure of what is there,” I asked.

“Why are you so afraid of what is there,” he asked.

I thought about his words for a moment. What was I afraid of? The unknown, perhaps. Fear of looking back and seeing my existence turned to fable told by humans to put their children to sleep. 

What would become of the kingdom we left behind as the years would turn it to nothing more than relics of a world long since past. Worse, it could be lost as it faded into nature and swallowed by the earth to never be discovered.

“There will be nothing of us left, Elranduil,” I said. “Nothing we have done through the centuries will exist no more. We will be forgotten as if we never lived.”

“Not a creature in this world that ever lived was left forgotten,” he said. “They become part of an endless tale that is told and retold from one generation to the next. For each generation there is added shadings and what have you, but underneath the myth lies a grain of truth. That is what will be remembered.”

I must have had a look of wonderment because Elranduil had a great smile on his face.

“When did you become so wise?”

“I always have been wise,” he said. “You never listen to me.”

“For good reason quite often,” I answered.

“Thranduil, whatever lies beyond the horizon you will not be going there alone,” he said. “All of us will see what you will see. For better or worse, we will be together.”

I knew he was right. I always wondered about the unknown whether in fear or curiosity. Now, I would face it myself.

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When dawn came, everyone followed Thûlë the rest of the way to Mithlond. The closer we came, the more anxious I became. Once we entered the city, the sun had not yet started its descent. There was one grand ship—large enough for everyone. Tarthôn smiled when he saw it.

“I am looking forward to going home,” he said.

I said nothing as elves began to board. I began to look around Mithlond. The grand halls were empty—not a soul was left. We were truly the last to leave this world.

“You are looking for me, are you not,” a voice asked. I turned to see Êlenuil. “I was,” I said. “You have kept your word.”

“I have but I also wanted to see if you would come with us,” he said.

“You thought I would stay behind,” I asked.

“Most everyone thought as much,” he said. “But I see Êlúriel has convinced you to come.” 

“Time convinced me,” I began. “I have nothing but time and those I love to spend it with. Eryn Galen is in my heart where it will never leave. I have forever to remember all that it was to me.”

“So it is the same with Súlelenth,” he said. “She is where she always has been since the day we met.”

“Your children are on board,” I said. “As well as the rest of your family. Shall we go?”

Êlenuil nodded and we walked on board together. Êlúriel stood looking at me. She kissed me.

“Let us go,” she said.

I smiled and helped her on to the ship and stepped in after. When the bridge was raised and the sails unfurled in the gentle breeze, the ship slowly began it’s journey toward the setting sun into eternity.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-22-17

**END OF BOOK II**

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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I am really tired of hearing about “unsavory” messages floating around about me by people that have no idea who I am or what my story is and do not even bother to know it--except to listen to rumor and innuendo. NO, I am not going to stop writing my story. I made a promise to finish it. NO, I do not care what is said about me but what upsets my friends and family will upset me and I will do anything to keep them from such vile activity--even if it means I will not answer another message or have another Q&A until the very end of The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy and that might be for several years. It is a very long book.  I do this because I love it. Nothing more and nothing less. Writing isn’t a competition--it is work and it is done for the love of creating something that people want to read. That is it and that is all. 

I have enough drama in my life that I do not have time for belligerency mean-spirits taking from me dignity and the very essence of what I hold dear--my work and my father for whom I write. I do not know when I will lose him but I know he still lingers with me now. When he is gone, this will be all that I have left and I will protect it with my life. I have little tolerance for those with less of a heart than they do a conscience that just wish to take it upon themselves to shame a person for whatever reason their little minds can conjure. Say what you will of me, but I will protect my work and my true friends.--J.

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Chapter IX: The Departure to Mithlond

As night began to fall, I made my way to where the rest of my kingdom waited for me. I mounted my horse and paused for a moment. I was leaving this world never to return. Even as there had been pain, there were countless joys.

“Shall we begin,” Thûlë asked.

I nodded and for the last time, I motioned to lead my kingdom to Mithlond. The night started to unveil the stars that shone down from cloudless skies. The journey that have began our ancestors would end with us. I had only learned that we were the last of our kin to depart for Aman.

As we rode throughout the night, I could not help but to notice the world I was born into in a light far different that I could remember. The Misty Mountains seemed far greater beneath the stars as their peaks seemed to touch the heavens above them.

Through forests and across hills through valleys, our journey seemed to leave the younger of our elves spellbound. I had not known the world beyond the Rhovanion until I left for war. To see as I left it seemed disappointing as it was as beautiful as Eryn Lasgalen.

On the last night before we were to reach Mithlond, several elves took our horses to set them free. We would walk the rest of the way into the port. It took some time to console Tárimë as her horse was a gift from me.

I walked a distance from camp watching the sun slowly disappear beneath the horizon. I wondered how life would be in Aman. I thought of how much time had passed since I had seen my mother.

“Forever has never been so close as it is now,” Elranduil said as he approached. “Just over that horizon is where it lies.”

“Are you afraid,” I asked. “To go beyond this world we have only heard about in elven lore. How do we know there is anything out there waiting for us? What if nothing is there and we came so far for nought?”

“Why would you think such a thing,” he asked. “Of course there is something out there beyond the sea. Thûlë came from there, remember. You think we came all this way to fall off the edge of the Earth?”

“Of course not, Elranduil,” I said nervously. “What if what is out there is not the paradise we were told it was?”

“Even now, you are still awaiting something that will never be or never was as father would say.”

“Why are you so sure of what is there,” I asked.

“Why are you so afraid of what is there,” he asked.

I thought about his words for a moment. What was I afraid of? The unknown, perhaps. Fear of looking back and seeing my existence turned to fable told by humans to put their children to sleep. What would become of the kingdom we left behind as the years would turn it to nothing more than relics of a world long since past. Worse, it could be lost as it faded into nature and swallowed by the earth to never be discovered

“There will be nothing of us left, Elranduil,” I said. “Nothing we have done through the centuries will exist no more. We will be forgotten as if we never lived.”

“Not a creature in this world that ever lived was left forgotten,” he said. “They become part of an endless tale that is told and retold from one generation to the next. For each generation there is added shadings and what have you, but underneath the myth lies a grain of truth. That is what will be remembered.”

I must have had a look of wonderment because Elranduil had a great smile on his face.

“When did you become so wise?”

