#thranduil and nimlos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are still here, are you not?”

“But for how long, Fëaluin,” I asked.

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

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

“Hold me, please,” he yawned.

Fëaluin laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” Tárimë asked.

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

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

I heard soft laugh come from no where.

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

“Yes, Ada,” they said sadly.

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

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

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

“Êlúriel, you may come out now.”

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

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

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

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

“What did he say to you?”

“Hold me, please,” I answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hit him once more before putting down the pillow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why,” I asked.

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

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

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

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

“True, but not you,” he said.

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

“No,” I said. “Give it to Tarthôn.”

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

“Of course,” I smiled. “Elendôr.”

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

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

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

I rose to leave to return to my study.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nimlos laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look, Thranduil,” Nimlos said.

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

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

“What else did he say,” I asked.

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

Nimlos and I looked at one another concerned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I kissed her.

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

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

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

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

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After putting down the Orc attack near the gates of Mirkwood (in the Battle of the North) Thranduil worries he has lost as many warriors as that fell in battles before--most importantly, Nimlos, the cousin of his wife Êlúriel.

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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

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 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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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Chapter V: Starlight and Fire Moon (Pt. III)

“After mother allowed my courtship of Êlúriel beneath the wondering eyes of my father, I spent my days at my father’s side and my evenings with Êlúriel. I could not contain my joy whenever father would dismiss me. He knew I was taken with Êlúriel, but he did not think any more of it than a youth’s curiosity.

It was far more than infatuation. I knew I wanted to spend eternity with her. Whenever I was alone I thought of how to ask her hand, knowing I had to tell my father of my intention.

One day, I sat alone by one of the large windows in the hall outside my chambers looking at the numerous waterfalls and meandering streams when Nimlos came to me.

“May I,” he asked. I nodded and he sat down. “Your cousin, Elranduil. He has a penchant for mockery.”

“Who is it this time,” I asked. I was thankful I was not in his sights for the time being.

“Melros. Since Arandil accepted his proposal, Elranduil seems to enjoy taunting him as he awaits his wedding day.”

“I do not know why he would do such a thing,” I said. “But Elranduil has been that way his entire life.”

“I know why he does what he does,” Nimlos said. “But he did not do such a thing to me when I wed Sildúriel.”

“You are better warrior than he is,” I said. “He thought it wise not to say anything lest you run him through.”

“Oh, then he is more intelligent than I thought,” he said laughing. “I am fond of him, though. Everyone here. And I heard from Nenloth you are courting Êlúriel.”

“She told you, then,” I asked. “You are close so I suppose you would learn of it from your sister.”

“When we were young and living in Ossiriand,” he began deep in thought. “It was not always so. Our parents, Findúril and Nimduin, they spent more time keeping us from tearing each other apart than anything. It was not until they died that we realized we needed one another.”

“I could not imagine what that must have been like for you,” I said. “Whenever I am near either of you, I feel I have taken so much for granted and given much to privilege.”

“You should not,” he said looking at me smiling. “We do not choose the life we are given. I loved my father and mother dearly, true. But my life has been good. I have made peace with what I was far too young to do then. I could not have done a thing to save them. But I saved my sister. It was the last thing my father asked of me before he fell. I kept my word so, in my heart, I like to think he is proud.”

“He is, I have no doubts,” I said.

“Thank you, Thranduil. Nenloth says it often, but I do not listen as it is hard. She sounds just like our mother. I would not like hearing it from Nendúril, should he ever say those words.”

“Why, if I may ask.”

His gaze turned away and he seemed grievous.

“Nendúril is my uncle,” he said looking at me. “His brother was Findúril, my father. Perhaps that is why I care for Êlúriel as a sister. She is my cousin. When he looks upon me, which is rare, I think he sees his brother. Like looking at Êlúriel reminds him of Aranúril. I miss her as much as my mother."

I could say nothing. I was glad that he had taken such good care of Êlúriel, but now he was more to me. I saw him far differently after that day. Melros broke the moment by running around the corner as if he were being chased. Against the wall he looked around as to look for someone.

“Melros, what are you doing,” Nimlos asked, his mood changed to amusement. “Whom do you hide from?”

“If you were to have a guess, I am quite sure you would know,” he said.

“Elranduil,” we said together.

“How old is he,” I said. “He is acts as if he were 1100 again. Why is he chasing you?”

“He is not,” Melros said. “But Aramír saw me with Arandil in the garden and told Aramoth whom I know told Elranduil. I am not to see Arandil until our wedding but I could not help myself. You understand, Nimlos? I do not know how you were so calm during this time.”

“Calm down,” Nimlos said rising. “I will take care of my sister’s husband.”

“As it is, should Ardúin learn of it,” I said. “She will tell Valdúril. She can be much like my mother.”

“Come with me, Melros,” Nimlos said. He turned to me, “I almost forgot to tell you, Thranduil, Êlúriel asked me to tell you she is in the great hall. She wanted you to meet her there. Now, let me have a word with Aramoth.”

As they left, I hurried away down the opposite hall and up a short stairs to the palace’s great hall. With the highest of ceilings and great dining table that nearly filled the room, I saw Êlúriel looking out over the gardens. She looked toward me smiling. I went to her quickly and she pointed out the window.

I noticed that in the garden, several of the children were wrestling with Elranduil. Most fiercely, Randúmîr, the only boy that had come with the others from Ossiriand.

“I cannot say he did not have this coming,” I laughed. “He has been rather irritating.”

She turned to me and embraced me without a word. I held her in my arms, unaware of where we were standing. When she looked at me was drawn to passion so quickly, I do not remember how our lips found each other. I never wanted the moment to end. But I quickly found myself.

“Shall we go for a walk,” I asked, taking her hand. “It is a lovely day.”

“Of course, Thranduil,” she said with a look of puzzlement.

As we walked out of the large wooden doors, we passed Eldôr and he grabbed my arm and whispered.

“Thranduil, watch yourself,” he said. “For Oropher has sent me follow your actions. He is beginning to have suspicion.”

“I cannot deny my heart, uncle.”

“Do not deny it,” he said. “But until you ask your father for her hand, anything you say or do must be done with great care. I will say nothing.”

“Thank you,” I said as me and Êlúriel went our way.

“Are we in danger,” she asked fearfully as we headed down a darkened corridor leading to the lower gardens.

“No, Êlúriel,” I said as the light of day fell upon us finally. “Not us. It is me."--Excerpt from TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil by J.M.Miller 1-28-16

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

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

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Chapter XXV: (EXT) Battle in the North (Pt. II)

“I entered my study filled with my council and my commanders stoically waiting for me. As they bowed, Fëaluin took his place at my side by my table with the princes of the realm. I took my seat and motioned to Eldôr.

“His Majesty will lead small few warriors against the orcs at the borders, but the rest will leave before the sun rises toward Dol Guldur and await the elven forces from Lothlórien.”

“Who will lead them,” Nimlos asked.

“Tarthôn,” I said. “And with him will go Ardôr, Orísil, Aruilos and Elendôr.”

Tarthôn looked at me and nodded.

“Once our fight is done, we will join you,” Eldôr continued.

“And who will protect the palace then,” Elendôr asked.

“The guard, of course,” Fëaluin answered. “There is no need to engage them unless there is a direct threat.”

“My brother and I will see to that,” Elenadar said. “Do not worry for your family. Concern yourself with your return. You will stand against an evil like no other. Save your strength and your thoughts on that.”

The doors of the study opened and closed and voices were heard speaking in whispers. I stood up as for elves walked out of the shadows and stood before me. I looked at Fëaluin—his face fell into his hands.

“Oh no,” he whispered.

Before us stood Sîrandor, Sîrandír and their twin cousins Sílrandor and Sûlrandír.

“My sons,” Elenatar and Elenadar said approaching their children.

“Your Majesty,” Sílrandor began. “We have returned to fight. The words of war are on the lips of everyone.”

“Even in Mithlond,” Sûlrandír said.

“Does your mother know you have returned,” Elenadar asked.

“Yes, Ada,” Sîrandír answered. “She and Elenlúin have long since sailed.”

“We did not come alone,” Sîrandor said.

“We came together, Sîrandor,” Sílrandor said.

“You know what he means, Brother,” Sûlrandír answered.

“Please, do not stand so close to one another,” Fëaluin said. “Any one of you.”

“Sorry, Ada,” Elenatar said as the stepped away aside. From behind them Êlenuil stepped forward and bowed reverently.

“Êlenuil,” Ardôr said.

“Yes, Ada,” he said. “I have returned to fight beside my brother and my king.”

Elranduil looked at me—a smile slowly crossing his face as he attempted to conceal it from everyone. I came from my place and stood before Êlenuil. I looked at him and thought of his children sleeping in their room not far from mine. I was proud of him but could not find the words.

“Then you will ride with your brother,” I said.

He smiled and bowed and went to his father and brother happily.

I motioned for Tatháron to come. He came quickly.

“You know what I will ask of you,” I whispered. “Do it quickly.”

He bowed and left quickly.

“Where have you sent Tatháron,”  Fëaluin asked quietly.

“To fetch something for Êlenuil,” I said. “He will need it far more than I will.”

I looked around the room the elves in my presence. I knew them all since my youth and others since I became king. As they spoke among themselves, I thought about things my father had told me. I had seen so much—through part of one age and nearly all of another. I knew then I would return home again one last time from the field of battle.

“Let us not tarry any longer,” I said. “As I speak an army of orcs march toward our gates. They are not the first but they will be the last. Tarthôn, I would like a word with you. Everyone else to your place.”

As the room emptied, Tarthôn stood before me.

“Yes, Ada,” he asked. “What did you wish to say to me?”

“I wished to say that you will see me again,” I said. “When I ride to you toward Dol Guldur.”

