Jaynaé Marie

Chapter XI: The Alliance of Elves, Men and Dwarves (Pt. I)

We spent most of the day on maneuvers and by the fall of night, as we rested from the day, a familiar call came to us.

“It is time,” Eldôr said quietly. “Your presence is required at the meeting of the Alliance.”

Nimlos and Elranduil eagerly made their way out of our tent with Fínduin not far behind. I rose slowly and made my way into the darkness with Melros, Fëaluin, Amroth and Elmîr. Eldôr followed in silence.

“It is such a beautiful night for such a solemn occasion,” Fëaluin remarked looking upon the men, elves and dwarves in their camps.

I noticed that night was unusually dark for the time of the year. The stars above seemed far brighter as to be watching what had grown to be thousands more warriors—dwarves and men had joined what once was a field full of elves. We said nothing as we continued toward the tent of the Gil-galad.

Upon our approach to the tent of Gil-galad, we stopped as an elf stood before us with a man. The ef was tall with long light golden hair and what appeared to be the grey eyes of the Sindar beneath the lantern light. The man had long hair as well, yet it was deep earthen color. His green eyes seemed to reflect a commanding, yet kind presence. Eldôr came forward and stood before us.

“Im Elenorn o Falas,” the elf said. “You must be Eldôr. This is Adanor, from Arnor.”

“Is everyone in attendance,” Eldôr asked. “Now that we have arrived?”

“Yes,” Adanor answered. “And I fear it will be a long evening.”

They turned and the guards opened pulled back the flaps of the brightly lit tent. It was quite large—it had to be for many had filled it. At a long table sat Gil-galad, Elrond, Círdan, Elendil, my father, Amdir, and Durin.

“Mae govannen,” Elrond said. “Allow me to introduce King Elendil and his son, Isildur. Elendil, have you met Thranduil, son of Oropher and Elranduil, son of Eldôr.”

“It is a pleasure,” Elendil said rising with his son standing not to far from where we had entered. “This is Isildur.

I noticed of the two men, the younger, Isildur seemed uncomfortable. His brown hair was disheveled around the nape of his neck and he said nothing as he looked around the room with an air of arrogance.

“The pleasure is ours, Your Majesty,” I said bowing. He had a gentle face with soft blue eyes and and aging brown hair. He motioned to the other man.

“Yes, you Highness,” Isildur said. “This is a pleasure.”

I noticed my father’s expression change drastically. I could see what issue he seemed to have with Isildur. He would keep these things to himself, for now was a time of alliance and there was no room for divisions—no matter our differences.

“Where is Brendîr and Arísil,” Amdir asked.

As we found a place to settle, two elves and the man I saw earlier in the day entered and bowed.

“I am here, Your Majesty,” Arísil said. “Many apologies for my lateness, for I just arrived from Lórien and Galdor and Brendîr were kind enough to bring me to you.”

Arísil, had long golden brown hair and eyes the color of the sea. His beauty outshined his companions tenfold. Galdor had golden hair as the halo of the sun with grey eyes. They found their places and so it began—the meeting of the alliance.

“Now we can begin as all are here,” Gil-galad said as he sat behind a great table and covered with maps and scrolls. All the rulers sat around him and their council behind. As for the rest of us, we gathered stood around the think fabric walls of the tent.

“You have long known what I think of this war,” Father began. “It will cover this world in the blood of this Alliance for generations, but this evil must be brought down or there will be no peace in Arda.”

“I agree,” said Durin. “And I have seen those demons grown in number from Moria. Their numbers are far greater than ours but nothing compares to Sauron’s greatest secret.”

“Secret,” Círdan asked. “What secret could he have that the elves have not known for centuries?”

“Have you not heard in the skies the pitched screams of dragons, Círdan, he asked. “That is not just a creature from the darkness that void from which evil rises. That is the servant of Sauron. The Witch King of Angmar.”

“We know well of that creature,” Elrond said. “For some time.”

“Perhaps but along the river Anduin ride the dark riders,” one dwarf said. His long golden white hair fell longer than the other dwarves and his beard as long. “They are under the command of evil to do its bidding.”

Suddenly, I remembered what Êlúriel had said to me. As a child she had seen men that seemed to be cast into a spell. They were souls lost to Sauron—once great kings, now doomed to do his bidding for eternity.

“You speak of the Úlairi, Andvári,” Elendil said quietly.

All feel quiet. Gil-galad and Círdan looked down at their hands for a moment. Glorfindel stepped forward. Amroth lowered his head.

“He has come for you,” Glorfindel said as he approached the kings. “Where is the Nenya?”

“With Galadriel in the West.” Amdir said. “We must defeat Sauron this time for nine kings are under the control of something that can control more than the mortal soul.”

“His power has no affect on the elves,” Círdan said.

“For now, for he has not the strength,” Amdir said. “But if we do not destroy that which he has created, Arda will lie in great peril. Ring or not. He is gaining much strength but we can destroy him for he has not reached his full power.“–Excerpt from the TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil by J.M.Miller 3-14-16

This is the hardest chapter to get through. I won't sugarcoat it. We have come to serious issues and deciding how much you are able to handle is hard to decide and put together.😕