“Brutal is the wind that blows that attempts to hold us back. Since there was time it has tried to keep us from our fight against its fury. Many have fallen, but far more remained. On this day, we fight to end that which returns to destroy this world and all within it. We began this journey together and none but us can see it to its end. There can be no wind to blow against us now for we have found our strength. In alliance with Men, Elves and Dwarves, we end this now and end it forever.”–Lord Elrond to the Alliance (Ch. XIII, Bk. II: The Saga of Thranduil)

I’d be lying if I didn’t say I am anxious to get back to work—especially with the Elves of the First Age and Thranduil’s ancestors. And more Elrond...I hope I can have everything in my old laptop put into a time capsule—some things I couldn’t get on cloud. I do have the entire TKWR Trilogy with changes right now, so that’s good.

Chapter XX (EXT): Prelude to War (Pt. V) 

“The morning came with a defining silence. The air was filled with an unsettling fear that reminded me of Dagorlad. As I prepared to return to Erebor to face Thorin one last time, I thought about my sons in Mirkwood. It seemed an eternity away from them. I looked toward Erebor—its peak touching the last vestige of the night. I walked out of my tent to meet Bard and watched the last of the fires smoldering to cinder. Men and Elves together again in an encampment preparing for battle.

Bard stood looking toward the mountain—his expression grievous. “The Dwarves of the Iron Hills have come,” he said softly.

I looked in his direction and as the sun shone through gathering clouds, the stunning image of an army beneath the mountain appeared. We looked at each other in mutual worry. Something would happen this day. Had I known that Bard had words with messengers from Dáin Ironfoot, I would have been better prepared for the sight of dwarves moving in positions for a battle for the mountain. I called for my army to take position as the men prepared to take the eastern arm of the mountain valley. Before anything could begin in earnest, the skies began to darken as a violent storm as Mithrandir made his way between the whole of us and warned of the threat far greater to us than ourselves—the coming of a great Orc Army led by Bolg. He called for the leader of the Dwarves army and he came forward quickly—his long hair and beard the color of burning embers.

“Dáin, son of Náin,” he said to the dwarf. “It is time to defend that which brought you here else you will lose it again to something far more evil than a dragon.”

He nodded and we all followed Mithrandir to my tent. Once inside, the tension seemed to lower as we stood looking at one another.

“I have not seen Thorin for years,” Dáin said gruffly. “But if he is anything like his father, he will not come down for anything save a fight.”

“Well, then he will soon have his wish, for there comes a horde that comes swiftly will be great,” Mithrandir said. “Bolg brings with him Wolves and Wargs. We are in peril, I am afraid.”

“How great,” I asked, remembering Dagorlad.

“They come from the North,” he answered. “I said the name of their leader for I knew Dáin would find a better reason to fight.”

“I took down his father Azog at Azanulbizar,” he said proudly. “I will gladly take down his son.”

“I will take the Eastern arm,” Bard said. “If you will, Dáin, as we are fewer in number than the elves, stand with us?”

“Thranduil,” Mithrandir said quietly. “Again you stand beside elves and men to fight evil once more. I know your heart, for it is like that of Oropher.”

“You are the son of Oropher,” Dáin asked approaching me his face bearing a smile. “This is an honor indeed. The tales of his bravery have been passed down over many generations. Thorin perhaps forgotten in his rush to vengeance for his father.”

He bowed so graciously, I began to feel ashamed for putting Thorin in my dungeons.

“Perhaps I may have put him away to hastily,” I said. “I have given him no reason to fight with me this day.”

“He will get over that,” Dáin said laughing. “Once he’s run a blade through an orc, he will come round.”

“Then I will take the Northwest,” I said. “It will be easier for the archers to fire within the valley as the guard and shield gather at the base.”

“I will go with the elves,” a voice cried from outside our tent. From around the corner came Bilbo standing in his armor with his sword.

“I think he has grown fond of you, Thranduil,” Mithrandir said.

I bent down to look him in the face.

“Well, now, it is I that would be honored,” I said.

“Let us prepare, then,” Bard said. “A battle awaits us.”

We left my tent—each to his warriors to prepare for war. I hoped that Bilbo would stay safe within the walls of Dale, for the death of a halfling would weigh heavily upon me. I knew too well this evil I would face once again. When I saw Aradin, I approached him.

“Aradin,” I began as Bilbo came toward us.

“Your Majesty,” he answered as he saw the Hobbit approaching. “Is that a perian?”

“Yes,” I answered. “He wishes to fight with us on this day.”

“Are we are going to battle against the Dwarves,” he asked.

“No, beside them,” I answered. “Against the orc horde that approaches.”

His face twisted in horror as Nimlos nearly stumbled over Bilbo.

“Many apologies,” Nimlos said to him. “Thranduil, why are the Men and Dwarves marching toward the Eastern side of the Valley?”

“We are about to fight the Orc Horde approaching us from the North,” I said. “Have your men ready at the base of Ravenhill.”

“As you wish,” he said.

“Aradin, will cover Ravenhill from above,” I said looking at him. “Do not forget Bilbo. Make sure he does not see one drop of blood.”

“As you wish,” Aradin said bowing. “Come with me, little one.” 

Bilbo smiled as he past me—eager to contribute his skill to war. Nimlos looked at me puzzled.

“Thranduil,” he began. “Should I tell Elranduil about this arrangement?” “Of course. After the battle should we survive.”

Nimlos nodded and went his way. I looked toward the mountain’s peak once again—hoping I would not see what Mithrandir said would rise beneath it. The calm had settled before the storm. When I found Eldôr I informed him of my plans.

“Uncle,” I said, “Please stay with Fëaluin in my tent.”

“Why,” he asked. “If the horde is so great, you will need every available warrior.” “I lost my father and do not wish to lose you.”

“Thranduil, I will be fine on the field. This not my first battle and it will not be my last.”

I looked at him—younger than my father just then. He was all that I had to remind me of my youth when I knew only peace.

“I know,” I said. “But someone should remain here to protect the camp.”

“Very well,” he said. “But I know who comes and if I am here, your loss will be greater. Súriar will be with him. I will not fall this day, Thranduil. I will be until the end.”

He bowed and walked toward his men. He would keep his word, I knew. I walked to the head of my armies and mounted. As they stood before me, I felt we could win the day.

“Once more we are called to rise against the shadow that has taken everything from us—our name and our kingdom. With honor we fight, by duty we will win. This day we will defeat them and take from them what they have stolen from us!”

A thunderous roar came from my army and I led them toward our position. It was not a moment too soon as our enemy filled the valley. The banners of Men, Dwarves and Elves rose once more as we charged into battle.

