Jaynaé Marie

Chapter XXIII: (EXT) Êlenuil Everstar (Pt. I)

Beneath the waning sky of coming night

Far away shines a distant light

One whose rise tells of days gone by

Of all of elven memories lie.

“When dawn had risen, I was in my study watching the falls and listening to the roar of the waters. I knew that Arímë and Haldúir had already left for Dale as I prepared for the day.

“Thranduil,” I heard my name called. “May I have a word.”

“Yes, Êlenuil,” I answered. “Speak.”

“They have departed,” he said. “Súlelenth’s parents.”

“And you saw them away,” I asked.

“Yes. So did Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin. They seemed sad to see them leave. They had just begun to know them. Perhaps they should see them again some time.”

“No,” I answered, turning around. “Never will they see them again. I will never see them again.”

“Nor will I,” he said softly. “I wish to leave for Mithlond at the end of the day.” “With whom will you travel,” I asked. “Your father? Your brother?”

“Alone.”

“You would leave your children with me then travel so far a distance alone, Êlenuil? Do you know the dangers you could face?”

“I know,” he said. “But I travel alone as far as Rivendell.”

I looked at him curiously, but did not inquire about what he meant.

“Have you spoken to your children,” I asked.

“I have,” he said. “I am afraid Nenduîl is angry with me. He does not believe that I love him. Tárimë seems wise beyond her years and said not a word. Eärluin does not understand.”

“She is young,” I said. “Nenduîl will recover in time. Tárimë is much like Êlúriel. She sees a great many things. Perhaps she knows your heart better than you.”

“Just like her mother,” he said. “You believe me when I say I will miss them, Thranduil?”

“Yes, I do,” I answered. “I know why you leave. I wish I could have left after I lost my father but I did not have the choice you have. I was heir to the throne. No one but me could sit on that throne. Not even your grandfather. I was the son of Oropher, King of Eryn Galen. I was born to rule this kingdom. He was its first king and I will be its last. I have ruled this kingdom for nearly three thousand years. Should I leave, I will leave as the last elven king in all of Arda, for there will never again rule another elven king in this world. I find solace in this because I have lived through many perils and though I often lost hope, I never lost my strength. In that strength, hope did arise. Whether I see you again, I do not know, but you will see your children again. I want them alone to see my mother and tell her that her son remains on the throne of his father.”

He bowed and left me alone once more. I thought about my own words for a moment. How far I had come in my life and how much I had lost and gained over time that passed so quickly for elves yet for other creatures, many generations since I came to the throne had passed and all that I known to be true was legend to them. To me, it had started to become something of a myth. My life was the only relic that was left as evidence of the truth.

When dusk had begun to fall, I stood with the court and the Princes of the Woodland Realm to see Êlenuil on his way. At my side stood Êlúriel and his children with the rest of our family. As he rode westward, the violet hues of the coming night began to uncover the stars above. Though the Misty Mountains obscured much of the sky, the unmistakable evening star in the west shone brightly as another was rising in the East with the moon.

Watching Êlenuil riding away took me back to the day I watched my mother leave our kingdom forever. I wondered when I would take my final journey to Mithlond and sail away to the Undying Lands. Many elves had begun taking their final journey since the flames of Mordor had risen again. My kingdom once again looked as a desolate wasteland—hollow and void of color. Autumn had come as cold as winter and the world felt the chill of evil looming.

Once inside my study, I began to read many things left to me by my father. I searched for anything that might bring some light to darkness. As long as I had lived, never had I known such evil—far stronger than what I had fought at Dagorlad. I thought of Legolas going into the world to fight what men, elves and dwarves once tried to destroy. To lose my son would put me in the ground beside my father. I found a dreadful peace in that thought and it frightened me. If thoughts of death were more inviting than life, then the world was far darker than it ever had been.

As I sat alone reading into the night, the door opened and Nenduîl came in. It was unusual to see him without his sister—they were extraordinarily close and had grown closer since their mother died.

“Why are you out of your chambers so late,” I asked barely looking away from my reading.

“I could not sleep,” he said. “I miss Nana.”

“You do not miss your father,” I asked.

“I cannot say for certain,” he answered stopping in the light of the candles on my table. “I am afraid I do not know him well at all.”

I put down my papers and looked at Nenduîl—his young face serious in thought like an old man remembering the past.

“You have known him since birth,” I answered curiously. “How can you not know him well?”

“Well, I meant to say, not as well as you,” he said. “And not as well I should have.”

“Come here,” I said. He walked to me and placed him on my lap. “Your father loves you very much, Nenduîl. He is very sad without your mother. That is why he went away.”

“I know,” he said. “He said he loved us, but I do not understand why he left us if that were true.”