“I always have been wise,” he said. “You never listen to me.”

“For good reason quite often,” I answered.

“Thranduil, whatever lies beyond the horizon you will not be going there alone,” he said. “All of us will see what you will see. For better or worse, we will be together.”

I knew he was right. I always wondered about the unknown whether in fear or curiosity. Now, I would face it myself.

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When dawn came, everyone followed Thûlë the rest of the way to Mithlond. The closer we came, the more anxious I became. Once we entered the city, the sun had not yet started its descent. There was one grand ship—large enough for everyone. Tarthôn smiled when he saw it.

“I am looking forward to going home,” he said.

I said nothing as elves began to board. I began to look around Mithlond. The grand halls were empty—not a soul was left. We were truly the last to leave this world.

“You are looking for me, are you not,” a voice asked. I turned to see Êlenuil.

“I was,” I said. “You have kept your word.”

“I have but I also wanted to see if you would come with us,” he said.

“You thought I would stay behind,” I asked.

“Most everyone thought as much,” he said. “Your love for Êlúriel is legendary even in Mithlond. I would not have been surprised had you remained.”

“I wanted nothing more,” I began. But I knew she would not have wanted it to be. She is in my heart where she will never leave. I have forever to remember all she was to me.”

“So it is the same with me and Súlelenth,” he said. “She is where she always has been since the day we met.”

“Your children are on board,” I said. “As well as the rest of your family. Shall we go?”

Êlenuil nodded and we walked on board together. When the bridge was raised and the sails unfurled in the gentle breeze, the ship slowly began it’s journey toward the setting sun into eternity.”–Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 05-19-17.

**END OF BOOK II**

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This is the first draft of the Official Appendix of The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy. Most of the characters are from Book II: The Saga of Thranduil with Tolkien Canonical Characters and a few Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen (some will appear in Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen) that are mentioned. 

Some names have been changed (and some may change) so if you’ve been reading the books, some names belonging to some characters might appear differently here. That is in the process of being edited in the entire trilogy--especially Book II: The Saga of Thranduil which is due to be completed within the next few days. Still a work in progress; subject to change. This is easier to follow than the last post which even confuses me. 😁

Don’t get too comfortable: There are more characters and names coming. I have three books you realize.

C = Canonical. EV = Extended Version/s. *Mentioned.

Appendix (Alphabetical Order)

Adanor—Commander of the Army under Isildur; he had long hair—a deep earthen color with green eyes that reflected a commanding, yet kind presence.

Amdir (C)—King of Lórien, father of Amroth. He died in the War of the Last Alliance at the Battle of Dagorlad.

Amroth (C)—Son of Amdir and lover of Nimrodel. After the War of the Last Alliance, he would die waiting for Nimrodel.

Aldáros—An orphaned Silvan elf from the War of the Last Alliance.

Anárion (C)—Son of Elendil and brother of Isildur. He would die in the War of the Last Alliance.

Annariel—Mother of Êlúriel, husband of Nendúril. She was killed during the Second Age.

Aradin—Commander of the King’s Archers in Eryn Galen and a Noldo. Long black hair soft as silk against delicate features across the fairest skin and features with piercing grey eyes. He is the father of Ardúin, Linurial and Súlthulë. He is wedded to Aralótë.

Aradûial—Daughter of Aruilos and Nimlúin. She has her father’s long white golden hair in and mother’s light brown eyes.

Aradúlin—Daughter of Tarthôn and Ëariâth. When she grows up she would marry Elendôr, son of Ardôr and Ninyávë. She has her father’s golden red hair and her mother’s grey eyes.

Aragorn (C)—Son of Arathorn II, descendent of Isildur; heir of Gondor.

Aralótë—Wife of Aradin, mother of Ardúin, Linurial and Súlthulë. She is a beautiful elf with long golden hair and piercing bright blue eyes. Lady of the Court in Eryn Galen.

Aramír—Older brother of Aramoth and son of Nînuir and Linlúin. He has golden hair and eyes the color of eyes of violet ice. Wedded to Tínandril. He is Marchwarden of the North.

Aramoth—Younger brother of Aramír and son of Nînuir and Linlúin. Much as his brother, he had long golden hair but his eyes were a sharp blue. He is wedded to Nenloth. Marchwarden of the South.

Árendil—Youngest daughter of Sírnên and Ninduril, sister of  Nínorë. With eyes of vivid emerald, she had a cascade of long golden tendrils that even I thought beautiful in the sunlight. She is wedded to Melros. After the death of her husband, she went into the Undying Lands with her husband’s mother, leaving her son, Tarthôn with Thranduil.

Aranduil—Son of Elendôr and Aradúlin. Thranduil and Elranduil are his grandfathers. He’s very close to his cousins Nenduîl Nárisil and Tárimë Silmë.

Arasílmë—Wife of Eldúir. Their daughter is Aryávë, one of the most beautiful elves in Eryn Galen.

Arawë—Son of Isílsar and Celebríl.

Areithel—Wife of Arísil, mother of Orísi. She died before the War of the Last Alliance leaving her son and husband in sorrow.

Arísil—High Council and Commander of the Army under Gil-galad. He had long golden brown hair and eyes the color of the sea. His wife was Areithel, mother of his son Orísil, orphaned at Dagorlad when he died.

Andvári—“Gentle-Breeze” with hair and beard of white gold, he is a member of the Council of King Durin III of Khazâd-dûm.

Ardôr—Son of Elranduil and Ardúin. He had his father’s hair and his mother’s eyes save for hints of the color of the sea. Perhaps it came from his Noldorin roots long since passed into lore. When he grows up he will wed Ninyávë. (Prince of Mirkwood: Ardôr Elranduilion)

Ardúin—One of the daughters of Aradin and Aralótë She was an unusual elf in Eryn Galen. She was what was left of the Noldor. With long soft waves the color of the feathers of a raven, she the most unusual piercing eyes one could only describe as golden grey. She is wedded to Elranduil.

Árelë—Son of Elmîr and Aryávë. He will marry Êleníel, daughter of Sildôr and Nínorë. He has the impeccable beauty of his mother, long golden hair with blue eyes like his father. His sister is Silaurë.

Arlómë—Mother of Melros and wife of Eldûmír. She is the fairest of the Silvan, if there be such a thing. Deep blue eyes and long auburn hair with skin near white as snow. After losing her husband and son in the War of the Last Alliance, she left for the Undying Lands.