As my armies fought on the valley floor, arrows rained down from above, seldom missing their mark. The hordes were strong and greater in number and my blade ran through so many that my armor had turned black with their blood. It was a barrier that continued to push our warriors close to the mountain wall fiercely. I could not tell the light of day from the dark of night until I heard a powerful voice calling to us. I had never heard such powerful voice. I looked to fallen ruin of the gate of Erebor and saw Thorin charging toward the battle with his company. Another voice soon filled the air—singing or chanting. It was not until I heard warriors all round chanting the same thing that I realized they were saying ‘Eagles’ over and over again until their words faded into the sounds of blades and shields coming together. As the day came to its end, the floor of the valley was strewn with the corpses of orcs, wargs and wolves mingles with some men and dwarves.

I looked eastward and smiled as I saw Bard and Dáin walking toward me. My joy was shortened at the sight of two young dwarves lying dead before me. I remembered them as the younger of all the dwarves I had hastily imprisoned.

“Fíli and Kíli,” Dáin said as he approached. “Thorin’s nephews. Heirs of Durin. Sons of Stíahn and Dís, sister of Thorin.”

I felt my chest tighten as my heart was heavy. They met the fate of their father and many of their ancestors before them.

“Thranduil,” I heard Nimlos yell from a short distance. “He is here. He is here.”

I looked to see Elranduil and Nimlos moving dead orcs and wolves. We walked over to see a mortally wounded Thorin Oakenshield.

“Thorin,” Dáin said. “You do not look well.”

“Neither do you,” Thorin whispered. “Where are Fíli and Kíli?”

“Lost to us,” he whispered back.

“Take him to my tent,” I said Nimlos.

They went their way as Dáin followed. Bard stood stunned as he looked around. “We have won the battle,” he said. “But to what end?”

“None,” I said. “This is only the beginning.”

“I pray when my child returns, this is not what greets him,” he said.

“You have a son,” I asked as ten dwarves approached us. “What is his name, if I may ask?”

“Bain,” he answered. “Do you have a son?”

“Two. One given and one born to me.”

When the company of dwarves had come to us, one with white hair and beard to match stepped from behind one of them.

“I am Balin,” he said, bowing. “This is my brother, Dwalin and our cousins Óin and Glóin. And they are Ori, Nori, Dori, Bofur, Bombur and Bifur.”

They all bowed slowly, their faces fallen as they looked down, crestfallen.

“You seek Thorin,” I said. “He is alive but not much longer. I am afraid that the others are gone.”

“No,” said the one called Glóin. His hair was much like Dáin’s with whispers of white.

“Where is our cousin,” said the one called Dwalin. “Please tell us.”

“Thranduil has sent him to his tent in Dale,” Bard said, pointing. “It is the largest one.”

“Thank you,” Balin said.

Sadly they walked away, stopping only briefly at the bodies of their fallen kin. When four men walked by, Bard motioned to them.

“Take away the fallen of Durin,” he said. “So that they may be laid to rest.”

They nodded and took up the bodies of Fíli and Kíli with great care. I looked around and suddenly I remembered for what I was looking.

“Where is Bilbo,” I asked. “We need to find him.”

We looked around calling for him on the battlefield until night began to fall. We thought he may have made it to Dale and we ran to our tent where the dwarves stood around Thorin. There was no sign of him. Bard sent his two messengers to find him accompanied by two elves that were not harmed in battle to assist in their search.

As the night passed slowly, I went to my tent to see Thorin. He was alone.

“Thorin Oakenshield,” I said.

“Thranduil,” he answered back softly.

“So you know my name,” I said.

“Yes,” he answered. “I would have said as much had you allowed me to do so when I came into Mirkwood.”

“I apologize. I did not know.”

“Apology accepted,” he said.

“Your valor reminded me of King Durin,” I said. “I was there with him at Dagorlad.”

“Thranduil, son of Oropher,” he began weakly. “King of Greenwood the Great. Lord of the Woodland Realm. I know the stories. Tell me, what did Durin look like? Do you remember?”

“I remember it as if it were yesterday,” I answered. “He looked much like you. Rest, now. For soon will come someone I know you wish to see, Your Majesty.”

I bowed to him went from my tent into the darkness. It was there I saw Mithrandir approaching—his arm bound within a sling.

“Are come for Thorin,” I asked. “He grows weaker.”

“You are far more noble than is said of you,” he said. “But I have known this for some time.”

“I regret that I acted far less than noble with him,” I said. “I wish I had known him longer and I shall regret that far more.”

I left quickly to be alone–upon the rugged terrace where I came my first night into Dale. For the first time, I could see every star in the sky as I had in my youth.

I learned that there were not many of my warriors lost and those wounded would live to see another day. Eldôr went unharmed through the entire battle—so did my council. Before we left, we would attend Thorin’s burial. I had to return something to him that I had taken.

Into the heart of the mountain we went and beside Bard I stood as lanterns lit the way to where his tomb would remain forever. I had seen far too much death in my lifetime—over many generations of all other creatures in Arda. This thing called death took many souls including my wife. I knew I would never understand what it was like to pass into eternal darkness. I would never stop wondering what the dead could see and what their ears could hear.

Surrounded by elves, dwarves, men, Bard placed the Arkenstone on Thorin’s chest and I put with him the Orcrist to protect his resting place and palace of King Dáin II Ironfoot for all time. As we left Thorin for the last time within the mountain, I passed by Bilbo and the skin-changer of the North named Beorn, for in the shape of a great bear, he alone had saved Thorin from being torn to shreds by the son of Azog, Bolg whom he had killed.

When all was done, I prepared to leave. I was sad to leave new friends behind but joyous to return to my home and my sons. Bard came to see me off and had his two messengers bring to me a chest.

“It is rather heavy,” said one.

“You are carrying it wrong,” said the other.

“Talkative,” Bard said shaking his head. “But admirable. Too show our gratitude for your kindness, I would like to give you a gift. I thought they were lost to us but they had been within Lonely Mountain for safe keeping I learned from Dáin.”

He opened the box to show me emeralds that sparkled in the sun as stars and were as leaves of the woodland realm in spring.

“These are the Emeralds of Girion,” he said. “I can think none better than Mirkwood to have them. My people have plenty now.”

“Yes, they do,” I said, as Nimlos and Fëaluin took the chest from the two messengers with little trouble. “They have found peace with the King under the Mountain and prepare to crown a king of their own.”

“Safe journey home to your kingdom, King Thranduil,” he said kindly. “May the three kingdoms in the East remain united.”

