#oropher and nimeithel

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King Oropher will make his debut during the Season of Love.

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Chapter IV: Darkness and Light (Pt. IV)

It did not take long for the whole of Menegroth to learn of the news. Êlengolas gave his blessing before Oropher could finish his proposal. As with all princes of the realm, the only approval that mattered was that of King Thingol. Remembering the time I was brought before him was still fresh in my mind; the anxiety lost to the joy of being with my beloved.

Before the moment could arrive, the realities of the world beyond our walls of stone had started to threaten more than our happiness. The presence of the naugrim began to become commonplace. Though the ladies of the court shown displeasure with them, they said very little except in whispers.

King Thingol had ordered guards to protect us; no corner inside or out went empty.  The last I would ever see Denethor was as he was leaving for Ossiriand for the last time. As he was walking away, he looked behind and waved at me with a quiet smile across his face.

As I was to take my leave, Elmo approached me.

Orothôn,” he began. “I wished to inquire about Oropher.”

“He is well,” I answered. “He is eager to marry Nimeithel."

“So he is,” Elmo said. “We should all share in his optimism.”

“I do not understand,” I said.

“These are perilous times,” he said. “I wish my grandsons did not have to see such times. Neither should their children. I blame myself.”

“Whatever evil lies in this world is not your doing.”

“No, but had I continued on the path, we would not be here.”

“We will face this evil and defeat it,” I said. “It is fate that put us here in this place; in this hour.”

Elmo nodded and walked away—his head lowered. I worried for him. I went to find Mîrwen. As I passed Oropher’s room, I noticed Eldôr leaving.

“I heard you asked for Valdúril’s hand,” I said to him. “Congratulations are in order.”

“Thank you,” he said smiling. “I wished the same to Oropher. He has little to worry about as always.”

He waved at Oropher and went on his way.

Oropher was putting on a crisp white shirt sewn with silver thread.

“Hello, Ada,” he said. “Are you looking for Nana? She is attending to Queen Melian.”

“I know,” I said. “It was you I wanted to see.”

“Is something the matter,” he asked.

“No.”

“What is it, then?”

I sat on his bed thinking about Elmo’s words.

“You will go before King Thingol for  his blessing.”

“I know,” he said, leaning against the post of his bed. “Eäros told me how it was for him. I am not afraid but I cannot speak for Eldôr.”

“I remember going before him,” I said without thinking. “For you, it will be different.”

“How different,” he asked curiously. “I am intrigued. Should I worry for Nimeithel?”

“No,” I answered. “But you are the son of the daughter of the King’s brother.”

“That means nothing to me,” he said softly. “I am nothing more than your son. It is all I know how to be.”

“That may be,” I began. “But that does not change what you are.”

“I am a subject of this realm,” he said. “I will inherit nothing nor do  I wish to. I desire nothing more than what I have.”

I knew my son did not care to hear any more. I remembered the words of Orowen before we came into Doriath and ones spoken before. I stood up and looked at my son.

“Your humility is your crown,” I said. “Your courage is your mantle. They will serve you far greater than any title.”

I embraced him tightly. I wondered how I had raised a son such as this.

I let him go.

“I will be waiting for you in the Great Hall with your mother. Do not be late.”

“I will not,” he said. “You have my word.”

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The Great hall was filled with elves. All around it was decorated with reminders of nature. The colors once lit by the stars were vivid and bright. The faces I traveled beside were more alive than I remembered. Mîrwen approached me; she was more beautiful than ever.

"How is our son,” she asked, a broad smile crossing her face. “Is he as handsome as his father?”

“Far more,” I declared. “But your flattery will not go unrewarded.”

I gently kissed her as the ceremony began. King Thingol and Queen Melian entered with Elmo and Orowen close behind. Once they took their places, Oropher, Amdir, and Eldôr escorted Nimeithel, Anadriel, and Valdúril down the aisle to stand before the king.

“Amdir, son of Galathil,” Thingol began. “You have chosen Anadriel?”

“I have,” he said.

“And Anadriel, you have chosen Amdir?”

“I have,” she said.

“Oropher, son of Orothôn,” Thingol continued. “You have chosen Nimeithel?”

“I have,” my son said.

“And Nimeithel, you have chosen Oropher?”

“I have,” she said.

“Eldôr, son of Valdôr,” Thingol said once more. “You have chosen Valdúril?”

“I have,” he said.

“And Valdúril, you have chosen Eldôr?”

“I have,” she said.

“Well,” Thingol said. “I say to you all, you have my blessing.”

No sooner had he said those words when an elf burst into the hall. He was disheveled and weary. Anadriel recognized him instantly.

“Eäros,” she cried.

Níndi ran to her husband as the room filled with gasps.

“What is this,” Thingol asked the breathless elf on the floor.

“I come from the Falas,” Eäros said. “I bring word from Círdan. It has been attacked.”

Queen Melian stood up slowly.

“It has begun,” she said.

“Beleg! Mablung,” Thingol called to two elves nearby. “Call to arms!”

They nodded quickly and left. I turned to Mîrwen—her eyes already filled with tears. I kissed her quickly and went with the rest of the elven men from court to take my place in battle.--TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 3-23-2019

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Chapter I: Prince of Mirkwood (Pt. I)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Newsfeed #129 September 30, 2022 (30 Yavannië)

Welcome back to Middle-Earth. The Grand Recap has begun. You will relearn things you may have forgotten, and learn things I never told you about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are still here, are you not?”

“But for how long, Fëaluin,” I asked.

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

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

“Hold me, please,” he yawned.

Fëaluin laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” Tárimë asked.

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

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

I heard soft laugh come from no where.

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

“Yes, Ada,” they said sadly.

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

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

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

“Êlúriel, you may come out now.”

