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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 VII: 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. 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 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 remembering 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. I 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. 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 cities 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 wold notice with Nenduîl and Tárimë at your side.”

“They are growing up,” I said. “Soon they will not need me anymore 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. Their plan was to stay the same amount of time there before leading dwarves through the Rhovanion and onto 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 two callings—both struggling within for dominance. Should I stay in my kingdom or make the journey my ancestors never completed into the west. There were hundreds of reasons to leave but only one to remain—Êlúriel. I wanted to lay beside her for eternity. 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 and Tárimë. 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. Nearly my height now, he started to look much like a true Sindarinwa prince. 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,” she lied. “That is preposterous, Ada. He is as troublesome as these two.”

“I know 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 His Majesty,” he said to me.

“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. I ascended to my throne as I felt his eyes following me.

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.”

“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.”

I looked down upon him from my throne. I rose and walked down to meet him.

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

“It was time,” he answered.

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 watch 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 began. “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,” 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, it is my choice! There is no life for me without Êlúriel. Whether I stay here or live forever there, there is no life without her.”

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. Everything seemed to return again as it once was. I knew what I had to do. I saw Eldôr approaching me from the court calmly.

“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 now,” 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. Nenduîl and Tárimë will sail. And so shall I go.” 

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 twins 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 and Tárimë 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,” Tárimë 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, but where we go will be far more beautiful.”

“Where you go, we will go, Ada,” Nenduîl 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 would take with me—they were all that I would need.”--––Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 05-19-17.

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

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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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An average chapter in Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. There are a few over 30 pages and some as shot as six. This is the word count for Chapter XXVI: The Fall of Dol Guldur (old book III as Chapter V). It's not done yet so it will be longer than 17 pages. If I let the Extended version go that far, it will be even longer. This is going to be a doorstop. 😂🤣 God I need a nap..I have no endnotes or footnotes, by the way. It is pure, really rough draft of two versions which is about 770 pages--just for Thranduil alone. Well, if it goes in a bookstore, Lee might just read it because it's long. If he's really into wasting a month, he should wait for the entire book. At this point it will be well over 1100 pages--at the very least...Tee hee. Damn. Added two elves and preparing for the first female dwarf in Middle-Earth History to utter a word. She's dwarf #11 and the first female. The first female human was Súlelenth, wife of Êlenuil and mother of Nenduîl and Tárimë followed by Aurëwyn, wife of Bard II. She also happens to be related to Haldúir, husband of Arímë, the formally half-elven cousin of Thranduil's wife Êlúriel and Nimlos and Nenloth. Yeah, I was asked to submit an index at Tuesday's meeting. I think at this point, I need complete the one I have. 7 pages of elves. This is nuts. Why I didn't call this "The Secret Lives of Elves", I don't know.😂🤣

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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

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

“I stood with Fëaluin and Súriar inside my study when Eldôr, Elranduil and Ardôr entered.

“Where is Êlenuil,” I asked without looking at them.

“He comes along with his brother,” Ardôr said quietly.

No sooner than he spoke, Êlenuil and his brother Elendôr entered with Tarthôn, Orísil, Aruilos, Nimlos and Aramoth.

“Everyone is present, Thranduil,” Fëaluin whispered.

Nodding, I glanced around the room at the princes of the realm. They stood as statues with stoic gazes on their faces.

“Êlenuil,” I said sharply. “Come forward.”

He slowly stepped forward, quivering in fear.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said softly.

“First born of Ardôr, son of Elranduil, son of Eldôr,” I began. “Do you know who you are?”

“I am a Prince of the Woodland Realm,” he answered.

“True enough, but you are far more. You are the father to Nenduîl Nárisil.”

“Yes, I know,” he answered.

“Do you know what he is,” I asked.

“He is a peredhel as his sister.”

I smiled at him as he looked at his father.

“I wish that were true, Êlenuil,” I answered. “That would at least give him a choice in this world.”

“I do not understand,” he said.