“Most certainly, King Bard I of Esgaroth,” I said.

I mounted my horse and turned my army toward Mirkwood. Mithrandir, Bilbo and Beorn would accompany us to where the Forest River flowed into Long Lake at the North East borders of my kingdom.

We came to where we would part ways and I dismounted to stand once more with my new friends.

“Beorn,” I began. “You are welcome beyond the borders of my kingdom and within my halls whenever you wish.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” he said, as he bowed. “You and your people are welcome into my home as well.”

“I will see you again,” I said to Mithrandir and Bilbo. “This was quite an adventure, but it remains unfinished. For now, you have helped to bring to this world a peace long needed.”

Bilbo pulled from his things a necklace of silver and white put it in my hand in return for my hospitality but I knew his gesture came out of friendship. To him I gave the title of “Elf-friend”.

As we parted company, the forest seemed to return to what I remembered when I was young. The creatures of the forest had returned and there were birds I had not heard for what seemed an eternity.

“It feels like Eryn Galen once more,” I said. “It feels like home.”–-Excerpt from TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J.M.Miller 6-7-17

May sound familiar--it should. It's the Battle of the Five Armies. Only in this version, he returns home to his wife--soon. Thranduil attends Thorin's funeral and returns the Orcrist he took from him in Mirkwood.

Chapter I: Awakened (Pt. I)

“It was when I learned to speak that I could tell the story of our kin. I had awakened as Orothôn beneath the stars on the shores of Lake Cuiviénen. I took as my wife Mîrwen, one of most beautiful of the eldalië. The night was our home and it was lit with unimaginable wonder that in time would show itself to be as evil as it was good as time began its journey with us.

It was Mîrwen that made known to me my face. I was tall and had long golden hair with grey eyes filled with specks of blue. It would not be known to men until the coming of day. My countenance would not shine until the first rising of the moon.

As we began to rise, I found Êlengolas—standing to my stature with hair as mine but whose eyes were as cold water—clear and endless. With him was his wife Valdúmîr. Unlike many others, her eyes had had a color I would one day know as the color of the sky during the day and long white hair.

None of us wanted to leave the place of our awakening but as we pre prepared to to go to what we knew was more glorious, I met Valdôr and Finëar. They were as me and Êlengolas in stature and appearance—long golden hair and eyes of grey. Valdôr had for a wife Lothluin whom appeared far different. She was indeed beautiful but her long hair was darker than a starless night; her grey eyes had flecks of gold. Finëar had taken for a wife Nenduriel. She well was not as the others. Her long hair was the color of the earth and her eyes were blue and green.

Together, walked closely together until we were stopped. I realized then there would come into this world may things that would change it forever.”–TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by J.Marie Miller 6-5-2017

Newborn elves on the shores of Lake Cuiviénen. Orothôn is getting accustomed to his world. All things there is or will be have yet come into focus but it is the beginning of a story that would last until his great grandson Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood leaves Middle Earth.

Chapter IX: The Departure to Mithlond

As night began to fall, I made my way to where the rest of my kingdom waited for me. I mounted my horse and paused for a moment. I was leaving this world never to return. Even as there had been pain, there were countless joys.

“Shall we begin,” Thûlë asked.

I nodded and for the last time, I motioned to lead my kingdom to Mithlond. The night started to unveil the stars that shone down from cloudless skies. The journey that have began our ancestors would end with us. I had only learned that we were the last of our kin to depart for Aman.

As we rode throughout the night, I could not help but to notice the world I was born into in a light far different that I could remember. The Misty Mountains seemed far greater beneath the stars as their peaks seemed to touch the heavens above them.

Through forests and across hills through valleys, our journey seemed to leave the younger of our elves spellbound. I had not known the world beyond the Rhovanion until I left for war. To see as I left it seemed disappointing as it was as beautiful as Eryn Lasgalen.

On the last night before we were to reach Mithlond, several elves took our horses to set them free. We would walk the rest of the way into the port. It took some time to console Tárimë as her horse was a gift from me.

I walked a distance from camp watching the sun slowly disappear beneath the horizon. I wondered how life would be in Aman. I thought of how much time had passed since I had seen my mother.

“Forever has never been so close as it is now,” Elranduil said as he approached. “Just over that horizon is where it lies.”

“Are you afraid,” I asked. “To go beyond this world we have only heard about in elven lore. How do we know there is anything out there waiting for us? What if nothing is there and we came so far for nought?”

“Why would you think such a thing,” he asked. “Of course there is something out there beyond the sea. Thûlë came from there, remember. You think we came all this way to fall off the edge of the Earth?”

“Of course not, Elranduil,” I said nervously. “What if what is out there is not the paradise we were told it was?”

“Even now, you are still awaiting something that will never be or never was as father would say.”

“Why are you so sure of what is there,” I asked.

“Why are you so afraid of what is there,” he asked.

I thought about his words for a moment. What was I afraid of? The unknown, perhaps. Fear of looking back and seeing my existence turned to fable told by humans to put their children to sleep. What would become of the kingdom we left behind as the years would turn it to nothing more than relics of a world long since past. Worse, it could be lost as it faded into nature and swallowed by the earth to never be discovered

“There will be nothing of us left, Elranduil,” I said. “Nothing we have done through the centuries will exist no more. We will be forgotten as if we never lived.”

“Not a creature in this world that ever lived was left forgotten,” he said. “They become part of an endless tale that is told and retold from one generation to the next. For each generation there is added shadings and what have you, but underneath the myth lies a grain of truth. That is what will be remembered.”

I must have had a look of wonderment because Elranduil had a great smile on his face.

“When did you become so wise?”

“I always have been wise,” he said. “You never listen to me.”

“For good reason quite often,” I answered.

“Thranduil, whatever lies beyond the horizon you will not be going there alone,” he said. “All of us will see what you will see. For better or worse, we will be together.”

I knew he was right. I always wondered about the unknown whether in fear or curiosity. Now, I would face it myself.

When dawn came, everyone followed Thûlë the rest of the way to Mithlond. The closer we came, the more anxious I became. Once we entered the city, the sun had not yet started its descent. There was one grand ship—large enough for everyone. Tarthôn smiled when he saw it.

“I am looking forward to going home,” he said.

I said nothing as elves began to board. I began to look around Mithlond. The grand halls were empty—not a soul was left. We were truly the last to leave this world.

“You are looking for me, are you not,” a voice asked. I turned to see Êlenuil.

“I was,” I said. “You have kept your word.”

“I have but I also wanted to see if you would come with us,” he said.