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

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

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

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

“What did he say to you?”

“Hold me, please,” I answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hit him once more before putting down the pillow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why,” I asked.

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

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

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

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

“True, but not you,” he said.

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

“No,” I said. “Give it to Tarthôn.”

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

“Of course,” I smiled. “Elendôr.”

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

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

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

I rose to leave to return to my study.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nimlos laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look, Thranduil,” Nimlos said.

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

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

“What else did he say,” I asked.

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

Nimlos and I looked at one another concerned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I kissed her.

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

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

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

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

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

“Very well,” I said.

We left my room and entered the hall. As we approached the court room, festive spring colors dressed everything from pillar to post. Green, indigo, red, yellow and white created an aura of the forest floor. My court once engaged fell quiet as I approached my throne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, outside.”

“Will you come with us,” Tárimë asked.

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

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

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

Smiling they embraced me and I in return.

“We love you, Ada,” they said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know,” he said softly. He knew I was thinking about Êlúriel. I wish she could have been waiting for me when I returned from battle. I was envious of everyone returning home to someone even though I was glad to have Nenduîl and Tárimë. Suddenly, I pain turned to happiness.

“Êlúriel is gone but she is always with me,” I said. “In my heart and every time I am with Nenduîl and Tárimë. Come, Elranduil. Let us return to the celebration. I believe the king should see to his court.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“War has taken many over the centuries that never should have been lost—whether by death or by choice,” I said quietly. I gave him a pat on the back and walked through the court of bowing courtiers on my way out the front gates and across the bridge.

It was the clearest of nights—it seemed every star in the heavens were shining. I made my way to the tomb of Êlúriel. I traced her name with my finger. The stone was cool from the spring night air yet there was a welcoming gentleness to it.

“I miss you, Êlúriel,” I said feeling tear welling in my eyes. “I wish you could be here to see peace in our world. Tarthôn fought gallantly—he reminded me so much of Melros. You were right. Legolas was all that you knew he would become. I love you, Êlúriel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As we began toward the palace, I couldn’t help but look back. Nimeithel was gone. I could not help but wonder what she meant about the choice I would have to make. That choice would come to me sooner than I would have wanted.”--–Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 05-6-17.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter III: Doriath (Pt. I)

Darkness enveloped me. There was not a sound to be heard until a gentle familiar voice spoke to me.

“Orothôn,” it said. “I know you hear me.”

“Yes, Mîrwen,” I answered. I opened my eyes to see her leaning over me as I lay in our bed.

“What did you hear,” she asked. “I know you heard something.”

“What do you wish me to tell you,” I asked. “You are the daughter of Elmo. What could I tell you that you don not already know?”

“I do not know what you overheard my father say to my mother.”

“How would you know I overheard what was spoken if you had not yet spoken with your mother?”

“Orothôn,” she said, her face stoic.

“I heard much but understood far less,” I answered. I caressed her face and it softened.

“Are we to remain where we are,” she asked. “Will my son never see Eldamar?”

“Perhaps some day,” I said to her. “Just not now. Not before our son is of age.” Tears rolled down Mîrwen’s face though she remained quiet. She lay down beside me motionless.

“I am afraid,” she whispered. “For us all.”

Now it was I that leaned over my wife in comfort, kissing her forehead then her cheek—the taste of her sweet tears filled my heart with despair.

“As long as I am with you, Mîrwen, you have nothing to fear.”

Mîrwen smiled weakly trying to give me hope that my words meant something. Her lips found mine as she gently touched my face. Soon we found ourselves in each others arms—closer than we had ever been before. Time was kind to us for our love would not be quenched. Forever the voyeur, time stopped its course to allow its eye to wander and fall upon our souls as to give an eternal blessing.

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

It was not long after that word came of our departure. Though I longed for a home I never knew, I was growing fond of the mysteries of this world. We remained under starlight but the faint hues of the landscapes had begun to be revealed.

There were many times I found myself wandering further away from our home to see what lay beyond our encampment. Keeping the the faint light of refuge within view, often I was joined by Êlengolas, Valdôr or both. We saw great walls of stone erupting from beneath the earth—mountains. There were variate trees gathered together randomly around us—forest. Over time we discovered more living things other than ourselves. The world was changing and us with it though we were not always aware.

I was with Valdôr and Êlengolas watching our children play. They were more of this world than we were—even as we awoke here, they were born.

“The time grows nearer to our departure,” Valdôr said. “Lothluin has started to prepare to leave with such abandon I wonder where she expects us to be going.”

“Perhaps she has heard something,” I said without thinking.

“Tell us, Orothôn,” Êlengolas began. “What is it that you know.”

“I know very little,” I answered.

“You mean you will say very little or nothing,” Valdôr said.

“What little I know is not for me to say,” I said softly as I watched Oropher playing with Nimeithel. They seemed rather fond of one another.

“It matters not if you say a word,” Valdôr said. “It is how Elmo has changed that has everyone a twitter. He seems distracted by his thoughts.”

“His thoughts are precisely why Iarûr worries,” Êlengolas said.

“Why would Iarûr be worried,” I asked incuriously. I feared what the answer would be.

“There are creatures amongst us,” he began. “Some beyond description. It is a secret to be revealed in due course.”

“If it is the same to you,” Valdôr began. “Iarûr can keep his secrets. It is my wish to go home and raise Eldôr properly.”

We said nothing for a long while—each of us left to our own imaginings of what the future would bring. When it was time to return home, I called to Oropher and we went our own way.

“How was your time with your friends,” I asked, taking Oropher’s hand.

“Fine, Ada,” he said.

“You found a new friend, I see.”

“Nimeithel is not a friend,” he said. “She is a girl.”