Aruilos—Younger brother of Ëariâth, son of Nimlos and Sildúriel.  Husband of Nimlúin.

Arlúin—Daughter of Aramoth and Nenloth, wife of Orísil, mother of Eleneth.

Arímë—A peredhel; Wife of Haldúir, mother to Súlelenth. Cousin Êlúriel, Nenloth and Nimlos. Her father Gildúr married her mother, a mortal woman named Sirurial.

Arnîn—Daughter of Aramír and Tínandril, Wife of Randúmîr.

Arod (C)—Legolas’ horse from Rohan (LOTR).

Asfaloth (C)—Glorfindel’s horse (LOTR).

Aryávë—Daughter of Eldúir and Arasílmë. She is the cousin of Aramír and Aramoth. She was chosen of Thranduil but she will wed Elmîr.

Aurëwyn—Wife of Bard (II) of Dale. She is the mother of Bain. She is a direct descendant of Haldúir, father of Súlelenth.

Aûrvar—A second age dwarf serving on the Council of King Durin III of Khazâd-dûm and brother of Jári, General Commander of the Army. He had hair and beard the color of fire.

Aûstri—“East-One”, he is one of the Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm with golden hair and beard. See Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm.

Bain (II)—Son of Bard (II). He is the direct descendant of Bard the Bowman.

Bain I (C)—Son of Bard of Esgaroth and descendant of Girion.

Balin (C)—Balin, older brother of Dwalin, son of Fundin. He would die in Moria.

Bard I (C)—Bard the Bowman, he would bring down Smaug and lead the men of Esgaroth in the Battle of the Five Armies.

Bard II (C)—Son of Brand, son of Bain (I). He would take his father’s throne after he dies during the Second Battle of Dale during the War of the Ring. He resembles his great grandfather Bard (I).

Bain—Son of Bard (II) and Aurëwyn. He is the direct descendent of Bard the Bowman, his great great grandfather. He bears a resemblance to his great grandfather Bain.

Beorn (C)—Skin changer; he would kill Bolg during the Battle of the Five Armies.

Bifur (C)—Dwarf; cousin of Bofur and Bombur.

Bofur (C)—Dwarf; older brother of Bombur; cousin of Bifur. From Moria, not of the line of Durin.

Bombur (C)—Dwarf; younger brother of Bofur cousin of Bifur. From Moria, not from line of Durin.

Brand I (C)—Son of Bain, son of Bard (I). He would die during the Second Battle of Dale during the War of the Ring alongside King Dáin II Ironfoot of Erebor.

Brelin (EV)—Wife of Bard the Bowman (Bard I) and mother of Bain.

Brendîr—A commander of the Army under Anárion.

Celeborn (C)—Lord of Lothlórien and husband of Galadriel. Son of Galadhon and brother of Galathil.

Celebrían (C)—Wife of Elrond and daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel. Mother of Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen Undómiel.

Celebril—Daughter of Súriar and Náriel.

Círdan (C)—Lord of the Falas; first bearer of the Narya.

Culdúros—Tarthôn’s horse. A brown stallion with long red mane and tail. His name means Golden Red Night Foam.

Dáin II Ironfoot (C)—Dwarf; cousin of Thorin Oakenshield. He would become the King of Erebor after the death of Thorin during the Battle of the Five Armies.

Dís (C)—Dwarf, sister of Thorin Oakenshield and Frerin; wife of Stíahn and mother of Fíli and Kíli.

Dori (C)—Dwarf; brother of Ori and Dori from the house of Durin.

Durin (C)—King Durin III, Ruler of Khazâd-dûm (Moria) at the time of the War of the Last Alliance.

Durin (C)—son of Thorin III Stonehelm of Erebor. (LOTR Appendix)

Dwalin (C)—Dwarf, younger brother of Balin, son of Fundin.

Ëariâth—Daughter of Nimlos and Sildúriel. Sister of Aruilos. She had grey eyes with hair like her father—dark as night. When she grew up, she would wed Tarthôn.

Ëarmîr—Nephew of Celeborn and Galathil.

Elarían—Orphan elven child of the Nandor. When she grows up, she would wed Elenadar.

Êldúlin—Daughter of Randúmîr and Arnîn. She has long sand colored hair of her father’s and her mother’s moss green eyes.

Eldôr—Husband to Valdúril, he was tall and fair; with the palest grey eyes of any Sindar. Long and fine was his fair like that of King Oropher, the color the purest gold. So yellow it was that often when he would wander into the sun, it seemed to sparkle as a thousand stars.

Elenadar—Son of Fëaluin and Linurial, twin brother of Elenatar.

Elenatar—Son of Fëaluin and Linurial, twin brother of Elenadar.

Êlengolas*—Pure Sindar with long golden hair and eyes to color of ice. Father of Nimeithel and Valdúril. Wedded to Valdúmîr.

Eleniâth— Wife of Galdúmîr, mother of Fëaluin and Fínduin. She was a Silvan elf, with long waves of the finest brown hair and eyes of dark grey.

Elendôr—Youngest son of Ardôr and Ninyávë, younger brother of Êlenuil and older of [Elwen]. Father of Aranduil. He is wedded to Aradúlin.

Elendil (C)—Father of Isildur and Anárion. High King of Arnor and Gondor.

Êleneth—Daughter of Orísil and Arlúin.

Êleníel—Daughter of Sildôr and Nínorë. She has the long golden hair of her mother and her father’s sky blue eyes.

Elenlúin—Entering Eryn Galen as a child, she was the sister of Elarían. When she became of age, she would wed Elenatar.

Êlenuil—Known as the Everstar because he is the first royal born to carry the bloodlines of the Teleri: Sindarinwa, Noldor and Nandor but also the Silvan. He is the son of Ardôr and Ninyáre and older brother of Elendôr.

Elenorn—High Council and Commander of the Army under King Amdir.

Eldúir—Brother of Linlúin. He was a High Elven Warrior in the Army of Oropher. He is wedded to Arasílmë.

Eldûmír—Father of Melros. A Sinda, he was a trusted member of Oropher’s council as well as a warrior. He would die in the War of the Last Alliance.

Elmîr—Son of Sildúr, brother of Tínandril.

Eluin—Êlúriel’s horse. A wedding gift from Thranduil. White mare with white mane and tail.

Elranduil—Son of Eldôr and Valdúril, sister of Queen Nimeithel of Eryn Galen.