“You thought I would stay behind,” I asked.

“Most everyone thought as much,” he said. “Your love for Êlúriel is legendary even in Mithlond. I would not have been surprised had you remained.”

“I wanted nothing more,” I began. But I knew she would not have wanted it to be. She is in my heart where she will never leave. I have forever to remember all she was to me.”

“So it is the same with me and Súlelenth,” he said. “She is where she always has been since the day we met.”

“Your children are on board,” I said. “As well as the rest of your family. Shall we go?”

Êlenuil nodded and we walked on board together. When the bridge was raised and the sails unfurled in the gentle breeze, the ship slowly began it’s journey toward the setting sun into eternity.”–Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 05-19-17.

The end of Book II:The Saga of Thranduil. For now. The last chapter of this book will be in the epilogue of Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen. It has been an honor and a privilege to have given a life to Thranduil. He still lives on in the extended version. No worries. But for now, this officially the last post on this blog.❤️

Chapter VII: The Arrival of Thûlë

“That evening, there was a grand feast in the dining hall to celebrate Legolas’ safe return home. It had been a long time since my household felt whole again as the servants served us the freshest delights prepared for this occasion. Nenduîl and Aranduil sat as close to Legolas and Gimli as they could; eagerly asking them about their adventures. The hall was filled with life as it was when I was young and my father was king. Though I sat in his place, I felt as I had before the wars took so much from our kingdom.

“Thinking again,” Nimlos said leaning across Aramír. “You should be listening to Legolas. He’s had quite the adventure.”

“I will speak with him later,” I said. “As it is, he has the ear of Nenduîl and Aranduil.”

“They have been following him all day,” Aramír said. “He rather enjoys having an audience.”

“Just like his mother,” Nimlos said. “I remember she would tell me and Nenloth about adventures when we were young, though hers came from her imagination as though they were real.”

I laughed softly remembering Êlúriel. Seemed not long ago she was telling me of her childhood or spinning a tale about our life together. As I watched Legolas and Gimli from a distance, their engagement with the children of the court brought memories of Êlúriel in the garden with children. I was a sad but pleasant thought.

“If you will pardon me,” I said, rising.  

The room fell quiet and the court stood to bow to me. I left the dining hall and made my way to the garden. It was a calm evening—nothing but the song of the night sung by the nocturnal chants of the woodlands creatures large and small.

Light of dim lanterns cast shadows down the winding paths as I sat amidst them on a bench deep in thought. It had been so long since I had been accustomed to a peaceful night I wondered what it was like in other cities across the world.

“Ada,” a voice said. “Is something the matter?”

It was Legolas. I shook my head.

“Nothing,” I said. “Just found myself wanting to think. Why are you here?”

“For the same reason,” he said sitting beside me. “So much has come about, there has hardly been time to own’s self. Now that I am home for a time, I want to remember how it was before I leave again.”

“You are leaving,” I asked. “You have just arrived.”

“Not quite yet, Ada,” he said smiling. “You will have me for a time. Though I hardly think you wold notice with Nenduîl and Tárimë at your side.”

“They are growing up,” I said. “Soon they will not need me anymore as they once did.”

“That is not true,” he said. “They will always need you. I still need you. Time has changed many things, but the heart is not one of them.”

“I suppose you will accompany Gimli to Erebor to see his father,” I began. “I know Glóin will want to see his son as much as I wanted to see mine.”

“Of course,” he answered. “Tarthôn wishes to join me, if he may.”

I nodded. It was good to see my sons doing things together once more.

“Gimli was given sovereign over Aglarond and wishes to lead his people there to settle. I wish to see the world.”

“You were always the wandering kind,” I said. “You know I will not stand in your way. It is your fate and yours alone. Mine is here with my people. It always has been and always will be.”

“For now, just be my father,” he said.

“I will forever be your father no matter where you are,” I said. “I am glad for that.”

Legolas and Gimli remained with us for a week before they set out for Erebor with Tarthôn. Their plan was to stay the same amount of time there before leading dwarves through the Rhovanion and onto Aglarond. It seemed a fleeting moment I had my son again, but I had no fear for him now. The world was born anew and many would go seeking what there was to see of it.

I thought many days on what Galadriel said to me. I knew what she what she meant. I had two callings—both struggling within for dominance. Should I stay in my kingdom or make the journey my ancestors never completed into the west. There were hundreds of reasons to leave but only one to remain—Êlúriel. I wanted to lay beside her for eternity. My time in this world was coming to an end but to which end would it come?

I felt there was time enough to think on this; I felt a much better use of my days was to spent with Nenduîl and Tárimë. I had given them each a horse of their own—not realizing they had grown near the height of Legolas at that age. They were no longer children.

One day, I had decided to go riding with them along with Aranduil. Nearly my height now, he started to look much like a true Sindarinwa prince. We had traveled quite a distance—stopping only for Tárimë to pick flowers for her chambers.

When we returned to the stables, we dismounted and walked toward the palace.

“Ada,” Tárimë began. “What do you think of Fëandil?”

“You mean the son of Arawë,” I asked attempting to remember him. “Why do you ask?”

“She has eyes for him,” Nenduîl said teasing his sister. “It is no secret to anyone.”

“Especially to Grandfather,” Aranduil added. “I am surprised he has not said anything to you.”

“Tarthôn has been away often, Aranduil,” I answered. “He only returned from Gondor recently. Is it true, Tárimë? Are you fond of this young elf.”

“No,” she lied. “That is preposterous, Ada. He is as troublesome as these two.”

“I know better, Tárimë,” I said. “You have never been one to hide your emotions from anyone.”

“His face does not displease me,” she said giving her brother a stern glare. “I suppose he is adequate.”

“Adequate,” I said. “If you think he is adequate, then I suppose I should think so as well. Whenever you find him more than adequate, tell me so I may speak with him.”

Aranduil and Nenduîl could not help themselves but to laugh all the way to the front gates when we were met by Ëarmîr.

“Go your way,” I said to them. “Ëarmîr wishes word with me.”

They continued on their way as I approached Ëarmîr.

“Someone wishes an audience with His Majesty,” he said to me.

“Why has Fëaluin sent you to tell me,” I asked.

“I come to you on my own,” he said. “Fëaluin awaits in council.”

We entered the palace and made our way to the throne room. I noticed a tall creature standing quietly in the center of the room. I ascended to my throne as I felt his eyes following me.

I noticed he wore the long robe of a wizard—of the Istari—the color of grey. He had long hair the color of silver with withering skin the color of a winter sky. He approached me, his eyes a deep hue of sky at the end of day.