“I think she is quite capable of being a friend, Oropher,” I answered trying hard to keep my laughter.

“I will think on it, Ada,” he said.

As we approached our home, Amareth approached us.

“I am to take Oropher to his supper,” she said to us. “If I may.”

I nodded and let my son go his way. When I entered my home, there were several elves putting our belongings away.

“What is this,” I asked angrily. “What are you doing and where is Mîrwen?”

They all ceased their work to bow One of the young elven courtiers stepped forward.

“Your Highness,” he began timidly—his grey eyes fearful. “We were sent by Lord Elmo. The Lady Mîrwen just departed to speak with her ladies.”

I did not have anything else to say.

“Carry on, then,” I said.

Immediately they returned to their work and I went in search of Mîrwen. As I approached what was the home of Elmo and Orowen, I heard something unfamiliar to my ears. It was coming from the wood beside their house. I cautiously followed the sound. As it grew louder, I recognized the sound of voices that seemed to be gasping for air. When I finally found the source of the voices, I paused in wonder.

Níndi’s back was against a tree as Eäros stood before her—so close a blade of grass could not pass between them. They were locked together as they kissed each other deeply.

“I love you, Níndi,” Eäros said breathlessly.

“And I you, Eäros,” she answered. They kissed again. It was then I realized how much time had passed. Níndi was becoming a young lady.

“I want you to be my wife,” Eäros whispered.

“I want nothing more than to be your wife,” she said. “I long for it.”

Before they could continue, Níndi noticed me.

“Oh no,” she said desperately as she puled away from Eäros. “It is my uncle Orothôn.”

They were both petrified as they approached. Níndi’s long golden hair was braided behind; her eyes began to fill with tears.

“Do not be afraid,” I said.

“Please, do not speak a word of this,” she said. “My father thinks me too young to know my heart.”

“What do you have to say, Eäros,” I asked.

“I love her,” he answered. “That is all I can say.”

“That is all that you need to say,” I began. “But not to me. It is Galadhon you must ask for his daughter’s hand.”

“I will,” he said. “As soon as we are settled in our new home.”

“I beg your pardon,” I asked.

“You have not heard,” Níndi asked as Eäros took her hand.

“I am afraid not,” I said. “Perhaps you could tell me and save me a journey in search of my wife.”

“We are no longer than a short journey from the Eastern Borders of Beleriand,” she said.

“Beleriand,” I asked.

“Yes,” Eäros answered. “I have seen it with my own eyes. It is where I will ask for Níndi’s hand and marry her. With her father’s blessing and the approval of the King.”

I was speechless. I could not feel my body as it had lost all feeling.

“Are you well,” I heard Níndi ask.

“Yes,” I answered. “Go your way. I will not speak a word to your father.”

“Thank you,” she said cheerfully. She kissed my cheek and the lovers made their way toward home. As I began to feel myself once more, I thought on what I heard from Níndi and Eäros.

I looked around—the word was new to me again. It seemed a lifetime I was there in that place thinking of all that had happened to that moment. I knew a truth my heart could not deny.

“Orothôn,” I heard a voice say. I turned to see Mîrwen. “Níndi said I would find you here.”

“When do we depart,” I asked.

“Not long.”

“Do you know where we will go?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Mother has told me.”

“Just now,” I asked.

“Yes, Orothôn.  Learned of it just now.”

She came to me cautiously—my demeanor seemed to frighten her. I looked at her—her beauty glowing beneath the stars. I reached for her, but she stepped away.

“No, Orothôn,” she said. “Tell me you are not mad.”

“I am not mad,” I said. “I do not know what I am but I am not mad.”

She smiled and moved closer to me. Embracing me, I held her.

“Tell me what I long to hear, Mîrwen.”

“All will be well, my love,” she whispered.

I kissed the top of her head. I felt I could leave this place for another. Mîrwen kissed my chest gently. She looked up at me. I kissed her.

“Shall we go now,” I asked.

She nodded as she took my hand. Before we reached the encampment, she pulled me close and kissed me passionately.

“They wait for us,” she whispered. “Once we cross this threshold, we will leave this place forever.”

I nodded. She nodded in return. We stepped out into the clearing. Our people were standing in line—a caravan prepared for one last journey. We made our way toward Elmo and Orowen. Once we took our place, a voice before us spoke.

“To Beleriand."--TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller 9-09-2018.

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Orothôn and Mîrwen have a fight over his war games, Oropher and Nimeithel are growing fond of each other, and Orothôn meets a naug (dwarf) for the first time. War is upon the horizon.

Chapter III: Doriath (Pt. IV)

I returned to my chambers after washing and dressing in clean clothes. Mîrwen was with Oropher.

“Ada,” he said happily as he ran to me. “I saw you today. Are you going to be a warrior? I want to be one!”

I could see my wife was not as enthusiastic as our son.

“One day, Oropher,” I said. “But not yet. Go find Eldôr. I need a word with your mother.”

“Yes, Ada.” He ran out of our chambers. Once we heard the doors shut, the tension grew thicker.

“I knew this day would come, Orothôn. You will go into battle and die.”

“Mîrwen,” I began.

“No,” she interrupted storming over to me. “There is nothing you can say to me that will take this pain away!”

“I know,” I whispered

“How could you,” she yelled as she began to cry. “How could you do this to me? To your son?”

“I was not given the choice,” I said. “You know I would have chosen you and Oropher.”

“Would you have? Would you have chosen us over war?”

“You know I would have,” I said.

I felt my own tears began to fall. I headed for her, but she pushed me away.

“Do not touch me, Orothôn,” she wailed. “I do not want you to touch me.”

I was shrinking—no taller than a  blade of grass.

“How will I live without you?”

