Jaynaé Marie

Newsfeed #126 June 11, 2021 (3 Nárië)

Today, several things will happen:

1) A new excerpt will be posted at midnight from @tkwrtrilogy3. 

2) The article “Becoming Oropher” will be posted on WordPress in order to prepare everyone for the upcoming story told by Oropher in Part II of “Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen”.

I won’t go into all the annoying fights I went through with 2 internet companies to get here. I was knocked offline for over a month because one company was too expensive and lousy and the other one was affordable but the equipment is extraordinarily cheap and flimsy. On the upside of the latter, I now have 5G. Aside from now working on two trilogies (the other being @thesecretofthehouseofbourbonbook), we are finally back on track with TKWRT after a death in the family and an ongoing family dispute. 

So, until Midnight: Have a Wonderful Day.

Good to be back after several months of “you really don’t want to know”. 😒

Newsfeed #124 December 26, 2020 (26 Ringarë)

After such a tumultuous year, I am hoping to go into 2021 with cautious optimism. Yet, even as I continue working on this series, I will admit I spent a lot of time afraid to work in anticipation of another tragic event that would keep me from doing what I love. However, readers and fans have given me more courage to go on–especially in anticipation of this release–possibly due to the “bonus” material.

In this download of the Original Version of The Saga of Thranduil, there an exclusive look-see into The Epic of Eryn Galen (the prequel, if you will). The first two chapters begin a journey for the Elves that (for some) will last until the end of the War of the Ring (in The Lord of the Rings). Under starlight, the elves awaken on the shores of Lake Cuiviénen. With a stop in a place that would one day become known to the world as Mirkwood, the saga of Elves of the Woodland Realm begins. Book I is their origin story; their legacy.

To end 2020 with something such as this reminds me of how my own journey to this work began–with uncertainty in adversity; wandering in darkness until the first light of the Day Star finally revealed the world to me. Not unlike the characters, I must find the strength to carry on knowing that every night has a day. Hope is often born in times when it seems lost.

You can get the book here: Google Drive or WordPress.

The Return of the Elvenking—with a bonus.

Chapter VIII: The Rise of the Fall (Pt. IV)

The rumblings from Angband began as the sound distant thunder—the infrequent beating of the soul-less heart. Though nothing came from its depths as before, we were nonetheless well-equipped for battle. As time wore on, we became accustomed to the rumble. Iarûr worried we had become lax in our preparation for an attack from Morgoth. It had been a long period of calm at the borders of Doriath. The Girdle of Melian still protected us from even the subtlest changes in the world around us.

There were Men now and they were building kingdoms of their own. The naugrim had more contact with their race it was said whenever they came past our borders. King Thingol remained distraught over the loss of his beloved daughter even as he tried to resume his royal duties. He seemed unaware of the comings and goings of the court—much less of life beyond the gates of Menegroth.

We went about our lives with little understanding that our isolation was about to come to an abrupt end.

The day began as always—I rose to find myself alone as Mîrwen had let to attend to her duties for the queen. I went about my day in the library with Súlimë. After we finished, we made our way toward the main vestibule  where we would part ways until dinner.

Before the had our chance, I noticed Eldôr and Oropher standing inside the gates. Oropher said something to Beleg before he went on his way.

“Oropher,” I began. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, of course,” he answered. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Not this day,” Eldôr added. “I would not presume to know what goes on near the borders.”

“I beg your pardon,” Súlimë asked.

“He speaks of the wanderings of the naugrim,” Oropher said. “They seem rather busy these days.”

“With what,” I asked curiously.

“You can never be too sure with them,” he said. “I have never seen creatures so industrious.”

“I am sure it is nothing they cannot handle,” I said thinking of Ónarr. 

“They have tildes they have seen Daeron wandering in the East,” Eldôr said.

“Daeron,” I asked. “Was he not with Thingol when receiving Celebrían?”

“Yes,” Oropher said. “But she is no longer an elfling, you realize.

“Has it truly been that long,” Súlimë asked.

“Time passes as silently as it does quickly,” he said.

It was then that I realized how wise my son had become. Just as we were to retire for the evening with the setting of the sun, two guards came running toward us.

“What news have you,” Eldôr asked.

“They have come into Doriath,” one of the said catching his breath.

“When,” Oropher asked.

“I do not know when but they have journeyed long,” the other answered.

“Go,” Eldôr commanded. “Send word to Mablung quickly.”

The two elves moved swiftly past us and out of sight.

“Of whom do they speak,” I asked.

“Lúthien and her Beren,” Oropher answered. “They have returned.”–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 07-06-2020

We're back from hiatus and just in time--it seems that Lúthien and Beren are about to return from their perilous journey.