“Do I know you,” I asked. “You remind me of someone.”

“Mithrandir, perhaps,” he said. “He is no longer the Grey Wanderer as he is known as The White Rider.”

“Who are you,” I asked.

“Thûlë,” he answered, “And I have come quite a long way to see you,” he said. “From Mithlond.”

“May I ask why you have come?”

“As I have said,” he answered with a smile. “I have come to see you.”

I looked down upon him from my throne. I rose and walked down to meet him.

“Why have you come to see me,” I asked.

“It was time,” he answered.

I looked around the court—it had grown shallow and empty. It had become a shell of its former self. I looked to Ëarmîr who stood quietly next to Fëaluin.

“I know,” I said. “I know why you are here.”

“Oh, yes, Thranduil,” he began smiling. “I have heard much about you. You are beyond lore. You are of the ages that this world has seen over centuries. I arrived with Mithrandir in the Second Age and remained in the Havens and watch him sail into the west. He said I should await you there, but I knew I would remain there for another age should I do such a thing, so I came to you.”

“You saw my son, then,” I said. “Legolas?”

“Indeed. He left with a certain dwarf I believe. Gimli, son of Glóin.”

“Did he say anything,” I asked. I was hoping he did not say something that would touch my heart or break it for the mention of his name brought to me every moment I had with him since the day he was born.

“Yes, Thranduil,” he said smiling. “Peda aranon od Eryn Lasgalen, adar nîn, Thranduil Tárisil Oropherion, ernil od Eryn Lasgalen tolant na vedui sí Mithlond.

I knew there were tears in my eyes but I did not care. My son was safe and I missed him greatly.

“I am afraid I have no words,” I said. “I miss my son.”

“He misses his father,” he said.

“How long will you be with us,” I asked quietly.

“Until it is time for me to depart, which will be in five days. I hope that I will not leave this place alone.”

I motioned to Fëaluin.

“Please escort Thûlë to where he may rest his head,” I said.

Fëaluin led him away. Before I could say a word to Ëarmîr, I turned to see Nenduîl.

“Ada,” he began. “Are we leaving Eryn Lasgalen?” 

I looked to see Tárimë as well. Nenduîl looked much like me as Tárimë looked much like Êlúriel. I did not know the answer to his question. I was numbed at the thought of leaving.

“Something the matter,” Tárimë asked. “You are not yourself.”

“I am not myself, Tárimë,” I said. “Go to the gardens, I will come to you later. I must have a word with Ëarmîr.“

They left quickly, giddy with anticipation of seeing me again.

“Galathil left you here to make sure that I would leave for Mithlond.”

“Yes,” Ëarmîr said softly. “You would not leave otherwise.”

“How would anyone know what is in my heart or my mind,” I said as anger and sadness began to rise to the surface.

“Thranduil,” Eldôr began. “Calm yourself.”

“I will not calm myself,” I said. “Do not presume you know me! Any one of you! It is my life and my choice! If I want to remain here in my kingdom, it is my choice! There is no life for me without Êlúriel. Whether I stay here or live forever there, there is no life without her.”

I stormed away toward the gardens hoping Nenduîl and Tárimë would bring me peace as they often would. I felt a light breeze carrying the scent of Êlúriel. I felt my heart fill with joy for the first time since Legolas had returned to me after the war. I stopped at the railing and began to remember my youth. My friends. Everything seemed to return again as it once was. I knew what I had to do. I saw Eldôr approaching me from the court calmly.

“They have grown into beautiful elves,” Eldôr mused. “I know what you are thinking, Thranduil. I have known you since you came into this world.”

“I know, Uncle,” I said. “Perhaps that was the reason for your return.”

“What will you have us to do now,” he asked quietly.

I never let the twins out of my sight. I seemed hypnotized by their frolicking.

“Send forth the rest of our people into the Havens and sail home,” I said. “The time as come. Nenduîl and Tárimë will sail. And so shall I go.” 

We said nothing more as we watched the last of the elven children to grow up in Endor. and led them away to the old pool where I once played in my childhood. I knew I would have to tell Nenduîl and Tárimë that we were going home.

That evening, I requested Ëarmîr to send the twins to my chambers. Eldôr had the court ready themselves to leave Eryn Lasgalen forever. With hurried excitement, what was left of the elves of the last elven kingdom prepared for the journey home.

When the familiar knock came to the door, I took a deep breath.

“Enter,” I said.

Nenduîl and Tárimë came in slowly—uncertain what was about to happen.

“Please, have a seat,” I said. They sat on the edge of my bed in unison; their eyes focused on me.

“Are we leaving Eryn Lasgalen, Ada,” Tárimë asked..

“Yes,” I said. “We are leaving and we will never return.”

“Never,” Nenduîl asked. “Why can we not return home?”

“We are going to a new home,” I said. “Far away from this world. It is a place of eternal youth and beauty where we will live forever.”

“We do that here,” Tárimë said. “Why can we not do that here?”

“Because we are elves,” I said. “Unlike any other creatures we are. Our time here must end so the rest of this world may continue. I know you will miss Eryn Lasgalen, but where we go will be far more beautiful.”

“Where you go, we will go, Ada,” Nenduîl said.

“We love you, Ada,” Tárimë said.

“I love you, too,” I said.

I embraced them, my heart heavy with the thought of leaving but glad knowing I will be with them for all eternity. When I released them, they were smiling.

“Now, go prepare yourselves. We leave at week’s end.”

They nodded and left me alone. I looked around my chambers remembering every moment of my life that took place within its walls. Memories were the only thing I would take with me—they were all that I would need.”–––Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 05-19-17.

Thranduil makes the decision the world wanted to know if he would make.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why,” I asked. “Something amiss?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could not contain my joy and embraced him tightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone broke into laughter.

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

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

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

They looked at him and then at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Worse,” Tarthôn said. “Far worse.”

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

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

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

“The day was more beautiful than I could remember—crisp and clear. I was dressed in my finest spring regalia to go before my people. I stood in the hall quietly awaiting my children. Soon, Nenduîl and Tárimë came before me. Nenduîl looked uncomfortable in his little robes which were as mine and I tried not to laugh.

“Shall we go,” I asked.

They nodded and we made our way down the hall toward the front gate. Before we were to exit, we awaited the rest of the family. Soon, Eldôr, Elranduil, Ardôr, Ninyáre, Tarthôn, Ëariâth, Orisil, Arlúin, Elendôr, Aradúlin, Tatháron, Aranduil, Êleneth, Aramoth, Nenloth, Nimlos, Sildúriel, Aruilos, Nimlúin, Aradûial, Fëaluin and Linurial. When all were assembled, the doors were opened and we walked out into the sun. 