“I wish I could tell you why,” I said. “I cannot know what was in his mind, but I am quite sure you, your sisters and your mother are in his heart.”

“You will not leave us, will you,” he asked.

“No,” I answered. “I will not leave you, Tárimë or Eärluin. Neither will Êlúriel. We are waiting for Legolas to return home. Then we will all be together again.”

“He will come back,” he said. “I know he will.”

“How are you so sure, Nenduîl,” I asked. “Did he tell you this?”

“No,” he said. “Nana told me.”

“Your Nana told you,” I asked.

“No,” he answered. “His Nana. She said she was our Nana, too.”

“The queen said this,” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “She said she was our Nana now.”

“When did she say this,” I asked curiously.

“When Tárimë asked her,” he said. “She said we could call her Nana. Does that mean you are our Ada now?”

Before I could say another word, Êlúriel entered the room.

“There you are, Nenduîl,” she said. “Back to bed before your sister knows you have left.”

He looked at me and embraced me.

“Will I see you tomorrow,” he asked.

“Yes, Nenduîl. You will see me tomorrow.”

He climbed down and ran out of my study.

“What is this look you have, Thranduil,” Êlúriel asked. “Is something the matter?”

“Nenduîl says you are his Nana now,” I said slowly. “Did you tell them they could call you Nana?”

“Tárimë asked it of me,” she began. “She heard Eärluin call me ‘Nana’.”  

“He wants to know if I am his Ada now,” I muttered.

“Thranduil,” she began. “Do not be angry.”

“You wish that we replace their parents,” I said, my voice growing louder.

“Of course not,” she said. “That would be impossible.”

“That would be implausible,” I said. “They should not be allowed to forget to whom they belong.”

“They do not wish to forget, Thranduil,” she began. “They want to feel they belong to a family again.”

“Is it not enough for you that Eärluin calls you ’Nana’,” I asked angrily. “Did it ever occur to you that I do not wish to be an ‘Ada’ again?”

I knew I should not have said that. I rose from my chair but it was too late—Êlúriel was in tears as she ran from my study in anguish. Before I could go after her, Fëaluin entered.

“What did you say this time,” he asked.

“You do not want to know,” I said. “It was wrong of me to say.”

“I can hardly imagine you saying anything wrong,” he said.

“I might have said I did not wish to be an ‘Ada’ again.”

He stood there with a disapproving look that made me uncomfortable.

“I did not mean it, Fëaluin,” I said softly. “I should go after her.”

“Unless you wish to spend your nights in your study alone until the queen wants to see you again.”

I looked at him for a moment; my mind frozen in thought. Suddenly, I ran swiftly into the hall and into Eldôr.

“Hello, uncle,” I said. “Pardon me.”

“She is in your chambers,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said and started in that direction. When I approached our doors, I noticed Eärluin sitting alone in the hall—her face contorted as if she were about to cry.

“Why are you alone in the hall,” I asked her as I picked her up. “It is late, Eärluin, far too late for you to be out of bed.”

“No,” she said. “I was looking for you, Ada.”

“Why were you looking for me,” I asked.

“To tuck me in, please,” she said playing with a lock of my hair.

“Did Linurial tuck you in already tonight,” I asked.

“Yes,” she said as she started to cry. “But I want you to do it, Ada.”

“Do not cry, Eärluin,” is said, walking toward the room she shared with Auríel. “I will tuck you in. Ada will tuck you in.”

When their doors opened, I entered quietly. Auríel was fast asleep; tightly holding on to her doll. Once I put Eärluin in her bed and tucked her in. She smiled.

“Everything is fine now,” I whispered. “Now Eärluin can go to sleep.”

“Yes,” she said. “So can Ada and Nana.”

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me cheek. As she curled up and went to sleep, I walked into the hall.

“You are unrelenting, Êlúriel,” I said.

“Before you say another word,” she said walking to me from across the hall. “I had nothing to do with it. Linurial told me Eärluin had gone missing and we went looking for her.”

I gave Êlúriel my best look of skepticism.

“You do not believe me,” she asked.

“Eärluin said she can sleep now,” I began mockingly. “So can Ada and Nana.”

She laughed softly.

“Did she,” she asked.

“She did,” I said, as I leaned in and kissed her. “You had nothing to do with it?”

“No,” she whispered. “Nothing.”

We kissed again—forgetting the world around us.

“You, my dear, are a terrible liar,” I whispered.

“I am not,” she said smiling.

I smiled at her and made my way down the hall toward our room.

