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One Last Time: The Saga of Thranduil Download

I’m proud to present one last time: Both versions of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil by Me (J. Marie Miller).

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Chapter X: The King Under the Mountain  (Pt. III)

“Morning came without much change from the day we had left Eryn Galen. We were miles away from the palace now—heading closer to the southern borders. Trees still swayed above us in a gentle breeze and birds sang their song under the sunless sky. My thoughts were not my own. I tried to think of Êlúriel but as we moved further to the forest’s end, my mind wandered.

Upon arriving at the borders, several of the marchwardens bowed as we rode into the clearing and out of the woodland realm. I did not have a moment’s thought when I realized we were out of the forest and into near barren land. It was an empty field as far as one could see. The trees were few but the ominous sight directly in our path stole what beauty there may have been.

“Mordor,” Elranduil said as he rode alongside me. “Still far from us but its evil I feel from here.”

We continued our journey for sometime before in the distance, a lone rider approached. Father motioned for us to stop. Amdir rode over to my father and whispered to him. As the rider grew closer, I noticed it was Glorfindel of Imaldris. Amroth came alongside me with a look of annoyance.

“I could think of anyone else to send save Glorfindel,” he said quietly as he approached and stopped before us.

“Your Majesties,” he said reverently. “We are but a half day’s ride to where Gil-galad and Elrond await.”

“And what of Círdan,” Amdir asked. “How long are to wait for him to come from the Falas?”

“He sent word ahead with Galdor to Elrond before his departure. He should one day hence.”

“Very well, then,” Father answered. “You are riding back with us I am to suppose?”

“If you wish,” Glorfindel said glancing at me and Elranduil.

“Glorfindel has found favor with Elrond,” Amroth whispered. “This surely must distract Erestor greatly for his demeanor can only tolerate so much incessant flattery. He is a brave sort, though.”

“When his lips are not moving, I would gather,” Elranduil whispered. Amroth tried to hide his amusement.

“I remember,” I said. “When he came to court, he did not impress Father. Though nothing impress King Oropher. I often think he was born difficult.”

Amroth smiled as father gave the command. As we began, Glorfindel rode to us and positioned his horse next to Amroth.

“His name is Asfaloth,” he said. “He moves swiftly when need be.”

“He is very handsome,” I said. It was the first thought that came to me. Elranduil tried not to laugh.

“Mine is Hîthuin,” Amroth said. “He moves swiftly as well. If need be.”

Elranduil looked at me and shook his head. I was grateful nothing more was said, but our ride together for the rest of the day was contentious at best. By dusk, we could see the camps of the great Noldorin Army. Lanterns lit a field like a makeshift palace. When we stopped, a lean, blonde elf with silver eyes approached us as we dismounted and squires took our horses. Upon closer notice, I realized there were men among the elves.

“The Men from the West,” Glorfindel said. “They rode with us from Imaldris. Most come from Arnor. The ones from Gondor we will meet on the field of battle.”

“Eldûmír, Galdúmîr,” father began. “Set up for the night. Eldôr, Finëar, Sírnên, remain. Where is Sildúr, Ninuir and Aradin?”

The three men approached swiftly, bowing to father as Amdir came forth and stood beside him.

“Nimlos, Melros, Elmîr, Fëaluin, Fínduin,” Galdúmîr called. “Túlelyë!”

They arrived just as we were approached by three elves. Before walked a tall elf with sharp eyes of glass and long dark hair. He approached my father with a warm smile.

“Mae govannen,” he said bowing. “I am Erestor of Imaldris. It is good to see you have had a safe journey.”

From behind him, graceful and noble elf with long brown hair and deep blue eyes walked over to my father and Amdir. He wore robes of gold and blue and upon his head, his crown of gold with a blue gem at it center.

“Oropher,” he said. “It has been many years since I have seen you. I have missed you. Amdir.”

“Gil-galad,” Father said. “Time has been good to you, my friend.”

“Perhaps under fairer circumstances, we could speak of better days,” Amdir said.

“Yes, Amdir,” Gil-galad answered and he motioned the last elf to him. “I am in agreement.”

The last elf came forward and bowed to father. His eyes crisp as day, soft long hair the color of newly tilled earth.

“Oropher,” the elf said. “It is a pleasure to see you once more. And you as well, Amdir.”

“For me as well, Elrond,” Father said as he motioned to me and Elranduil. “This is my son Thranduil, and my nephew Elranduil, son of Eldôr.”

At that moment, I wanted to disappear. I was standing before greatness—before the High Elven Kings of Arda; legends of childhood tales—and I was unremarkably small and without merit. I bowed quickly and stepped as far as I could between my father and Amdir. Elrond stepped forward to me.

“Thranduil, it is a pleasure,” Elrond said. “Come, Thranduil, Amroth, Elranduil. We should find this time to make acquaintance before tomorrow. Glorfindel. Crestor.“

“Erestor is quite serious,” Glorfindel whispered to me. “I must warn you.”

“Yes, he is, Glorfindel,” Elrond answered smiling. “I rather prefer him that way.”

Amroth laughed. We walked toward another of another tent and two guards bowed as we entered. A table covered in scrolls sat as its center with a few chairs placed around. Elrond offered us a seat as Erestor stood beside Elrond as he sat behind the table.

“What news have you from Moria,” Amroth asked impatiently. “Is it rumor or will the King Under the Mountain commit to battle?”

“You have never been one to be hesitant,” Elrond said. “It is true, Amroth. King Durin III will come on his word. You know well as I that he has been a good friend to the elves. Why would you question his loyalty?”

“I do not question his loyalty, Elrond,” he answered. “I question this war. Though there is need of it, when there are men, even King Durin may find reason for hesitation.”

“I have his word the king himself join us,” he said motioning to Glorfindel. “Bring him to me.”

Glorfindel left the tent. We sat around wondering whom would enter with Glorfindel upon his return. Soon, we had our answer. A short armor-clad dwarf appeared. It was obvious he was not royal, but a messenger, perhaps, sent ahead from Moria. His long brown hair was braided and his beard flowed down his face to his chest.

“Elrond,” he said. “I am impressed with the numbers of soldiers I see. This will please his Majesty.”

“Everyone,” Elrond said standing as the dwarf turned toward us. “This is Aûrvar of Khazâd-dûm. He is part of the Council of King Durin. The youngest, I believe.”

“You flatter me,” he said. “And who might I be looking at?”

We stood up. I felt odd being so much taller than this dwarf that was addressing us.

“I am Amroth, son of Amdir of Lorien,” Amroth said. “It is a pleasure.”

“I am Elranduil, son of Eldôr of Eryn Galen,” Elranduil said.

All eyes fell upon me. I was still fascinated by this creature and nearly forgot myself until he spoke to me.

“You must be Thranduil, son of Oropher, then,” Aûrvar said to me, bowing. “It is a pleasure.”

“You know of me,” I asked in awe. “How is that possible?”

“I may live under a Mountain, Your Highness, but I do come from beneath it quite often. I know Oropher quite well. And I know Meláze gave you a gift before your departure. Requested and generously given by King Durin himself.”

“Thank you,” I said looking at the ground.