Chapter VIII: The Rise of the Fall (Pt. III)

The discussion was long since forgotten as time became routine once more. Life took on a malignant monotony that was tenuous at best. I knew the world was changing beyond the borders of Menegroth—Oropher would speak of it whenever he had the mind to wander near them to see for himself. As duty remained my shadow while I worked  in the library, curiosity became the obligation of the younger generations.

It seemed all but King Thingol feared the loss of Lúthien, though his grief in her absence was felt throughout Menegroth. Iarûr  would tell us often how fragile his emotions had become even as he attempted to appear as the mighty king he was before. Mîrwen would tell me how stoic queen Melian remained—her thoughts as distant as the stars. Whatever ancient wisdom or prophecy she knew, she kept to herself.

One day, while the ladies of the court were called to attend to Galadriel, I decided to leave the library with Súlwë for a short stroll outside. It seemed ages since we had seen the sun. The dimly lit caverns had started to remind me of the time before the rising of the Daystar. 

It was a clear day—neither warm nor cool. The air was crisp but the wind still as we crossed the bridge.

“How is Galadriel,” I asked.

“From what Celeborn has told me, she is quite well,” Súlwë answered. “But I doubt either of us truly know what it is like to be with child.”

“Mîrwen says she is due any day,” I added.

“I hope so for Celeborn’s sake. His expression has been one of panic as of late.”

“How can you tell,” I asked teasingly.

Súlwë laughed softly.

“Let us hope this elfling brings some joy to Menegroth,” he said. “It is much needed.”

“Yes, it is,” I answered. “It is far too dark for the First-Born these days.”

“Darkness is everywhere, Orothôn,” he began. “I came from light that was dimmed by the very heart of that darkness. It shall linger far longer than our time.”

“Then perhaps this elfling will be a respite from it,” I whispered.

We walked in silence for a time—listening to the sounds of nature. Upon our return, we were met on the bridge by Finëar and Saeros.

“Orothôn,” Finëar said, his voice winded from running. “I have been looking everywhere for you.”

“For me,” I asked.

“You are part of the royal family, are you not,” Saeros asked.

“What is it,” I asked, gruffly.

“The Lady Galadriel has given birth to a daughter,” Finëar said. “Go on, now. Oropher has your place.”

Súlwë nodded and I took my leave into Menegroth. Once inside, Êlengolas  was waiting.

“You are late,” he said.

“How can one be late for something that has no timetable,” I asked as we began walking toward our destination.

“We are Eldar,” he said. “We know everything.”

“We are male,” I added. “You must have us confused with the elleth.”

“I do not know about you, Orothôn, but I am married to one that cannot help but speak and I am compelled to listen.”

It was not long before we stood before two doors that was opened for us. I entered to see Galadriel lying in bed surrounded by the ladies of the court beside Queen Melian. I bowed to the Queen as Celeborn approached holding a tiny bundle with soft golden hair upon the whitest of skin.

“Is she not beautiful, Orothôn,” he asked beaming.

“Yes,” I said. “What do you call her?”

“Celebrían,” he said as his new daughter cooed.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful elfling,” I started. “What has the king said of her?”

“He has not seen her,” he said.

“Not seen her,” I asked. “I was told I was late.”

“He did not come,” Celeborn whispered. “Perhaps the birth of a daughter is too painful for him.”

In that moment, the doors opened again. It was King Thingol with Cúthalion and Mablung beside with Daeron and Saeros close behind.

“Your Majesty,” Celeborn and I said together.

“Is this the elfling born to Galadriel,” Thingol asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Celeborn answered.

The king looked upon the child as she opened her eyes. A slight smile came across his face.

“She is beautiful,” he said. “What is her name?”

“Celebrían, Your Majesty,” Celeborn answered again.

“Fitting name,” Thingol began. “You and your wife have my warmest congratulations on the birth of your daughter. Melian, a word if I may.”

We bowed as the Queen walked across the room and left with her husband and his guard. Celebrían began to cry as Celeborn returned her to Galadriel. The room itself seemed to sigh in relief after King Thingol left. Oropher come to me from is place beside the other princes.

“We did not think he would come,” he whispered to me.

“Is that what the Queen said,” I asked.

“No, Iarûr.”

“He spoke with him prior?”

“Not that I am aware,” Oropher began. “But Angband has awakened once more.”

“Angband?”

“Something has brought it to life,” he said. “What is the question.”

I was afraid to know and knew better not to speculate. The day was good and I wanted it to remain as such.–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 02-23-2020

In the absence of Lúthien, a new elfling is born--even as Angband begins to rumble.