Elrond (C)—Son of Earendil and Elwing; Lord of Rivendell.

Êlúriel—Wife of Thranduil, mother of Legolas Lasgalen and Isilriel Elenare (EV) and foster mother of Tarthôn. In the original version of TSOT, she was killed by an orc while defending Thranduil.

Elwen (EV)—Daughter of Elranduil and Ardúin. Sister of Ardôr and Orísil. She is very close to her cousin, Isílriel.

Erestor (C)—Chief Counsellor of the house of Elrond.

Fângil (See Minstrel of the Rhovanion)

Fëaluin—One of Thranduil’s best friends from childhood. Wedded to Linurial. He becomes the head of Council for Thranduil after the War of the Last Alliance.

Fëaruin—Horse of Amdir. He is a red stallion with red man and tail. His name means Red Flame Spirit.

Fíli (C)—Dwarf; younger brother of Kíli and a son of Stíahn and Dís and an heir of Durin.

Fínduin—Brother of Fëaluin. He died in the War with his father, Galdúmîr. He left behind his wife, Sinomë.

Findúril—Father of Nimlos and Nenloth, brother of Nendúril. He died fighting orcs in Ossiriand. He is wedded to Nimduin.

Findôl—Eastern Border Guard. Brother of Sildôr and Sinomë. Son of Finëar and Nenduriel. He is wedded to Súlthulë, daughter of Aradin and Aralótë.

Finëar—Member of the council of Oropher. He was a timid one, yet he was diplomatic and forthright; his grey eyes shining beneath the long golden hair of the Sindar. Father of Sildôr, Findôl and Sinomë.

Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm—The Dwarf Warrior Factions are split into four fighting forces or battalions named for their commanders that are named for the direction of the Winds.

Gandalf (C)—A Maiar known by many names (Mithrandir among the elves). The Gray Wanderer sent to Middle Earth around 1000 T.A. after the loss of the One Ring with Radagast (Aiwendil) and Saruman (Curunír).

Galadhon (C)*—Son of Elmo; father of Celeborn and Galathil.

Galadriel (C)—Lady of Lothlórien; wife of Celeborn; mother of Celebrían.

Galdúmîr—Commander of the King’s Army, father of Fëaluin and Fínduin. Wedded to Eleniâth.

Galathil (C)—Father of Nimloth wife of Dior; he is the son of Galadhon and brother of Celeborn.

Gimli (C)—Son of Glóin, he is the last heir of Durin.

Gil-galad (C)—The Last High-elven kings of Middle-Earth.

Gildúril—Horse of Aruilos. White stallion with red mane and tail. His name means Brilliant Night Star.

Gildúr—Late father of Arímë, brother of Annariel, mother of Êlúriel. He died in the same glamhoth attack trying to save his sister.

Glóin (C)—Dwarf; younger brother of Óin and son of Gróin. He is the father of Gimli.

Glorduir—Oropher’s horse. Golden stallion with white mane and tail.

Glorfindel (C)—Rider of Asfaloth; Elf from Imladris/Rivendell.

Gollum (C)—Once known as Sméagol, he was the first victim of the One Ring. He was brought to Mirkwood by Aragorn but escaped the dungeons of Thranduil.

Haldir (C)—Marchwarden of Lothlórien; brother of Rúmil and Orophin.

Haldúir—Man from Esgaroth. He is married to Arímë. Their daughter is Súlelenth, wife of Êlenuil. He finds out that his wife was the daughter of Gildúr, brother of Annariel, mother of Êlúriel.

Hithloth—Elenatar’s horse. A dark silver stallion with long white mane and tail. His name means Mist Flower.

Hîthuin—Horse of Amroth. Dust brown stallion with a light brown mane and tail. His name is Ever Mist.

Iarûr—Royal Chronicler of the Woodland Realm. He is a Sinda. Long golden hair and sharp grey eyes. When he leaves for the Undying Lands after the Battle of the Five Armies, his son Súriar.

Isildur (C)—Son of Elendil and brother of Anárion. He would steal the One Ring from Sauron.

Isílion—An escort to Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien.

Isílriel (EV)—[Daughter] and youngest child of Thranduil and [Êlúriel], foster sister of Tarthôn and sister of Legolas. Her throne name is Isílriel Elenáre Thranduiliel.

Isílsar—Husband of Celebríl; father of Arawë.

Jári—Jári: Warrior (General Commander) With hair and beard the color of fire, he was gruff, but noble. Brother of Aûrvar.

Kíli (C)—Dwarf; older brother of Kíli and a son of Stíahn and Dís and an heir of Durin.

Lasiavas—Legolas’ horse in Mirkwood. Light silver-mist colored stallion with long black mane and tail. He was born of Eluin, sired by Sûldúmîr. When he was born, everyone thought he was a gift from Êlúriel because he was different than all the other horses. His name means “Autumn Leaf”.

Lasimë—Legolas’ pet squirrel. His name means “Leafy” in Quenya.

Legolas (C)—Son of Thranduil and [Êlúriel], foster brother of [Tarthôn] and older brother of [Isílriel]. As a Prince of Mirkwood, he joins the Fellowship of the Ring as one of the Nine Walkers. His throne name is Legolas Lasgalen Thranduilion.

Lindûmír—Wife of Sildúr, mother of Tínandril and Elmîr. She had long golden red hair and eye of sky blue. After the War of the Last Alliance, she left with others to Aman.

Linlúin—Mother of Aramír and Aramoth. She had long golden hair with clear eyes of fine blue like foam upon the ocean.

Linurial—Daughter of Aradin and Aralótë, she is the sister of Ardúin and Súlthulë. She is wedded to Fëaluin.

Líri (EV)—Horse of Isílriel. Golden white horse with white mane and tail. Her name means “song”.

Lothluin*—Mother to Eldôr. She is a Noldor.

Mãndil—A commander of the Army under Anárion.

Melros—Best friend of Thranduil; he would die in the War of the Last Alliance. He was wed to Árendil and their son was Tarthôn. 

Meláze—Chief Blacksmith in Eryn Galen. When not covered in soot, he is a rather handsome elf with soft extremely light brown hair—near the color of sand—and blue eyes. He is wedded to Náruiel. He is a Silvan.

Minstrel of the Rhovanion—Lyricist and a teller of folk tales. Sometimes goes by the name Fângil.