Days had passed since I had spoken to Êlúriel and I had begun to put it out of my mind. The world had become unnaturally quiet—it was nearly too peaceful. My thoughts again turned to Legolas far away from home. I wondered if he was safe—away from all the dangers the world knew would come. Darkness had risen from Dol Guldur once more—far darker than before biding its time to strike.

Sildôr, Findôl, Aramír and Aramoth commanded Marchwardens to guard all corners of the kingdom from all directions. Findôl and Sildôr, returned to council with Târuil, son of Findôl to join as a younger generation of elves had replaced the elder guard. I kept all that I had known all my life close to me. Perhaps in fear of the unknown or because of what I knew, it brought some familiarity where I thought it lost to me.

I stood in my throne room alone looking over several maps of the Rhovanion, wondering when or where evil may come again when Findôl came to me with his brother and son. Târuil had grown into a striking elf, with long golden red hair deep blue eyes.

“Where is the queen,” Findôl asked.

“She is with Isílriel and the children,” I said. “What word do you bring to me from the borders?”

“Nothing,” Findôl said. “All is quiet. Save for a few creatures wandering about.” “In the east it always quiet,” Sildôr answered. “Not since the Battle of Dale have your guard had to worry. The western borders are a different matter altogether.”

“What is the matter,” I asked. “Have you heard from Beorn?”

“No, Your Majesty,” Târuil said softly. Not at all. But there were rumors passing of rumblings from the Misty Mountains coming forth from the direction of Khazâd-dûm.”

“What sort of rumblings,” I asked curiously. “Why would there be rumblings?”

“I could not say for sure,” he said. “But Randúmîr says that something lives there. As it was told to him by Aiwendil.”

“From Aiwendil,” I asked. “How fortunate we are to have Aiwendil hear something more than the twittering of birds. Enlighten me, please.”

“He suspects there may be any number of horrible creatures dwelling there,” Fëaluin said walking toward us with Eldôr and Elranduil. “I suspect orcs or trolls or something. But from what I gather, the quaking is far too great for even a horde of them.”

“It might be a Valarauko,” Eldôr said calmly. “Left behind after the Great Battle. They still linger, though not in great number. Aiwendil would know quite well if that what rumbles through the darkness. They were once the same.”

“You have to wonder if that led Thráin to Erebor,” Elranduil said. “Perhaps it is why the others were never seen again.”

“Balin,” Fëaluin said, peering at one of the maps. “Yes, I recall several dwarves passing this way not long after King Dáin had resettled Erebor. He was from the House of Durin, I believe. Cousin to Thorin Oakenshield. I am quite sure the did not fare well at all if such things reside within the mountains.”

“Whatever is there does not make Dol Guldur look any less frightening,” I said. “Though what remains from what left returned to Mordor.”

“Not every evil comes from Mordor,” Fëaluin said looking solemn. “Something makes waste of Angrenost and has for some time.”

“Curunír,” Eldôr whispered. “Of all to follow Gorthaur under the spell of Morgoth. This is a shadow not to be reckoned with nor an evil to underestimate.”

“How far below the earth can we dwell,” I asked. “We can go no further to save ourselves. We will have to fight as everyone in Arda. There is no haven left to hide.”

“We are safe for now,” Fëaluin said. “This is the quiet before the storm and we should be glad for it as war will find us soon enough.”

“I wish to send Ardúin away, but she refused to leave me,” Elranduil said.

“She is stubborn,” Aradin said walking over with Elmîr, Nînuir, Eldúir and Sildúr. “Just like her mother.”

“And her sister,” Fëaluin said smiling.

“Mother is like her sisters,” Târuil laughed. “But perhaps they can be persuaded.

“I do not think that is possible,” I said. “They have fallen in love, I am afraid.”  

“Of course,” Elranduil said. “There is not a lady in court that does not love Nenduîl, Tárimë and Eärluin. Even I find them somewhat tolerable.”

Eldôr poked Elranduil in the arm and glared at him.

“We must protect all of our children now,” I said. “I only my household to protect as Legolas is gone to save us all. Where is Tarthôn?”

“Here, Ada,” I heard him say walking toward me with Orísil, Ardôr and Aruilos. “I apologize for being absent.”

“It is fine,” I said. “So long as you are safe.”

“Not all of us,” Ardôr said. “One has fallen.”

“Aruilos,” Fëaluin asked in fear. “Is it your father?”

“No,” he answered. “He comes along with your sons.”

No sooner had he spoke did Nimlos come inside with Elenadar and Elenatar caring badly wounded Randúmîr. Behind them were Sîrandír and Sîrandor, the twin sons of Elenadar. Both had the long brown hair and silver blue eyes.

“Call for Arnîn,” Nimlos said.

“Will he survive,” Elmîr asked. “My niece will fall into despair if he were to die.”