“I know,” he said. “And I will fight beside you as my father before me. I look forward to that moment.”

“I look forward to the moment you return home to your family,” I said. “Should I not return, it is you that should welcome your brother home in my place.”

“No,” he said.

“Do as I ask, Tarthôn,” I said.

“No,” he said. “I will not do what you will be able to do on your own. You will return home. You always have and you always will. When we return, we can both be here to welcome Legolas home.”

I embraced him tighter than I had before as I felt tears come to my eyes. I had no words that could express the pride I felt for Tarthôn in that moment. I remembered the first time I held him as an infant and every moment thereafter but none as powerful as that moment. I did not want to let him go, but I did slowly.

“I will see you soon,” he said as he bowed. “Until then, Namárië.”

He turned and left quickly. I stood alone waiting for my servants to bring my armor. When the door opened again it was Êlenuil.

“Yes, Êlenuil,” I said.

“How are my children,” he asked softly. “I wanted to know before I went into battle.”

“You know where they sleep,” I said. “Why not go to them. I am sure they would want to see you. I know you want to see them.”

“Let them sleep,” he said. “I just want to know how they are.”

“They are very well,” I said. “They are growing quickly as children will.”

“Should I live, I will return to Mithlond, Thranduil,” he began. “I still carry her memory in my mind and I am afraid my children will make it worse.”

“You wish me to pretend I never saw you this day or any other,” I asked. “You do not want your children to know you fought valiantly for them and this kingdom?”

“No,” he said. “I know you, Thranduil. You will speak of it to them no matter what I ask. It is not in your nature to keep anything from anyone.”

“I keep many things to myself,” I answered. “It is just never the truth.”

“I ask this because I know I will see them again,” he said. “But not in this world. This world has taken from me many things I do not care to remember.”

“It has for me as well, Êlenuil,” I answered. “Many things I have lost and do not care to remember. But I do remember. I have to remember because should I forget, I will not know what I am fighting to keep. This world has taken my father, my friends and more of my people than I can count. But it also has given me my father, my friends and my people. I lived with them and loved them and they gave me strength to live long after they were gone. You have everything to lose for your fear of remembering what you lost rather than what you have left.”

“I am not as strong as you,” he said. “You are the great Thranduil. They speak of you beyond these borders with such fervor. There is no one quite like you in all of Arda. Not among elven nor men nor dwarves. There will never be a star that will rise or fall brighter than you. Not even the Everstar. All I ask is you not tell Nenduîl and Tárimë I was not here so that they can remember the father that left them never to return.”

“You told them you would never return, did you not,” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“I will not tell them that I saw you or even said your name,” I began. “But if I grant you that request, then you will grant me one as well.”

“Anything,” he said.

“You will not leave this world without your children.”

He stared at me—his eyes filled with tears that did not fall until that moment. I knew he could not refuse my request—not one given by his king.

“When the time comes, I will send them to Mithlond and then you will sail with them into Aman. Do I have your word?”

He nodded slowly as the doors opened again with my servants carrying my armor.

“I will see you at Dol Guldur,” I said. “Go see Tatháron. He has something for you.”

He bowed and left as Fëaluin, Eldôr, Elranduil and Nimlos returned while I was being dressed. Eldôr was in his armor as he always had been before a battle. “I know better than to ask why Êlenuil left in fear for his life,” Elranduil said. “He will tell Ardúin and I will hear it eventually.”

“Sîrandor, Sîrandír, Sílrandor and Sûlrandír will join the palace guard and will stay behind with me,” Fëaluin said as he rolled scrolls together quickly. “Please return quickly. I love my grandsons very much but I can only be around them for so long before I will lose what sanity I have left.”

“I will return for you as soon as I can then,” I answered. “I cannot have the head of my council lose what sanity he has left.”

“Or what he was born with,” Elranduil said to himself.

“Elranduil,” Eldôr said.

Nimlos laughed as he stood before me.

“So here we are again,” he said. “Off to fight another battle. I must say, I never thought I would enjoy fighting beside you but that was before I got to know you.”

“You mean before you got to know Elranduil,” I said.

“Thranduil,” Eldôr said looking over a scroll.

“At least I can hit a moving target with an arrow,” Elranduil said as servants began to dress him and Nimlos.

“The trees never fared well with Thranduil around,” Fëaluin said handing off a scroll to a guard.

“Fëaluin,” Eldôr began. “This is why I returned. None of you have changed since you were children.”

“Thranduil has,” Elranduil said. “He has gotten taller.”

Nimlos and Fëaluin laughed as Elmîr entered.

“Yes, Elmîr,” I said as servants began to leave one by one after finishing their task.

“Aradin has taken the north side of the river,” he said. “Father and I will remain with you from here to Dol Guldur. Aramír, Aramoth, Findôl, and Sildôr will take North, South, East and West. Nînuir has accompanied Tarthôn and the others to Dol Guldur. Eldúir will stay to defend the palace.  Árelë sent word of a force of Easterlings seen moving toward Dale from the south. Better cover ourselves on all sides.”

“Thank you, Elmîr,” I said.

We stood in silence as the last of the servants left and we stood dressed in our armor looking at one another. I took a deep breath.

“Look after my children until I return, Fëaluin,” I said. “Look after Êlúriel.”

“Yes, Thranduil,” he said.

“Once more,” I said. “Let us fight once more.”

Eldôr, Elranduil, Nimlos and Elmîr followed me out of my study and into the hall toward the main gates. As they opened for us, I could see that dawn had not yet come. We walked into the darkness—the air still crisp and cool and not yet filled with the rancid stench of orcs but the sound of their feet had begun to shake the earth beneath our feet. We would take them face-to-face and ride later to Dol Guldur. Armored elven warriors stood prepared to fight again. 

We took our positions at the furthest distance west of the bridge and waited for darkness to fade into the light of day. We waited patiently for our first battle during the War of the Ring to begin.

The dawn seemed to come slowly but the anticipation had risen before with the sounds of orcs marching through the forest—their monstrous feet crushing the earth beneath them.  I nodded and Elranduil and Eldôr to take position. We planned to surround them and kill all that dared to march upon Mirkwood. I could hear the faint sound of the archers pulling their bowstrings from across the Forest River.

As the sun’s first light, the glamhoth broke through the trees. Arrows flew through the air as our two armies began fighting fiercely. No sooner had I put down one, another appeared in his place. For hours there was nothing but the sound of metal clashing and battle cries until silence had fallen. I stood wading in the corpses of orcs—not one elf did I see. I began to worry that I was the last to survive.

“It is done,” I heard a distant voice say. “Decidedly so, Father.”

I looked to see Elranduil and Eldôr approaching—their armor covered in orc blood.

“Do not think this is over,” Eldôr said.

“Nimlos,” I cried. “Where are you?”

I looked in every direction and saw only figures shrouded in the mists of dusk. I began to fear the worst as I fell to my knees and started pushing the dead aside in a futile search.

“Thranduil,” a voice said. “What are you doing?” It was Elranduil standing with Elmîr.

“I am looking for Nimlos,” I said frantically.

“Why would I be down there,” Nimlos asked.

I quickly turned to see him standing at my right beside Sildúr. I sighed deeply as I rose to my feet.

“I thought you had fallen,” I said.

“When that day comes, I will tell you,” Nimlos said smiling.

“How did we fare, Father,” Elmîr asked.

“Very well,” Sildúr answered. “There are wounded but none shall die.”

I sheathed my sword and wearily headed for the palace. At the end of the bridge, I saw the gates open—the last thing I remember before I fainted.

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

It was night when I returned to consciousness. I was laying on my bed my chest in pain, dressed tightly around me.

“How are you feeling,” I heard Fëaluin say from across the room.

“He will live,” Êlúriel said as she stroked my hair.

“What happened,” I asked.

“You were victorious,” he said. “As to be expected. I noticed you were missing a piece of your armor. That would explain your wound. It was not deep but you lost enough blood to faint.”

“I gave my mithril to Êlenuil,” I said slowly sitting upright. “He needed it far more than me.”

He walked to the foot of the bed and stood looking at me—his face lost in thought.

“I thought you did something of the sort,” he said. “You are just like Oropher.”

“How do you mean, Fëaluin,” I asked. “How am I like my father?”

“He gave his to you so long ago,” he said. “The difference is you survived to see another day but even Oropher would not have been surprised. You are a worthy warrior.”

“I almost died,” I said, my thoughts trapped in the past. “I could have died.”

“You did not die and you will not die, I am sure of it.”

“He will never die,” Êlúriel said. “He is too stubborn.”

He walked to the door and paused for a moment.

“Do you feel well enough to receive company,” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered. “Who calls for me?”

He smiled and tapped the doors. One cracked open enough for Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin to slip inside.

“You are alive,” Tárimë said happily as she and brother ran to embrace me.

I winced in pain as Fëaluin smiled and left us with the children.

“Yes, I am, Tárimë,” I said. “But do be careful.”

“Very careful, children,” Êlúriel said. “He is wounded.”

“You came back as you said,” Nenduîl said, climbing on the bed with his sister. “I knew you would return.”

“You did not,” Tárimë said. “You spent the day crying like a little child. I told you he would return but you did not believe me.”

“I did not cry,” he said quietly. “That was Aranduil.”

“Was not,” she said.

“You are not died,” Eärluin said, poking me.

“It does not matter now,” I said trying hard not to laugh. “I am here now and it is late. Time for bed.”

“Can we stay with you, Ada,” Tárimë asked sweetly. “We can look after you.”

“Your Ada needs his rest,” Êlúriel said. “You may see him tomorrow.” 

“Yes, Nana” they said sadly, hanging their little heads as they climbed down from the bed and walked slowly to the door.

“They can stay for a little while,” I whispered to Êlúriel.