Mîráre—Daughter of Tatháron and Tárwen; sister of Ninyáre.  Her long golden hair and eyes of silver were hard to avoid. She is the love of Legolas and is known to him as Lasuil.

Mírwen—Mother of Oropher, grandmother of Thranduil, great grandmother of Legolas. She was one of the fairest of the Sindarinwa of her time and very unusual. Her skin was near white, her eyes deep grey with long hair of the lightest gold.

Mithrandir (C)—See Gandalf.

Nármoth—Elenadar's horse. A red stallion with long black mane and tail. His name means Fire Dusk.

Náruiel—Wife of Meláze, mother of Tatháron. She has long golden hair and grey eyes. She is an Sinda.

Nenduîl Nárisil—Son of Êlenuil and Súlelenth and twin brother of Tárimë Silmë. His throne name is Nenduîl Nárisil Êlenuilion.

Nenduriel—Lady to Nimeithel. Wedded to Finëar. Mother of Sildôr, Findôl and Sinomë.

Nendúril—Father of Êlúriel, husband of Annariel.

Nenloth—She is the sister of Nimlos, friend and lady to Êlúriel as Queen of Eryn Galen. She is wedded to Aramoth.

Nimeithel—Mother of Thranduil, wife of Oropher; sister of Valdúril.

Nimduin—Mother of Nimlos and Nenloth; wife of Findúril. She has dark hair and brown eyes.

Nimísil—Horse of Orísil. White golden stallion with white mane and tail. His name means White Moon.

Nimlos—Cousin of Êlúriel, brother of Nenloth. He is wedded to Sildúriel.

Nimlúin—Daughter of Fínduin and Sinomë. She is wedded to Aruilos.

Nimríel—Wife of Iarûr, mother of Súriar.

Nimrodel (C)—The love of Amroth, Prince of Lórien.

Ninduril—Wife of Sírnên, mother of Árendil and Nínorë, she is a Sindar married to a Noldor. She leaves with Árendil after the War of the Last Alliance.

Nínorë—The younger sister of Árendil and daughter of Sírnên and Ninduril. She is wedded to Sildôr.

Nînuir—Father of Aramír and Aramoth; he was charge of the Army of Eryn Galen under Galdúmîr and Eldûmír. He is wedded to Linlúin.

Ninyáre—Daughter of Tatháron and Tárwen; sister of Mîráre. She marries Ardôr. 

Nithí—One of the Council of Durin; “Old Moon” (Gold hair and beard), he’s the older brother of Nyí.

Nori (C)—Dwarf; brother of Ori and Dori from the house of Durin.

Northri—“North-One” (Black hair and beard); one of the Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm. See Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm.

Nyí—One of the Council of Durin; “New Moon” (Black hair and beard), he is the younger brother of Nithí.

Óin (C)—Dwarf, son of Gróin and older brother of Glóin.

Ori (C)—Dwarf; brother of Nori and Dori from the house of Durin.

Orísil—Son of Arísil and Areithel from Ossiriand. He was orphaned after following his father off to war. He was adopted by Elranduil. When he grows up, he will marry Arlúin, daughter of Aramoth and Nenloth.

Oropher (C)—Father of Thranduil, husband of Nimeithel.

Orophin (C)—Brother of Rúmil and Haldir of Lothlórien.

Orothôn*—Father of Oropher, grandfather of Thranduil, great grandfather of Legolas. Far more intimidating than his descendants, Orothôn had finest and longest hair of the Sindar in Doriath.

Radagast (C)—Known as Aiwendil, he was sent to Middle-Earth with Gandalf and Saruman around 1000 T.A. after the loss of the One Ring. He is located at the Southwestern borders of the Rhovanion.

Randúmîr—An orphan child from Ossiriand. Hair the color of sand with eyes of the shallows of the sea. He was an unusually quiet child. When he became of age, he would wed Arnîn.

Rúmil (C)—An elf from Lothlorien; brother of Haldir and Orophin.

Saruman (C)—Known as Curunír, he was sent to Middle-Earth with Gandalf and Radagast around 1000 T.A. after the loss of the One Ring.

Silaurë—Daughter of Elmîr and Aryávë, sister of Árelë. She will marry Târuil, son of Findôl and Súlthulë.

Síldúlos—Horse of Ardôr. Given to him by his father, Elranduil. He is a stallion the color of red earth with a white mane and tail. His name means Shine White Night Snow.

Sildôr—Western Border Guard with long earthen brown hair and grey blue eyes. Brother of Findôl and Sinomë. Son of Finëar and Nenduriel. He is married to Nínorë, daughter of Sírnên and Ninduril.

Sildúriel—Silvan of the court of Eryn Galen/Mirkwood/Eryn Lasgalen; wife of Nimlos, mother of Ëariâth and Aruilos.

Sílrandor—Son of Elenatar and Elenlúin. Twin brother of Sûlrandír.

Sinomë—Wife of Fínduin. She dies of grief at the loss of her husband during the War of the Last Alliance. She is the youngest child and only daughter of Finëar and Nenduriel, sister of Sildôr and Findôl.

Sîrandír—Son of Elenadar and Elarían. Twin brother of Sîrandor.

Sîrandor—Son of Elenadar and Elarían. Twin brother of Sîrandír.

Síran—Second Commander of the Army under Isildur.

Sîrluin—Elranduil’s horse. Silver blue stallion with the long mane of midnight. His name means Blue Stream.

Sírnên—Father of Arandil and Nínorë. He is a member of Oropher’s council. He has long black hair and dark brown eyes. He is one of the few Noldor in Eryn Galen. He is wedded to Ninduril.

Sirurial—Late mortal mother of Arímë. She had light brown eyes and long dark blonde hair.

Stíahn—Dwarf from Ered Luin; husband of Dís and father of Fíli and Kíli.

Sûldúmîr—Thranduil’s horse. Silver stallion with white mane and tail. His name means Spirit Night Jewel.

Súlelenth—Wife of Êlenuil, the Everstar. She is of the Race of man as the daughter of Haldúir and Arímë. She is the mother of Nenduîl Nárisil and Tárimë Silmë.

Sûlrandír—Son of Elenatar and Elenlúin. Twin brother of Sílrandor.

Súlthulë—Daughter of Aradin and Aralótë. Her sisters are Linurial and Ardúin. She is wedded to Findôl, son of Finëar and Nenduriel.