“I am with you now,” I yelled. “Is this not enough? If I am to die, why spend the time we have left this way? Please, do not do this to us.” Mîrwen’s expression softened. I took her into my arms.

“Forgive me,” she whispered.

“There is nothing to forgive,” I said.

We kissed passionately. We lost ourselves in the moment—our love proved to us its depth.

“I never want to live in this world without you,” Mîrwen said. “Promise me I will never have to live in this world without you.”

“I cannot promise you that,” I said as I began to cry. “I can only promise my love for you will never die.”

“Neither will mine for you,” she answered.

“Then we will always be together,” I whispered.

From then on, after I gave my preparation for war to the kingdom, I gave myself to Mîrwen thereafter.

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

Time for us was measured by our children. As my skills in the art of war improved, I barely noticed the changes in my son. He grew taller it seemed, yet he was still quite young. Not long after Eäros wed his beloved Níndi, I came across time itself in the hall near the throne room.

Before me stood a radiant beauty—not quite of age but still a young lady in the making. Her hair was nearly white; flawless skin so fair it seemed to glow with eyes of pale blue. I almost did not recognize her until a prepubescent boy called to her by her name.

“Nimeithel, have you seen Eldôr,” he asked as he stepped into the hall. It was Oropher. Even as his father, I was taken aback.

“Why would I know where Eldôr is just now,” she asked him.

“You know everything, Nimeithel,” he teased. “You and your sister both.”

“If that were true, then I would know from where you were coming and to where you were going next.”

“You know where,” Oropher said quietly. “I told you, remember?”

She smiled at him—I could see she was having fun with him.

“I know not where but Celeborn wishes to go with you. He looks to you as a brother as much as Galathil.”

“I know,” he said.

“If I may, I will go my way,” she said.

As she left I could see my son’s demeanor had changed.

“Oropher, is something the matter,” I asked approaching him.

“Nothing, Ada,” he said, his face flushed. “I was looking for Eldôr.”

“Were you?”

“Yes, of course,” he snapped. “Have you seen him?”

“No,” I answered.

“Are you going to combat,” he asked me.

“What would you know of it?”

“We have seen you,” he began. “From the keep. When will I get to become a warrior?”

“There is no hurry, Oropher,” I said as we walked together toward the throne room. “You are still young.”

I could tell by his expression that he did not think himself too young for anything. As we walked, we met Valdôr. He seemed distracted.

“Something amiss,” I asked him.

“Where is Eldôr,” Oropher asked.

“He seeks your company in our quarters,” he said.

Oropher went on his way swiftly.

“Valdôr, you are not yourself.”

“I am,” he said. “Who else would I be?”

“You know what I mean,” I said. “What has you distracted?”

“I caught sight of the naugrim.”

“I beg your pardon,” I asked. “What is a naugrim?”

“They are rather small,” he said, lowering his hand. “Such as this.”

I stood before him puzzled.

“They are hideous,” he added.

I stared at him thinking he had gone mad. I stopped Iarûr as he was passing.

“Iarûr, what is a naugrim?”

“Oh, the nogothrim,” he said. “They are small.”

He lowered his hand.

“So I hear,” I said. “What are they other than small?”

“They created all that you see around you. They are the masters of stone and weapons of war.”

“They are hideous,” Valdôr said.

“Now, Valdôr, they are as they were meant to be,” Iarûr answered. “No more and no less.”

“Where are they now,” I asked beginning to fear what I might see.

“Somewhere around here,” Iarûr said. “Valdôr was fortunate to have met one of the more majestic of their kin.”

Valdôr gave us a weak smile. Iarûr laughed and continued away. I pat Valdôr on his shoulder and went into the throne room. I thought nothing more of the naugrim as I met Êlengolas with Galathil and Galadhon. I looked around and noticed there were no others with us.

“Where is everyone,” I asked.

Before they could answer, Thingol and Elmo entered the room with a small creature with so much hair, I could barely see its eyes.

“Is that…,” I began.

“One of the naugrim,” Êlengolas whispered. “I see you have spoken to Valdôr. He has yet to get over how small they are.”

We towered over this creature yet it did not seem to fear us.

“Orothôn,” Elmo greeted me. “It is good of you to come.”

“This is Ónarr of Nogrod,” Thingol said. “He and his people are the wielders of stone and smith work.”

This creature walked over to us—his clear blue eyes now visible beneath his unruly black hair and beard.

“It is a pleasure to meet Your Highnesses,” he said bowing to us.

“For us as well,” I said. I looked at Êlengolas, Galathil, and Galadhon—their faces aghast.

“I have seen you wield a sword,” Ónarr continued. “I am impressed with how easily you have come to know it.”

“Thank you,” I answered. “If not for its craftsmen, it would not have the ease for which to wield.”

Ónarr smiled as an elf entered the room.

“Your Majesty,” he said to Thingol. “Might I speak with you in private?”

“Of course, Cúthalion,” Thingol answered.

We bowed as they left us.

“What is happening, Father,” Galadhon asked Elmo.

“There is nothing for you to concern yourself with,” he said. “We are well protected in this land.”

“If we were so protected, then what need would we have for weapons of war,” Galathil asked.

“There are rumblings, within the mountains in the North,” Ónarr said. “My people have known of it for some time.”

“What lies there,” Êlengolas asked.

“I cannot say for certain, but it is dark in nature.”

Elmo seemed concerned at Ónarr’s words. We stood in silence—our imaginations alive with visions of the unknown.”–TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller 12-11-2018.

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A Lost Scene (currently not in the book): Found just in time for Mother's Day. Little Thranduil wakes up one morning with one mission--to find his Nana. After he's properly dressed (not without giving Nenduriel a very hard time), he makes his way to her--in plain view of the court is in audience with his father, the mighty King Oropher.