“Are you not afraid to wake up and have their husbands and wife between us,” she whispered back. “You may stay for a little while.”

The children turned around and excitedly returned and curled up around me.

“Wake us up should you need to,” Nenduîl said in a commanding tone. “And we will ring the servants for you.” 

They had made up their minds and started to nestle on either side of me. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched them fall asleep. I closed my eyes for moment thinking about all that had happened. I looked at Êlúriel sitting on the bed next to Tárimë, smiling at me.

“Êlúriel, I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you more, Thranduil,” she said.

“That is not possible,” I said.

She leaned over and kissed me again.

“Welcome home,” she said.

“It is good to be home,” I said. “Very good.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-20-17

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

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Chapter XXVI: (EXT) The Fall of Dol Guldur (Pt. II)

“As the sun rose the next morning, we were led to out of the palace to take my place in a procession toward the gates of Erebor. As we rode toward the mountain, memories flooded my mind of the past. I was filled with sadness knowing I would look upon death once more. We came to the gates of Erebor and began our descent into the heart of the mountain.

Lying in eternal slumber lay the two kings side by side.

“They died together,” Dwalin whispered. “So shall they remain together forever. I never thought I would see this day when man would lie at rest beside a dwarf.”

“It is the sign of the times,” Thorin said softly. “Blood of one is no different from another. In war it all the same. No different in death for neither shall see the light of day. They were friends in life and together gave their lives for their people."

As we passed before the fallen kings, I paused before Dáin. I remembered when met we fought the battle that took Thorin Oakenshield so many years before. I placed my hand upon his that held his axe.

“Farewell, Elf-Friend,” I whispered. “King Dáin of Erebor. Your legacy shall be remembered through all the ages.”

The processional continued to move quietly through dimly lit caverns of the mountain and into the light of day. I could not help but think of how much timed had passed or how much it had changed me. When all was done we began our return to Dale.

Evening fell quickly as I stood along the balcony of the city square looking into the valley below. I would be leaving for home in the morning. Êlúriel was with Aurëwyn, learning about the city. My mind had little thought of anything but a profound misunderstanding of life itself.

“Thranduil,” I heard Fëaluin say. “Someone wishes a word with you.”

I turned to see Dwalin and Glóin standing before me. I nodded as they came closer and bowed.

“Your Majesty,” Dwalin said. “I wanted to thank you for coming.”

“You need not thank me, Dwalin,” I said. “I wanted to come. I only wished I had come while Dáin was still with us.”

“It is not an easy task ruling a kingdom,” Glóin said. “Especially in times such as these. I know what you have given to this war for I gave to it the same. You have nothing that needs forgiving.”

“Perhaps,” I said. “Though if you remember, it was me that put you away in my dungeons not so long ago without even thought to your plight or your mission.”

“That was long ago,” Dwalin said. “If there were a debt to be paid, it was done when you fought at our side against Bolg and his evil horde. Besides, better your dungeon than the web of a spider.”

We could not help but share a laugh.

“Thank you,” I said. “For your forgiveness and your friendship.”

“You are welcome,” he answered.

“May our sons return to us,” Glóin said. “To cement our friendship for another generation.”

They bowed to me and left for the night. My spirits began to lighten when I realized I was not alone. I looked down and saw Bain and Durin looking at me with curiosity.

“Are you a real elf,” Durin asked.

“Yes, I am,” I answered. “Are you a real dwarf?”

“Of course he is,” Bain said. “Just a very small one.”

“So I see,” I said. “You must be a human, then. A very small one.”

Durin laughed as Bain nudged him.

“You are both up rather late. Should you not be in bed?”

“I suppose,” Bain began. “But we cannot sleep.”

“I wanted to see a real elf,” Durin said.

“You have, so you can sleep now,” I said.

“How old are you,” he asked.

“That is not polite, Durin,” Bain said. “You never ask old people their age.”

I kneeled down to their height and took hold of them. They stiffened in fear—their eyes growing larger.

“I am very old,” I said smiling. “I have seen every one of your bed time stories I am sure of it.”

“You were alive when the dragon came,” Durin asked.

“Older than that, Durin,” I said.

“That is old,” Bain said. “Tell us more.”

“What are you doing out of your room,” Aurëwyn said coming toward us. “I apologize to His Majesty if they are being a nuisance.”

“They are fine,” I said. “It is my fault they are here. They wanted to have an audience with me, did you not?”

“Yes,” Bain said quickly. “An audience.”

“What is an audience,” Durin asked.

“Can we stay, Mother,” Bain asked. “Please?"

Aurëwyn looked at me knowing not what to say to me.

“Where is Êlúriel,” I asked her.

“The queen has retired to her chambers, Your Majesty,” she said.

I stood up and walked to her. She looked at me with a familiar expression—so much like Súlelenth.

“Good,” I said. “It is fine for the children to stay. I will have Fëaluin see them to bed.”

“Are you sure, Your Majesty,” she said softly.

“Yes. Pedo enni adui.”

Her eyes began to tear up and I knew she understood me. She nodded and walked away quietly. I turned back to the boys that stood in wonder—their mouths agape.

“Now, where were we,” I asked, sitting upon a stone bench.

“The dragon,” Durin said climbing onto my lap. “You know about the dragon.”

“I want to know about my great great grandfather,” Bain said sitting beside me. “He slew the dragon, did he not?”

“Yes, he did,” I said.

I told them many things into the night until they fell asleep. It was Nimlos and Elranduil that carried them away to their room in the palace. Once the children were taken away, two guards approached me and bowed as I rose. I knew what they had come. I nodded and followed them away to a spacious garden where lantern lit paths led to monuments to the past. In front of a stone figure stood Aurëwyn waiting for me.

“Your Majesty,” she said. “You wished to speak with me.”

“So it is true,” I said. “You know the language of the elves.”

“Yes,” she said. “My great grandfather learned it from his brother’s wife.”

“Arímë,” I said. “She was the cousin of my wife Êlúriel.”

“I know,” she said. “She told me tonight. My grandfather spoke of it often. He was proud to have an Elda in the family. He died when I was very young; not long after my father.”

“You have my sympathy,” I said softly, looking at the stone figure.

“You knew my husband’s ancestor,” she said. “His namesake.”

“I did.”

“What is it like to have lived for so long,” she asked.

“As any other creature,” I answered. “Only longer.”

She smiled and began walking down a path into a lower area. Curiously, I followed her. Beneath ornate stone arches covered in vine, I realized tombs surrounded us. She stood before one that had "Arímë Gildúriel" carved into the marble.

“I know you wanted to come,” she said. “To see her one last time before you leave tomorrow. If she were still here I am sure she would have wanted to see you both again. Good night, Your Majesty.”

She smile once more and disappeared into the darkness of the palace. I stood alone for a moment looking at the face of the stone in thought—thinking of Nenduîl and Tárimë. I wish she could see how much they had grown. I had lived longer than I wanted and seen far more than I needed. I touched the stone. It was colder than the night but not without its own eternal beauty.

“I knew I would find you here,” I heard Fëaluin say from behind.

“Of course you would, Fëaluin,” I answered. “I am sure you convinced Aurëwyn to bring me here.”

“Sadly, no,” he said. “It was Êlúriel. Aurëwyn showed me the way.”  

“How else would you have found your way,” he asked. “Dale is different than it once was centuries ago.”

“All things are different than they once were,” I said. “Tomorrow will be different than today. What will never change is us.”

“You have changed greatly,” he said. “For the better, I must say. No longer the pampered son of a king. Now you are a father and a king.”

“I was never pampered. You have me confused with Elranduil.”

“No,” he said. “If I am not mistaken, you were quite a handful. That is what mother told me and Fínduin after spending a day with you.” 

I looked at the tomb once more.

“Namárië, Arímë Gildúriel,” I whispered. “Pedathon i narn o Nenduîl a Tárimë.”

I turned away and walked with Fëaluin through the gardens and to our quarters in the palace. Once I was in my room, I saw Êlúriel standing by the window.

“Arímë left this world peacefully,” she said. “For that I am grateful.”

I removed my coat and I went to her and embraced her from behind, burying my face in the curve of her neck. I kissed it softly and felt her quiver.

“I wish she had gotten to see Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin one last time,” I whispered. “I was against it. I am ashamed, Êlúriel.”

“Do not be,” she said turning around. “They would have never understood age or sickness. They should remember her as she was—as I remember her. She would have wanted it that way.”

She looked into my eyes and realized I could not see hers for the tears in mine. Using her sleeve, she began wiping them away.  

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” she whispered, kissing me. “Nothing.”

“You are too good to me,” I said.

“I know,” she answered. “But you make me want to be.”

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

At dawn, the whole of Erebor and Dale had come to see us off. Thorin, Dwalin and Glóin stood before us beside Bard and Aurëwyn.

“It has been an honored with your visit,” Bard began. “Though I wish it had been under better circumstances, Your Majesties.”

“It is we that are honored,” I said. “You and Thorin have been the most gracious of hosts.”

Nimlos helped Êlúriel upon her horse and before another word was said, Bain and Durin ran to me.

“Must you leave now,” Bain asked.

“I am afraid so,” I said.

“Here,” Durin said handing me something. “This is for you.”

It was small dragon carved out of wood. For its size, it was rather detailed in its features.

“Thank you, Durin,” I said smiling. “I will treasure it always.”

“I know I will hear from you again, Your Majesty,” Dwalin said.

“I am sure of it,” Glóin said. “If I know my Gimli.”

“Then Legolas is in good company,” I said.

I mounted my horse and we rode away beside Êlúriel and Elranduil with Fëaluin and Nimlos close behind. As we rode out of the city gates there was much fanfare from men and dwarves alike. I looked forward to my return home, but for the first time, I was leaving a place I wanted to stay longer.