Before us stood every elf in the kingdom standing side by side with elven warriors of Lothlórien. On the bridge awaited Celeborn, Galadriel, Galathil, Ëarmîr, Isílion, Tárion, Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin. As I took my place beside Celeborn and Galathil, I nodded—a smile across my face I felt for what seemed an eternity.

“Elves of Mirkwood,” Celeborn began. “The curse of Sauron that kept your people in shadow is no more. Your kin in the West need not fear any longer the darkness their kin in the East have endured alone. The name of your king shall once again be on the lips of all creatures in Arda as it was always meant to be. Forevermore shall he be known as King Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen.”

There rose from the elves cheers that could be heard for miles around. I turned to Celeborn as he smiled at me. I had no words to express the happiness I felt. “You need not say a word, Thranduil,” he said. “It was my pleasure. We never should have let you suffer such evil alone. You are one of us—our kin. Forgive me such indignity.”

“There is nothing you have done that needs forgiving,” I said. “It was not your doing that our kingdom fell to Sauron. I know now you did what you felt you had to do. You are here now. That is all that matters.”

“Until tomorrow,” he said. “I am sure Elrond is waiting for us to return to prepare for a wedding.”

“Arwen and Aragorn,” I said.

“Galadriel can hardly contain herself,” he mused. “I find it refreshing she has lent her wisdom elsewhere rather than on me.”

“Seems Nenduîl would agree with you.”

“She told me about him,” he added. “A rather precocious stripling you have there. Galadriel need more rest than we did coming from battle, I dare say.”

“I am afraid he gets it from my cousin, Elranduil,” I said laughing. “He was much like Nenduîl in his youth.”

“I remember you having an rather inquisitive penchant for trouble,” he said. “As it were, Elranduil told me as much. Still have an inkling of it.”

“Elranduil says many things,” I said glancing at him as he spoke with Galathil. “Most of which are exaggeration.”

He laughed and went to Galadriel as Aranduil, Nenduîl and Tárimë ran by followed by several other elven children nearly knocking over Ëarmîr.

“Must I stay, Uncle,” I heard him ask Galathil.

“I beg your pardon,” I asked walking over to them. “What is this about?”

“Ëarmîr will remain with you when we leave,” Galathil said. “He knows his place. Not a word until the day comes.”

“I do not understand,” I began before Elranduil interrupted.

“Enough for now,” he said. “We have things to attend to. If we may, Galathil?” He nodded and walked away with Ëarmîr.

“Why is Ëarmîr staying with us,” I asked again. “Which of my council is he replacing?”

“No one is leaving,” he said escorting me into the palace. “He is staying with us for a brief time. I would not worry yourself about it just now. You have to decide what to do with the extended borders of Eryn Lasgalen.”

I stopped short of the main gates as the guards opened the door.

“I could have sworn I am the King of the realm,” I said angrily. “Yet, somehow I have no knowledge of what goes on within it. I demand that you tell me what is going on this instant.”

“I cannot tell you for it is not for me to tell,” he said. “Just know it is all for the best. Now, Fëaluin awaits us in your study.”

We continued on into the palace and into the study. I was prepared to protest when I stopped in my tracks. In my presence was Ardôr talking to his son Elendôr as Fëaluin spoke with Eldôr. They turned and bowed to me.

“You wished a word, Fëaluin,” I asked. “Perhaps you can tell me what no one else will.”

“I gather you learned of Ëarmîr,” he said. “He will be staying in Eryn Lasgalen.”

“I am aware of that,” I said sharply. “Why is what I seem to find difficult to ascertain.”

“He is here for me,” he said. “I require additional assistance.”

“Oh, well,” I answered. “That tells me absolutely nothing.”

“I shall explain to you later, if I may, Thranduil,” he said reading a scroll. “My time is sacrosanct just now. Must prepare for tonight.”

“Tonight,” I asked perplexed. “What is tonight?”

“Dinner,” Eldôr said, patting my shoulder as he and Fëaluin walked past me and out of the study.

“Worry not, Thranduil,” Ardôr said quietly. “All is well in your kingdom.”

He left with Elendôr, leaving me and Elranduil to ourselves. I had a feeling of suspicion within that something was going to happen.

“Elranduil, what do you know,” I asked. “Please, tell me.”

“You are the King of Eryn Lasgalen,” he said. “If you wish to know more than that, I am afraid I will be of little help. I am just as confounded as you are, cousin.”

I knew then I was in for another revelation that would be more spectacular than the last.”––Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 05-8-17.

It's official--Thranduil is now King Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen. Now he has a new court member, a larger kingdom, and one more night of Lothlórien elves. Now there is another revelation he doesn't know about and no one is saying what. Poor King Thranduil. 😏 Find out tomorrow--this will be an all-week event to the end.

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

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

“Very well,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, outside.”

“Will you come with us,” Tárimë asked.

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

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

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

Smiling they embraced me and I in return.

“We love you, Ada,” they said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More visions, more secrets..lots of more coming through a celebration for the end of the War of the Ring. Thranduil finds himself with his mother Queen Nimeithel near the grave of Êlúriel.

Should anyone like to read the first three pages (edited) of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil (which currently is 474 pages at last count and will be available for a limited time after I discuss it with some people to see how much I am going to actually be allowed to share while getting it done).

Enjoy.

Guess what...first three pages of the book will be available to read for a limited time. Even some of this has been changed. Slightly. But this still is the most complete updated version of the first three pages of The Saga of Thranduil.

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

“I mounted my horse and looked around to see elven soldiers proudly awaiting my command.  At my side waited Celeborn smiling serenely.

“Shall we,” he asked.

I smiled in return, motioned to move forward. As our procession began it’s slow move home, I looked back at the smoldering ruins of what was once Dol Guldur. Though it would be a long time before it would once again resemble Amon Lanc, the darkness was gone from my kingdom forever.

For a time, we traveled in silence—each of us savoring the victory filled the air and fell over the whole of Arda. As we made our way closer to the palace, a faint sound of cheers was heard.

“Word still travels quickly among our people,” Celeborn remarked.

“It is just as well,” I said. “We return victorious as I told Galadriel we would.”

“Seems Galadriel is not the only one with the gift of foresight,” he said.

“Not so much foreseen as promised, Celeborn.”

As we came to the path leading to the bridge, my kingdom welcomed us with glorious fanfare. Under a shower of flower petals. I could see my court waiting for us joyfully on the bridge. Galadriel stood before them with Nenduîl and Tárimë. As we stopped, I dismounted as they came running to me.