“He will live,” Nimlos said. “But he may have lost some of his Marchwardens.” “What happened,” I asked as Arnîn came running to her husband with Linurial and Nimlúin.

“They were attacked,” Sîrandír answered.

“Orcs, again,” I asked.

“No,” Sîrandor quickly answered. “Easterlings. They were not many, but they were formidable.”

“Were you there,” I asked.

“Yes,” Sîrandír answered. “They were moving eastward from the direction of Dol Guldur. Why they were this far North, I do not know.”

“Call for my sons,” Elenadar said to Sîrandor. “I do not want them out there any longer.”

“Yes, Uncle,” he said and made his way out of the main gate.

“Take Randúmîr to his chambers,” Fëaluin said. “No need to have the court to see.”

Through the main gates came Aramír and Aramoth with Sîrandor followed by Sûlrandír and his twin brother, Sílrandor, the sons of Elenatar. Sîrandír ran to meet them. It was hard to tell between the two—even more so whenever they were with their twin cousins—their long golden brown hair and eyes as the color of mists of dusk their only discernible feature.

“It is over,” Aramoth said. “They have gone from our borders.”

“We did not lose anyone, Thranduil,” Aramír said. “But they are wounded badly. The rest are with Tatháron. If you will excuse me, I must see about daughter’s husband.”

I nodded as he and his brother made their way in the direction they carried Randúmîr. Nimlos stayed to speak with Aruilos.

“How long they will stay away,” Sûlrandír asked. “You think they will return, brother?”

“No,” Sílrandor answered. “They have Dale in their sights. But there are plenty of orcs.”

“Were you harmed,” Sîrandír asked. “You seem well.”

“As we are, brother,” Sîrandor said. “You look unharmed, Sûlrandír.”

“I am fine, Sîrandor,” he answered. Though Sílrandor had a rough time of it, did you not, brother?”

“I did not, Sûlrandír,” he scoffed. “That was you and Sîrandír having a rough time of it.“

“Please,” Fëaluin said to them. “Do not stand so close to one another. You know I cannot tell any of you apart.”

The four cousins stepped away from each other slowly.

“Sorry, Grandfather,” they said together.

“You are to blame, Fëaluin” I whispered. “You had to have twin sons that had twin sons.”

He glared at me and muttered something under his breath. I knew war was coming and evil would rise again, but in that moment I found myself trying desperately not to laugh.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-17-17

Where to start: Thranduil speaks with Êlenuil who leaves for the Undying Lands alone without his children. Thranduil learns from Nenduîl that he calls Êlúriel “nana”. Thranduil upset his wife and on his way to apologize, runs into Eärluin who wants “Ada” to tuck her in. Feeling played, he has a moment with his wife. Not long after, Thranduil is told of rumblings coming from Khazâd-dûm (Moria). Told to his Marchwardens by Aiwendil (Radagast), it is suspected to be a Valarauko (Balrog). They speak of Curunír (Saruman) laying waste to Angrenost (The Ring of Isengard) and talk about Gorthaur (Sauron) and Morgoth (Melkor). Guards enter with the wounded by Easterlings in the south on their way to Erebor and Dale (The Second Battle of Dale that will happen soon) and minor confusion occurs when Fëaluin has to deal with his two sets of identical twin grandsons by his twin sons Elenadar and Elenatar: Sîrandír and Sîrandor, sons of Elenadar and Súlrandír and Sílrandor, sons of Elenatar. Great time to check out that Appendix if you have it. If you don’t, one is coming. ☺️

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are they now,” Fëaluin asked.

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

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

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

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

“What was that for,” Elranduil asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded and left with Legolas close behind.

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

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

“Does Êlenuil know them,” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you afraid to see her?”

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

I kissed her on her forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your mother,” Ardôr asked.

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

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

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

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

“You wish me to leave,” I whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You met our children, then ” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fëaluin came to us.

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

He led Arímë away to see Súlelenth.

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

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

“Yes, Thranduil,” she said innocently.

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

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

The reunion I've been waiting for--Êlúriel meets Arímë again after years of separation. Coming into Mirkwood with her husband Haldúir of Dale to see their daughter Súleleneth (who is betrothed to Êlenuil, son of Ardôr, son of Elranduil). Tensions seem to be melting amidst the joyous occasion--for now. The shadow of the War of the Ring looms heavily. ⚔️

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

“It was dawn when I stood with my court on the bridge to bid farewell to Celeborn, Galathil and Galadriel. Beside me stood Elranduil and Ëarmîr, who earlier had a private moment with Galathil and Celeborn before becoming a member of my court. I was curious as to why he was required to stay, however, the time to inquire would come.

