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Chapter I: Prince of Mirkwood (Pt. I)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Newsfeed #74 October 13, 2016 (13 Narquelië)

Thranduil Goes To War: Sorta Kinda..

Well, yes, in Book III he has one last war to participate in--the War of the Ring--but that’s not all. Thranduil somehow managed to convince a few unsuspecting best selling authors and publishers to like him on his sheer power of charm (or maybe they are afraid he might actually throw them in a dungeon if they don’t like him). Who knows? He does and he's not saying a word (outside of what goes in the book).

Either he’s more popular than originally thought, or he’s just Thranduil and if you cross him, it is at your own peril. Of all his pages across the internet, almost every single one of the have had some form of traffic (I often forget Google Plus, forgive me). It has been very hard to keep up with everything these days.

Whatever hold he has on the world, it does make it increasingly harder to post excerpts at times--one day, he had an 8 hour non-stop message fest that was exhausting. Not that it is entirely bad--he gets great advice from other writers. Sometimes it can be a royal headache but who am I kidding? It’s awesome. The writing is still more fun to me, though.

As he gets ready to find his “entourage” to take him wherever they want (I won’t speculate--he’s got a date with an entire literary society), the news will be more news as there is more news to tell. All the “neat” tidbits will be divided between “Legends” and “History” from now on.

Legends: http://tkwrtlegends.tumblr.com. History: http://tkwrtrilogyhistory.tumblr.com.

In other news: Legolas’ Journals (http://trenarnolegolaslasgalen.tumblr.com) is officially “Book IV” but it will remain in the Writings. It will be reminiscent of The Children of Húrin within The Silmarillion, though it does overlap Book II: The Saga of Thranduil and Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen. It’s general location is subject to change to maintain the “Trilogy”. Since The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy covers four generations of Thranduil’s house, it made sense to make his heir Legolas part of it.

For those who like his foster brother, Tarthôn and the newest edition, Isílriel, Legolas’ biological sister in the Alternate Version, keep in mind, Book II is about to go into its first editing to be read and a lot of things have YET to be decided in the way of the final version will look. It was announced that there is an Alternate Version to the powers that be, but the main goal of the first reading will be Middle Earth Historical Accuracy among other things (languages, character relationships and the pacing of the story).

*There is another blog, but it isn’t done yet. I’ll let you know.

The story so far is well over 400 pages long and Book III just started to fill space. Book I will come before Legolas, but his story is more complicated as he has tell his side of The Lord of the Rings as well as things not told in his father’s narrative. Book I has two narrators: Orothôn and his son, Oropher, father of Thranduil. There are a few “cosmetic” changes coming to the trilogy, but for now, everything is on the up and up. I think Thranduil would be pleased. He’s brought Mirkwood out of the darkness and into the light. His kingdom is no longer a tourist trap on the way to Erebor. The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm has evolved beyond my own expectations to move into the genre of epic high fantasy (I call it epic fan fiction). It has taken on a life of its own. I like it.--J.

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Legolas Journal Entry by Jaynae Miller Via Flickr: Legolas speaks of his love for the one he calls "Everleaf", Mîráre Lasuil, daughter of Tatháron and Tárwen and sister of Ninyáre, wife of his cousin Ardôr, son of Elranduil.

Legolas gets 84 views on Flickr. He also is TKWR’s first “faved” with his arrival into Rivendell quote.

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As Legolas makes his was toward Eldamar aka the Undying Lands/Aman, he begins to reminisce about his life.

Chapter I: Prince of Mirkwood (Pt. I)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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