“Ada,” they squealed as I knelt down to embrace them.

“You are home,” Tárimë said.

“Yes, I am,” I answered, as I noticed they were dressed in their finest court attire. “And how did you manage to greet me dressed so elegantly?”

“Lady Galadriel,” Nenduîl said pouting. “She told us it would please you.”

“I am well pleased,” I said as I saw Galadriel approaching as Celeborn and the rest of the princes began to great their loved ones. I stood up and bowed to her.

“You must be weary,” she said embracing Celeborn. “Let our warriors take their rest before we return home, if they may, Thranduil.”

“Of course,” I said. “Fëaluin, prepare the court for celebration if you will.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said smiling, his wife Linurial in his arms. “It would be my pleasure.”

As everyone made their way into the palace, I remained behind with Nenduîl and Tárimë.

“Tell me, children,” I began. “Did you mind yourselves while I was away?” “I did,” Tárimë said. “I cannot say the same for my brother.”

“I was well-behaved,” Nenduîl said defensively. “Much more than my sister.”

“If I were to ask Galadriel, what would she say to me?”

There was a moment of silence and I could not help myself but to laugh. I took each by the hand and head inside the palace. I was happy and home again.

Inside, the twins went their way and I made my way into my study where waited the many faces of my lifetime. To thunderous applause I was received. I approached Celeborn as he stood beside Galathil, Eärmîr, Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin. We stood for a moment looking at one another as the praise subsided. It was then that we embraced one another. Cheers returned again—the sound rising louder than the falls behind us.

“Let no more time fall between us now that darkness has fallen from the rest of our days,” I said. “It is a day I never thought I would see but for my father I am his eyes from the grave. He would be proud.”

“Yes, he would, Thranduil,” Celeborn said. “Tonight we celebrate and tomorrow you will face the world as King of Eryn Lasgalen.”

“What,” I said taken aback. “What are you saying?”

Celeborn smiled as Galathil patted me on the shoulder.

“You were never one to take anything without bewilderment,” Galathil said. “Or so I have been told.”

“Yes, I am afraid my cousin is often taken aback,” I heard Elranduil say as he approached. “Good news or bad, it does take him a moment to find the words to say anything.”

“Well, then. He has the rest of the evening to find his words,” Celeborn said. “In the meantime, I believe your court is being prepared for celebration and I shall take my leave to do likewise.”

I never heard the study empty nor had I realized I had regained my kingdom. It was a moment I would never forget—after so long under the curse of Sauron, I had come full circle to see my kingdom through sorrow and pain to joy and peace.

For as long as there is a kingdom to rule, you will. My father’s words rang true—as I heard them spoken once more from my heart.

“Thranduil,” I heard my name called. I turned to see Nimlos. “Yes,” I asked. “What is it?”

“Time to get ready for the celebration,” he said. “You are not going like that, are you?”

I looked down at myself. I was still in my armor—stained with dirt and the dried blood of orcs.

“I could use a change of wardrobe,” I answered. “And a bath.”

I went to my bath and noticed I was alone. I looked forward to having a moment to myself. After my armor was removed, my dressers left to prepare my wardrobe for the evening. Once in the bath, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and felt myself release all the tension of the day.

“You never cease to amaze me,” I heard a voice say to me.

“Elranduil,” I answered. “Who allowed you in here?”

“Amusing, Thranduil,” he answered. I opened one eye to see him sitting nearby in his robe and fresh from his bath. “I wanted to see to your well-being.”

“What do you want,” I asked.

“Not a thing,” he answered. “Though father wanted to know how you were. You seemed beyond his reach for a moment What is on your mind?”

“I am in need of rest is all,” I answered as I closed my eye. “Nothing more. Uncle mustn’t worry himself although I am quite sure it is you that would like to know more.”

“No,” he said. “Though your son wishes to speak with you before tonight’s celebration.”

I opened my eyes and sat up.

“Tarthôn,” I asked. “Is something the matter?”

“Not at all,” Elranduil answered. “He is quite well. There is no hurry. He is with Ëariâth just now. He has something he wishes to tell you. He refuses to tell anyone but you.”

“I have raised him well, then,” I said reclining once more. “He knows you can never keep a secret.”

“I can so,” he said rising. “I kept many of your secrets. Is it my fault Ardúin could get them from me? She can be quite persuasive.”

“She is not persuasive, Elranduil. You are afraid of her.”

“I am not,” he began as a servant entered and bowed.

“Yes,” I asked.

“I was sent by Her Highness, Princess Ardúin,” he said quietly. “She wishes for His Highness Prince Elranduil to join her immediately.” “Tell her I shall be with her in a moment,” Elranduil said. “Now, Elranduil,” a voice came from across the room. It was Ardúin. I could not help but laugh.

“If you will excuse me,” Elranduil said. “My wife requires my presence.”

He hurried away with the servant. I took another moment to enjoy my solitude until I rang for servants to come. I stepped out of my bath and was dried and dressed in a robe and I made my way to my room. The guards opened my door and I entered. A moment later, my dressers entered and began to prepare me for the night. I was placed in the colors of spring—rich greens with silver embroidered leaves on my coat. A knock came to my door.

“Enter,” I said as one servant began combing my hair. It was Tarthôn with Aranduil close behind.

“You have a shadow with you, son,” I said.

Tarthôn turned and picked up his grandson.

“Well what do you know,” he said. “How did you come upon me, Aranduil?”

“I followed you,” he said. “I wanted to come.”

“I think he wanted to see you as much as I did,” Tarthôn said. “You look fine this evening, Ada.”

“As do you,” I said noticing he was already dressed for the evening. “Elranduil said you wished to tell me something.”

“Yes,” he began. “There was word from Gondor.”

“Gondor,” I asked. “What of it?”

“Legolas has survived the war,” he said. “He is there with Aragorn. I was told of it before we left Dol Guldur. It would appear Legolas sent a messenger ahead of the news.”

I turned slowly toward Tarthôn—who was straightening Aranduil’s little buttons on his robe. When he looked up, his face was smiling as brightly as my own must have been.

“This is wonderful news,” I said. “Wonderful. I have both of my sons and I could not ask for more.”

“Me,” Aranduil said angrily. “I am here too.”

“Yes,” I said. “You are here as well, Aranduil. How could I have forgotten?” In overwhelming joy, I embraced them both. I knew I would see my sons together again some day soon.”–Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 04-26-17

The end is near-- not yet. There has to be a celebration 🎉. The court prepares and news from Gondar reaches Thranduil. Legolas is alive and well in Gondar. Thranduil has everything including the words of his father: for as long as there is a kingdom to rule, you will.