“There are few elves in this world such as you and your brother. Fewer still born heirs to a throne. None with a son such as your own.”

“How do you, mean,” he asked.

Ardôr tried to come forward, but Elranduil held him back.

“Father,” he asked. “What is he saying?”

“You were the first born of the Eldar with the blood of the Vanyar, the Noldo and the Teleri—of the Eldalië. The Everstar. Your son is Nenduîl Nárisil Êlenuilion. Born more elf than mortal for though the mother of both of your children was human, she still carried the blood of her elven ancestors. Should you choose to leave him and his sister in my care, he will become the last heir of this Nenduîl kingdom in your stead.”

It was a silence that could not be broken—a revelation that would forever be known.

“I have no words to say,” Êlenuil whispered. “What can I say?”

“I would prefer you would say you will remain here for your children,” I answered. “But that is something you much decide alone.”

“I cannot stay here,” he said. “Not without Súlelenth. The pain is far too great.” I sighed deeply and turned to Fëaluin.

“Everyone may take their leave,” he said. “All but Êlenuil. His Majesty would like a word with you.”

When we were alone, I released my anger relentlessly.

“Even now, you would choose your sadness over your children,” I demanded. “What sort of father are you? You would abandon them by putting your own needs before theirs? And tell me, what father tells his children they should have never been born?”

“I would never say such a thing,” Êlenuil answered. “Why would I say that to my children? I love them.”

“Tárimë told me you have said this for as long as she could remember. I would not doubt the word of a child. What reason would there be for them to speak an untruth?”

Êlenuil looked concern—his grief giving way to worry. It was then I knew truly loved his children.

“I was speaking to Súlelenth,” he said. “Tárimë must have heard me repeat something Haldúir once said to their mother after he had learned of their birth. I was angry he would say such a thing to his daughter. Whenever she wished to see her parents, I forbad her from going. It was in those moments I would remind her of what her father’s words. My children must have thought I felt that way. They are the best of me, Thranduil. I loved them from the first time I saw them after their birth. I have lost my wife now my children believe that I never loved them. You must think me horrible.”

“I do not think you horrible,” I said. “I know your grief all too well. I cannot tell you it will ever go away. It never will. But Súlelenth gave you part of her in your children and that should be reason enough to stay.”

“It is reason enough to live, but not to stay,” he answered. “You are stronger than anyone in this world—elf or man. To see all you have seen and all that you have lost yet you only grow stronger. I wish my children to learn that from you because I cannot teach them what I do not have.”

“You will tell them what you have told me,” I said. “That you love them. You should not leave them believing they are the cause for your choice. I will honor your wish for me to care for them, but I will not tell them what is your responsibility.”

“I will, Thranduil,” he said smiling. “I cannot leave my children believing that I do not love them.”

I could not help but think back to when Árendil gave her infant son to me. Thinking about all that had happened in my life to this moment, I realized that things were changing—the world, my kingdom and my own family.

“You may take your leave,” I said. “The children are in their chambers with your mother.”

He bowed and left my study. I went to my balcony and listened to the roar of the falls. I knew a great war was coming and I had to remain on my throne for my people and to be here when Legolas returned to me.

“His Majesty his thinking,” I heard Êlúriel say.

I turned around to see her standing before me beautiful as always.

“Yes? What is it?”

“We have a guest,” she said. “She said it was important.”

“Show her in,” I said thinking was Ninyáre wanting to speak with me about her husband.

It was Arímë dressed in a pale green gown, her long golden hair falling around her.

“Your Majesty,” she said. “I know it is late, but Haldúir and I will leave tomorrow and I may not have another moment to speak with you.”

“You may,” I said as she walked over to me.

“I met Eärluin,” she said. “She reminds me of Súlelenth at that age.”

“She is something,” I answered. “Nenduîl and Tárimë told me about their names, Arímë. Súlelenth could never have known about Silme and Nárisil.”

“She learned it from me,” she said. “When I learned of Êlúriel’s love for you, I would tell her about it at night before she went to sleep. She thought it was the most beautiful story ever told.”