“If I may,” Aûrvar asked turning toward Elrond. “I have yet to see Elendil or his son Isildur. Are they not with their men?”

“They are with Gil-galad, Amdir and Oropher. We await King Durin as well as Círdan.”

“They came with Elrond and Gil-galad,” Erestor answered. “There is time enough until then.”

“Well,” Aûrvar said finding a seat. “What is there to do until then? You realize that ahead of King Durin, Jári will come and he is not one for patience. I love him, but my brother can be a bit wily if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, I understand,” Elrond said smiling as he sat down. “But a good warrior stands ready to fight always.”

“He must have born ready,” Aûrvar said. “He has been fighting me since childhood.”

Everyone laughed and the tension had left. I found myself intrigued with this dwarf and wondered if there were others as jovial and wise.”–Excerpt from TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil by J.M.Miller 3-6-16

The first dwarf steps from under the mountain. Aûrvar the youngest of Durin's council of dwarves arrived ahead of his brother Jári and the King. Prior to this, Oropher and Amdir introduce the younger generation to the legendary Gil-galad and Elrond. As they await Círdan from the Falas, when all are ready, there will be a war.😳😱

Chapter X: The King Under the Mountain (Pt. II)

“Once I knew Eryn Galen was long behind, I glanced back. It had disappeared behind the forest as we made our way Southward. There was a haunting silence as we walked through the forest—not a word was spoken for some time. I rode alongside my father, Elranduil, Eldôr, Amdir and Amroth.

“Thranduil,” my father finally said. “Ride ahead with me.”

We parted from the army short distance so to have our privacy.

“Yes, Father,” I asked.

“It has been some time since we have taken a ride together,” he began. “Though it had always been under fairer circumstances. I am sworn by duty to protect you.”

“Mother told you to do so.”

“Yes, but also, you are my only son. I would not hesitate to protect you even if she had not asked this of me. This will be unlike anything you will ever come against in battle. And if not defeated, you will find yourself fighting this evil in one form or another.”

“What is it this thing,” I asked. “I only remember what I was told in my youth and it frightened me.”

“It is far worse than what you were told then,” he said. “Far worse. We spoke of it hoping that it had been put away for good and had become a distant memory. It breeds upon the  worst of us. It survives on the darkest thoughts and desires. It feeds upon the weak minded. On those who desire power. Morgoth gives to them what they want but takes their soul in return. Death is their only recourse. Some of us will not return to Eryn Galen.”

We rode on in silence. I suddenly felt ill. I wanted to return home but I had become disoriented. I hear a small tap within my armor. It was then I remembered Êlúriel had given me her wedding ring. I realized that I had left mine with her unintentionally, but I was glad for I knew she would carry it with her all the time once she found it.

Time seemed to move slower as the sun moved across the sky from dawn to midday—eventually finding the western horizon. We were barely out of the Rhovanion, but at the borders of Eryn Galen were long since past.

“We rest here tonight,” Father said. “Rest. We march again at first light.” Soon, the long silence was broken and elves began speaking with each other and camps were being set up. As if it were joyful atmosphere, lanterns began to light throughout the forest as night fell and soldiers look as themselves. I felt better once I was able to remove my armor. I felt myself again.

I shared a tent with those I spent my childhood: Elranduil, Melros, Fëaluin and Fínduin. With us was Elmîr, Nimlos and Amroth. I had made that request of Father and he indulged me, though his tent not more than three or four paces behind.

“I miss Arandil already,” Melros said. “She promised not to give birth until I returned from war. She is not too far along, but I expect to be a father upon my return.”

“So will I,” Elranduil said as he leaned against a post looking into the darkness. “I hope this does not last long.“

“Fëaluin and Fínduin are most fortunate,” Nimlos said. “They had their children before we left. Must you do everything together?”

“Not everything,” Fínduin said. “Just most things. That was pure coincidence, my friend. But I am glad that Sinomë has her brothers with her. Protecting her and the kingdom.”

“Well I will return a father as you, Melros,” Nimlos said quietly. “Sildúriel did not wish for me to know, but Nenloth told me not long before we left.”

“You never told us,” Elmîr said. “That is wonderful news, Nimlos.”

“I did not say as much for my sister had just given birth,” he answered. “We left far too soon for me to say much of anything of it. But now, what I am most curious about are these Men we join in battle. I have never seen one before.”

“I have met them,” Amroth said as he rested on his bed. “Often in Imladris. You know that Lord Elrond is a peredhel as was his twin brother. Elros. I know of Isildur, the one that rides from the West with Gil-galad and his father Elendil. I am not fond of him, but his brother Anárion I find honorable as his father.”

“I believe I saw a man once,” Nimlos said. “I dare not approach him. My mother once warned me of them. She had a fear of them I did not understand.“

“They age differently,” Fínduin said. “But they die with age, unlike us. They can only live so long before they die.”

“Everyone knows that, Fínduin,” Fëaluin said. “They are men. Though their maidens are more bearable. At least by sight.”

“How would you know,” Elranduil asked. “You have never left Eryn Galen until this day! How would you know what they look like?”

“I know how they look,” Nimlos said. “For the brother of my uncle’s wife married one. Sirurial, was her name. She left us before we came into Eryn Galen. She was quite beautiful from what I remember.”

“Many apologies,” Amroth said. “If our words have offended, Nimlos.”

He smiled and nodded. He looked toward me.

“Thranduil,” Nimlos said. “You are quiet tonight. Are you well?”

“I miss Êlúriel,” I said quietly. “No more.”

I waited for laughter or a jest at my expense, but there was silence.

"I do not want to fight,” Melros said angrily. "I have not the heart to fight the battles of my forefathers.”

“You will fight and with honor,” Galdúmîr said as he walked into our tent. “Fínduin. Fëaluin. Come with me. Your Highnesses,” he said bowing. His sons hurried away with their father into the darkness.

“He is right,” Elranduil began, “But I am not forced to do so joyously.”

“Galdúmîr loves nothing more than a good fight,” Melros said. “He cares not where it is. He is a born warrior. As my father. I cannot say as much for his sons. Fëaluin and Fínduin is far more diplomatic. I think they inherited that from Eleniâth.”

“There will be no negotiating with this evil,” Nimlos said. “I have seen its power. Ravaging land after land, destroying all in its path. Those fortunate to survive are left with little to nothing. It was this same evil that took my mother and my father. I fight against it for them.”

Everyone looked at the ground. I knew well Melros was ashamed of his words. Elranduil was as his father, Eldôr—thinking about what strategic position we would take. I was thinking about Êlúriel and if I would keep my promise to her.

Fëaluin returned alone not long after. He sat down at the end of his cot without saying a word.

“What is the matter,” I asked.

“We will meet with those that come from the West two days hence,” he said. “Not long from Moria where we will join the armies of Durin. I heard it from Eldôr as he was speaking with King Oropher and Father. It does not feel right to me. Not that the dwarves have joined this battle but their entry into it means this no longer is a fight that comes before elves and men. It affects the whole of Arda. I do not like this, Thranduil.”

“I do not like wars,” Amroth said quietly. “I have heard too many things of them to find any valor in them. But there are times they are needed. This is one of those times. But that does not take me farther away from the fear of fighting against such evil.”