Súriar—Son of Iarûr and Nimríel and a Chronicler of Eryn Galen/Mirkwood/Eryn Lasgalen.

Sûthri—Sûthri: South-One (Brown hair and beard); one of the Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm. See Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm.

Tárimë Silmë--Daughter of Êlenuil and Súlelenth, twin sister of Nenduil Nárisil. Her throne name is Tárimë Silmë Êlenuiliel.

Tárion—An escort to Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien.

Tarthôn—Son of Melros and Árendil. Árendil left him in the care of Thranduil after the death of Melros and went into the Undying Lands. He was raised as part of Thranduil’s household. He was wedded to Ëariâth.

Târuil—Son of Findôl and Súlthulë, he looks like his father long golden red hair with his mother’s blue eyes.

Tárwen—Wife of Tatháron; mother of Ninyáre and Mîráre.

Tatháron—Son of Meláze and Náruiel. He is half Silvan and half Sindar. He marries Tárwen.

Thekker—Dwarf, father of Stíahn.

Thráin I (C)—Dwarf; Son of Náin I.

Thranduil (C)—Son of Oropher and Nimeithel, husband of Êlúriel and father of Legolas and Isílriel (EV) and foster father of Tarthôn.His throne name is Thranduil Tárisil Oropherion.

Thorin Oakenshield (C)—Son of Thráin, son of Thrór; heir of Durin. He would lose his life at the Battle of the Five Armies (the first Battle of Dale).

Thorin III (C)—Dwarf, Son of Dáin II Ironfoot.

Tínandril—Daughter of Sildúr. Her brother is Elmîr. The color of sunset was her long straight hair with eyes the color of moss. Her skin was as white as winter, flawless and serene. She is wedded to Aramír.

Valdôr*—Father of Eldôr. He is a Sindar. His son took from him his long golden hair and grey eyes.

Valdúmîr*—Pure Sindar from Doriath, with pale skin and long hair as the silver snow. She had eyes of pale blue. Wife of Êlengolas, Mother of Nimeithel and Valdúril.

Valdúril—Sister to Queen Nimeithel. As with her sister, her skin was flawless. Her hair was as long as my mothers, but to it was far more golden. Her eyes shone of with a gentle grey, like wisps of smoke with a hint of my mother’s blue. She was very close to my mother, so much that yes, their children had similar names.

Vestri—“West-One” (Auburn hair and beard); one of the Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm. See Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm.

Vindalf (Thúlé)—A Maiar; he arrived with Gandalf in c. 1000 T.A. on the shores of Mithlond. He didn’t get the distinguished “Gray” until after the death of Gandalf in Moria.

Appendix from The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy--Book II: The Saga of Thranduil by J.M. Miller ©2015 All Rights Reserved.

Sources Cited:

Allan, Jim, ed. An Introduction to Elvish and to other tongues and proper names and writing systems of the Third Age of the Western Lands of Middle Earth as Set Forth in the Published Writings of Professor John Ronald Reuel Tolkien. ©1978 The Bath Press. All Rights Reserved.

Foster, Robert. Tolkien’s World from A to Z: The Complete Guide to Middle-Earth From The Hobbit Through The Lord of the Rings and Beyond. New York: Del-Rey Books, 2001

Tolkien, J.R.R. The Peoples of Middle-Earth. ed. by Christopher Tolkien. London: HarperCollinsPublishers, 2015.

Tolkien, J.R.R. The History of Middle-Earth Index. ed. by Christopher Tolkien. London: HarperCollinsPublishers, 2002.

Tolkien, J.R.R. The Lost Road and Other Writings. ed by Christopher Tolkien. New York: Del-Rey Books, 1987.

Tolkien, J.R.R. The Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle Earth. ed. by Christopher Tolkien. ©1980 J.R.R. Tolkien Copyright Trust. All rights Reserved.

Tolkien, J.R.R. Lord of the Rings ©1987 Houghton Mifflin Company, ©2004 HarperCollinsPublishers. All rights Reserved.

Tyler, J.E.A. The Complete Tolkien Companion. ©1976. St. Martin’s Press. All rights Reserved.

This list does not include new places and/or objects at this time--and there are a few. This also is the abbreviated version of the original--the actual one is far more detailed and tedious. Baby steps.--J.

[tkwrtrilogylasttale]

The elves began a lot and now they will end it with the final chapter of The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy which is Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen. This is the same story found here: @trenarnolegolaslasgalen, only this is the extended version (with the additions from Book II’s extended version--such as his mother, Êlúriel and his sister Isílriel and his newest cousin, Elwen, daughter of Elranduil, cousin of Thranduil).

You are in for another long adventure into Middle-Earth. This will be Journey’s End, but we still have far to go before we see it.

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The Children of Middle-Earth: Fantastic Kids and Where to Find Them

(Before someone sends me a message having a cow over credits, scroll to the end of the article--that’s where I put them at the most available links/full credits)

Everyone is familiar with the adorable little hobbit children in Peter Jackson’s “The Lord of the Rings Trilogy” but what about the “other” ones? The humans, dwarves, and most definitely elves?

Rest assured, they are there--in fact they are everywhere. The Hobbit is a children’s story (okay, so children used to be more mature back in the day with longer attention spans). But they aren’t in the books.

So, The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy put them there. Book II: The Saga of Thranduil begins with a memory of Thranduil’s earliest childhood memory--when he met his best friends for life--some that would remain with him into adulthood. More of him as a baby comes in Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen. Along with his cousin Elranduil, there’s Melros, Fëaluin, Fínduin, Elmîr, Aramír, Aramoth Sildôr, Findôl, and some of the girls: Arandil, Nínorë, Sinomë, Tínandril, Aryávë, Ardúin, Linurial and Súlthulë.

By Chapter XVI: Legolas Lasgalen, we get a in-depth look at Elven motherhood with the birth of Legolas. Even in his generation, there are elven children he grows up beside--especially in his immediate household: Tarthôn, Ardôr, Orísil, Aruilos, Elenadar and Elenatar (and if you’ve read the extended version, his little sister Isílriel, @alttkwrtrilogyend). There are more than one little girl: Ëariâth, Arlúin, Nimlúin and Arnîn.

By Chapter XXI: The Best of Sons, everyone has become acquainted with Aranduil and his cousins Nenduîl and Tárimë.