“I am going to miss them,” I said.

“Who are you,” Elranduil asked. “Where is my cousin? I have never known you to miss man or dwarf in you lifetime.”

“I missed Aûrvar,” I said. “He was pleasant from what I remember. Though few men I have missed, I was rather fond of Bard of Esgaroth.”

“I look forward to the day when we are at peace,” Nimlos said. “That has yet to come to fruition. Until that day, my concerns lie with our people in the south.”

“Never mind those once more facing the gates of Barad-Dûr,” Fëaluin said. 

“There is still darkness in that must be destroyed.”

“It will be,” I said. “I believe it will be this time.”

We rode the rest of the way in silence. Before long we had arrived at the gates of my palace. We dismounted and our horses taken away in time for Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin came running to us.

“Ada! Nana,” they said embracing me.

“You are home,” Tárimë said.

“Yes, I we are,” I said. “Were you good?”

“I was,” Nenduîl said.

“So was I,” Tárimë said.

“She hit Aranduil again,” Eärluin said.

“I did not,” Tárimë said angrily. “That was you.”

“Eärluin,” Êlúriel began. “Is that true?”

“Yes,” she answered giggling as Êlúriel took her hand.

Eldôr approached us, his expression rather stern—nearly painful.

“Uncle,” I said. “Are you well?"

“Next time, I am going with you. No matter where it is,” he said.

Elranduil laughed as he embraced his father. Nimlos led Nenduîl and Tárimë after Êlúriel and Eärluin into the palace with Fëaluin close behind.

“Any word while we were gone,” I asked.

“No,” he said. “It is starting to worry me.”

“I would think no word would be a good thing,” Elranduil said. “Perhaps there will be little need for another battle.”

“That will not happen,” Eldôr said. “Of all the glamhoth we killed, one was seen to have survived and made his way to Dol Guldur. If there were none left, he would have not gone back the way he came and maiming a few of our own. None mortally, thankfully.”

“Then we wait,” I said. “We will be prepared for anything.”

We walked into the palace together. In my hand, I held Durin’s little dragon tightly—my mind on what I knew was about to come.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-21-17

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 XXVI: (EXT) The Fall of Dol Guldur (Pt. I)

“Not long after that night, I found myself wandering alone through the halls of my palace. I found myself standing before a window beyond my throne looking outward into glistening waterfalls lit by rays of the sun. Though I felt little pain, I still wore a bandage wrapped securely around my torso.

“What is on your mind, Thranduil,” I heard Fëaluin ask as he approached me.

“Just thinking,” I said. “Nothing in particular.”

He looked at me without saying a word. His face was stoic, but his eyes seemed animated.

“Well, then,” he said. “Should this war end, our time will come to leave this world for another.”

“And if there is no end to war, Fëaluin,” I asked. What then? I should remain here waiting for peace and hoping I see my son again?”

“What of your children,” he asked. “They would not let you go the way of despair.”

“I know,” I sighed. “Especially the little ones. But I will send them to safety no matter what they say.”

“I hardly imagine Legolas or Tarthôn will leave you to your own, either."

“I have lived my life, Fëaluin,” I said. “I have seen a great many troubles. Eternity would only remind me of them.”

“And what of Êlúriel,” he asked. “You wish her to choose between you and those that have sailed and wait to see her again?”

“No,” I said. “I would never force her to choose. I know which she would choose and I could not bear the guilt. Yet, I have not conquered death.”

“And you never will,” he said. “You will change your mind--I know you will. For now, you thoughts are needed elsewhere.”

“Is there word from Celeborn,” I asked. 

“No,” he said. “From Dale. King Dáin of Erebor has fallen and at his side King Brand of Dale.”

I was crestfallen—remembering my friend Dáin fighting valiantly during the first battle in Dale not long ago.

“From whom was this message sent,” I asked quietly.

“From his kinsmen,” he said. “You have met him twice before. Dwalin, son of Funduin. His brother disappeared after coming through our kingdom a second time on his way to Khazâd-dûm.”

“I remember. Balin,” I said. “I dare not think of the fate that befell him and his company though I am sure Aiwendil knows well of it. And who shall rise in their places?”

“Dáin’s son Thorin, of course,” he began. “To Dale will sit Bard, son Brand.” I knew it would be some time before their coronations but I knew I had to pay my respects.

“I am sure they wish to lay them to rest swiftly,” I said. “The war has not yet ended and what will come remains unpredictable."

“Who do you wish to accompany you,” Fëaluin asked.

“You, of course,” I answered. “Nimlos and Elranduil. Eldôr should remain behind should word come from Emyn Duir.”

“I wish to go with you as well,” I heard Êlúriel say. I turned to see her smiling at me.

“Very well,” he answered. “We leave at first light.”

Fëaluin bowed and left.

“Who will remain behind with the children,” I asked.

“Who do you think, Thranduil,” she asked. “Isílriel, of course.” 

“Of course,” I said.

“I will prepare,” she said. “Please rest some more.”

“I am fine, Êlúriel,” I said. “Stop worrrying so much.”

“Then you have not lived long enough,” he said.

She smiled and left while I took the winding stairs down to the main hall and went into my study where Elranduil waited in my chair.

“We are going to Dale,” he said.

“How would you know of it,” I asked.

“The caverns have ears as well as voices, cousin,” he said. “How could I not have known?”

“The only ears and voices in this palace belong to your wife and her ladies.”

“That is not true,” he said. “Always. I happen to have been with Fëaluin when one of our Marchwardens from the East came with the message from Dale.”

“I have had my fill of death for one life time,” I said. “I suppose men and dwarves see it once and nevermore.”

“Not if they live to see it again,” he said. “Then they leave death for their children to see. It is a cycle that is never-ending. No matter what the old tales say. It is our misfortune to see such things for centuries. I gather we will leave at first light?”

“Yes,” I said. “It will be you, Nimlos, Fëaluin and Êlúriel, of course.”

He rose from my chair and walked over to me.

“We have seen better times,” he began. “It will be far better at the end of them, will it not?”

“Perhaps, but the end will not come soon enough, I am afraid.”

He nodded and left my alone. I sat down at my table thought about many things—so long, I had not realized darkness had begun to fall.

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

Before the sun rose, I went to see about Nenduîl and Tárimë. They slept soundly in their chambers as I watched them—their innocence I protected and coveted. Time had kept from me memories of my youth. I could barely remember when I was their age.

“Ada,” Tárimë said softly as she sat up. “Are you going away again?”

“Yes,” I answered as I sat beside her. “With Nana, but not for long.”

“I do not like it when you go away,” she said.

“Nor do I, Tárimë,” I said holding her. “Do you think I like being away from you, your sister and brother?”

“No,” she answered. “But when you are gone, Nenduîl teases me all the time.”

“I do not,” Nenduîl said as he walked over. “You tease me all the time.”

“Eärluin teases us both,” Tárimë said frowning.

“She teases everyone,” his sister said. “But boys are just awful.”

“Ada is boy,” he said. “You think he is awful as well?”

“No,” she said. “Just you and Aranduil.”

“Come now,” I started. “Be nice. I do not want to leave thinking you are not getting along.”

“We get on alright,” Nenduîl said. “When Tárimë, Eärluin and Auríel are elsewhere.”

“Nenduîl.”

“What,” he asked. “I like my sisters. Sometimes.”

“You wish me to leave and worry about you while I am gone,” I asked.

“No,” they said.

Nenduîl sat beside me as his sister climbed on my lap.

“So I have your word you will be good for Eldôr and Isílriel?”

“Isílriel,” Tárimë asked. “I love Isílriel. Eldôr tells us lots of stories. Just like great grandfather.”

“Is it true you ran around without anything on when you were little,” Nenduîl asked.

“I did no such thing,” I said. “Now back to bed both of you.”

“You did do that,” Tárimë said giggling.

I kissed her forehead and tucked her in as she continued to giggle. I picked up Nenduîl and carried him to his bed and tucked him in.

“Behave,” I said, kissing his forehead. “I will return.”

“Yes, Ada,” he said. As I left the room, I could here them both giggling.

When the doors were shut I made my way down the hall where I met Fëaluin, Nimlos and Elranduil.

“The Queen awaits us,” Fëaluin said.

“Let us leave now,” I said. “Pray we return before the call comes from Lothlórien.”

We made our way out of the gates where our horses were prepared. Êlúriel was already mounted and waiting patiently.

“Elranduil,” I asked. “Where would Nenduîl get the idea I ran around without anything on when I was little?”

He laughed as he and the others mounted their horses.

“Do not look at me, cousin,” he said. “It must have been Father. I did not say a word. I hardly remember, it was so long ago.”

“I heard it from your mother,” Êlúriel said to Elranduil.

“You mean to say it is true,” Nimlos asked. “I thought you were lying.”

I mounted my horse and rode past them without saying a word as they tried to hide their laughter.

“I will deal with you later, cousin,” I said beneath my breath.

We headed down the familiar path of Forest River leading toward Dale. As the sun rose, the city—grander than the ruins we had left long ago with Erebor rising high above nearly touching the sky as it lit up with the coming of a new day. The closer we came to the city, the more figures I could see—men and dwarves alike. The flags of Erebor and Dale flew side by side. Once inside the square, we were met by a man and a dwarf followed by others.

“I knew you would come,” the elder of the dwarves said as I dismounted.  

Nimlos helped Êlúriel down as several servants took our horses one way and possessions another.

“Of course, I would come, Dwalin,” I said. “How could I not come? I do believe it has been some time since you have seen my wife, Êlúriel.”

“It has,” Dwalin said. “Still as lovely a lass I have ever laid my eye upon.”

“You are too kind," Êlúriel said kissing his forehead.