(It will take time to put the entire thing into Book II: The Saga of Thranduil; I won’t lie--in its entirety, it is even more adorable. Like a few other scenes, it got lost two years ago during an electric storm but luckily was fully recovered).

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Chapter II: A Son is Born (Pt. III)

“I was resting in bed alone—Mîrwen left to attend her mother as she often would. I was lost in thought of nothing in particular when I heard quiet chatter nearby.

“This is my room,” a voice said. “I sleep here. They sleep there.”

“Mine, too,” another voice said. “Your ada is still in here.”

I slowly turned my head toward the voices. I saw two little heads coming towards me.

“Oropher and Eldôr,” I said softly. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“I am showing Eldôr my room, Ada,” he said looking up at me.

“It looks like mine,” Eldôr added.

“I can imagine,” I answered. I felt myself trying not to laugh at their curiosity. They were starting to grow quickly in this world under starlight—yet they seemed oblivious to the skies under which I awakened.

“May I ask why you are not with your mothers?”

“Nana is away,” Oropher answered. “She is with the others.”

“They are with the elfling,” Eldôr added.

I thought myself for moment. I could count on my fingers the newborns.

“Do you speak of Nimeithel,” I asked.

“No,” Oropher said teasing me.  "The new one.”

“There are two,” Eldôr said. “Remember?”

“Yes,” Oropher nodded. “Two elflings.”

“Might I enter,” asked a voice from outside.

“Enter, Valdôr,” I said.

“I see you have visitors,” he said as he entered. “Eldôr, your mother has been looking everywhere for you.”

“I am in here,” he answered.

“I had not noticed,” his father said. “Off with you.”

“And you as well,” I said to Oropher.

They ran out quickly.

“Were you looking for me?”

“Really, Orothôn,” Valdôr began sitting nearby. “There are two elves I can find at any moment if need be and neither one of them is my wife and son.”

“I hear there are newborns,” I said sitting up.

“Yes, Celebriel has had a son,” he said. “Valdúmîr a daughter.”

“Oh,” I said with a smile.

“Not a word,” Valdôr scolded. “Êlengolas cares not he now has two daughters; only that they are the most beautiful elflings he has ever seen.”

“Of course,” I answered. “Have you see either one?”

“I have Galathil,” he said.

“Galathil?”

“Yes, Galadhon named him after his brother at the behest of his wife.”

“They are close,” I said. “None closer I have seen.”

“Nor I,” Valdôr said.

I could tell something was on his mind.

“What are you to telling me,” I asked.

“Iarûr has said our time is nigh,” he whispered. “We are not long to leave this land.”

“And this displeases you, Valdôr?”

“That is not my concern,” he answered. “What concerns me was how he said it. As to say peril was upon us.”

He turned away as I rose to dress. When I was done he turned back.

“You know Iarûr has known things we will never comprehend, Valdôr. He would never lead us astray.”

“I know,” he added. “But that brings little comfort. Not since we long left Denethor behind.”

“Come, let us find Êlengolas,” I said.

He rose and we walked outside making our way toward where Êlengolas resided with his family. He was outside holding his newborn daughter while his first born pulled on his leg.

“I want to see,” Nimeithel said.

She was beautiful—her hair nearly white and her complexion just as fair.

“Quiet,” Êlengolas said. “You will wake your sister.”

“Might we have a look,” I asked

He proudly showed us a tiny bundle—barely a feature to behold waiting for time to reveal them.

“She is beautiful,” I whispered.

“I want to see,” Nimeithel cried. I bent down and picked her up. She gazed in wonder at her new sister.

“What do you call her,” Valdôr asked.

“Valdúril,” Êlengolas said. She takes after her mother as Nimeithel takes after me.”

Nimríel came out of Êlengolas’ dwelling.

“Give her to me,” she said.

Êlengolas carefully handed over his daughter to her as I put down the other. They went inside as we walked away.

“You told Orothôn of Galathil,” he asked Valdôr.

“I have,” he answered.

“He told me what Iarûr said,” I added.

He stopped abruptly and looked at me. His eyes seemed locked on me—his face stoic.

“So you have heard we will leave this place soon?”

“Yes.”

“Did Valdôr tell you why?”

I looked at Valdôr.

“I thought it wise for you to tell him, Êlengolas.”

“Tell me what,” I asked. I started to fear the answer.

“Círdan has moved on from here,” he began. “He left alone—the others remain with us.”

“He left without a word,” I asked.

“Yes, but not without direction.”

“Elmo believes he will lead us to Elwë,” Valdôr said.

“Do you know for certain,” I asked.

“Eäros said he is very close with Elwë,” Êlengolas answered. “If anyone would know where Elwë can be found, it would be Círdan.”

“But if he has gone, how will we find either of them,” I asked.

They looked at one another as to know the answer would frighten me.

“Elmo knows where his brother resides,” Êlengolas said. “He remains tethered to this world.”

“He waits for us, then,” I  asked.

“No,” Valdôr said. “He waits for no one.”

“I do not understand,” I said.

Êlengolas looked toward the west.

“We are about to come into his kingdom.”

He looked at me and I knew we would never see Eldamar.”--TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller 4-20-2018

Images: ©2001, 2002, 2003. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. All Rights Reserved.

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Chapter II: A Son is Born (Pt. II)

What seemed a moment showed itself to be greater; before long things changed even as the twilight lingered. Life beneath the starlight flourished. We had ventured only a short distance when we stopped again for our generation was giving birth to another. Oropher had no sooner been born when he had begun to crawl and then walk—spending time with Mîrwen and Orowen; oft with his new friend Eldôr.

I was speaking to Iarûr when Eäros approached us—behind him wandered Níndi. She had been enamored since she first laid eyes upon him.