“It is the most beautiful story ever lived,” I answered. “Still how would you have come by it?”

“I told her,” Êlúriel said quietly.

“My cousin is very lucky,” she said smiling. “A love such as yours is rare.”

“You know love, Arímë,” I said. “You gave up forever for it, did you not?”

“I did,” she said. “I do not regret it, but before I met Haldúir, all I had were letters from Êlúriel telling me all about you. I was envious, I must admit. I could only imagine what you looked like. From what she said, her words hardly do you justice.”

“Êlúriel, like my mother, tends to exaggerate,” I said looking at my wife pretending she had not heard a word.

“If it were exaggeration, then what I expected to see and what I have seen are at odds with one another for you are far more than what you call exaggeration.”

“You flatter me,” I said. “I only wish my wife had told me what to expect when I saw you.”

“I am far less beautiful than Êlúriel,” she said. “Even Nenloth was envious. But if you had known her mother, you would know where her beauty came from.”

“Her father said as much,” I said. “I find you rather beautiful. Haldúir has told you this many times I am sure.”

“He did once,” she said thinking. “A long time ago. When Súlelenth found love with Êlenuil, he seemed to change. I believe it was my fault for speaking of my past and the love my father had for my mother. As a mortal, he cannot understand how long I lived. When Súlelenth was born, he did not want her to know anything of my past, but I could not keep it from her. It would be like denying who I was and where she came from. He has since changed. He adores Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin now.”

“He does not know what they are,” Êlúriel said. “If he knew, it would anger him.”

“What are they,” she asked. “Are they not as I was?”

“No,” I said quietly. “Their father carries the bloodline of the Eldalië. They are more elf than mortal. They will never have the choice of others as they are.”

“I am glad for them,” she said. “I want what is left of my people to go on to Aman where I know Nendúril has gone. He will be happy to know a part of Gildúr lives on. I am glad a part of me will live on in them.”

“Uncle,” Êlúriel whispered.

“When will you leave tomorrow,” I asked.

“At sunrise,” she answered. “Nimlos and Nenloth will ride with us to Dale.”

“Very good,” I said. “I wish you a safe journey.”

“Êlúriel,” she began.

“Yes,” she answered.

“I wish I had been here for you,” she began.

“You were in always in my heart,” Êlúriel said. “That I am sure.”

She ran to Arímë and they embraced each other.

“I will miss you,” she said. “But you know that already.”

“I know,” Êlúriel said. “And I will miss you.”

She then turned to me.

“Namárië, Thranduil, aranon od Eryn Galen.”

She left us alone and it would be the last time we saw Arímë or Haldúir again.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-13-17

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

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

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

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

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

“Dance with me,” she said. “Please”.

“As you wish.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It is time,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Êlúriel, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you saying,” she asked.

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

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

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

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

“You would not understand,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled and laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

I kissed her; I felt her become receptive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are they now,” Fëaluin asked.

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

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

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

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

“What was that for,” Elranduil asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded and left with Legolas close behind.

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

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

“Does Êlenuil know them,” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you afraid to see her?”

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

I kissed her on her forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your mother,” Ardôr asked.

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

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

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

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

“You wish me to leave,” I whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You met our children, then ” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fëaluin came to us.

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

He led Arímë away to see Súlelenth.

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

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

“Yes, Thranduil,” she said innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then so shall it be,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You flatter me, Êlúriel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The couples now faced the court.

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” I said holding Êlúriel in my arms the next morning.

“You are welcome,” she said, kissing me. “To what do I owe such gratitude?”

“For everything. Mostly for being my queen, my wife and the mother of my children.”

“I could do none of those things without you, Thranduil,” she said. “Much to my disappointment.”

“Do I bring you displeasure,” I asked smiling.

“You can never displease me, my love,” she whispered. “Not entirely. But the day has only begun.”

“The queen must never be dissatisfied,” I said. “It reflects poorly on the king.”