“Dale welcomes you all,” the young man said. “I am Bard, son of Brand.”

The younger of the dwarves stepped forward cautiously—a youth at his side.

“I am Thorin, son of Dáin,” he said. “This is my son, Durin. We welcome Your Majesties, King and Queen of Mirkwood and your company.”

“Thank you,” I answered. “I wish it were for a happier occasion.”

“Of course,” Dwalin said. “Come, there is food and drink prepared for you in Dale’s great hall.”

We followed the group toward the grand gates along cobbled streets leading to the of the palace above.

“It has been some time since I saw you last,” said a dwarf with hair and beard red as fire. “You might not remember me. I am Glóin, son of Gróin. I came into your kingdom with a company of others.”

“Yes,” I said quietly. I was still ashamed of my actions.

“I had the pleasure of meeting your son in Rivendell,” he said. “Legolas, I believe is his name.”

I felt a warm feeling run through me that someone had seen Legolas. I could feel my face smiling.

“Yes,” I said proudly. “Legolas is my son.”

“He is out there fighting alongside my son, Gimli,” he said. “I hope both return to us in one piece.”

“How else would they come back,” Durin asked.

“Not good,” said a little boy that had come along side Durin. “Not good at all.”

“Bain,” Bard said. “Quiet.”

“Yes, father,” he said.

I looked around and felt a sense of familiarity again. Bard, though younger than his ancestor, looked liked him—brown hair with soft green eyes—and Thorin looked a great deal like Thorin Oakenshield—his long brown hair and beard surrounding eyes of blue.

We reached two great doors opened by several guards. Before us stood a beautiful maiden with golden hair and sharp brown eyes.

“This is my wife, Aurëwyn,” Bard said, taking her hand.

“It is an honor to finally meet you both,” she said bowing.

“Finally,” I asked as everyone was shown to our places.

“Yes,” she said taking her seat. “I have heard many things about your kingdom from my father. His father’s uncle had been there once. I wish they were here now. They both died in the war.”

“I am sorry to hear it,” I said. “What was his name, if I may ask?”

“Haldúir, Your Majesty,” she said. “He was a very old but dear man. He fell at the gates of Erebor beside King Brand and King Dáin. It was foolish of me, but I think he wished to die. He had not been the same since his beloved wife died. Arímë was her name. I do not remember her. She died a long time ago.”

My heart sank in that moment. I could not help but see Arímë’s face in my mind. Êlúriel’s expression seemed stoic hearing the name of her cousin. I looked across to see Elranduil’s expression—it was the same as my own I was sure.

“Well, tomorrow we shall lay the dead to rest,” Thorin said. “We shall honor them for their deeds foolish or otherwise.”

There was an unsettling silence as we dined together. When we were finished, we were shown our quarters for the night. Lit by lanterns, the stone walls were covered with fine tapestries. Êlúriel prepared for the evening as I watched day fall to night and the moonrise casting a gentle light throughout the valley.

I felt shame again. I wish I had let Arímë see her grandchildren again. I believed it must have taken her life never to see Nenduîl and Tárimë again. As I thought, I heard a knock at the door.

“Enter,” I said. It was Fëaluin. “What is it?”

“I know what you are thinking, Thranduil,” he said. “I always do.”

“You are worse than Eldôr,” I said.

“Then might I suggest you think more quietly,” he said.

I could hear a soft laugh as Êlúriel walked into an adjoining chamber.

“I wonder if Aurëwyn knew her father’s father’s uncle was married to one that was once one of us,” I said. “Perhaps that is why she told us her story.”

“No, she does not,” he said coming to me. “Bard said as much.”

“I do not understand,” I said.

“Men may die never to return, but they leave many tales behind from one generation to the next. His father told him and his father before him and his father before him.”

“Bard knew of this?”

“Of course he did,” Fëaluin said. “Whether he knew of her relation to Êlúriel I do not know.”

“I feel horrible,” I said. “Arímë must have died of a broken heart.”

“Your conscience is clear,” he said. “She died from whatever took her daughter.”

“Is there any place left in this world where death does not linger,” I asked.

“I am afraid not, Thranduil,” he said. “It will always linger for it has nothing but time to do so.”

We spoke no more that night. After a while, he left me alone with my thoughts. Êlúriel watched me from across the room. Looking into the shadow of Erebor, all I wished to do was return home.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-20-17

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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 V: The Fall of Dol Guldur (Pt. IV)

“Once the children were taken away, two guards approached me and bowed as I rose. I knew what they had come. I nodded and followed them away to a spacious garden where lantern lit paths led to monuments to the past. In front of a stone figure stood Aurëwyn waiting for me.

“Your Majesty,” she said. “You wished to speak with me.”

“So it is true,” I said. “You know the language of the elves.”

“Yes,” she said. “My grandfather learned it from his brother’s wife.”

“Arímë,” I said. “She was the cousin of my late wife Êlúriel.”

“I know,” she said. “My grandfather spoke of it often. He was proud to have an Elda in the family. He died when I was very young.”

“You have my sympathy,” I said softly, looking at the stone figure.

“You knew my husband’s ancestor,” she said. “His namesake.”

“I did.”

“What is it like to have lived for so long,” she asked.

“As any other creature,” I answered. “Only longer.”

She smiled and began walking down a path into a lower area. Curiously, I followed her. Beneath ornate stone arches covered in vine, I realized tombs surrounded us. She stood before one that had Arímë Gildúriel carved into the marble.

“I know you wanted to come,” she said. “To see her one last time before you leave tomorrow. If she were still here I am sure she would have wanted to see you again. Good night, Your Majesty.”

She smile once more and disappeared into the darkness of the palace. I stood alone for a moment looking at the face of the stone in thought—thinking of Nenduîl and Tárimë. I wish she could see how much they had grown. I had lived longer than I wanted and seen far more than I needed. I touched the stone. It was colder than the night but not without its own eternal beauty.

“I knew I would find you here,” I heard Fëaluin say from behind.

“Of course you would, Fëaluin,” I answered. “I am sure you convinced Aurëwyn to bring me here.”

“How else would you have found your way,” he asked. “Dale is different than it once was centuries ago.”

“All things are different than they once were,” I said. “Tomorrow will be different than today. What will never change is us.”

“You have changed greatly,” he said. “For the better, I must say. No longer the pampered son of a king. Now you are a father and a king.”

“I was never pampered. You have me confused with Elranduil.”

“No,” he said. “If I am not mistaken, you were quite a handful. That is what mother told me and Fínduin after spending a day with you.” . I looked at the tomb once more.

“Namárië, Arímë Gildúriel,” I whispered. “Pedathon i narn an Nenduîl and Tárimë.”

I turned away and walked with Fëaluin through the gardens and to our quarters in the palace.

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

At dawn, the whole of Erebor and Dale had come to see us off. Thorin, Dwalin and Glóin stood before us beside Bard and Aurëwyn.

“It has been an honored with your visit,” Bard began. “Though I wish it had been under better circumstances, Your Majesty.”

“It is I that is honored,” I said. “You and Thorin have been the most gracious of hosts.”

Before another word was said, Bain and Durin ran to me.

“Must you leave now,” Bain asked.

“I am afraid so,” I said.

“Here,” Durin said handing me something. “This is for you.”

It was small dragon carved out of wood. For its size, it was rather detailed in its features.

“Thank you, Durin,” I said smiling. “I will treasure it always.”

“I know I will hear from you again, Your Majesty,” Dwalin said.

“I am sure of it,” Glóin said. “If I know my Gimli.”

“Then Legolas is in good company,” I said.

I mounted my horse and rode away beside Elranduil with Fëaluin and Nimlos close behind. As we rode out of the city gates there was much fanfare from men and dwarves alike. I looked forward to my return home, but for the first time, I was leaving a place I wanted to stay longer.

“I am going to miss them,” I said.

“Who are you,” Elranduil asked. “Where is my cousin? I have never known you to miss man or dwarf in you lifetime.”

“I missed Aûrvar,” I said. “He was pleasant from what I remember. Though few men I have missed, I was rather fond of Bard of Esgaroth.”

“I look forward to the day when we are at peace,” Nimlos said. “That has yet to come to fruition. Until that day, my concerns lie with our people in the south.”

“Never mind those once more facing the gates of Barad-Dûr,” Fëaluin said. “There is still darkness in that must be destroyed.”

“It will be,” I said. “I believe it will be this time.”

We rode the rest of the way in silence. Before long we had arrived at the gates of my palace. We dismounted and our horses taken away in time for Nenduîl and Tárimë to come running to me.

“Ada,” they said embracing me.

“You are home,” Tárimë said.

“Yes, I am,” I said. “Were you good?”

“I was,” Nenduîl said.

“So was I,” Tárimë said.

Looking at Eldôr’s expression, I was tempted to think otherwise.

“Uncle,” I said. “Are you well?"

“Next time, I am going with you. No matter where it is,” he said.

Elranduil laughed as he embraced his father. Nimlos led Nenduîl and Tárimë into the palace with Fëaluin.

“Any word while we were gone,” I asked.

“No,” he said. “It is starting to worry me.”

“I would think no word would be a good thing,” Elranduil said. “Perhaps there will be little need for another battle.”

“That will not happen,” Eldôr said. “Of all the glamhoth we killed, one was seen to have survived and made his way to Dol Guldur. If they were none left, he would have not gone back the way he came and maiming a few of our own. None mortally, thankfully.”

“Then we wait,” I said. “We will be prepared for anything.”

We walked into the palace together. In my hand, I held Durin’s little dragon tightly—my mind on what I knew was about to come.”--Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 01-22-17

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

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

“Before the sun rose, I went to see about Nenduîl and Tárimë. They slept soundly in their chambers as I watched them—their innocence I protected and coveted. Time had kept from me memories of my youth. I could barely remember when I was their age.