Chapter VI: The Second Awakening (Pt. IV)

Little else was said thereafter as the court was preparing for the wedding of Celeborn and Galadriel. The proposal did not come as a surprise to anyone—they made little attempt to hide their affection for one another. The ladies thought it would be a wonderful respite from thoughts of things that still weighed heavily on King Thingol.

We had seasons now that showed the passage of time in Doriath. Leaves began to change colors and fall from tree branches to blanket the forest floor beneath as nature’s quilt. There came autumn rains and winter snow with the cooling air that chilled our breath when we spoke. The elflings enjoyed the seasons; finding new things to do outside to entertain themselves. I would catch Oropher and Eldôr building elves of snow when they caught a chance from their duties.

When all was green once more, the Great Hall was filled with flowers and adorned with drapes of matching colors in preparation for the matrimonial celebration. Celeborn spent most of his time with his brother, Galathil, Oropher, and Amdir when he was not with his father.

The day began calmly enough—I was lying in bed alone as Mîrwen had left at daybreak to attend to Galadriel. I knew the day would not be interrupted by war. We were living in a time of great peace. Even Círdan had returned to Doriath for the occasion from Eglarest. As I lay looking up at the elaborately carved stone ceiling, I found my mind drift into thoughts unknown. The room seemed to change as it morphed into the forest of my past.

There were vines twisted around the trunks of trees and creatures with several legs sprouting of their smaller bodies. They spewed a silken cord that ensnarled the treetops. Even as the sun seemed to shine, there was a darkness that fought against its light. I suddenly realized I was walking through this world—searching for someone.

Soon I found her; a maiden in a green cloak standing in a clearing where the only ray of sun beamed down. Her back to me, she remains motionless as I moved toward her slowly. When I was upon her, I spoke.

“Do I know you, my lady,” I asked.

She turned toward me. Her face was beautiful save for her eyes—only large black holes looked back at me.

“Taur-e-Ndeadelos,” she said in a raspy voice that echoed through the forest. “Taur-e-Ndeadelos.”

I screamed. I looked around and realized I was in my chambers and sitting upward on my bed. A knock came to the door.

“Enter,” I said. I was still shocked at what I had seen. Oropher entered.

“Ada,” he began. “Are you well? You look shaken.”

“I am fine, son,” I answered. “Am I late for the ceremony?”

“No,” he said sitting at the end of the bed. “It does not begin for some time. I came to see after you.”

“Did your mother send you,” I asked.

“No,” he answered. “I heard you speaking to someone. Who were you speaking to?”

“You heard me speaking to no one,” I said. “I am the only one here as you can see. Perhaps you heard someone in the hall.”

“I heard you ask someone if you knew them.”

My blood ran cold. How could he hear my thoughts?

“It was not me,” I lied. I wanted to know if he believed me.

“You said, ‘do I know you, my lady’.”

“It was nothing,” I answered.

“You were having a vision,” Oropher said. “I know because I have had the same one many times. The lady with death in her eyes.”

I nodded. I wanted to know more yet feared anything else my son would reveal. Instead, he nodded in agreement.

“We will keep such things to ourselves,” he finally said. “For now, today is for Celeborn.”

I sighed deeply. I was relieved he decided to speak of something new.

“How is he,” I asked.

“Terrified,” he answered with a laugh. “Though much of his fear comes from what Eldôr has said to him.”

“Like father, like son,” I said to myself thinking about Valdôr. “Be grateful it was not Êlengolas that spoke with him.”

“It is not too late,” he said rising. “The day has only begun. Do you wish me to stay with you while you prepare?”

“That is not necessary, Oropher,” I answered. “I thank you for your concern. I will be fine.”

Oropher smiled as he headed for the door. He paused then turned around.

“I have great hope for the future,” he said. “Even if It is filled with darkness. For every night, there is a day.”

I knew what he meant—our vision was a foretelling. I smiled at him and the was gone. I decided it was time to rise. I did not wish to have any more visions. I rang for the servants and waited impatiently for their arrival. When they arrived, I was never happier for their annoyance. When I was dressed, I left quickly for the Grand Hall.––TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 7-22-2019

Note to @staff : This is an elf playing the harp. 

Shortly before the wedding of Celeborn and Galadriel, Orothôn has a vision—one he’ll learn he shares with his son Oropher.

Oh God…Oh God…Oh God…Oh God…Oh God…

What the heck is crowd funding?

Never heard about crowd funding, but you could think about it, @iamjaynaemarie 😞 You could cover all the costs that writing all day, every day, involve: pay the electricity to recharge your laptop; pay for internet that you use for sharing your work and to do research; buy other Tolkien’s books or books related to Tolkien’s works. Papers and ink-cartridges. 