“Rest, everyone,” Nimlos said. “We need as much as we can get.”

I walked out of the tent and looked around. Things had begun to quiet down as a full moon shone from above between several lingering clouds. Fínduin walked toward me.

“Thinking of Êlúriel,” he said. “I would not think any less of you if you were.”

“Yes,” I said. “I have not stopped thinking of her since the day I met her. I just want make it home to see her again.”

“I know,” he said. “I miss Sinomë. After Nimlúin was born, she told me that upon my return she wanted to give me a son. A son. I love my daughter. Should I return, all I want is to be there for what I already have. There would be plenty of time for sons, but if victory does not come for us any sons I had would be sent to slaughter.”

He looked at me sadly and went inside the tent. It would not be until I was king and had a son of my own that his words had meaning. I pulled from beneath my shirt Êlúriel’s ring. I thought of her face, her silken hair and her eyes. There was no greater desire for me than to live to see her again. I would fight just for that reason alone.”–Excerpt from TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil by J.M.Miller 3-5-16

War is on the horizon. Away from home, boys will become men but only one will return as King.🕸 That should be an obvious clue.

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One of MANY Updates: Be Prepared. Chapter X has Changed Slightly.

(I would like to say I was missing for a moment due to an injury. Absolutely irritating because it was to my left hand and when you are ambidextrous, one injured finger gets in the way of progress. Also, keeping it elevated and taking medicine forced me to sleep–something I never do well, thus my incredibly charming demeanor–that at times can be as fictional as this tale, I apologize.)

BOOK CHANGES:

Due to the fact that something new always seems to arise (this time with the House of Durin), I had to make a slight change. Though I believe the DEADLINE for completion of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil will be made on time (and it is set which is why I was able to prepare for the coming of the blog of Book III: Beyond Eryn Galen either before or on that date (TBA), I must keep things as Middle Earth Historically accurate as possible. It is a small change, but important–and as usual has a surprise twist no one but Tolkien could have thought of without expanding on it–which he did not. Later. It is mind-blowing. It also affects Book I: The History of Eryn Galen (where it will be in detail).

In other words, I have now 18 Chapters instead of 17 (if I even updated it that far prior to now–hard between three websites sometimes). So, it begins. Again.

Book II: The Saga of Thranduil (Chapter Titles) (BOOK I of BOOK II) Chapter I: I am Thranduil* Chapter II: Passing of Seasons* Chapter III: Awakening* Chapter IV: Love in Eryn Galen* Chapter V: Starlight and Fire Moon (Silme ar Nárisil)* Chapter VI: Son of the King* Chapter VII: Wedding of the Ages* Chapter VIII: Winds of War* Chapter IX: The Last Days in Eryn Galen* Chapter X: The King Under the Mountain Chapter XI: The Alliance of Elves, Men and Dwarves Chapter XII: The March to Dagorlad Chapter XIII: War of the Last Alliance Chapter XIV: Return to Eryn Galen Chapter XV: King of the Woodland Realm Chapter XVI: Legolas Lasgalen (BOOK II of BOOK II) Chapter XVII: Losing Êlúriel Chapter XVIII: Mirkwood

Those are the ones for now. *Means chapters already posted. I do believe at this moment, I have everyone of those chapters ready and/or rearranging for any changes. It will be far longer than 18–for Book II ends with Legolas leaving for the Fellowship (at the appropriate time–which, point of fact, might surprise you when it happens specifically).–J.

Oh, goody. Changes. Only the next chapter has a new title because I added another chapter. So there are 18 now.😏 Be glad I didn't try to explain the first 70 elves. That would be cruel. Wait until I have to explain it alongside the dwarves. And men. 😋

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STUFF NO ONE WILL READ: THE TKWR WRITINGS–THE HISTORY

“Dusk has fallen, gone with the sun, my heart is open though tears do run. There are many tales I have to tell, but none so beautiful as Êlúriel.”–Thranduil

The Writings: A collection of letters, journal entries, poems, prophecies and lyrical things that were too numerous to put into an already 300 page story–and it is only in the first ¼ of the story–about the life of Thranduil.

After the death of his wife by an orc in 1050 T.A., Thranduil falls into a deep sadness–a grief that would have killed any other elf, but he pulled himself out of it for the sake of his sons (he raised his best friend’s son after he died in the War of the Last Alliance) and his people to become Mirkwood’s Greatest King.

But away from his throne, like his father and his grandfather, he took to pen and wrote many things. He also kept everything his wife wrote close to his heart. His greatest composition written in his wife’s lifetime, “Starlight and Fire Moon” was not only romantic, it was prophetic as in Book III: Beyond Eryn Galen, the son of the Everstar is born of his wife’s cousin’s daughter–a human maiden named Súlelenth married to Êlenuil, son of Aranduil, the last heir of Eryn Galen (before it was Eryn Lasgalen). He finds out that the mother of Arilúve Êlenuilion is Arândî, a peredhel (half-elven) daughter of Gildúr, brother to Aranúril, mother of Êlúriel and a Nandor of Ossiriand that married a mortal woman named Sirurial from Brethil. Arândî gave up her immortality when she fell in love with Haldúir from Esgaroth. (This will be explained in due course–it is as complicated as it sounds: then add the canonical genealogy–insanity on top of insanity).

Being as Arilúve Êlenuilion was born on elven Starsday (Elenya), Thranduil, now raising him as his mother died in childbirth and her grief-stricken husband sails away to the Undying lands, calls him Elenya. As Thranduil was born on elven Moonsday (Isilya), his mother Queen Nimeithel called him Isilya as a child. Thus Starlight and Fire Moon are reunited.

“Starlight and Fire Moon at rising where under Heaven lovers play, There on hilltops’ grassy knolls as dew their passion stay. When tears of misty morning rise and desires turn to frost. The love of Starlight and Fire Moon remains forever lost.”–Thranduil to Êlúriel

There are more things like the Medieval Minstrel Tradition at play. The ambiguous character known as The Minstrel of the Rhovanion has a few things to sing about Eryn Galen and what goes on there

“If ever there be a tale to tell upon this day I feel It would be that Mirkwood and its great king Thranduil. Where it is no one knows and few will dare to find But tangled in dark deadly thorns is his kingdom left behind.”–The Minstrel of the Rhovanion

I was inspired by the tales of Robin Hood from childhood as well as my Medieval studies in college. My first degree is in English with emphasis on Shakespearean and Chaucerian Literature (with a mix of English Literature). I enjoyed any European literature as far back as Beowulf and the Arthurian tales, so spinning a yarn was fun while being serious.

I realized I had far too much and didn’t want to end up with a door stop like my copy of Lord of the Rings, I decided to put them in the door stop separately. Also included are The Journals of Legolas, The Letters of Thranduil and Êlúriel as well as what is called I Trenarn o Legolas Lasgalen Thranduilion (which in Sindarin means The Complete Saga of Legolas Lasgalen Son of Thranduil). There are also wisdom teachings (Wisdom of Starlight, Wisdom of Fire and The Soul of Memory) as well as prophecies included–separate from the Legendarium.

“He will be the only one of the Teleri that carries the generations of all elves from our sundering to our departure into the Undying Lands at the end of the Third Age. He has yet to come into this world, but when he does, the time of the elves will not be ended.”