“Ada,” Tárimë said softly as she sat up. “Are you going away again?”

“Yes,” I answered as I sat beside her. “But not for long.”

“I do not like it when you go away,” she said.

“Nor do I, Tárimë,” I said holding her. “Do you think I like being away from you and your brother?”

“No,” she answered. “But when you are gone, Nenduîl teases me all the time.”

“I do not,” Nenduîl said as he walked over. “You tease me all the time.”

“That is because you are just awful,” his sister said. “Boys are just awful.”

“Ada is boy,” he said. “You think he is awful as well?”

“No,” she said. “Just you and Aranduil.”

“Come now,” I started. “Be nice. I do not want to leave thinking you are not getting along.”

“We get on alright,” Nenduîl said. “When Tárimë is elsewhere.”

“Nenduîl.”

“What,” he asked. “I like my sister. Sometimes.”

“You wish me to leave and worry about you while I am gone,” I asked.

“No,” they said.

Nenduîl sat beside me as his sister climbed on my lap.

“So I have your word you will be good for Eldôr?”

“Yes, Ada” Tárimë said. We like him. He tells us lots of stories. Just like great grandfather.”

“Is it true you ran around without anything on when you were little,” Nenduîl asked.

“I did no such thing,” I said. “Now back to bed both of you.”

“You did do that,” Tárimë said giggling.

I kissed her forehead and tucked her in as she continued to giggle. I picked up Nenduîl and carried him to his bed and tucked him in.

“Behave,” I said, kissing his forehead. “I will return.”

“Yes, Ada,” he said. As I left the room, I could here them both giggling.

When the doors were shut I made my way down the hall where I met Fëaluin, Nimlos and Elranduil.

“Let us leave now,” I said. “Pray we return before the call comes from Lothlórien.”

We made our way out of the gates where our horses were prepared.

“Elranduil,” I asked. “Where would Nenduîl get the idea I ran around without anything on when I was little?”

He laughed as he and the others mounted their horses.

“Do not look at me, cousin,” he said. “It must have been Father. I did not say a word. I hardly remember, it was so long ago.”

“You mean to say it is true,” Nimlos asked. “I thought you were lying.”

I mounted my horse and rode past them without saying a word as they tried to hide their laughter.

“I will deal with you later, cousin,” I said beneath my breath.

We headed down the familiar path of Forest River leading toward Dale. As the sun rose, the city—grander than the ruins we had left long ago with Erebor rising high above nearly touching the sky as it lit up with the coming of a new day. The closer we came to the city, the more figures I could see—men and dwarves alike. The flags of Erebor and Dale flew side by side. Once inside the square, we were met by a man and a dwarf followed by others.

“I knew you would come,” the elder of the dwarves said as I dismounted.

“Of course, I would come, Dwalin,” I said. “How could I not come?”

“Dale welcomes you,” the young man said. “I am Bard, son of Brand.”

The younger of the dwarves stepped forward cautiously—a youth at his side.

“I am Thorin, son of Dáin,” he said. “This is my son, Durin. We welcome His Majesty, King of Mirkwood.”

“Thank you,” I answered. “I wish it were for a happier occasion.”

“Of course,” Dwalin said. “Come, there is food and drink prepared for you in Dale’s great hall.”

Several men took our horses and we followed the group toward the grand gates of the palace above.

“It has been some time since I saw you last,” said a dwarf with hair and beard red as fire. “You might not remember me. I am Glóin, son of Gróin. I came into your kingdom with a company of others.”

“Yes,” I said quietly. I was still ashamed of my actions.

“I had the pleasure of meeting your son in Rivendell,” he said. “Legolas, I believe is his name.”

I felt a warm feeling run through me that someone had seen Legolas. I could feel my face smiling.

“Yes,” I said proudly. “Legolas is my son.”

“He is out there fighting alongside my son, Gimli,” he said. “I hope both return to us in one piece.”

“How else would they come back,” Durin asked

“Not good,” said a little boy that had come along side Durin. “Not good at all.”

“Bain,” Bard said. “Quiet.”

“Yes, father,” he said.

I looked around and felt a sense of familiarity again. Bard, though younger than his ancestor, looked liked him—brown hair with soft green eyes—and Thorin looked a great deal like Thorin Oakenshield—his long brown hair and beard surrounding eyes of blue.

We reached two great doors opened by several guards. Before us stood a beautiful maiden with golden hair and sharp brown eyes.

“This is my wife, Aurëwyn,” Bard said, taking her hand.

“It is an honor to finally meet you,” she said bowing.

“Finally,” I asked as everyone was shown to our places.

“Yes,” she said taking her seat. “I have heard many things about your kingdom from my father. His father’s uncle had been there once. I wish they were here now. They both died in the war.”

“I am sorry to hear it,” I said. “What was the name of your father’s father’s uncle, if I may ask?”

“Haldúir, Your Majesty,” she said. “He was a very old but dear man. He fell at the gates of Erebor beside King Brand and King Dáin. It was foolish but I think he wished to die. He had not been the same since his beloved wife died. Arímë was her name. I do not remember her. She died a long time ago.”

My heart sank in that moment. I could not help but see Arímë’s face in my mind. The cousin of my beloved Êlúriel. I looked across to see Elranduil’s expression—it was the same as my own I was sure.

“Well, tomorrow we shall lay the dead to rest,” Thorin said. “We shall honor them for their deeds foolish or otherwise.”

There was an unsettling silence as we dined together. When we were finished, we were shown our quarters for the night. Lit by lanterns, the stone walls were covered with fine tapestries. I watched as the day fell to night and the moonrise casting a gentle light throughout the valley.

I felt shame again. I wish I had let Arímë see her grandchildren again. I believed it must have taken her life never to see Nenduîl and Tárimë again. As I thought, I heard a knock at my door.

“Enter,” I said. It was Fëaluin. “What is it?”

“I know what you are thinking, Thranduil,” he said. “I always do.”

“You are worse than Eldôr,” I said.

“Then might I suggest you think more quietly,” he said.

“I wonder if Aurëwyn knew her father’s father’s uncle was married to one that was once one of us,” I said. “Perhaps that is she told us her story.”

“No, she doesn’t,” he said coming to me. “Bard said as much.”

“I do not understand,” I said.

“Men may die never to return, but they leave many tales behind from one generation to the next. His father told him and his father before him and his father before him.”

“Bard knew of this?”

“Of course he did,” Fëaluin said. “Whether he knew of her relation to Êlúriel I do not know.”

“I feel horrible,” I said. “Arímë must have died of a broken heart.”

“Your conscience is clear,” he said. “She died from whatever took her daughter.”

“Is there any place left in this world where death does not linger,” I asked.

“I am afraid not, Thranduil,” he said. “It will always linger for it has nothing but time to do so.”

We spoke no more that night. After a while, he left me alone with my thoughts. Looking into the shadow of Erebor, all I wished to do was return home.”--Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 01-04-17

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.

[iamjaynaemarie]

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

🚨 SPOILER ALERT 🚨:

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

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

I’m having a blast. 😁

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Chapter XXVIII (EXT): The Arrival of Thûlë

“That evening, there was a grand feast in the dining hall to celebrate Legolas’ safe return home. It had been a long time since my household felt whole again as the servants served us the freshest delights prepared for this occasion. Nenduîl and Aranduil sat as close to Legolas and Gimli as they could; eagerly asking them about their adventures. Eärluin and Auríel sat near their brothers whispering to one another and giggling at their excitement. Eluriel spent her time speaking with Isilriel, Nenloth, Ardúin and Ëariâth. The hall was filled with life as it was when I was young and my father was king. Though I sat in his place, I felt as I had before that the wars took so much from our kingdom.

“Thinking again,” Nimlos said leaning across Aramír. “You should be listening to Legolas. He’s had quite the adventure.”

“I will speak with him later,” I said. “As it is, he has the ear of Nenduîl and Aranduil.”

“They have been following him all day,” Aramír said. “He rather enjoys having an audience.”

“Just like his mother,” Nimlos said. “I remember she would tell me and Nenloth about adventures when we were young, though hers came from her imagination as though they were real.”

I laughed softly as I watched Êlúriel. Seemed not long ago she was telling me of her childhood or spinning a tale about our life together. As I watched Legolas and Gimli from a distance, their engagement with the children of the court brought memories of Êlúriel in the garden with children after she came into Eryn Galen. It was a sad but pleasant thought.

“If you will pardon me,” I said, rising. 

The room fell quiet and the court stood to bow to me. Êlúriel looked concern as I left the dining hall and made my way to the garden. It was a calm evening—nothing but the song of the night sung by the nocturnal chants of the woodlands creatures large and small.

Light of dim lanterns cast shadows down the winding paths as I sat amidst them on a bench deep in thought. It had been so long since I had been accustomed to a peaceful night I wondered what it was like in other places across the world.

“Ada,” a voice said. “Is something the matter?”

It was Legolas. I shook my head.

“Nothing,” I said. “Just found myself wanting to think. Why are you here?”

“For the same reason,” he said sitting beside me. “So much has come about, there has hardly been time to own's self. Now that I am home for a time, I want to remember how it was before I leave again.”

“You are leaving,” I asked. “You have just arrived.”

“Not quite yet, Ada,” he said smiling. “You will have me for a time. Though I hardly think you would notice with Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin at your side.”

“They are growing up,” I said. “Soon they will not need me as they once did.”

“That is not true,” he said. “They will always need you. I still need you. Time has changed many things, but the heart is not one of them.”

“I suppose you will accompany Gimli to Erebor to see his father,” I began. “I know Glóin will want to see his son as much as I wanted to see mine.”

“Of course,” he answered. “Tarthôn wishes to join me, if he may.”