“What word do you have for us, Eäros,” Iarûr said almost gleeful in anticipation.

“The Lady Nárwen has given birth, my Lords. To a son they call Amdir.”

“That is indeed good news,” I said.

“What news of Valdúmîr,” Iarûr asked. “Has she been blessed with a son as well?”

“No,” Níndi said shaking her head. “Girl.”

I remembered what Êlengolas once said and nearly laughed.

“Why Princess Níndi,” Iarûr continued. “You have grown quite a bit since I saw you last.”

She smiled shyly, hiding behind Eäros.

“A daughter,” I finally said. “How are mother and child?”

“They are as to be expected,” Êlengolas said as he approached with Valdôr. “Eäros, your sister seeks your company.”

“Where is Anadriel,” he asked.

“With Celebriel, of course.”

He bowed and hurried away with Níndi close behind.

“There is a coupling if I have ever seen one,” Valdôr said as he watched them leave.

“I am more concerned with whom Êlengolas’ daughter will wed,” I said mockingly.

“You heard,” he asked—a wide grin on his face. “She is the most beautiful elfling I have ever seen.”

“And what do you call this beautiful elfling,” Iarûr asked.

“Her name is Nimeithel,” he said proudly.

“Have you gone mad,” Valdôr asked.

“You amuse me, Valdôr,” Êlengolas answered. “It is a wonder seeing as you are hardly witty. If you must know, my daughter is well behaved and blessedly quiet.”

Iarûr, Valdôr and I burst into laughter. Êlengolas shook his head.

“Iarûr, Elmo wishes a word,” a voice said. It was Galadhon. Iarûr nodded and went on his way.

“Something the matter,” I asked him. His expression was pensive.

“Father is worried,” he confided. “He will not say why. We should have come upon uncle by now.”

“Does he think he has gone from this world,” Êlengolas asked.

“Perhaps he is in Eldamar,” Valdôr chimed in.

“He is hidden,” Galadhon said. “That is what mother says. Bewitched, perhaps. It is no matter. We shall remain here for now.”

We stood in silence awaiting a respite. It came in the form of three of the elves that had been with Eäros. They were at play with one another. Of their party there were three elven boys and two elven maidens.

“Have they told you nothing,” I asked. “For they saw Elwë last.”

“See that lad there,” Galadhon motioned, pointing to the taller of the boys. “He is Círdan. He said before uncle left them, there seemed a changed around them—like the air was no more. After a moment, they were alone.”

“Surely he remembers where,” Valdôr said. “How far away can we be from where he once was?”

“Perhaps,” Galadhon began. “If he knows he has yet to say.”

“I would give him time,” Êlengolas said. “They are young and came to us in fear.”

“May their memories come to them soon,” Galadhon said quietly. “This world is not long for a time of true darkness.”

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Returning home, I was shaken by Galadhon’s words. I looked at the stars—unnumbered points of light shining down on us, each one twinkling as they hung onto the shadow of Heaven that was the sky. I imagined each one fading away; to leave us in darkness.

I sat down beside a large tree and continued to stare into the sky. Before long, I found myself drifting into a familiar place I had never been before. There were scenes of joy and terror; love and hate—light and dark. Each moment in time as a thread that was woven together into a tapestry of hope and despair. As the scenes grew more vivid, I felt a tug on my arm that jolted me out of my visions. I turned to see Oropher standing beside me.

“Oropher,” I began happily. “Where did you come from?”

“From Nana,” he said. I looked up to see Mîrwen smiling at me. My worries faded at the sight of them. She joined me as Oropher became fascinated with a flower nearby.

“What has your mind wandering,” Mîrwen asked. “You seem lost.”

“It is nothing,” I lied knowing she knew better. “Just thoughts.”

“Galadhon told you of Elwë,” she said.

“Yes,” I conceded.

“He saw the coming of darker days,” she said.

“You know everything,” I said.

“I do not know everything,” she said. “I know my brothers. Galadhon’s wife is quick with child again. He worries for Celebriel. He very much wants to reach Eldamar soon, but it will not happen.”

“What do you mean,” I asked. Her face had become stoic and her voice low.

“Many shall never leave this world,” she began. “Not as they should. The lure of this world is too great.”

“What could be in this world anyone would want? I see very little to desire.”

“What lies beneath the earth can grown things that are sweeter than nectar. One taste can claim the should of anyone.”

I took her hand and kissed it.

“I am quite contend with what is above the ground. I have little desire for anything more.”

She smiled—her face becoming gentle once more. Our lips met and the world disappeared.

“Nana,” Oropher said, toddling over and falling into her arms. “Now, please.”

“Very well,” she said, cradling him in her arms. He curled up close as she began to feed him.

“Do you worry, Mîrwen,” I asked returning my gaze to the stars.

“I worry about many things,” she said. “But I fear nothing for the sake of our child.”

We sat together quietly until Oropher fell asleep. I rose and helped Mîrwen to her feet. Together we entered our home. Mîrwen placed Oropher in his cradle. When she turned to me, she kissed me. Together we sat down on our bed.

“You know I will protect you both with my life,” I whispered.

“I know, Orothôn,” she answered. “And I will protect you both with my life.”

We kissed again. When our lips parted, she looked at me knowing my every nee, want and desire. With great care, she leaned against the bed board as I lay my head on her lap. She stroked my hair until our son woke from his long rest.”--TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller 4-8-2018

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Chapter IX: The Reckoning (Pt. V)

I left the library. I needed to think. I decided to take a walk. Once outside, the crisp evening air felt good against my skin. I had not realized how warm I had been as I crossed the bridge. I could not tell if it was the heat of lanterns or my emotions that had caused my body to burn, but nature soothed me. As I looked into the sky, there seemed to be more stars than I remembered. How time had passed so swiftly. How things had change since I woke up under the same skies so long ago. What would the sky look like in Eldamar? Would it be as beautiful?