Yes, The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm is a fan fiction that has some original aspect while staying true to the canonical and reminding you of some things that have always been but never told. A labor of love, inspired a voice in the depths of hopelessness, Tolkien once again is the prophet to my fate:

“Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.”—J.R.R. Tolkien

I love my work and I will complete it for I haven’t stopped working since I started 7 months ago.–J.

At long last, there lies behind the mists a story to be told A tale lost within deep forest amidst the trees of old Along ancient hills and valleys a great kingdom did arise It once stood above the mountains against the clear blue skies Within its borders there lived a people brave and strong But it was cast aside by time and their story was lost too long. Within a forest paradise, this great elven kingdom once stood Known to all by many names but feared by all as Mirkwood.–The Minstrel of the Rhovanion

More stuff no one will read. Too detailed. We get into prophecy, a Tom Bombadil type character, another section of the book full of stuff. Nothing to see here. Maybe my father was right. Just wasting my time. But I love it. That's all that matters.😔💤 I should sleep. I work too much. For love.❤️💛💚💙💜💔📝

Chapter IX: Last Days in Eryn Galen (Part III)

The next morning I walked alone toward our northern borders. Êlúriel had left before dawn with my mother to tend to courtly duties. I had things to attend—insuring the safety of the borders while we were away in battle. As I stood on top the hill looking into the forest trees remembering the day when Êlúriel entered Eryn Galen and my heart. Where I stood, we were wedded. The sun seemed to shine dimmer despite the clear skies.

“I thought I might find you here,” I heard Fëaluin say from behind. “This is the place where we came in childhood and where you grew up and fell in love.”

“I will leave it soon,” I said. “I know not whether I will return. Of all the things in this world I could lose, it cannot be Êlúriel. Should I die, she would follow. Our souls lost forever never to again to be together. That is worse than death.”

“You have yet to march into battle,” he said. “How do you know what will come? There is nothing known for sure in life except that we are born, we can die or sail into the west. Though, not even from certain death elves can escape. When, is not for us to know.”

“Have you seen what we must face, Fëaluin,” I asked desperately. “Have you seen that evil flowing from that place? It is far darker than told us in our youth. The horror pulsates from a blackness no heart should know.”

“I know well where we go, Thranduil. Mordor. The Black Gates. From where all shadow rises. I have seen it many times. Once when I was with father and Fínduin. I am not going to say I do not fear where we go, but I will not worry the outcome of what is unknown. Facing this evil is something we must do. We have no choice.”

We stood there for a moment in silence. I thought of many things I had done as child growing up in the forests with my friends. How quickly the world we knew had changed. We had lost our innocence to the realities of the world beyond our borders.

“Fëaluin,” we heard a voice say. It was Melros. “I think you should come with me.”

“Why, Melros,” he asked. “Something amiss?”

“Not that I am aware,” he said. “Should I tell Linurial you are not available to see her at this time? Yes, I will tell her this. And your two sons to which she gave birth.”

I looked at Fëaluin. He seemed to fall into a trance. Melros was trying hard not to laugh at him.

“Twin sons,” I said smiling. “Well, let me be the first to congratulate you and Linurial.”

“Twins,” he said, looking between me and Melros, finally breaking into a smile. “I have two sons.”

“Yes,” Melros said. “That is what Eleniâth has told me. I would suspect she would know as she attended Linurial.”

“Let us go,” I said. “For there is some good to celebrate.”

We began to walk toward the palatial kingdom that lay before us. It seemed as if I had never seen it before. I tried to keep my mind on what was good in the moment, but I knew it would not last much longer. Our time to leave was growing closer and our lives would change our eternity.

“I just learned that Arandil is with child, Thranduil,” Melros whispered to me on our way. “She has been so for a time but she swore me to secrecy.”

“Why would she keep such joyous news from the kingdom,” I asked. “That is pleasant news, Melros. Especially in these times.”

He stopped me as Fëaluin met his brother and led him away. Melros seemed to have fallen into despair.

“She is afraid I will not return,” he said. “She and my mother think I will not return. I know I will, Thranduil. If not on my feet, then upon my shield.”

“Do not say such things, Melros,” I said. “You will return to them.”

“If I do not,” he began. “Will you do me an honor, my friend?”

“Anything.”

“Take care of the child she carries,” he said, his green eyes filling with tears. “I know Arandil. She will not stay if I am gone. Mother has already swore to my father that she will follow Arandil into Aman should he not return alive. My son will need a father.”

“I will do anything for you,” I said. “But you will return. You must. If you are so sure you will have a son.”

He smiled, brightening the moment again as we began to walk toward the palace.

“It will be a son, Thranduil. I am the only son of Eldûmír and Aralómë. I come from a line of only sons. I have decided his name.”

“What might you call your son,” I asked.

“His name will be Tarthôn,” he said proudly. “Arandil has agreed.”

“And if it is a daughter?”

“It will be a son, Thranduil,” he said confidently. “I can feel it. I know it. And he will be a good son.”

“I am sure he will be, Melros.”

I would not remember his words until I returned to my kingdom saw for myself the son he would never know. Later, as night fell, I spoke briefly to Fëaluin beneath the colonnade. He was overjoyed that Linurial had twin boys.

“When will you come see the boys, Thranduil,” he asked excitedly. “They are beautiful. I have named them Elenadar and Elenatar. Father is beside himself. His first born grandsons. I fear King Oropher will have him exiled for talking about them so much.”

“I would not worry about that,” I laughed. “But how will you tell them apart?”

“I have not thought of that,” he said. “That is going to be hard. They are identical.”

As we stood together, Êlúriel came toward us.

“Your Highness,” Fëaluin said, bowing. “Linurial sends her gratitude.”

“I was glad to be of assistance,” she said graciously. “Your sons are beautiful and you are quite blessed.”

He bowed and took his leave. She looked at me and kissed me as gentle as the night.

“I saw the twins, today,” she said. “I was there when they came into the world.”

“It must hurt you,” I said. “To know I leave you without a part of me. As Elranduil, Fëaluin, Melros and Fínduin.”

“It does not bother me, Thranduil,” she said. “I want you to be here when the time comes for your heir to come into this world. I do not want you to be in battle. The thought of your son losing his father. What would I have to say to him of a father he never knew?”

I smiled at her, thinking about Melros.

“I would want to be here,” I said. “But how would you know it would be a son?“

“It will be a son,” she said, her voice sounding far different than I remembered. “You will have a son, and he will do a great many things that will be known throughout Arda. Your son will be known by kings of men.”

Suddenly she seemed to return from where she was for a moment. She smiled at me and kissed me again. She took my hand.

“Êlúriel, are you well,” I asked. “You seem different tonight.”

“I am fine, Thranduil. Come with me. We do not have many nights left together.”

We walked toward the palace in silence. I could not get what she had said out of my mind—much less how she had spoken. It was haunting. As we continued on our way, I wondered to myself who was this beautiful creature I had married and how blessed I was to have found her.”–Excerpt from TKWR: BII The Saga of Thranduil by J.M.Miller 2-26-16

Though war looms within days, there is some good news for Eryn Galen: Melros and Arandil are expecting, Fëaluin and Linurial have twin sons, Elenadar and Elenatar. His brother Fínduin and his wife Sinomë are expecting and Elranduil and his wife Ardúin are expecting. Thranduil's wife, Êlúriel tells him that he will have a son that "will be known by kings of men.”