But, the thing that everyone of your followers and readers should do most of all  is to SHARE your work on any kind of social media, constantly. 

If people want the books get a cover, the books need to get viral. They need to get so popular to attract who could put a cover on those books, for real. 

I just told The Mythopoetic Society, @fortunatelyclevercandy. At least having some Tolkien people knowing is good. You know how many artists would like to make Thranduil a cover of a book if it goes into the UK 🇬🇧? But, as always I’ll talk to dad about it first. This is all so sudden..neat, but sudden. But I think Thranduil needs to tell his story—and his grandfather, father and son. He’ll be a moving target 🎯 for Amazon noow, you realize.

Good thing Thranduil looks like his grandfather Orothôn—or so I’m told. 😏…

…So I guess I won’t miss Thranduil too much. I love what I do. 😁

Did I mentioned that though this is a trilogy, it actually has four books instead of three. It technically is a tetralogy. Well, LOTR is actually six books. Semantics. Could have saved Amazon 250 million dollars and a lot of suits if PJ had shot six films for LOTR rather than three. The Hobbit could have been one and he’d have a “Harry Potter”, so to speak. But what do I know?

Not that I’m stating the obvious or anything. But if he had done it that way, he could have gotten what I put into Book II: The Saga of Thranduil without missing a beat. Providing, of course, he actually read the appendix.

Oh well. I saved everyone the trouble—until Amazon finds time between sexual harassment issues and reading the complete history of Middle Earth, writing a script, learning elvish and figuring out what the heck Amroth and Nimrodel have to do with the LOTR (not much, but if you have to like reading foot notes with a magnifying glass and a lot of inconsequential blather to figure out it has to do with the War of the Last Alliance) to make a series with backstories they know nothing about. Life’s a pip. 🍩

I also just learned Nimrodel has more to do with the Woodland Realm than anyone ever knew. I also learned why Sauron went to Dol Guldur and it has something to do with some rings and a rumor or something…let’s just say there’s a reason why Greenwood is called “The Great”, @mewardy.

I know more things than whole of them and I learned what I know in two years, thanks to the fandom. What can they do in a hanful of months? 

Clearly we’re in good hands. 😒

You are too good to me, Angel..❤️ Thank you. @fortunatelyclevercandy

So, telling the world about this LOTR thing just go TKWR Trilogy more readers. That’s weird. I got a surfer. I’m pretty sure no one saw that coming. But Book II will be done in its entirety in six weeks. I guess the only way to do anything is to do something. Luckily for Thranduil, more people like him than a new series— probably because there are people that think Lee Pace is coming back. It’s a different production so unless he says so, it’s not happening. My doctor thought it was my book they were doing. Nope. It would be hard to do the way it’s written. They’d have to hire me to write the script. That’s the only way I’d agree to let anyone touch this thing. That and if Lee would do at least the voiceover for Thranduil. Other than that, I’m not in the habit of selling out Tolkien to a company with a sexual harassment thing hanging over its head. I’m like Gal Gadot—nope. Not until the riff raff is disposed of and the house is clean. I have standards. 🍩

Thank you, @fortunatelyclevercandy You are so good to me. ☺️🍩

I’m supposed to go out with my Dad tomorrow to replace my laptop 💻 because he wants to be there when I pick it out—at 9am. He’s obsessed with the morning. He wants to see the yard again. I guess I can let him. No. He’s got to stay with me longer—can’t have him doing stuff that would hurt him no matter how much he wants to do it. I spent most of the night looking for my exact laptop so I could do a trade-in and lucky me! They don’t do that in my area for some reason.

🙄 I am grateful he remembers and wants to help out because he remembered my book— and that I need it for classes as well. He had to ask my stepmother for access to his own bank account since he’s not in the right mind anymore—even though he can tell me how much I spent on food and bills last week like Sherlock 🕵️ on a case.

Either way, I get to return to work on my book very soon. 🙂

I have a serious obsession with the man who is my alter ego. I wonder who I should blame. Pete, Freddie or Carl. @fortunatelyclevercandy or @leepace71. 😏 Maybe myself or Lee. Me and Lee. Could be worse—we could be idiots. I’m going to miss him when it’s over.

You’re going to miss Thranduil.