I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped and turned around. It was Oropher.

“Son,” I said with a sigh of relief. “What are you doing out here?”

“The same as you,” he said, walking up to me. “Enjoying the night.”

“Well, I am hardly enjoying it for thinking,” I answered. “But I will admit, it is beautiful tonight.”

“What are you thinking about, Ada?”

“Everything.”

“That is a bit much for one elf to contemplate,” he said laughing. “This would not have anything to do with Mother wanting to sail West, would it?”

“Did she tell you this,” I asked.

“No,” he said. “I heard it from Nimeithel. She does not wish to go.”

“Why not,” I asked. “Does she not fear the talk of war?”

“No,” he said. “She does not wish to go where I will not follow.”

“You do not want to leave, Oropher?”

“I cannot leave the only home I have ever known.”

“Your mother will not approve,” I said. “I cannot blame her. You are my son as well. As your father, it is my duty to protect you.”

“I am no longer a child, Ada,” he reminded me. “I have a wife of my own, and perhaps one day a family.”

“But I want to live to see the day,” I began. “I want you to live to see that day.”

“I will live to see that day and many others thereafter,” he said. “I don not fear the coming of war, Ada. I have known barely anything else since childhood. I want peace, to be sure, but I cannot fight for it if I am running from it.”

“You know yourself,” I answered. “How can you be so optimistic in times such as these?”

“Because, Ada, times such as these have an end.”

“Do you truly believe that?”

“I have to believe that,” he answered. “Or else I shall perish before I ever live.”

“You are wise, Oropher. Perhaps too wise.”

“Please, tell that to my wife,” he said. “Sometimes she thinks I am a fool.”

“They all think we are fools,” I laughed. “Perhaps they are right.”

“Perhaps,” he said.

Suddenly, there came a commotion from the bridge. We looked to see Finëar running behind Iarûr and Elmo. We looked at each other. As we made our way in that direction, Eldôr ran to meet us.

“What is the matter,” Oropher asked him.

“The king returns,” he began.

“That is good news,” I said.

“No,” he said shaking his head. “Beren is mortally wounded. He shall make his bride a widow on this night.”

We placed over to see Mablung and Beleg bearing the dying Beren and the one called Huan by his side. We ran the length of the path until we all stood before the end of the bridge as Lúthien emerged from within. When I saw the Queen and Galadriel behind her, I remembered her words to me. As all fell to our knees before her, she took Beren in her arms one last time and kissed him before he drew his last breath. In grief, before us all, she died.

“Lúthien,” Thingol cried. His tormented wail shook the treetops stronger than the windiest day. Then, there was silence. Queen Melian walked to Thingol, leaned over and kissed him.

“It is not over,” she whispered.

She stood upright and slowly walked into Menegroth with her ladies close behind. Thingol stood up and looked at us all.

“Prepare to lay them to rest,” he said to Finëar. “My heart will lie with them, so prepare a place for it as well.”

Finëar nodded and bowed. With that, Thingol walked into Menegroth to be with Melian. Iarûr motioned to two guards to take the lifeless body of Lúthien inside so that her ladies could prepare her for mourning. Mablung and Beleg rose with Beren and Huan and the solemn procession continued.--TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 10-07-2022

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Chapter IX: The Reckoning (Pt. II)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you saying,” I asked.

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

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

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

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

“I am not amused, Orothôn,” she said.

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

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

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

“We do not discuss Súlwë,” she said. 

Words escaped me.

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

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

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

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

Servants entered the room to dress us for the day.

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

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

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

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

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

“It has been too long,” I answered.

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

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Chapter VII: Darkness Falls (Pt. III)

I said nothing to Oropher about my vision. If he suspected anything, he said nothing. I put it out of my mind and life became routine once more. We heard little of the world beyond Doriath for a time that seemed longer than it was—when we returned to the realities of the world.

I was in the throne room with Orowen and Mîrwen early one morning before I was to meet Iarûr in the library.

“This younger generation of elves are so ambitious,” Orowen said to Mîrwen.

“Why do they wish to wait to start a family? Amdir wishes to follow Oropher’s example.”

“I do not know, Nana,” Mîrwen answered. “But I know Nimeithel agrees with her husband.”

“I have heard nothing from Anadriel,” Orowen said. “She keeps busy with Nimloth and Ëarmîr.”

“From what I understand, Nimeithel has her own hands full keeping up with Lúthien,” I added. “I do not know when she would find the time to start a family.”

“Have you not heard,” Orowen began. “Lúthien will have new accommodations soon.”

“New accommodations,” I asked curiously.

“On uncle’s orders,” Mîrwen said. “For her safety.”

“What could be safer than Menegroth,” I asked. “Are you sure you heard correctly?”

They nodded as Oropher approached with Celeborn.

“Good morning, Ada,” he said cheerfully.

“Have you heard of new accommodations for the Princess Lúthien,” I asked.

Celeborn looked down as Oropher sighed.

“I think you should come with us,” Oropher said.

I left with them for a short journey to a place where builders were constructing something around a tree. Overseeing the workers were Thingol, Elmo and both Galathils.

“This should keep my daughter secured and well-placed to have her ladies attend to her every whim,” I heard Thingol say. 

As he turned to leave, we bowed to him. 

“This should make things easier for Nimeithel,” he said to Oropher.

With that, he left with Elmo and his son.

“Galathil,” Celeborn said to his brother. “How are things?”

“Father was instructed to have me ensure things are done quickly and to the liking of the king.”

“May I ask what endangers the king’s daughter for him to go to such measures,” I asked.