I have to look like someone cares. Pardon the intrusion. Chapter IX is almost done. Surprisingly, I've written a book longer than the Hobbit about one of its characters that is on all of at least 5 pages of the original book, mentioned little in 21 volumes and three novels less than 5 times (approximately) without changing a thing. Wish I had people who cared about accomplishment. This would be a good one. As you were--not paying me any mind. I gave up caring.

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He Who Read it Felt It: Thranduil’s Passionate Side (Why he loves so intensely)

Before another word goes up here, the question on people’s minds if they have read most of TKWR from the time Thranduil has an intense moment with Êlúriel in the garden to the the last post knows that Thranduil is extraordinarily passionate–emotionally and physically. I do not know about the “question” thing so this is as good a place as any to tell the story of Thranduil’s passion–and there will be more. At the expense of starting something, I will just say now that shit is about to get real.

When I first contemplated Thranduil as a protagonist in his own story, the first thing I noticed is my overwhelming desire to smack the hell out of the Peter Jackson version (portrayed by actor Lee Pace). He was a little prick, pardon my expression. However, in a moment when he wasn’t, I figured out why he was annoying the hell out of me and why the 70s elf looked like he did. First the 70s frog man: It was during the time of Puff the Magic Dragon and for all intensive purposes, frog man was a subtle way of saying “he is a 6200 year old virgin and pissed off about it”. 

Now gorgeous humanoid version created by Jackson: That was accidental because it began to be another Legolas fest until the first 3 seconds of the opening of “The Unexpected Journey” and the world got an Unexpected Surprise–the hottest elf ever imagined in the history of all elves from the dawn of time and so it was that girls drooled, the world forgot all about the book, the frog and Legolas forcing Jackson to start promoting the sexiest elf alive who we could SEE having sex and having a kid.

Well, once I realized he was little shit because he missed the love of his life, creating the love of his life was a priority, but still, Thranduil was a handful–not because of age, but he had seen horror after horror and he had become hardened because of it. But I knew somewhere he wasn’t always that way. But where to find the soft side of Thranduil?

I looked everywhere. I watched the six films back to back. I couldn’t find it even in Legolas because I knew he was far more like his mother. Then I got once again photobombed by none other than Ned the Piemaker from “Pushing Daisies”. Now at the time, this bashful, seemingly innocuous dreamy eyed, cherubic rosy cheeked clumsy kid didn’t seem reasonable. Until you see outtakes of Pace on the set, then it came to me–the part of him that was human and somewhat easy to take was already there. Lee Pace. As an actor, no matter what they say, they are always part of their character. It only takes the smallest drop of themselves and the character is born regardless of direction.

But the passion? That came from Pace one day while I was doing something unrelated as usual. I knew how I wanted Thranduil to be and he literally said what I was thinking: “He’s an exquisite thing, but he’s wild and dangerous because of his wildness—not because he’s evil, because he’s wild … His understanding of love is different. It’s more profound. It’s deeper. His understanding of pain is more profound. He is tough and cold at heart like a diamond. But he is also sensitive … not a leaf moves in that forest that he doesn’t feel.” Lee Pace on Thranduil. (THANK YOU, LEE PACE)

Noticing his personal emphasis on how Thranduil understands love–more profound and deeper (had he put more of a point on it whoever doing the interview would just let him have his way). How deep did I have to go?

That was based on who he loved. With the creation of Êlúriel, that was where I found it. She couldn’t be just beautiful–she had to get to him to the point he was vulnerable. Funny how the first thing Thranduil says about her was that she was “exquisite” which actually I wrote before I knew Pace described Thranduil the same way.

From that moment, being next to each other stole the breath out of them. Every look, touch, breath was enhanced. They were like magnets. Yet remembering, Tolkien’s passion was a little less “passionate”, what you would normally detail, I had to elude to–which was hard because nearly EVERY time they do something, I have rewrite it over and over and over again until it is less than a line long. I write love scenes in excruciating detail–something people would LOVE to read but won’t. I have to narrow details you would not believe down into a sentence. Their wedding night went through at least 2 months of rewrites to be intensely vague while being passionately Thranduil. It is something that continues to this day because sometimes, I write a scene and they are all over one another without a thought. Right now, it is the newlywed syndrome.

When he returns from war, he has what we would call PTSD and needs time. He doesn’t go to his wife right away. It takes time, but as soon as he is coronated, he finally releases the passion he once had–and we conceive Legolas (ironically, the war and end of it to the coronation and the conception of Legolas actually fit Tolkien’s chronology so well, it was then TKWR began to turn into something resembling what it is and will end up becoming).

But the one thing is far different with Thranduil and Êlúriel than most fan fictions I have seen is the fact they communicate more. Their passion has a direction and a reason for happening. I wanted it to be as natural as possible. That was very easy to do because they seem to fall into the moment without being forced. Once it just happened and even I didn’t know it until I reread it. After a fight, in teasing, in a moment where they just feel it. They seem to love being with each other with our without the “sex”, but when they do make love, it is on their terms.

Most importantly, the passion he has with his wife had to be the direct line to his being a pain in the ass in the film versions. His arrogance and overtly irritating manner had to be the effect of a cause. Losing someone he loved so much that the pain was heard through every smart ass remark and action he did. It had to be something far more than an elf that gave birth to Legolas. She had to be his equal, his heart, his soul and his reason for being. She had to be his reason for living after she died and be the reason he remains in Middle Earth so long without dying of grief that is one reason an elf will die. He wanted to die, but she left him Legolas and something made him decide to make to The Hobbit, to send his only son on a Fellowship where he could lose the last part of his love if something should happen.

So their escapades–which often happen without warning–are a result of two elves that come together to touch more than bodies. They touch each other’s soul. They become one with each other and it becomes more than a tryst. It becomes and intense moment of love vaguely defined in order to a) not put overt sex in Tolkien and b) to realistically join a husband and wife whose time together ends far too quickly but is expressed vividly through how they interact with each other and through the one thing they share: Legolas.

Their love is not wanton or gratuitous. It comes from deep within themselves to express a love that will last beyond death. It was said of their love, “Beyond forever there began a love so great the Heavens wept and the winds cried for a love that lived and a love that died.”

That is why they have a very healthy, happy, passionate, intense and extremely vague and seemingly pedantic love life. And Thranduil truly is Middle Earth’s most passionate elves in every way imaginable.–J.

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Yes, you just learned why Thranduil and Êlúriel make love a lot. Vaguely.😏💋❣ Yeah, they got it like that. But it is hard to find on purpose. Hidden Mickeys. I think it is 5 or 8 and a few almost doing it. Did I say that out loud? I have been exposed.

Chapter VIII: Winds of War (Part IV)

“Elranduil and me were given the task of tending to Amroth his first day in Eryn Galen. By nightfall, the three of us walked through the gardens. There was a full moon illuminating the night—so bright the stars were barely seen save the farthest from the light. Three elven princes walked together beneath the sky, under the canopy of a path lined with trees and came to rest beside a waterfall and a pool. It was where all the elven children would play in the heat of summer.