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

“I emerged from my tent at dawn to the sound I had not heard for centuries it seemed—birds chirping melodiously. Nearby, there were woodland creatures roaming beneath the forest tress softly swaying in unison as a gentle breeze blew through their branches. The sky began to lighten as the sun rose; it was a vibrant blue I could almost touch.

Evil was gone. I could not help but remember the years that had come before—so many years of darkness intermingled with moments of joy swirling around times of anguish. I had come out of the shadows to see the dawn of the new age father had said I would.

“Thranduil, son of Oropher,” I heard a voice say beside me. It was Galathil.

“Galathil, son of Galadhon,” I answered. “So this is the day our fathers wished to see.”

“Yes,” he said. “And yet, it comes as every day before it—in a whisper too quiet for us to hear. Perhaps that is how time wishes it to be. To allow us to appreciate all that is given and all that is lost.”

“I have spent much of my life fighting time as much as evil,” I said. “I have never known what it would like not to fight something.”

“I am sure you will not miss it,” he said. “You will not forget it, but you will not miss it.”

“I know one day, I will forget,” Celeborn said as he walked toward us with Ëarmîr. “I look forward to that day with great expectation. For now, I look forward to our return to your palace, Thranduil. Galadriel is waiting.”

“I must apologize to you, Celeborn,” I said as I saw Eldôr approaching with Elranduil. “I did not prepare her for the horrors of my halls.”

“What horrors,” Celeborn asked concerned.

“Three little elven children, I am afraid,” Elranduil said smiling. “They are rather precocious. They seemed to have inherited such behavior from me, right dear cousin?”

I gave him weak smile as he laughed with the others.

“I am sure they cannot be anywhere near the trouble of Elladan and Elrohir,” Celeborn said laughing. “I am sure Galadriel is fine, though I cannot promise the same for the children.”

As we laughed together I noticed Êlenuil with his brother Elendôr. He had a grey horse by its reins that was saddled and prepared for a long journey.

“If you excuse me,” I said.

I walked toward them; my gait heavy as my heart. They bowed to me as I came before them.

“So you are leaving, Êlenuil,” I said. “So soon after battle?”

“I must,” he said quietly, looking at the ground. “It is for the best.”

“You do remember what I asked of you?”

“Yes, Thranduil,” he answered as he looked at me. “You have my word.”

“I will send your children to you when the time comes,” I said. “I trust you will be there to receive them.”

“I will wait for them,” he said. “You have my word.”

I felt sorry for Êlenuil for his pain was palpable. His sorrow reminded me of myself when I lost Êlúriel. I wondered if I had been too hard on him.

“Elendôr, go see to your father,” I said. “I would like a moment with your brother.”

“Yes, Thranduil,” he said bowing. We watched him walk away toward camp. I could see things were being prepared for the journey back to the palace.

“Have I been too harsh with you, Êlenuil,” I asked. “If I have, forgive me.”

“You have been nothing more than noble,” he said. “As expected a King.”

“You are my kin,” I said. “You are a prince of the realm. You returned to fight for your people. I do not know anything more noble than that.”

“Thank you,” he said smiling beneath his golden hair.

“I remember when I lost my wife,” I began, my mind reliving the moment again as it had for centuries. “I would be remiss if I did not tell you how it was for me.”

“There is no need for you to remember such pain,” he said.

“I have never forgotten,” I said. “I have lived every day with that pain. There is not a moment I do not think about her. She died for me. She gave her life for me and I have lived with the guilt that I could not save her.”

I could tell by Êlenuil’s expression that my face had fallen grave. I felt the tears falling down my cheek as they had the day I held Êlúriel’s lifeless body in my arms.

“I did not deserve her,” I said. “She was too good for me, but she loved me as if I were. I thought then as I do now that I should have fallen in her place. It was not meant to be and I know she would not want me to leave our sons without a father nor a kingdom without a king. I know how you long for Súlelenth, Êlenuil. I can see it in your eyes. I see me in your eyes.”

Êlenuil was looking at me, his face serene. He had a smile on his face—one I had not seen since his youth.

“I know how it has been for you, cousin,” he said. “That is why I left Nenduîl and Tárimë with you.”

“What are you saying,” I asked trying to compose myself rather poorly. “I do not understand.”

“When they were born, grandfather remarked how much they reminded him of you and the Queen,” he said. “Súlelenth never knew her but her mother told her stories all her life about your love. When she died, I could not look at my children not because I did not love them. It was not because I lost their mother, though I loved her with all my heart. I knew she was mortal and would have died as mortals will. I could not look at them because they were so close and reminded me of you and Queen Êlúriel.”

I had regain some composure as I found myself wanting to understand what Êlenuil was trying to say.

“I am afraid you have lost me,” I said.

“I knew they brought you much joy,” he said nearly laughing. “No matter how hard you tried to show otherwise. You are the worst liar in all of Arda, you realize.”

“I am not,” I said defiantly.

“You wished no more to see them when they were born no more than I wish to see them now because they reminded you of the very same thing. They are named for you and your queen.”

“You are right,” I admitted. “But why leave them with me?”

“They adore you,” he said. “I could not bare to lose their love.”

“You are their father,” I said. “How could they not love you?”

“I know they love me,” he said. “I love them very much. But they are a comfort to you. As much a gift to you as they were to me. I think it was for you they were born.”

“Êlenuil,” I said sternly. “What are you saying?”

“I know they had visions of Queen Êlúriel,” he said. “As did their mother.”

I felt myself grow colder even as the day grew warmer around me. I was seemed unable to move.

“They know their purpose and I know mine,” Êlenuil said smiling. “I will keep my word to you.”

We looked at each other—seemingly knowing what the other felt. He embraced me and I could not help but return it.

“Thank you for the mithril,” he whispered, releasing me from his embrace. He mounted his horse and rode toward the west as he had done once before. I watched him until I could not see him.

“Thranduil,” I heard someone say. I looked to see Elranduil standing next to me. “Something the matter?”

“No,” I said. “I was just seeing Êlenuil on his way.”

“We await you to lead us home,” he said. “Unless there is a reason you wish us to remain here and watch you stare at trees.”

I grinned at him—nearly laughing at myself. I nodded and we headed toward camp. Seeing the elves of Mirkwood and Lothlórien together brought back memories of the last time we were together. This time, we were not riding off to war; we were riding home victorious.”–Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 04-14-17

Thranduil' new world begins with learning a secret from Êlenuil. 😀