“Your Majesty,” Haldir began. “It has truly been a pleasure. My brothers and I have never felt more at home outside Lothlórien in a long time.”

“Think nothing of it,” I said. “You are welcome always in my kingdom.”

“We shall see you again,” Galadriel began, giving me a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Beyond these borders you will one day find your way. Do not tarry.”

I smiled at her; perplexed by her words. Celeborn and Galathil smiled as Isílion and Tárion approached.

“The warriors are ready to return to Lothlórien, My Lords and Lady,” Isílion said. “All has been prepared.”

“See your way home,” Celeborn said to me.

He embraced me one last time and took Galadriel’s hand and went the length of the bridge to their horses. Galathil followed close behind. When everyone was upon their steeds, the elves of Lothlórien left Eryn Lasgalen.

“So, Ëarmîr,” I began. “What task has been given you that you are left in my charge as a new member of my court?”

“You will know soon enough, Your Majesty,” he said softly. “For now, you should take pleasure in your new kingdom and its expanded borders.”

“So I shall,” I said. “And I shall have Fëaluin find you a place in council.” We entered the palace and the days that came thereafter would be filled with wonders.

Months went by with little fanfare—as the entire kingdom began to become accustomed to a peaceful existence. So many years had gone by where we stood guard and waited for evil to come upon us, even the twitter of birds frightened us whenever one would snap a twig under foot.

One day, I decided to go for a ride with Nenduîl and Tárimë. The care of the royal children was given to Ëarmîr by Fëaluin and he was quite adept at caring for them much to the consternation of Nenduîl and Aranduil. Ëarmîr began to find his place and a friend in Tárimë who adored hearing stories from the court of Lady Galadriel. She had started to grow into young lady wanting to become as elegant and graceful as all the elven maidens of the past.

As I was looking forward to spending the day away from court, Elranduil and Eldor approached me with Tarthôn and Nimlos as I emerged from my chambers.

“Come quickly,” Eldôr said. “Fealuin is at the front gate.”

“Why,” I asked. “Something amiss?”

“A rider approaches,” Elranduil said. “Come quickly.”

We hurried ourselves toward the front gates and into the crisp morning. I could see from a distance lone rider making his way toward us.

“Who is it, Ada,” I heard Nenduîl ask as he ran to my side with his sister and cousin.

I could see who it was and I felt a smile cross my face with eager anticipation.

“Legolas,” I said to myself. “It is Legolas.”

When his horse stopped at the foot of the bridge, he dismounted as servants helped his companion—a dwarf warrior—down to the ground. Legolas slowly approached me I made my way to him. When were standing in front of one another, we both seemed lost in the sight of one another.

“Ada,” he finally said. “I told you I would return to you.”

I could not contain my joy and embraced him tightly.

“My son,” I whispered to him. “My son. Welcome home.”

I did not want to let him go. My son—my heir—was home at last. When I finally released him, beside us stood the dwarf that arrived with him. He bowed eloquently as any prince would to a king. In his face, I recognized another.

“Ada, this is Gimli, son of Glóin,” Legolas said. “He is a friend and one of the Fellowship.”

“So I have heard,” I said. “I was fortunate to have met his father not long before in Dale when I attended the burial of King Dáin of Erebor. It is an honor to meet you Gimli, son of Glóin.”

“And I you, Your Majesty,” Gimli said smiling through his wooly beard cheerfully. “You are not as fearsome as they said.”

“I am glad to hear it,” I said. I could hear Elranduil and Nimlos hiding their laughter behind me as Tarthôn approached.

“Welcome home, brother,” he said to Legolas, embracing him. “Good to have you home once more.”

“It is good to be home,” Legolas answered. “I told Gimli all about you.”

“I feel as I have known you all my life,” Gimli said. “Wait until you hear about me.”

Everyone broke into laughter.

“Are you a real dwarf,” I heard Nenduîl ask as he and Aranduil looked him over curiously.

“I hope so,” he answered. “If I am not, my father will be quite disappointed.”

“Nenduîl, Aranduil,” Ëarmîr scolded. He had arrived in time to save me from my thoughts as I recalled Durin asking me if I were a real elf.

They looked at him and then at me.

“He is a real dwarf,” I answered. “He is welcomed to stay with us as long as he would like. He is a friend of Legolas. You will behave, will you not?”

“Of course, Ada,” Nenduîl said. “We will.”

“Very well, then,” I said. “Fealuin, show our guest a place to rest. He must be weary from his travels. I wish to speak to my sons alone for a moment, if I may.”

“As you wish,” Fealuin answered as he motioned to Gimli to follow him and everyone inside.