“I am surprised you come with me,” Amroth said. “Should you not be spending these last moments with your wives?”

“Ardúin is with child,” Elranduil said. “She spends much of her time with Nimeithel and Valdúril.”

“What of Êlúriel,” Amroth asked me. “Where is she tonight?”

“With them of course,” I said. “They spend a good deal of time together.”

Amroth sat upon a rock looking into the water. He seemed lost in thought.

“I envy you, Thranduil,” he said without changing his glance. “Your friends spoke to me of your great love affair while you were away from us. When you return from this horrible war, you will have someone for which to return. I will return alone.”

Elranduil looked at me. I did not know what melancholy this was nor how to ask. We both stood quietly hoping for something to say.

“What is her name,” Elranduil finally asked.

“Nimrodel,” he sighed. “My every thought belongs to her, but my father is disapproving of course. She is a Silvan. If my mother were with us, I know she would be quite fond of her.”

I remembered how my father was disapproving of Êlúriel. But unlike Amroth, my mother was accepting of my love for her. Amroth had more than this war to fight to be with the love of his life.

“I know well how you feel,” I said. “Father did not approve of Êlúriel at first, either. I hope time is with you, my friend, and that your father’s heart is changed.”

“He may, though the elves of Lórien may not be so easily persuaded,” Amroth laughed. “They have their ways and thoughts on everything.“

“Ardúin is a Noldor,” Elranduil said smiling. "I know well the elves of Lórien. Uncle speaks of them often, though I will admit, not pleasantly, save any of the Sindar. My father tolerates them.”

“I do not blame them,” Amroth said lifting his gaze. “They are off-putting, to say the least. Tied to Imladris and to line of Arnor and Gondor through Elrond’s twin Elros of Númenor. That was all you heard for the longest time. Yet, now it would seem this war harbors things beyond my knowledge and there is talk of darker things coming. I will not pretend to know what Lady Galadriel sees.”

“It has not been too long since Rúmil came to us speaking of this war,” Elranduil said. “He said he was sent by Lord Celeborn.”

Amroth’s gaze turned darker as he stood up and came to us.

“That was my father’s doing,” he said quietly. “The vision no less came from Galadriel, but to bring it to Eryn Galen was the doing of my father. Rúmil was told by his brother, Haldir, to say as much to you. Father did not want you to know that he was coming this way and he kept it from all of Lórien. He did so upon news that Sauron had arisen in Mordor, for he knew that Gil-galad would ride this way with what was left of the Noldor.”

“That would mean he knew Elendil would ride with him and his sons,” I said, curiously.

“Of course,” Amroth said. “He was well aware of the uncertainty in Arnor and Gondor as Isildur was with his father while Anárion was left to his own while the shadows rose in Mordor. They are drawn to that evil for many reasons and have many reasons to defeat it and father knew with Oropher he could find trust.”

“What is it then,” Elranduil asked. “What could make King Amdir do such things in secret?”

“Gil-galad has the Vilya and Círdan of the Falas comes bearing the Narya,” Amroth said. “This is far more than a war. This is a death trap. Eryn Galen is impervious to this evil, do not think Sauron does not know that. The others are not. That is why Lady Galadriel is far from this and as well she should for she has the Nenya and knows its purpose all too well.”

“I do not understand,” I said. “Are you speaking about the rings forged by Celebrimbor?”

“Sadly, yes.”

“I thought the elven rings were not spoiled,” Elranduil said. “It has been told that was the reason his death by Sauron.”

“Where there is evil, all things are spoiled,” Amroth said quietly. “It is the bearer any ring that either bows to its will or not. But one holds power over the rest. I mîn côr o Sauron magant min naurim od Orodruin. There are nine souls that have answered its call. The Uláiri.“

We all stood quietly in the moonlight. The words spoken to us in confidence by Amroth began to bring fear into my heart.

“We have the largest army in Arda,” Elranduil said looking at the ground. “We have more Silvan than Sindar. What is left of the Noldor would be slaughtered if not for us.”

“We come with only Silvan,” Amroth said. “There dwells not an elf in Lórien. When we depart Eryn Galen, what awaits us is what comes with Gil-galad, Elrond and Círdan. And Moria. The dwarves answer to no one but themselves for their will is stronger than any ring. What men will come either west with Isildur or South with Anárion and I do not see how there can be anyone left so close to the Black Gates of Mordor on their eastern borders.”

“I do not like this,” I said. “I do not like this at all. If you will excuse me.”

I began to leave. I had to find Êlúriel. I was going to die.

“Do not speak a word,” Elranduil yelled to me.

“Of this, I have no intention.”

I began to run and I could not get to the palace quick enough. When I was in the gardens, I fell on my knees. I was not alone. I looked to find Melros with Arandil.

“Are you hurt,” he asked helping to my feet.

“Where is Êlúriel,” I asked desperately. “Where is my wife?”

“She awaits you in your chambers, Thranduil,” Arandil said.

I did not wait for an answer, I started running again. I seemed to take an eternity but when I made it to the doors of my chambers they were opened and I ran inside. Êlúriel was lying on the window seat, looking into the night. She sat up when I went to her.

“Êlúriel,” I said. “Tell me what you know and do not keep it from me.”

“I do not know anything,” she said. “Are you ill, Thranduil?”

“Do not lie to me, Êlúriel,” I yelled. “Tell me what you know. Now.”

She stood up and when we had our eyes on each other I could tell she knew what I wanted to know.

“You want to know what I have seen,” she began. “I know what lies within the shadows. It is about to come out of the darkness and with it take the whole of Arda. It is amazing that something so small can carry so much evil and yet cast a spell on the noblest of creatures. Men they are, but men they are no more.  How would you know to ask me of such things, Thranduil?”

I looked at her and took her in my arms.

“Because, I know you,” I said. “You are far beyond ordinary.”

“Your heart knows me,” she said smiling. “I am your wife and that is all I want to be, Thranduil.”

I kissed her and held her, thinking about all I heard. I looked out of the windows and found that dark clouds had begun to obscure the moon. This would be no ordinary war. It would change the whole of Arda and all that dwelled within.

*** *** ***

By morning, I had Êlúriel in my arms and all I learned the night before seemed a distant memory.

“Thranduil,” she said quietly. “I know what you are thinking.”

“I am thinking about you, my love,” I said.

She rolled over and looked at me with a grimace.

“I love you very much,” she said. “More than anything in this world. What are you really thinking?”

I held her as close to me as possible. I knew any moment there would come a knock on the doors and my day would begin.

“What you said to me, Êlúriel,” I said, kissing her. “I was hoping you could do something to rid me of those thoughts.”

“Perhaps,” she said. “That depends.”

I looked at her smiling. I kissed her.  She kissed me in return.

“Depends on what exactly?“

She laughed as she moved closer to me

“How long before someone arrives and takes you away from me.”

No sooner had we began to get swept way than the familiar knock came.

“Either we start earlier or elsewhere,” I said reluctantly as she laughed. “Stay covered. Enter.”

The doors flew open and into the room came more visitors than usual. Along with the servants, Finëar entered. No sooner had I had risen from my bed was I accosted by dressers.