“We cannot let that happen, can we,” she said, laughing softly. “What can I do as to not reflect poorly on the king?”

“There are many things you could do, Êlúriel,” I answered. “But only one comes to mind just now.”

“What might that be,” she asked.

“You could love me.”

“Thranduil, I love you too much as it is,” she said. "I would think you have had enough.”

“Not today,” I said. “But the day has only begun.”

“So it has,” she said. “Time to fulfill my royal duties.”

“Can they wait,” I asked.

“I suppose,” she began holding me closer. “But I thought you wished me to love you just now.”

“You consider loving me a royal duty,” I asked in jest.

“Of course, my love,” she said. “It is my most important duty as queen. And my most favorite."

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

Later that morning, I made my way to my study as Êlúriel went about her royal duties. I had all but forgotten our disagreement the night before as entered to find my council waiting.

“You are of good spirits this morning, Thranduil,” Fëaluin said.

“You could say that, Fëaluin,” I answered. “What of you?”

“Quite well, thank you.”

“Nimlos,” I began arriving at my table as Eldôr and Elranduil looked over several maps. “Tell me of this maiden that seemed to mesmerize Êlenuil so much.”

“I beg your pardon,” he asked surprised.

“Isílriel told me of one maiden Ardôr’s son seemed taken with,” I said looking up at him. “Tell me, would you know her by chance?”

“There were many maidens,” he said softly. “All of them mortal."

“Thranduil,” Fëaluin said slowly. “Not now. We have things that must be done immediately to put things in order after our battle in Dale.”

“I am curious, Fëaluin,” I said. “Am I not King? Do I not have the right to know whom has come into my kingdom when I have been away from it?”

“You speak of our cousin,” Nimlos answered. “Êlúriel must have spoken to you of her.”

“Eventually,” I answered. “She also said that I should wait for Êlenuil to speak of it to me.”

“I could not agree more,” Eldôr said. “It is of little consequence.”

“Perhaps it would not be if not for whom Êlenuil is.”

“He said nothing,” Elranduil said. “Not to anyone. That I can assure you. The maiden spent much of her time with the Queen and her ladies.”

I looked at Nimlos—his face ashen and stoic. I nodded to him.

“Very well,” I said. “Will I have the opportunity to meet her? She is family after all.” “I cannot say,” Nimlos said, his face returning to color. “She did not say anything to me of her plans to return and Nenloth has spoken little since she left us.”

“She is welcome then if she wishes to return,” I said. “I see no harm in it. As for Êlenuil, I suppose seeing a mortal was fascinating.”

The room was silent as no one said anything to me. It seemed unnerving but I was satisfied with what they had told me in that moment.

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

I enjoyed taking rides with Legolas most days and reading in my study during the rain or walks through the forest after a gentle snow. I watched as my household grew as some in my kingdom took solace in seeing their kin in the Undying Lands. I thought often in winter—looking toward a darkening evening sky into the west and wondering when I would leave if at all. I was growing old but no age shown upon my face. Only the fading glow of in my eyes would tell anyone of my age. All I had seen and suffered seemed as distant as the stars.

One night long after the halls had fallen quiet, I left my chambers. The night cast no shadows as a gentle snow fell. I wandered into the night a gentle breeze drifted as I went to where I had met my love in our youth. The only song that I heard was the wind through my ears. I looked around—hoping to see something and I would.

It was Legolas walking toward me. He knew my habits well and often would follow me wherever I went.

“Ada,” he said. “It is late and cold. Why are you out of the palace?” “For the same reason as you,” I said. “Looking.”

“I am looking for you,” he laughed. “It would seem I am always looking for you.”

“I am looking for myself,” I said. “It has been too long, Legolas. I am thinking on leaving Mirkwood forever with your mother.”

“If you leave I would be king,” he said. “I do not think I would do very well. I want to leave myself. See the world.”

“You were always trying to leave,” I said. “Not one to stay put for long. You were either in a bush or a tree when you were not filling the caverns with half of the creatures of the forest. I suppose it would not surprise me that you wished to leave.”