But you gave him a voice, an identity and this will make him immortal for real. 😊

Aww...☺️ I can only take 1/4 credit. Tolkien created Thranduil, Peter Jackson gave him a look and picked Lee Pace to perfect that look and give him life and a voice that got stuck in my head long enough to give Thranduil a backstory based on Tolkien. It is the Circle of Life, sort of. I am humbled by it and blessed to be a small part of it. @fortunatelyclevercandy

I’m not leaving behind Thranduil—he’s born in Book I. I just will be seeing him from Oropher’s point of view, then Legolas’. Being Oropher’s father right now is fun because I believe it was said Thranduil was a lot like Orothôn. When I finish everything, it will be for me like the last day of shooting the last Harry Potter film—extraordinarily good for accomplishing something, yet tremendously sad for leaving everyone of the characters I called family. I watched them come of age, fall in love and marry and have children of their own. I think they gave me more of a life than I gave them. But to see them blossom like Êlúriel mentioned as a favorite character or a parent wanting to dress their child like Isílriel, that’s where my immortality lies. If I gave something back to Tolkien, that’s a tiny part of my legacy. ❤️ If people like what I write, that’s the rest of my legacy. For now, Thranduil has a whole lot of life to live and I can’t wait to get back to it. 😁

And Thranduil is officially in public. I have no more secrets left to keep about writing @tkwrtrilogy. There is little doubt anymore as to what I’m doing with “The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy.” Now, it begins, @fortunatelyclevercandy. Oh, well..what could possibly happen? I mean, I woke up this morning to work and found out there are secret people liking my stuff. Want to know what they liked? Ned the Pie Maker gif….talking about the guy that calls me dude and the girl that writes love letters. Wondering if I’m so good no one can tell I’m a girl. That’s all I need is for Ned to be the one liking things. It’s all out in the open now. If you’ll excuse me—I had to move the double wedding outside. The banquet hall was too small. And Thranduil’s grandparents are on their way to Beleriand and set up shop in Doriath. Oh, this day couldn’t get any sunnier unless I was in Philadelphia. If I get Ned’s phone number I’m not telling you. I’ll just show up at your door with him and Richard.

Yeah! Such a great news. My birthday will be more special this year thanks to you! Wow!

Ps: about the door thing… 

Aww, but they are adorable...

So, this morning, I got a dinner invitation…well, Thranduil got a dinner invitation. “Hi Aran Wanna Have Funn Then A Little Later Get Sume Lamb Chops Fetticcini Alfredo Broccoli W Warm Buttered Bread Sticks N Sweet Red Wine.”

Hard not to say ‘yes’ when they call you “Aran” which is “King” in Sindarin…but, uh…this is new territory for me…if I didn’t have an appointment today, I literally would ask Lee Pace if anyone asked him to dinner before when he was Thranduil. Then again, that might make this worse if anyone found out.. @mystarlightblr, @storytimeteller1, @lasimo74allmyworld, @fortunatelyclevercandy, @freakingvantastic…weird morning…I’m vegan, so lamb chops are out and I can’t have milk (allergies) or bread (wheat/gluten-free)…so I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. This is weirder than the guys on Instagram thinking I’m a guy. There was that time a couple years ago a girl thought I was Lee Pace–Right: he went incognito as a short black girl to write the life story of his character…makes a whole lot of sense.

Well, this is going to be a weird day. What can I do?

Wow your very lucky to be invited by the King! @iamjaynaemarie

I was invited as the King, @storytimeteller1. Scary, isn’t it? Perhaps the other King will come. 😁

Probably, is what the fan is hoping on, @iamjaynaemarie @storytimeteller1 

What? Hoping for what? @fortunatelyclevercandy oh, if he's in Puerto Rico, he's about to get hit with a Cat 5 Hurricane. Poor Lee. Pray for him.

If I get to post before dawn, it will be a miracle. Seems Thranduil being himself and reeking havoc on Facebook just now…what dreams may come…Facebook wanted me to pay to reach 7800. That’s okay. I got to 9900 on my own. How, I have no idea. I just remembered Lee Pace, @fortunatelyclevercandy.

Thranduil+Lee is a dangerous combination. It could kill.  

Poor Facebook. No money from Thrandy. 

The last thing I need is to add Lee/Thranduil to a grow volatile situation. A girl left a note saying “call me”. Now I’m afraid to like comments… @fortunatelyclevercandy Uh, this is unexpected…wow. Did I mention the page dedicated to Thranduil has a thing for Lee Pace…? Okay……..oh boy..um…well, wow…how many times can I be tagged to leeepfrog before I need to move to Australia? Can I panic yet or is it too soon?

“Call me”?!? 

Okay…so panic now…got it…thank you, @fortunatelyclevercandy

Uh, yeah, I'm running to 🇮🇹 Italy...and I'm bringing Kitty with me...😁 @fortunatelyclevercandy maybe Luke, too..