“Thranduil, you shall spend the day with the council,” Finëar began. As for the Princess Êlúriel, a surprise.”

By now, Êlúriel was in her robe as my mother, Nenduriel and Ardúin entered with a hooded figure. I was now fully clothed when the figure bowed to me. Êlúriel had come to my side as the figure removed her hood, revealing the face of a very beautiful elven maiden. Deep eyes the color of the sea with long dark hair of cascading brown tendrils against a flawless complexion.

“I am Nimrodel,” she said. “I have come to see Amroth before he leaves for war.”

Êlúriel looked at me in wonderment and my mother smiled.

“This is my son, Thranduil and his wife, Êlúriel,” Nimeithel said.

“It is an honor to meet you both.”

I remembered Amroth’s words of his love and I could see it was reciprocated in her eyes. She carried with her a story I would could never fathom for years to come. I just knew I would never take for granted true love.

“Well, let us go, Thranduil,” Finëar said motioning toward the door. “Before Oropher’s temper rises with his anticipation.”

As I began to leave, I was called upon.

“Please, tell Amroth I have come, Your Highness,” Nimrodel said, pleading.

“Yes, of course,” I said. “I will.”

As I left with Finëar, before the doors closed, it would be the last I would ever see of Nimrodel but not the last I would hear of her and her Amroth.

“When I reached my father’s study, all to be in attendance were already there save my father and Amdir. I made my way to where Amroth stood with Elranduil and Nimlos.

“Amroth, I need a word,” I said. He nodded and I took him away from the others.

“Why do you need to speak with me, Thranduil,” he asked. “Has someone learned of what I told you evening last?”

“No,” I began. “My mother brought to me a visitor before I came. Someone of interest to you who seems to have travelled a great distance to see you.”

“I do not know anyone who knows I am here,” he said curiously.

“It is Nimrodel.” His eyes grew larger and a smile crossed his face.

“Nimrodel? Here? My Nimrodel? It cannot be.”

“She told me to say she had come,” I said.

He looked over my shoulder and his expression changed to fear. I turned to see that Amdir and my father had entered.

“Where is she,” he asked. “I need to know.”

“She was in my chambers before I left, but I am sure she is with my mother and my wife.”

“Tell no one,” he said. “We will speak of this after.”

I nodded and we walked back to where the rest had taken position.

“What was that, Thranduil,” Elranduil whispered.

“Nothing,” I said.

“Oh,” he said. “Then you were not speaking of Nimrodel whom arrived last night. She happened to have been greeted by Ardúin and my mother upon my return to the palace.”

“Elranduil,” I began. “For someone with child, your wife moves surprisingly quick and seems to be everywhere at once.”

“Perhaps it is because she is a Noldor,” he quipped. “I have been sworn to secrecy. I will not say a word.”

“Tomorrow I will see the army in full regalia in preparation for our departure,” Father began. “Nînuir and Sildúr have their orders to lead those to be our front line into two legions. They will be lead by me ultimately, with Galdúmîr and Eldûmír.”

He motioned.

Aradin approached my father as he bowed to him and Amdir.

“Aradin shall command the archers with me,” Amdir said proudly.

“I am humbled and honored, Your Majesties,” Aradin said. I have full confidence in my archers.”

“How many legions have we,” Nînuir asked. “Are there enough to cover our frontline?”

“You worry when you needn’t, Nînuir,” Aradin said. “Your soldiers will be well covered. I have four legions. Two for you and Sildúr. Two more for the legions led by Eldôr and Nimlos behind Oropher.”

“You are dismissed to prepare then,” Finëar said. “Aradin, Nînuir, Sildúr and Nimlos.”

They all bowed and took their leave quickly, followed by Melros, Fëaluin, and Fínduin.

“As for the Princes, your position will be behind me. Amroth as well,” father said. “I will hear no objections for it has be decided. Thranduil, see to Meláze today if you would.”

Amdir nodded at his son. He returned his father’s decision.

“Yes, Father,” I answered.

“You are dismissed, then” Eldôr said. “Elranduil, I will speak with you later.”

We bowed and walked out of the room as quickly as we could. Outside the door, Amroth had only one thing on his mind, for his eyes seemed to search the halls eagerly.

“If it is Nimrodel that you seek, you will not find her in the court,” Elranduil said.

“How do you know she is here,” Amroth asked excitedly.

“His wife was the one that found her,” I said. “I would not worry. She is with our mothers.”

“I must see her, please,” he said desperately. Elranduil motioned to Tínandril, the wife of Aramír and daughter of Sildúr. With long hair as red as sunset and eyes of moss, she approached almost in anticipation.

“Yes, Elranduil,” she said.

“Tell me, is Ardúin with my mother,” he asked.

“Of course,” she said. “And with Êlúriel.”

He slipped to her a small scroll and smiled.

“I know you know where they dwell. I trust you will take this to Ardúin, if you will.”

“Of course, Elranduil. Your Highnesses.” She bowed and left calmly. As she walked away she was joined by Linurial and Sinomë.

“I do believe elven maidens travel as wolves,” I said.

“They are a mystery to me,” Elranduil added laughing. “You will see your love soon enough, Amroth. But now, I am rather in need of something to eat. Come. We have plenty of time.”

We made our way down the hall and through the courtroom. This day, I noticed more of it—like all the days before it I took the imposing position of my parents’ thrones for granted and all the members of the court. Time was slipping away from me. It was slipping from us all.”–Excerpt from TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil by J.M.Miller

Yes, over 140 characters. Charming, sad romantic and a bit historical as I discuss some rings, a mountain (Orodruin is Mount Doom or so is Amon Amarth, but that would be knowing stuff), Amroth is about to have a run-in with his love Nimrodel. Something about the Niña, Pinta and the Santa Maria--my bad--the Narya, Vilya and the Nenya. Some kind of rings forged by guy who went to Jared's on a bender. No, that dude that went bad and turned nine dudes into reapers called Uláiri, Nazgûl. Something. Then there's all these elves and what not. Something about Elrond, his brother, Elros, first King of Númenor. Something. Whatever. Take your time I'll be over in Chapter 9 (IX) doing something with some guy named Thranduil.🙄🖐🏽🏹⚔🗡

Chapter VII: Wedding of the Ages (Part IV)

“After we left the festivities, I was separated from my wife—each of us taken away to prepare for our wedding night. I was taken to the chambers of Elranduil and Ardúin. Elranduil entered after me.

“Everyone, leave us,” he commanded. “I need a moment with His Highness. Wait outside.”

Obediently, the servants bowed and took their leave.

“Is something wrong, Elranduil,” I asked. “Why did you send them away.”

He sat down on his bed looking at me with a slight grin.

“Thranduil, you do realize what is expected of you this night?”

“Yes,” I said and sat next to him. “I know. Stop treating me like a child.”

“I am not treating you as such,” he began. “That is not why I have come. I came to see if you were in need of anything.”

“Thank you,” I said politely. “Tell Mother I am doing well and not to worry.”

“My mother was worse. She sent father to me. Nimeithel thought it best that I come rather than uncle. Both can be rather brash.”

“I am not at all apprehensive,” I said. “I am quite ready, I believe.”