“I would return,” he laughed. “I just want to know what is out there. You have seen much of it, have you not, Ada?”

“I never left my home unless it was for war. Then all I saw was pain and death.” He looked at me with a grimace. He then politely kneeled down to take a handful of snow and throw it in my face.

“Legolas,” I began. “That was not wise.”

He did it once more and in a matter of moments, we were throwing snow at on another in the middle of the night upon the very place I met and wed his mother. I loved spending time with Legolas whom, as his mother, could make me smile.

When we heard voices, we stopped and looked around. It came from the East. As it grew louder, Legolas drew his bow and we slowly followed the sound. A loud cry pierced the night in fear. It was the sound of a maiden and two men. I saw an Eastern guard run toward her voice as we followed them. I heard more voices and then sobbing. We ran toward the direction of the crying.

We came upon Findôl and his men helping a young maiden rise from the ground. A small lantern she was carrying lay beside her offering the only view of her features. She had the longest dark brown hair I had ever seen and sharpest green eyes. Her delicate features told me she was not a child nor was she old enough to marry.

I approached her and she cowered.

“Please do not hurt me,” she said. “I am lost and do not know where I am.”

“I am not going to hurt you,” I said. “But I will ask you why such a young maiden traveling alone at this hour through my kingdom. Where do you belong?”

“Dale,” she said. “I got lost on my way there.”

“What is your name,” I said curiously. She seemed familiar to me somehow.

“Súlelenth,” she said finally looking up at me. “Daughter of Haldúir, an archer for King Bain.”

“You are not lost,” I said. “You came here for something, to be sure. Is there trouble in Dale?”

“No,” she said finally standing to her full height. “All is well there. May I leave now?”

“You are in the presence of King Thranduil,” Findôl said.  “You will show respect.” 

She looked up and smiled and I knew it all to well—so much so, I felt chill icier than the air run threw me.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” she said bowing. “I have heard much about you from my mother.”

“Who is your mother,” I asked, moving closer to her to inspect her. “In Dale, or will I find her out there looking for her daughter?”  

“She is with my father,” she said. “She does not know I am away.”

“Why are you away?”

She looked around at us in fear. We must have seemed frightening—several armed elven warriors and their king glaring down on her beneath a dim light of an old lantern.

“I am looking for Êlenuil,” she said softly.

I felt my heart beating faster as I remembered not long ago the maiden that had come into my kingdom. This one seemed too young to be the same.

“You were looking for Êlenuil,” I said. “Well, look no further, Súlelenth. I will most gladly take you to him.”

I motioned to the guards to follow me and Legolas to the palace. She did not put on a struggle—she seemed calm and nearly joyous to come into the realm.

“Ada,” Legolas whispered. “I have seen her before.”

“When was this,” I asked hardly listening. “After my return from Dale?”

“No, Ada. No more than a week ago.”

I stopped abruptly as everyone almost fell down. Súlelenth laughed—so much like Êlúriel I almost turned around.

“A week ago,” I said. “Why was I not informed of this?”

“Because that was the first and last time I saw her,” he said. “Tarthôn says she comes here quite often.”

We both turned and looked at the young maiden as my guards picked themselves from the ground. She reminded me so much of Êlúriel with every movement I thought she was an elf.

I continued to the palace so swiftly, Legolas struggled to stay beside me. The gates flew open and lanterns came on as I woke up the palace.

“Ardôr,” I roared.

Eldôr, Elranduil, Nimlos came running with Ardôr close behind. Aramoth and Nenloth came forth from the balcony into the vestibule. Nenloth gasped and fainted, her husband catching her. Nimlos’ color faded from his face as Ardôr came before me.

“Yes, Thranduil,” he said bewildered. “What is the matter? Who is this child?”

“You do not know,” I asked.

“Why would I know her?”

“She knows your son rather well,” I said.

Elves stood quietly waiting for anything to happen. Out of the crown of elves, Êlenuil stepped forward. His face seemed to brighten when he saw Súlelenth.