“It is good to have my sons with me again,” I said. “Together. I am very proud of both of you and all you have done for this world and your kingdom. I do not think there is father in all of Arda as glad as me.”

“Ada has become more sentimental since I have been away,” Legolas said smiling.

“Worse,” Tarthôn said. “Far worse.”

I embraced my sons and then we made our way into palace. Everything was once again as it should be.”––Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 05-14-17.

Ooo...Galadriel, Celeborn and Galathil leave Eryn Lasgalen and Legolas returns with Gimli.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Must you leave now,” Bain asked.

“I am afraid so,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am going to miss them,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ada,” they said embracing me.

“You are home,” Tárimë said.

“Yes, I am,” I said. “Were you good?”

“I was,” Nenduîl said.

“So was I,” Tárimë said.

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

“Uncle,” I said. “Are you well?“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aurëwyn takes Thranduil to the grave of Arimë. Little Durin gives Thranduil a gift before he leaves. Thranduil returns to Mirkwood to await his last call to battle. ⚔️

Chapter XVII: A Time Before Darkness (Pt. III)

“As Legolas began to grow, so did his curiosity of all things. When I found a moment, I would walk with Êlúriel in the gardens. On most occasions, we had Tarthôn with us. Like brothers, he and Legolas reminded me of my childhood with Melros. Keeping both of them out of trees seemed to a chore for most of the court as they went from crawling to walking.

Legolas seems most adventurous—always finding his way into something or under it. His fascination with nature came from his mother, for there were times when they did not know that I watched them together communing with nature in a way I did not understand. Êlúriel adored him–little green leaf.

He was quick to learn everything—which included talking. She kept him and Tarthôn quite close. If anyone saw them they would have wondered if any mother in this world loved her children more than she loved them. There were mornings when I found them sleeping between us—as close as wolf cubs cuddled together so tightly.

Early one morning, I lay in bed thinking to myself. Êlúriel was not there as she had left me alone to perform whatever duty she felt to do. I thought it was time to begin my day when I saw the chamber doors open and shut. No one seemed to have come in. It was then that I realized that a small tuft of golden hair appeared alongside the bed.

“Legolas,” I began amused. “What brings you here so early?”

“Ada,” he said. “Up, now.”

He was is mother’s son, with a bit of his grandmother. He pulled himself up to standing and I reached over and picked him up.

“You want your Ada to get up,” I asked as I bounced him up and around.”

“Yes,” he giggled. “I want to play.” I lay him down next to me.

“Very well,” I said pointing to the long silver silk rope that rang the servants. “If you pull that, then Ada can play with Legolas.”

Immediately he crawled across my chest and reached for the cord. I caught him as he nearly fell as he grabbed it and pulled it hard. Within moments, there came a knock.

“Enter,” I said. “Quietly, if you please.” The doors slowly opened and as I feared, Legolas hid under the covers. He had yet to get used to so many people doing for us.

“It is okay, Legolas. I am here.”

I got out of bed, and was being dressed. In my mirror, I could see him peeking out from under the covers cautiously. When I was dressed, I motioned for them to leave. As they left, Legolas crawled to the end of the bed, reaching for me. I picked him up.

“Legolas ready, now,” I asked.

“Yes, Ada,” he said wrapping his arms around my neck. “Play now.”

I walked out of my chambers with my son. I was beginning to love being a father. I wondered if my father felt the same way. I knew he would have loved Legolas, of that I was certain.

In the hall, Tarthôn played with Ardôr, Orísil, Elenadar and Elenatar. Behind them was Aruilos, son of Nimlos. With his mother’s golden hair and clear grey eyes, he was as small as Legolas but determined to keep up with the older boys. Elranduil stood watching them with Nimlos, Elmîr, Aramír and Aramoth.

“Tarthôn,” Legolas squealed as he reached for him. I put him down to join the others as I approached Elranduil.

“How Legolas has grown,” Nimlos said smiling. “He reminds me some of Aranúril as his cousin.”

“Aruilos does resemble Legolas,” Aramoth said. “Though Nenloth says Arlúin reminds her of her mother, Nimduin. Is that true, Nimlos?”

“She does have much of her grandmother in her, I must say and plenty of her grandfather.”

“Has anyone seen Fëaluin,” I asked. “Do we not have things to attend in council?”

“He is with Finëar,” Aramír answered. “He still mourns and Sinomë as you know. He clings to Fëaluin for it was the death of Fínduin that took her. Linurial does her best with the twins and Nimlúin, but it has taken much from both of them.”

“Aryávë says as much,” Elmîr said quietly. “Your wife, my dear sister, speaks of it often in attendance to the Queen. A grave tragedy of the great war. I pray there are no more to come now there is peace now.”