He rose and motioned for the guards to open the doors and allow the servants to return. In near reakless abandon, they stripped me of everything and then put around me a green robe lined in white satin. They took everything with them as they bowed and left as quickly as they had come. I stood there, suddenly struck with fear.

“Yes, well, I can see you are by no means apprehensive,” Elranduil said laughing.

“That was most unpleasant,” I said.

“Off with you, then,” he said. “Your wife awaits in your chambers and mine will wonder where I have been all this time.”

“You expect me to just walk out there like this,” I asked. “I have nothing on under this robe.”

“Do grow up, Thranduil,” he said pushing me out into the hall. “If it were me, I would not have given you the robe.”

He smiled at me and returned to the celebration. I slowly walked toward my chambers. I saw several ladies leaving and I waited until they were out of view to make my way over. I stood outside my chambers for the moment I had thought about all day.

I had become a husband to my beloved Êlúriel. The feelings I had were overwhelming. I knew she was behind the doors waiting for me. I knew what was expected of me this night, but I realized that what was expected was what I wanted.

I took a deep breath and nodded to the guards. They opened the doors and I entered slowly. When I heard the doors close behind me, I walked up the stairway to find Êlúriel looking around. Her silken hair fell around her robes as he seemed interested in the hearth in front of the bed.

“You have a most beautiful room,” she said.

“It is our room now, “ I said proudly. “What there is belongs to us.”

She looked at me and smiled then continued wandering around. She walked over to the vaulted windows where an elaborate seat ran alongside. She seemed to marvel things I took for granted.

“I love our room then,” she said. “And all that lies within.” She walked toward the bed. Standing by one of the intricately carved post, she seemed to pause for a moment, her back to me.

“What is on your mind, Êlúriel,” I asked leaning against one side of the hearth. “Are you afraid?”

“No,” she said without turning around. “I am not afraid, Thranduil. I want to be with you. Are you afraid?”

“No,” I said softly. “I want to be with you as well.“

She let her robe fall to the floor. I felt a I could find no words to express the desires that were growing inside of me. It was a yearning I did not understand. I let my robe fall to the floor as I walked over to her, wondering what to say. I embraced her and kissed her neck. I felt our bodies move closer together.

“I love you, Êlúriel”, I whispered. “More than life itself.” She turned around and gave me a look that swept me away in thoughts of pure pleasure.

“I love you, too, Thranduil,” she said. “Far more than you can imagine, but sometimes I fear it is not enough.”

“It is more than enough, Êlúriel,” I said. We were so close that I could feel how breathless both of us were. "And if there is anymore you want to give to me, then I want it all.”

We kissed and seemed forever locked in an embrace. She pulled her lips slowly from mine and moved around the post, holding my hand. She lay down on our bed her eyes looking into mine and I followed her. I took her in my arms as we remained lost in each other’s eyes.

“There is no one but you in all the world that I could ever give my love,” she said. “I have dreamt of this moment for what seems an eternity. But for you I would wait all eternity for I know you will come to me and I to you.”

“Always, Êlúriel. I will never love another. I belong to you and you to me.”

We kissed far longer than any moment before and in that moment, we became one. I had never felt anything in all the world so beautiful. I never wanted that feeling to end. I let the the music of the night take me and Êlúriel in its arms and we became swept away with each other. I wanted nothing of the world beyond our bond that night. There could be no love greater than ours in the whole of Arda.

When morning had come, I could not believe Êlúriel was in my arms. I could not believe we were wed. Everything felt wonderful. Her skin was as soft as the petals of a rose. As I lay there thinking, Êlúriel rolled over and looked at me.

“Thranduil,” she said softly. “How is my husband this morning?”

“Beyond words,” I said. “And my wife?”

She smiled and laughed.

“I thought we were going to talk all night. It would appear that never happened.”

“That is good thing,” I whispered. I kissed her. “But I am afraid we failed miserably at proper protocol.”

“If there were proper protocol for what we have done, I think we changed it altogether.”

As we began kissing again, a familiar rap came to our chamber doors. Êlúriel rose quickly and found her robe. I knew who it was.

“Enter, Mother,” I said. The doors almost blew open as if a wind had taken to them and in walked Nimeithel. She nodded to Êlúriel and smiled at me.

“How is my son, this morning,” she asked joyfully.

“Not dressed to meet with his mother, but doing quite well, thank you.” She walked over to my wife, ignoring my answer.

“There awaits you a gift from your husband, Êlúriel,” she said with such glee, I thought she would break into song. “As soon as you are properly attired, the king and I shall meet you in court.”

She embraced Êlúriel lovingly and left swiftly without another word to me.

“I think you may have wed my mother rather than me,” I said.

“You have a gift for me,” she said smiling, sitting down on our bed. “What is it?”

“I seemed to have forgotten, my love.” She frowned at me and stood up and gave me a glare. After a moment, she smiled and let her robe fall open.

“It is a horse,” I said quickly. “Êlúriel!“

She closed her robe, walked over to my side of the bed, leaned over and kissed me.

“I see you found your memory,” she said.

“That was not fair, Êlúriel,” I said. “I wanted to surprised you.”

“You will. I know not the color of her.”

She kissed me again and called for the servants. As they entered, I watched them dress Êlúriel. I knew I had wed the most beautiful and most cunning elven maiden in Arda. When she was dressed, she smiled at me again and left the room. I rose and was dressed, prepared for an outing—the first with my wife as part of the royal household.

I stepped into the hall and nearly collided with Fëaluin.

“How are you, Thranduil,” he said sheepishly. “Did you have a restful evening?”

“I am not telling you a thing. I know Elranduil sent you here. Subtle he never was.”

“He did not send me,” he said. “I was just inquiring. As a concerned friend.”

“Thank you, Fëaluin,” I answered. “There is nothing with which to concern yourself.”

I walked away from him toward the throne room where Êlúriel stood with my parents, and the royal family—Eldôr, Valdúril, Elranduil, Ardúin and Nendúril. We were going to go for a ride. Another formality. To see the realm.

“There you are, Thranduil,” my father said. He seemed almost too pleasant. “Shall we go?”

“Very well, Father. How are you, Nendúril?”

“Very well, Thranduil.”

Eldôr led everyone out of the main gates and toward the stables. It was a beautiful a day as any other—a slight breeze blew, rustling the forest trees; creating a symphonic sound that fell in tune with the singing of birds. As we approached the stables, Nimlos emerged leading beautiful white mare with white flowing mane and tail.

“Is she not the most beautiful horse you have ever seen,” Nimlos asked. “Most fitting a Princess I must say.”

“Her name is Eluin,” I told Êlúriel. “Remind me to never give you a surprise ever again.” She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she said. “She is beautiful.” She leaned in and whispered to me. “I love surprises. So do you.”

Nimlos helped her on her horse as other stable workers helped the others upon their horses. Soon, Melros emerged with my horse Sûldúmîr. I mounted him quickly.

“Thank you, Melros,” I said. “We will speak later.”

He smiled and our ride began, with Galdúmîr riding with us with a dozen soldiers in queue before and behind. I rode next to Êlúriel, still thinking of our wedding night.”–Excerpt from TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil by J.M.Miller 2-14-16

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