In old Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen, Chapter V: The Fall of Dol Guldur has seen the additions of Bain, son of Bard II and his wife Aurëwyn as well as dwarf child Durin*, son of Thorin III*. Durin (in Tolkien lore) would be the last Heir of Durin to rule (as Durin VII) as the only other heir of Durin would leave for the Undying Lands with Legolas* (Gimli*).

There will be far more children--on in particular I look forward to is Oropher*, father of Thranduil* (and quite possibly Celeborn* and his brother Galathil*) coming to Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen. I am sure the question becomes, why now? I say why not?

When I began writing TKWR Trilogy in 2015, my typical modis operandi has always been to grow up a person because we didn’t come into this world as adults. Even in Tolkien, if only in passing, children are everywhere.

I became interested in giving them more of a role that shapes whom they will grow to become when I found myself working with Thranduil’s relationship with Baby Legolas--whose habit of crawling between his parents early in the morning for a play date started to become amusing. Though Legolas was Thranduil’s second experience with a child (his first was Tarthôn, the son of his best friend Melros who died during the War of the Last Alliance and made Thranduil promise to take care of him before they left for war), Thranduil became Middle-Earth’s Father of the Year quickly as children seem to find him fascinating--especially young Prince Bain and Prince Durin.

Most of us were young when we discovered the magical world of Tolkien’s Middle-Earth and for most of us, we had a child’s understanding of all the mystical and magical things going on. I thought what it would be like as an actual child--no matter the race--to live in such a world. You will notice most children will act as any child would--for example, Arlúin getting dirty helping her cousin Legolas chase his pet squirrel Lasimë under a bush or Isílriel doing her “adorable” routine to get Thranduil to take her outside for a ride around the kingdom.

In the all the events and happenings of Middle-Earth history, children learn to accept things they cannot change, ask a lot of questions about the world around them and learn from their parents and their world in all stages from childhood to adulthood. For me, it gave the Woodland Realm and other places in Endor a touch of realism. Even when a 500 year old elf thinks 2000 is old.

After all, we were children once and children makes life worthwhile and adventures come to life.--J.

*Canonical.

“The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy” by J.M. Miller ©2015.  All Rights Reserved.

"The Lord of the Rings" by J.R.R. Tolkien. ©1987 Houghton Mifflin Company, ©2004 HarperCollinsPublishers. All rights Reserved.

Image: ©2001. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. All Rights Reserved.

Kíli and Fíli (imagined by WETA): https://www.wetanz.com  All Rights Reserved.

"Unknown” by staRember (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/338192253245643764/)  All Rights Reserved.

“Elf Girls” by Aegileif (http://aegileif.deviantart.com/art/Elf-girls-418531488)  All Rights Reserved.

Image: ©2009 Born of Hope: The Ring of Barahir.  Actors at Work Productions.  All Rights Reserved.

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Newsfeed #124 December 26, 2020 (26 Ringarë)

After such a tumultuous year, I am hoping to go into 2021 with cautious optimism. Yet, even as I continue working on this series, I will admit I spent a lot of time afraid to work in anticipation of another tragic event that would keep me from doing what I love. However, readers and fans have given me more courage to go on--especially in anticipation of this release--possibly due to the "bonus" material.

In this download of the Original Version of The Saga of Thranduil, there an exclusive look-see into The Epic of Eryn Galen (the prequel, if you will). The first two chapters begin a journey for the Elves that (for some) will last until the end of the War of the Ring (in The Lord of the Rings). Under starlight, the elves awaken on the shores of Lake Cuiviénen. With a stop in a place that would one day become known to the world as Mirkwood, the saga of Elves of the Woodland Realm begins. Book I is their origin story; their legacy.

To end 2020 with something such as this reminds me of how my own journey to this work began--with uncertainty in adversity; wandering in darkness until the first light of the Day Star finally revealed the world to me. Not unlike the characters, I must find the strength to carry on knowing that every night has a day. Hope is often born in times when it seems lost.

You can get the book here: Google Drive or WordPress.

[sotwk]

The Story of Thranduil's Great Losses

My overarching theory about Elvenking’s broken heart is that he actually lost multiple family members over the course of the Third Age, in events borne about by the spawning of evils from Dol Guldur and the resurgence of the orcs in lands close to Mirkwood. 

However, the biggest loss that hit him hardest was that of his beloved wife. Prior to being softened by marriage and fatherhood, Thranduil must have been a bit difficult to get along with. Based on his portrayal in the The Hobbit trilogy, we can picture him as arrogant, cocky, snobbish, stubborn, impatient, hot-tempered, and carrying the emotional and mental damages of war. Remember that he witnessed the Sacking of Doriath, one or potentially two Kinslayings, the War of Wrath, and likely one or two of the great Elven wars in the mid Second Age. (I’m not listing the War of the Last Alliance here because I think he was already married at that point.) Essentially, he was a grumpy, battle-hardened soldier who just wanted to live the rest of his life on Middle-earth in peace and free of care.  

Eventually, he met an elleth who not only saw the goodness and kindness behind these flaws, but helped him temper his demons. She understood and respected his desires but also inspired him to fulfill his potential as a great ruler. With their union, they helped each other grow and under their rule the Woodland Realm flourished and thrived for about a thousand years into the Third Age. 

And then, sometime around TA 1000, the Necromancer (aka Sauron) came to Amon Lanc and set up shop, turning it into the cesspool that is Dol Guldur. Thranduil’s blissful existence began to crumble from then on, slowly but surely.

Almost two thousand years later, he was still working hard to serve his people and sustain his kingdom which was being plagued by the Necromancer’s evils, even after he'd lost the beautiful home he and his wife built together and raised their children in. In his fight against the Enemy, he lost dear friends and even his own children (who, or how many, I will not say, because I have yet to write those stories!). The fact that an estranged Legolas was the one left remaining to him by the events of The Hobbit speaks to the extent of his personal losses. 

After TWO THOUSAND years of enduring this decline, injury, and strife, can you imagine what a blow it was to him when, due to one weak, unguarded moment, Thranduil failed to protect his Queen and she died?

How did it happen? 

Honestly, I am still working out the specifics in order to write a story about it, but in the meantime, I have some notes to share. 

If we choose to subscribe to The Hobbit movie’s claim that the Elvenqueen died in Gundabad, (which I do, loosely, in my own headcanon history for the SOTWK series I am building), a logical time when this might have occurred was in TA 2793 during the War of the Dwarves and Orcs and the Second Sacking of Gundabad. 