“Súlelenth,” he said. “You are here.”

She smiled and ran to him and they embraced. I looked at Ardôr—I was not happy as I could see they were in love.

The halls fell quiet when Êlúriel came down the hall as she walked past me and slowly over to them. Her eyes never wavered from the girl—for she seemed to cast a spell over her.

“Im Êlúriel od Ossiriand,” she said to Súlelenth.

Súlelenth released Êlenuil and faced Êlúriel.

“Im Súlelenth,” she answered.

“I know, dear child. Tell the King who is your mother, Súlelenth,” Êlúriel said.

The girl looked down at the floor and started to cry. She looked around at the elves around her, her green eyes filled with tears. She looked at me and her gaze startled me. She looked at Êlúriel again.

“Arímë,” she said. “Daughter of Gildúr and Sirurial.”

Nimlos slowly walked over to Súlelenth—his face stoic in disbelief. He embraced the girl tightly as tears fell from his eyes.

“My dear cousin,” he cried.

Soon the silence was broken as everyone began to speak among themselves.

“Êlúriel, come with me,” I said quietly.

She nodded. As we turned, the court paused to bow to us before we left them for my study. The lanterns burned in the room—flickering to the soft flowing waters of the winter falls. I turned toward Êlúriel, her gaze to the floor.

“You knew of this,” I said sternly.

“Yes, Thranduil,” she began.

“And you did not say anything to me?”

“It was not for me to tell,” she whispered.

“You are my wife,” I growled. “Or does that mean nothing to you?”

“Yes,” she said looking up sharply. “And as your wife, I know you would not allow them to be together.”

“You know me well, Êlúriel,” I said as my voice began to fill the room. “Then you will know what I am going to do next.”

“You will not,” she scolded. “You will not tear them apart! I will not allow it!”

"You will not allow me,” I asked. “Who are you to not allow me to do my will?”

“The Queen,” she said. “Or have you seemed to forget I rule beside you in this kingdom?”

“She is a mortal,” I began. “Not in my household and not in my halls, Êlúriel!”

“You know more than anyone you cannot help with whom you fall in love,” she said. “Have you forgotten all these years?”

“No,” I said, calming myself. “But this is different.”

“How is it different,” she asked.

“Mortals grow old and they die,” I said. “What will he do then, Êlúriel? What will be left except to despair. You wish that for him?”

“No more than I wish him to be alone,” she said. “That would be as death to him.”

She was right and I knew it.

“She is the daughter of your mortal cousin,” I whispered. “What she must think of this I can only wonder."--TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J.M.Miller 7-5-17

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

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

“Shall we go,” I asked.

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

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

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

There rose from the elves cheers that could be heard for miles around. I turned to Celeborn as he smiled at me. I had no words to express the happiness I felt. “You need not say a word, Thranduil,” he said. “It was my pleasure. We never should have let you suffer such evil alone. You are one of us—our kin. Forgive me such indignity.”

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

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

“Arwen and Aragorn,” I said.

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

“Seems Nenduîl would agree with you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Enough for now,” he said. “We have things to attend to. If we may, Galathil?” He nodded and walked away with Ëarmîr.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I knew then I was in for another revelation that would be more spectacular than the last.”––Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 05-8-17.

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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Well, it must be Christmas 🎄...a third excerpt? Well, as the kingdom prepares to lay a princess to rest, Êlenuil doesn’t want to go—his grief is too strong. Not strong enough to handle Thranduil’s anger. Êlúriel discovers inadvertently that the children of Súlelenth and Êlenuil are in their care and after the funeral, Thranduil calls the Princes of the Realm together for a little chat with Êlenuil. 😮

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is this,” I asked.

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

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

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

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

“Oh no,” Elranduil whispered.

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

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

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

“I will explain later,” Fëaluin whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tarthôn laughed with me, then his demeanor changed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excitedly they went on their way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are family,” Êlúriel said.

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

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

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

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

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

“She is sleeping peacefully,” she said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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