I nodded. It was good to see my sons doing things together once more.

“Gimli was given sovereign over Aglarond and wishes to lead his people there to settle. I wish to see the world.”

“You were always the wandering kind,” I said. “You know I will not stand in your way. It is your fate and yours alone. Mine is here with my people. It always has been and always will be.”

“For now, just be my father,” he said.

“I will forever be your father no matter where you are,” I said. “I am glad for that.”

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

Legolas and Gimli remained with us for a week before they set out for Erebor with Tarthôn. There plan was to stay the same amount of time there before leading dwarves through the Rhovanion and on to Aglarond. It seemed a fleeting moment I had my son again, but I had no fear for him now. The world was born anew and many would go seeking what there was to see of it.

I thought many days on what Galadriel said to me. I knew what she what she meant. I had to callings now—both struggling within for dominance. Should I stay in my kingdom and conquer time or make the journey my ancestors never completed into the west. My time in this world was coming to an end but to which end would it come?

I felt there was time enough to think on this; I felt a much better use of my days was to spent with Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin. I had given them each a horse of their own—not realizing they had grown near the height of Legolas at that age. They were no longer children.

One day, I had decided to go riding with them along with Aranduil and Auríel. Nearly my height now, the boys had begun to look much like true Sindarinwa princes. We had traveled quite a distance—stopping only for Tárimë to pick flowers for her chambers.

When we returned to the stables, we dismounted and walked toward the palace.

“Ada,” Tárimë began. “What do you think of Fëandil?”

“You mean the son of Arawë,” I asked attempting to remember him. “Why do you ask?”

“She has eyes for him,” Nenduîl said teasing his sister. “It is no secret to anyone.”

“Especially to Grandfather,” Aranduil added. “I am surprised he has not said anything to you.”

“Tarthôn has been away often, Aranduil,” I answered. “He only returned from Gondor recently. Is it true, Tárimë? Are you fond of this young elf.”

“No, Ada” she lied. “That is preposterous, Ada. He is as troublesome as these two.”

“I think it is a good match for my sister,” Eärluin said.

“Do not listen to my brother, Tárimë,” Auríel said. “He has eyes for Êldúlin.”

“I do not not, Auríel,” Aranduil said, his face flushed as Eärluin giggled.

“I know you better, Tárimë,” I said. “You have never been one to hide your emotions from anyone.”

“His face does not displease me,” she said giving her brother a stern glare. “I suppose he is adequate.”

“Adequate,” I said. “If you think he is adequate, then I suppose I should think so as well. Whenever you find him more than adequate, tell me so I may speak with him.”

Aranduil and Nenduîl could not help themselves but to laugh all the way to the front gates when we were met by Ëarmîr.

“Go your way,” I said to them. “Ëarmîr wishes word with me.”

They continued on their way as I approached Ëarmîr.

“Someone wishes an audience with Your Majesties,” he said to me. “Queen Êlúriel has met with him.”

“Why has Fëaluin sent you to tell me,” I asked.

“I come to you on my own,” he said. “Fëaluin awaits in council.”

We entered the palace and made our way to the throne room. I noticed a tall creature standing quietly in the center of the room with Êlúriel. I noticed he wore the long robe of a wizard—of the Istari—the color of grey. He had long hair the color of silver with withering skin the color of a winter sky. He approached me, his eyes a deep hue of sky at the end of day.

“Do I know you,” I asked. “You remind me of someone.”

“Mithrandir, perhaps,” he said. “He is no longer the Grey Wanderer as he is known as The White Rider or Gandalf the White if you wish.”

“Who are you,” I asked.

“Thûlë,” he answered, “And I have come quite a long way to see you,” he said. “From Mithlond.”

“May I ask why you have come?”

“As I have said,” he answered with a smile. “I have come to see you.”

“Why have you come to see me,” I asked.

“It was time,” he answered.

“It is time, Thranduil,” Êlúriel said softly, looking down.

I looked around the court—it had grown shallow and empty. It had become a shell of its former self. I looked to Ëarmîr who stood quietly next to Fëaluin.

“I know,” I said. “I know why you are here.”

“Oh, yes, Thranduil,” he began smiling. “I have heard much about you. You are beyond lore. You are of the ages that this world has seen over centuries. I arrived with Mithrandir in the Second Age and remained in the Havens and watched him sail into the west. He said I should await you there, but I knew I would remain there for another age should I do such a thing, so I came to you.”

“You saw my son, then,” I said. “Legolas?”

“Indeed. He left with a certain dwarf I believe. Gimli, son of Glóin.”

“Did he say anything,” I asked. I was hoping he did not say something that would touch my heart or break it for the mention of his name brought to me every moment I had with him since the day he was born.

“Yes, Thranduil,” he said smiling. “Peda aranon od Eryn Lasgalen, adar nîn, Thranduil Tárisil Oropherion, ernil od Eryn Lasgalen tolant na vedui sí Mithlond.”

I knew there were tears in my eyes but I did not care. My son was safe and I missed him greatly.

“I am afraid I have no words,” I said. “I miss my son.”

“He misses his father,” he said.

“How long will you be with us,” I asked quietly.

“Until it is time for me to depart, which will be in five days. I hope that I will not leave this place alone.”

I motioned to Fëaluin.

“Please escort Thûlë to where he may rest his head,” I said.

Fëaluin led him away. Before I could say a word to Ëarmîr, I turned to see Nenduîl.

“Ada,” he said smiling. “Are we leaving Eryn Lasgalen?”  

I looked to see Tárimë as well. Nenduîl looked much like me as Tárimë looked much like Êlúriel. I did not know the answer to his question. I was numbed at the thought of leaving.

“Something the matter,” Tárimë asked. “You are not yourself.”

“I am not myself, Tárimë,” I said. “Go to the gardens, I will come to you later. I must have a word with Ëarmîr."

They left quickly, giddy with anticipation of seeing me again.

“Galathil left you here to make sure that I would leave for Mithlond.”

“Yes,” Ëarmîr said softly. “You would not leave otherwise.”

“How would anyone know what is in my heart or my mind,” I said as anger and sadness began to rise to the surface.

“Thranduil,” Êlúriel whispered.

“Thranduil,” Eldôr began. “Calm yourself.”

“I will not calm myself,” I said. “Do not presume you know me! Any one of you! It is my life and my choice! If I want to remain here in my kingdom.”

I stormed away toward the gardens hoping Nenduîl and Tárimë would bring me peace as they often would. I felt a light breeze carrying the scent of Êlúriel. I felt my heart fill with joy for the first time since Legolas had returned to me after the war. I stopped at the railing and began to remember my youth. My friends.

“There is nothing here for us anymore,” Êlúriel said from behind. “Even our son has sailed on. Of all the things to fear, why would this be one of them?"

I saw Eldôr approaching us from the court calmly.

“I will speak with him, Êlúriel,” I heard him say. 

She nodded and went into the palace. In that moment, I longed to follow her, but I could not find the strength.

“They have grown into beautiful elves,” Eldôr mused. “I know what you are thinking, Thranduil. I have known you since you came into this world.”

“I know, Uncle,” I said. “Perhaps that was the reason for your return."

“What will you have us to do,” he asked quietly.

I never let the twins out of my sight. I seemed hypnotized by their frolicking.

“Send forth the rest of our people into the Havens and sail home,” I said. “The time as come. Êlúriel, Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin will sail. I will sail with you.”

We said nothing more as we watched the last of the elven children to grow up in Endor. and led them away to the old pool where I once played in my childhood. I knew I would have to tell Nenduîl and Tárimë that we were going home.

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

That evening, I requested Ëarmîr to send the children to my chambers. Eldôr had the court ready themselves to leave Eryn Lasgalen forever. With hurried excitement, what was left of the elves of the last elven kingdom prepared for the journey home.

When the familiar knock came to the door, I took a deep breath.

“Enter,” I said.

Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin came in slowly—uncertain what was about to happen.

“Please, have a seat,” I said. They sat on the edge of my bed in unison; their eyes focused on me.

“Are we leaving Eryn Lasgalen, Ada,” Tárimë asked.

“Yes,” I said. “We are leaving and we will never return.”

“Never,” Nenduîl asked. “Why can we not return home?”

“We are going to a new home,” I said. “Far away from this world. It is a place of eternal youth and beauty where we will live forever.”

“We do that here,” Eärluin said. “Why can we not do that here?”

“Because we are elves,” I said. “Unlike any other creatures we are. Our time here must end so the rest of this world may continue. I know you will miss Eryn Lasgalen. I will miss it as well because like you it is the only home I have ever known but where we go will be far more beautiful.”

“Where you go, we will go, Ada,” Nenduîl said.

“It will fine,” Eärluin said.

“We love you, Ada,” Tárimë said.

“I love you, too,” I said.

I embraced them, my heart heavy with the thought of leaving but glad knowing I will be with them for all eternity. When I released them, they were smiling.

“Now, go prepare yourselves. We leave at week’s end.”

They nodded and left me alone. I looked around my chambers remembering every moment of my life that took place within its walls. Memories were the only thing I could take with me—they were all that I would need.

“Is that why you are afraid to leave,” Êlúriel said as she came into the room.

“What other reason is there,” I asked. “I was born here. We met here and married here. Our children were born here.”

She walked over to me and poked me in the chest.

“That is where home is,” she said. “If there were no walls, we would still have a home because home is where love is. You carry that everywhere.”

I smiled at her. I knew she was right. I nodded and embraced her. I began to feel better knowing she would be by my side when I had to leave everything I had ever known forever.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-22-17

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

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Chapter XXVI: (EXT) The Fall of Dol Guldur (Pt. III)

It would be a few days later that word would come from Celeborn in the south. When I was not deep in thought, I spent time with Êlúriel and the children. They were growing up so quickly right before my eyes. On this day, I sat on a bench as I watched them together in the garden, I could not help but see how much Tárimë had begun to look like Êlúriel. So much had changed in the world I had not noticed. Even the trees of the forest seem to sense the change of the ages.