My belief is that the Elvenqueen was not a fighter, because her husband was already a renowned warrior who commanded a formidable army, and a more practical and fitting role for her would be that of a healer, ready to tend to her King and sons should they suffer injury. Elves who are healers generally avoid combat, because as Tolkien’s “Laws and Customs of the Eldar” states: “the dealing of death, even when lawful or under necessity, diminished the power of healing” (from “The History of Middle Earth").

Details of about how the Elvenqueen’s death occurred include my following assumptions: (Bear with me, because a few are leaps and stretches of imagination, although still logical in my mind.)

The Elvenqueen was Noldorin and a dwarf-friend, similar to Celebrimbor or Elrond (in Rings of Power). Since dwarves helped build the underground halls as seen in The Hobbit, a congenial relationship must have existed between Thranduil’s house and the dwarves of Durin’s Folk. I believe the Queen was the source of this, being a friend to Thrain I (ancestor of Thorin Oakenshield).

In TA 2770, when Smaug besieged Erebor and turned the Dwarves into nomads, Thranduil refused to give them aid (for reasons I can discuss at a later time--but I have a theory for this too!). At the time, the Elvenqueen was residing elsewhere and was unable to prevent this. 

Twenty years later: Wanting to make up for past mistakes, the Elvenqueen persuaded her reluctant King to send a portion of their army to fight on the Dwarves’ side, arguing that the orcs are also their people’s sworn enemy. (Does the argument sound familiar? Maybe that’s why Thranduil found Tauriel so aggravating!)

The Elvenqueen accompanied Thranduil to the first assembly of the forces, to facilitate the interactions between her hot-headed husband and a still-angry Thrain II (Thorin’s dad). 

After a few battles had been fought and won, Thranduil convinced his wife to return home. She was to be escorted by Elven warriors and taken by a safe route provided by the Dwarves, but due to either betrayal or faulty intelligence, the Elvenqueen was instead ambushed and captured by orcs and taken to Gundabad. 

Learning of this, Thranduil rode to her rescue and engaged the forces of Gundabad in battle. But his efforts were in vain because the Queen had already been slain; the orcs had no intention of returning her and had merely tried to set a trap. All Thranduil found was her lifeless body, and he never had a chance to say goodbye. 

It was Thranduil’s rage that cleansed Gundabad of orcs during that war. (Take his fight scenes in the movies and multiply by the fury of a thousand suns.) However, once this was done, he took his army home, refusing to continue fighting the rest of the six-year war. He blamed the Dwarves’ negligence for his wife’s death, which led to the open hostility between his and Thrain/Thorin’s houses. 

Thranduil’s anger was so well known (and feared), that Dain Ironfoot (who wasn’t even there!) later made the movie claim “he wishes nothing but ill upon my people” and called Thranduil a “faithless woodland sprite”, in reference to him not completing his participation in the war.

At the time of the Elvenqueen’s death, Legolas was already over 2,000 years old, so when Legolas tells Tauriel “there is no memory”, he means a grieving Thranduil likely discouraged any mention of his dead wife in his presence, songs of her are not widely sung, and images/memorials of her are scarce. “There is no grave” could mean that she was perhaps buried somewhere secret, not easily accessible, or not a typical resting place for elves. Thranduil's grief was just too deep to bear this.

[iamjaynaemarie]

I would like to put any myths or misconceptions about my disappearance out of the way. I didn’t go anywhere I was sent somewhere against my will (as these things will happen in families where a lot of money is at stake), but I’m still around and I’m not going anywhere until it’s time.

I have two books to right now. Of course there’s still @tkwrtrilogy3. I’m just in the middle of that one the end of part one which will be available sometime in the future—near future that is. that one is actually two books in one.

I did get slightly derailed, because I should be halfway through book 3 by now. That one is about Legolas. @tkwrtrilogylasttale. It’s not my fault. It’s my family. Greed is not a good. No matter what Michael Douglas said.

In the past six months, I have also started another book which was began in 2019. @thesecretofthehouseofbourbonbook It was supposed to originally start with Louis XIII, but that’s on hold for a while.

On account of his son Louis XIV. @lesecretdelamaisondubourbon. He has become as popular as my other king, Thranduil these days.

So anyway, I plan on focusing entirely on writing. As it would appear that people think this is a better alternative for me then going back to school to get my PhD. I would appear that they believe I am worth much more as a writer than I am as a person with a doctorate. Considering the state of the world right now, they’re probably right. I do enjoy it and I missed it when I was away from it for nearly 3 weeks in a tragic circumstance involving my own family. I will not be too quick to judge, but karma has always showing up right on time if it has reason. I am 100% sure it has good reason.

I will rise. Just like the Phoenix. I always do.

When you have nothing to go back to, comebacks are even sweeter.

[tkwrtrilogy3]

Chapter IX: The Reckoning (Pt. I)

The court began buzzing with delight with news of Lúthien’s return. Iarûr was the only one among us whose demeanor remained solemn. When I had the opportunity later in the evening, I found him in his chambers alone at his writing table. I entered cautiously through is opened door.

“Pleas come in, Orothôn,” he said without looking up form his work.

“I am not interrupting your work,” I asked.

“No,” he said looking up. “There was no work to be done this hour. I was putting my thoughts down for my own remembrance of this day.”

“It is this day I wished to speak to you about,” I said.

“I know,” he sewered. “You are quite perceptive. If you thought the news of this day troubled me, then you were correct.”

“It is wonderful news,” I said. “The return of the king’s daughter will make this kingdom whole once more.”

“You are naive in your optimism,” Iarûr said sternly. “It will serve you well on the darkest night but in the light of day, you must acknowledge reality.”

“I do not understand.”

“N one returns from Angband as they entered,” he said softly. “I can only imagine the horrors of the Lady Lúthien must have seen. No one can witness such evil without losing part of themselves.”

“The king will be happy once more,” I said almost pleading with him.

“Yes, he will,” he agreed. “But it will be short-lived, Orothôn. I am afraid this world will never be the same again. It is changing, my friend. The elements of good and evil have intermingled creating seasons not so easily discernible.”

I could say nothing—I just stood there thinking about those words as they seared a hole in my heart. Now I feared what may come to us upon the return of Lúthien and Beren.--TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 07-06-2020

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