“For now,” Nimlos whispered.

His words concerned me as he was much like Êlúriel in his visions. Before I could inquire, Fëaluin and Finëar approached with Nenduriel and several ladies.

“It is time for the children to eat and take rest,” Nenduriel said sternly as she picked up Legolas.

“No,” he screamed.

Tarthôn tried to grab Legolas but nearly pushed Nenduriel over.

“Tarthôn,” I said angrily. “Stop, now!”

He looked at me as if he were about to cry and he ran away with Ardôr, Orísil and Aruilos following. Legolas wiggled away from Nenduriel and followed them.

“Elenadar! Elenatar,” Fëaluin began. “Bring them back.” The boys quickly obeyed.

“I apologize for Tarthôn’s behavior,” I said.

“It is not your fault,” Fëaluin said.

“The other children in the court have become rather troublesome,” Nenduriel said. “They taunt him and Orísil horribly. For his young age, Legolas seems well aware of it.”

“I do not understand,” Elranduil asked concerned. “What are they saying?”

“It is no secret they are fostered,” Fëaluin said. “But the war left many without fathers themselves. They were not as fortunate as Tarthôn and Orísil, to be sure.”

“I have seen Randúmîr attempt to stop them on occasion,” Nimlos said. “But they can be cruel. Randúmîr knows well from experience.”

Without a word, I went to find my children. The meandering halls seemed to go on endlessly until I found Êlúriel with Legolas and Tarthôn in the gardens. Many children played nearby—their laughter as music in the air. Only my sons seemed distant and sad. They looked so much like me and Elranduil as children. I watched my family for a while thinking of the joy they brought to me.

“Remember when you first met Melros,” I heard Elranduil say as he joined me. “It was in this very garden so long ago.”

“I know. How can I keep my promise to him, Elranduil? I cannot keep from him his true identity forever. He will hate me for it.”

“Thranduil,” he began. “You are the only father he has ever known. Êlúriel is his mother and Legolas his brother. For now, there is no need to say anything. I spoke with Orísil. His concern is not with himself but with Tarthôn. To him, we are his family now and nothing will change that.”

“Orísil is wise beyond his years,” I said.

I noticed Tarthôn looking up at me. He looked down at the ground. My heart broke for the first time that day.

The following morning, I realized I was holding Êlúriel in my arms for the first time in a while. I kissed her neck and she turned toward me and kissed me.

“Where are the boys,” she asked.

“I do not know,” I said. “Perhaps they are in their room.”

“I have you all to myself, then,” she said.

We held each other and I kissed her. As we became more passionate, I heard the door of our chamber open. I turned over to see Legolas pulling himself onto our bed. Tarthôn stood silently by my bedside.

“How are you, Tarthôn,” I asked. “Would you like to come up here?”

“Yes, please,” he said sternly and instantly crawled across me to Êlúriel. “Nana, will you take us to the garden today?”

“Yes, please,” Legolas said bouncing at the foot of the bed.

“I will, Tarthôn, but you know should not climb over Ada.”

He looked back at me with a defiant look, as if to wonder should he apologize.

“I am fine,” I said. “Believe me, Êlúriel. I am looking forward to our mornings being disrupted by more small elven boys.”

“I want to go to the pool,” Tarthôn said talking to Êlúriel while looking at me. “Can we?”

“Am I invited,” I asked. “And is it possible for Ada and Nana to get dressed first, Tarthôn?”

“Okay.”

Legolas and Tarthôn climbed down from the bed. They pulled the silver rope together. As he did so, Êlúriel got up and put on her robe. The room quickly filled with servants—among them came Nenduriel.

“There you are, Tarthôn and Legolas,” she said. “Come, time to dress you for the day.”

“No,” he screamed and crawled under the bed. Legolas followed him. We heard them giggling with each other soon thereafter.

“Thranduil,” Nenduriel said, giving me a stern look. “If I did not know better, I would think this behavior was your doing except I just spent the morning Ardôr and Orísil and it would appear to be an inherited trait.“

I began to laugh as Êlúriel glared at me.

“Tarthôn! Legolas! You must get dressed if you want to go outside,” Êlúriel said. “Out with you both, now.”

They crawled out on her side and walked toward Nenduriel—their faces I remembered from my youth. They walked past her slowly and out the door, like little soldiers, marching angrily away. Nenduriel bowed and left. I got out of bed and was dressed. My coat was long and golden with embroidered green damask leaves robe that in summer was lighter and lined within with silver. Êlúriel came to me, dressed similarly, a golden hooded cloak around her.

“I am going to make sure Tarthôn has not driven poor Nenduriel out of her mind,” she said. “I will meet you in the hall.”