“Love, I am afraid,” Galathil said. “What else is there?”

Oropher rolled his eyes.

“What is on your mind, son?”

“Nothing, Ada,” he said.

“Amdir and I overheard Saeros speaking to Iarûr,” Celeborn began. “Before you say it, Brother, I know it was bad form but they were in the hall in which we were walking.”

“You grow more like your wife every day,” Galathil said.

“As I was saying,” Celeborn continued. “Daeron informed the king of his daughter’s plans. I know not what they were, but I am quite sure it was her desire to follow the mortal on his quest.”

“Beren,” I asked. “How would anyone know where he is or if he lives?”

“There is no better way to know than to search,” Galathil said.

“So Thingol wishes Hírilorn turned into her gilded cage for her safety,” Celeborn added.

“That is rather extreme,” I whispered.

“These are dangerous times,” Galathil said.

“Made all the more dangerous by such a monstrosity,” Oropher added. “If she can get out of Menegroth, she will get out of this.”

“It is my duty to make sure that does not happen,” Galathil said sternly. “Our dear cousin is a bit unruly, as you well know.”

Oropher left abruptly and I went after him.

“Oropher,” I said as I caught up to him. “What is bothering you?”

“I can assure you, Father,” he began as he stopped walking. “Lúthien will not remain in that place for long.”

“How are you so sure,” I asked.

“There is nothing in this world that can keep the heart from what it will do for love, no matter how foolish.”

“It can be said to apply to a father for his daughter,” I answered. “We will do many foolish things for love.”

“Perhaps,” Oropher said more calmly. “But of two loves, only one will break its chains and change this world forever.”

He left me alone in shock at his words. Who was this man I called son and where were these profound revelations coming from?--TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 9-22-2019

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Chapter VII: Darkness Falls (Pt. IV)

Building continued for what seemed an eternity. Whenever I was in the library, Iarûr would tell me what the princess Lúthien thought of her new chambers. Nothing and no one could persuade Thingol’s mind to reconsider—not even his Queen. Oropher said very little other than Nimeithel’s own displeasure with the future arrangement. Rather than spending their time with Lúthien together, her ladies were split to cater to her by night or by day. Nimeithel and her sister Valdúril were assigned the day while, surprisingly, Galadriel was given the evening alongside Níndi.

When construction was completed, there was little fanfare made as Lúthien entered with her mother, Orowen and all their ladies. We wondered how all of them could fit into what appeared to be a rather small space. When Mîrwen returned one evening, she told me the chambers were quite spacious. Hírilorn was a mighty tree with high branches nearly as thick as its 3 trunks. There were guards to protect them all—though I knew better.

Things returned to again to order. One evening, when Lúthien was at dinner, I could not help to notice how forlorn she seemed. She barely ate a thing even as she would engage with her parents solemnly. After dinner, while in our room, Mîrwen seemed agitated.

“Is something on your mind,” I asked, removing my coat.

“Did you see the princess,” she said from behind her dressing screen. “She was completely miserable.”

“Her father sent her beloved on what can only be called a death sentence then locked her away inside the elaborate chamber of a great tree to keep her from chasing after him,” I said. “How happy could she possibly be?”

She came out from behind her screen and sat on the bed.

“I feel just horrible for her,” she continued as she was watched me remove my shirt. “I wish Uncle would listen to reason.”

“His daughter is his greatest treasure,” I said sitting beside her. “He only wishes to protect her.”

“Would you do such a thing to your daughter?”

“I have a son,” I said.

“If he were your daughter, then?”

“Mîrwen, we have a very handsome son but I could never imagine him a daughter—not without laughing hysterically.”

Mîrwen glared at me.

“I am being serious, Orothôn,” she said.

“So am I,” I answered.

“I know nothing of mortals, but I hope he returns for Lúthien’s sake,” she said.

“Hope is all anyone can have for now,” I whispered as I kissed her lips gently.

Before we could become swept away, there came a knock on our doors.

“Enter,” I said, furiously, My anger cooled when Eldôr, Amdir, and Oropher entered.

“What is it,” I asked, standing before them.

“She is gone,” Oropher said.

“Who is gone,” Mîrwen asked.

“Lúthien,” Amdir answered. “She slipped away into the night.”

Just then, dressers appeared with my clothes.

“How does ones slip away from an impenetrable fortress,” I asked.

“Apparently, quite easily,” Eldôr said softly.

When I was dressed, I turned to Mîrwen.

“I will return,” I said.

“I know,” she said, kissing me.

We left quickly for the throne room. By the time we reached the main vestibule, there were soldiers on their way out of the main gates. We continued into the main hall where Elmo spoke with the king as he sat on his throne in despair. Galathil and Galadhon met us.

“How did this happen,” I asked Galadhon.

“No one saw a thing,” he answered. “One moment she was there and the next she was gone.”

“Love will find a way,” Galathil said softly.

“Love,” Thingol shouted from across the room as he rose from his throne. “What do you know of love? What do any of you know of love? I love my daughter—my only child who has left me for a mere mortal she has barely known a tenth of her lifetime! You, all of you, you will find her and bring her to me. I do not care how long it takes.”

Broken, he left the room leaving Elmo in his stead. He approached us, his face stoic.

“I do not expect anyone to spend a lifetime searching for Lúthien,” he began. “Just do what you can and return him when you need rest. We have plenty of soldiers to go beyond these borders if need be.”

“What will we do if she cannot be found,” Galathil asked.

“Find her,” Elmo said and left us to our task. We searched everywhere to the borders of Doriath with no sign of Lúthien. The princes of the realm returned empty-handed. Other soldiers journeyed beyond Doriath—some would return while others were lost to time.--TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 10-5-2019

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