“Ada,” Tárimë said walking toward me. “See. It is a butterfly. It is so pretty, is it not?”

“It is,” I said watching as it fluttered its wings while sitting quietly on Tárimë’s hand. Suddenly it took flight high above us until it was gone.

“You are going to leave again soon,” she said. “I do not want you to go, but I know you must. When your return, will the war be over?”

“I hope it will be, Tárimë,” I said. “It has lasted far too long.”

She sat beside me and leaned her head upon my shoulder.

“Why are there such things as war,” she asked. “I do not understand them.”

“Neither do I,” I answered. It was true—I did not understand them. I did know why there was a need for them. They seemed to steal lives and souls over something as meaningless as power. It seemed to be the only thing any one being could keep for themselves as things intangible as time could not be tamed.

“War is like winter,” she said. “The days are shorter and the nights longer. Like a season that never ends.”

I felt a chill run through me when I heard her words. Êlúriel had said them to me before I left for Dagorlad. I looked at Tárimë—her face stoic and lost in thought.

“You are wise for your age,” I said softly. “Very much so.”

“Nana said that to me long ago,” she answered. “I take after Queen Êlúriel.”

“Your mother was right,” I began. “You are very much like her if not rather short.”

She looked at me and smiled.

“I have not yet come of age,” she said giggling. “When I do, will I be as graceful as a queen?”

“You already are,” I said kissing atop her head.

We sat together quietly—watching Êlúriel with Eärluin and Auríel as Nenduîl and Aranduil played nearby.

“Thranduil,” I heard a voice say behind me. I looked up to see Elmîr. I rose with Tárimë.

“Yes,” I asked. “What is it?”

“One comes from Lothlórien to see you,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said. I turned to Tárimë. “I will see you before I leave. Go to Nana now.”

She nodded and walked away slowly. She glanced back once with a look that nearly broke my heart. I nodded to Elmîr and we made our way into the palace and to the throne room where two elven men stood surrounded by my council and my court.

“I thought you said one, Elmîr,” I said.

“They accompanied the one that came from Lothlórien,” he whispered.

I stood before the two men—both with long golden hair and grey eyes. They bowed to me.

“Your Majesty,” one said. “I am Isílion and my brother Tárion. We come to you from Lothlórien with a bearer of a message.”

“Where is this messenger,” I asked.

Out of the shadow stepped figure hooded in a white cloak. Once removed, the room fell silent. I approached her.

“Lady Galadriel,” I said. “This is quite an honor and rather unexpected. I thought you to be in Caras Galadhon under the protection of guards.”

“I was there,” she began. “And Caras Galadhon is well protected. I come of my own will to you. Our borders are safe as our warriors were able to push the glamhoth back from whence they came. Dol Guldur. It is now time for you to join Celeborn to bring down what is left of Sauron’s forces that remain.”

“I thought you would be making your way westward by now,” I said. “There is no need for many of our kin to stay longer than we need to. Most of all you, daughter of Finarfin. I am to think you remain for Celeborn?”

“You may think many things, Thranduil, as you will. But I know your heart and it is with your people as ours.”

I motioned for Fëaluin to come to me.

“Prepare to leave at dawn,” I whispered. 

He nodded and left with Sildúr and Aradin. I returned my gaze to Galadriel. Her beauty had not shown and signs of fading as her age would dictate. She smiled serenely at me.

“Will you remain within my halls until our return,” I asked.

“If it pleases you, Thranduil,” she said. “I will see you and Celeborn again and if it be here then so will it be.”

“Very well,” I said. “I will have my court prepare quarters for you and your companions.”

“I know I will be well served and protected,” Galadriel said. 

Isílriel, Ardúin and her sisters Linurial and Súlthulë bowed reverently and escorted Galadriel and her companions away. I gave Eldôr a look he found amusing.

“Thranduil,” he began. “I am quite sure the children will enjoy her company.”

“What are you not telling me, Uncle,” I asked.

“What would I keep from you,” he asked.

“I am not fool enough to think that the Lady of Light has left her kingdom without someone to see to its routine while she is away. There are only two directions an elf will go and often that is not east to Mirkwood without cause.”

“Elrond remains in Rivendell,” he said. “I do not know whether or not many remain there or in Lothlórien, but he is well aware of the whereabouts of his entire family.”

“Good,” I said. “Then I will not awaken to any more of them before I leave for battle or is that wishful thinking?”

“No more,” he said smiling. “But they are your kin, you realize.”

“I do not need reminding, Eldôr,” I said. “I need this war to end before my kingdom becomes a bastion for any more of my estranged kin.”

I made my way to my study and watched the waters falling in the fading light of day. Tomorrow I would ride to my last battle in this world. I could not help but wonder if I would see Legolas again. 

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

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 with Êlúriel and our children. “We have little to fear for you are your father’s son and 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. I approached Êlúriel.

“I leave you again,” I said. “One last time.”

“For one last time I will say 'return to me',” she said.

“I will,” I answered. “You have my word.”

I kissed her quickly 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 an 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 archers 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.”

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

After much discussion, I left Celeborn’s tent for mine. I knew at first light, my last battle would begin. I looked South to a familiar sight—the flames of Orodruin. As they had burned for as long as I could remember, I thought of all that were fighting not far from where so many of my warriors fell beside my father.

“Ada,” I heard behind me. “Might I have a word?”

“Yes, Tarthôn,” I answered as I entered my tent with him.

I sat in my seat beside my table as Tarthôn sat on my chaise nearby.

“What worries you,” I asked.

“You worry me,” he said. “I know what you lost in similar circumstances. I fear you would allow yourself to fall.”

“There is no need to worry,” I said smiling. “I would not do such a thing. I have had plenty of time think on it, but there were far more things I had to live for. You and Legolas, Nenduîl and Tárimë. My people. Êlúriel. I worry how it would be should I not return against my will.”

“You will return, Ada. And so will I.”

“Why are you so sure of such things,” I asked.

“Because, I was told,” he said. “Though I have a family of my own, I still in need of a father. You will keep your word you made to Melros. It still ails you.”

“Yes, son,” I answered. “It does.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” he began. “You are as great a father as you are a king. As Legolas, I will keep my word and return home.”

“You are a good son,” I said, remembering Melros’ words to me. “A very good son. I am proud to have raised you. You are much a part of me as Legolas.”

He smiled and bowed to me.

“See you at first light, Ada,” he said. "And when we complete our task, we will ride home together. I love you, Ada.”

“I love you as well, Tarthôn.”

He left me alone to think. Silence demands to be heard—it can be sharper than a blade and more painful. I tried to keep my thoughts from clashing like blades in my mind. I realized I had not fought many wars but one. There had only been times of peace intermingled with battles. When I found a calm within me, the darkness had begun to lighten. It was time once more to wage war with evil.

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

In the twilight of the coming day, I saw that the elven troops had surrounded the garrison of Dol Guldur. The orcs would use their height to rain arrows down upon us. Aradin had positioned archers a distance away and as high as the crumbling remains of the walls of Dol Guldur. Surrounding Celeborn and Me were shields to deflect arrows away from troops at the slope. At the first ray of light, arrows fell from above and over us. I glanced at Celeborn and he nodded.

“Noro, thî,” he shouted and hundreds of elven warriors ran straight toward the ruins from which orcs ran to meet them in battle. 

We rode into the fray together—into a fury that created its own winds with the blood of the slaughtered blowing in the air. I swung my sword until the pain was nearly unbearable when all of sudden everything stopped abruptly. I looked around me—not one elf nor one orc moved. They were looking to the south toward Mordor.

Friend and foe stood together watching what seemed out of place to us. We felt the earth rumbling and rolling as a wave on the sea. Orodruin seemed to turn from orange to red then fade to black. Only puffs of dark clouds erupted from it—eventually fading into daylight.

“It is done,” I heard Eldôr say to me. “It is finally done.”

“Perhaps,” Celeborn said. “But what there is left, we must destroy.”

As nothing had happened, the battle continued well into dusk when we found we stood amidst the corpses of orcs and some elves. I began to worry once more—my heart beating so loudly I heard not a word.

“Thranduil,” I heard.

I looked up to see Elranduil with Nimlos and Ardôr, Orísil and Tarthôn. I felt some comfort when I saw Eldôr speaking with Celeborn and Galathil.

“Where is Êlenuil,” I asked. “And his brother Elendôr?

“There,” Elranduil pointed. 

I looked to see them alive and well, speaking with Aruilos, Elmîr and Fëaluin. When I saw Isílion and Tárion with Haldir, Orophin and Rúmil, I knew our loses were very few. It took me some time to reach land unsoiled by death. When I found my footing night had begun to fall.

“We can rest,” Galathil said. “For the first time, we can rest. The ring has been destroyed.”

“We will return to Mirkwood tomorrow,” I said. “Victorious.”

I went to my tent for the first time feeling thousands of years of darkness no longer weighing down the night as the stars seemed to shine brighter than they have since I was a youth.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-22-17

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could not move—my thoughts were frozen.

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

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

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

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

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

Ardôr looked at me then slowly followed Orísil away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fëaluin nodded and led the couple away.

“Yes, Thranduil,” she asked quietly.

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

“No,” she said. “There is time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They have,” he answered softly.

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

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

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

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

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

He looked at me—he face drenched in tears.

“I cannot,” he said. “I cannot.”

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

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

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

“Where are their children”

“They are with Linurial,” Elranduil said quietly.

“Go to them, Ardôr.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is Ardôr,” Linurial asked me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do not understand.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” she said.

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

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

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