“Tarthôn would not such a thing,” I said. “He is a good child. Far more than I was and a lot like his father. I wish Melros were here to see him. He would be proud. I do not feel I deserve to be his father in place of his own. Though I love him very much.”

She took my hand and kissed it.

“Melros would have wanted you to raise his son,” she said. “You know that in your heart. He was like a brother to you, so his son is your son. Legolas adores him. It is like watching you both growing up all over again, I should think.”

“Very much so,” I said. “But I worry about him.”

She smiled at me and went her way. I looked into my mirror at myself. I was different. Time showed no sign of age except in my eyes where all hope, fear, joy and pain were held.

“You realize you are not going to get any younger,” I heard Elranduil say. “But you remain the youngest of our generation.”

I turned and saw him sitting on the end of my bed.

“Am I too young to rule,” I asked. “Too young to be a father?”

“I would not say that,” he said. “You are doing well.”

“How well can I be doing if I cannot get Legolas and Tarthôn to obey Nenduriel?”

Elranduil laughed almost to tears.

“Ardôr told them of her,” he said. “Orísil as well. Of course, I did warn my sons of her. I did not think they would say anything to yours.”

I walked over to him and lightly smacked him across his head and sat next to him.

“I should have known,” I said. “Like father, like son.”

“He is far more like his uncle than me,” he said. “If you will remember.”

I did remember—a time when I had both my parents—and all things told at night of great battles and elven heroes were lore. My friends were still together, not lost to me. Melros was gone. Fínduin was gone. This was not the world I wanted to live, much less raise two elven boys.

My chamber doors flew open and Legolas, Ardôr, Tarthôn and Orísil ran inside and over to us. Legolas and Ardôr climbed onto the bed and into their father’s laps. Ardôr had the golden hair of Elranduil and the golden grey eyes of his mother. Orísil was beginning to look more like his father, Arísil, his brown hair falling to his shoulders and his eyes the color of the sea. Tarthôn’s emerald eyes remained steady on the floor as he leaned against one of the bedposts.

“We are ready, Ada,” Ardôr said excitedly. “We are going to swim today.”

“Tarthôn told us so,” Orísil answered.

“As you wish,” Elranduil said. He rose and put his son down, took his hand and prepared to leave. “Coming?”

“I need a moment with Tarthôn,” I said. “Legolas, go with Elranduil.”

“Yes, Ada,” he said jumping down and running out of the room with Ardôr. Orísil took Elranduil’s hand quietly.

“Very well.” They left us alone.

“Come to me, Tarthôn, if you will,” I said.

He walked slowly over and stood before me. I picked him up and I sat there with Tarthôn in my lap, on his knees. He never lifted his head.

“Tarthôn, may I ask you something?”

He nodded, barely looking at me. When he lifted his head, he looked so much like Melros.

“You stopped calling me Ada,” I said. “Why is that?”

“I cannot,” he said. “You are king. That is why.”

“Who told you such a thing,” I asked.

“The other boys I see,” he said. He started to cry. “Why are you the king and not my Ada anymore?”

I held him close to me as he cried. I could see his father lying on the battlefield again. I felt the pain of losing him again. I remember his mother leaving her son in the care of his closest friends.

“I am the king,” I said. “But you are my child, Tarthôn. You always have been and always will be my son. Do not listen to what anyone says.”

“You are my Ada,” he asked, lifting his head and wiping his eyes with his sleeves.

“Of course I am, Tarthôn. I always have been.“

I feared he did not understand as he stared at me for a moment. Then he threw his arms around me and embraced me.

“Ada,” he said happily. “I love you, Ada.”

“I love you, too, son.”

I looked to see Êlúriel watching us. When Tarthôn saw her he climbed down and ran to her.

“Nana, that is my Ada,” he said and ran out of the room.

“Thranduil,” she said as I rose. “You never told me you were perfect.”

“I am your husband. You should know that by now.”

She laughed.

“Forgive me if I failed to notice, my beloved husband.”

“I will think about it, my beloved wife.“

I walked to her and kissed her. I took her hand and left to take our sons out to play.”–Excerpt from TKWR: BII The Saga of Thranduil by J.M.Miller 6-1-16

Fatherhood in Eryn Galen. It can be complicated and painful. But with the next generation of elves in the Woodland Realm, it can be beautiful. Tarthôn gets teased and Thranduil comes to the rescue. Legolas is walking and talking and very close to his brother Tarthôn and his cousins, Ardôr, Orísil, and Aruilos. The past will return to haunt them soon enough. For now, there is peace.⚔

😏Yeah, at this point, a score sheet would be nice. Even I have to use one now.