#in honor of jrr tolkien
@tkwrtrilogy3 will return soon. I had a death in the family. My stepmother passed away (also I got sick; not COVID-19). Many things are returning (and some new things).
Chapter IX: The Reckoning (Pt. II)
As it was told to me sometime later: the whole of Doriath stood still that day. No wind blew through the trees and nary a forest creature could be seen. Time seemed to stop within our borders. Even within the halls of Menegroth there was an unsettled anticipation. Silence filled every chamber and the only sound heard was our footsteps—like heartbeats they filled our ears with anxious desire for a return to normalcy. This day would never be forgotten in the annals of time. Yet in the moment, one could forget there was ever a time such as this to remember.
It was the day Lady Lúthien and her Beren would return to Menegroth. Even as the day began as always, an uneasy excitement whispered through its hallowed halls.
I was called upon by Elmo and Orowen to receive the returning couple with the rest of the family. I had met the request with some doubt—for I feared it was all in vain. Nonetheless, I acquiesced for the sake of Mîrwen.
At sunrise on that day, I rose to find Mîrwen standing across our chamber draped in her robe and staring upward.
“Mîrwen,” I began. “Is something the matter?”
“Would you think ill of me if I were to say I wished this day had never come,” she asked softly.
“You know I could never think ill of you,” I said as I got up and walked over to her. “May I asked why you fell this way?”
She turned toward me; her eyes felt like daggers through my heart.
“I know of your visions, Orothôn,” she said. “I know you have seen was is to come and it will be this day that casts its long shadow upon this world.”
“What are you saying,” I asked.
“You know well what I am saying,” she snapped.
“If I did, my love, I would know how to answer.”
“Why did you say nothing to me of what you have seen,” she demanded.
“I did not wish to upset you,” I said. “It would appear I had just cause.”
“I am not amused, Orothôn,” she said.
“Nor am I, Mîrwen. What has brought you to this, dare I ask?”
“I know far more than you think,” she said.
“Well, that would not surprise me as you spend your days with the ladies of the court,” I answered. “I can only begin to imagine what you talk about when your husbands are not around.”
“We do not discuss Súlwë,” she said.
Words escaped me.
“Where did you hear that name,” I asked.
“It does not matter from where I heard it,” she answered as her voice seemed darker. “What matters is he knows the reason why this day has come. Your visions are what lies in the future this day foreshadows.”
“Mîrwen, please,” I said softly. “No more.”
“For now,” she whispered as we heard a knock at the door. “Enter.”
Servants entered the room to dress us for the day.
“I will tell you as much as I can,” I whispered.
“No, Orothôn. You will tell me all that you know.”
She smiled and motioned to her dressers and disappeared behind her screen.
I made my way to my attendants and we were dressed in silence. When we were ready, Mîrwen and I entered the hall where we met Oropher and Nimeithel.
“Ada,” he said. “You clean up nicely. How long has it been since we have had the occasion to be so formal?”
“It has been too long,” I answered.
We began making our way to the main vestibule. I put aside the events of the morning the closer to the throne we came. Not since we first entered into Menegroth had it looked so festive. I allowed myself a moment of much needed peace.–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 09-22-2020
Images: ©2001, 2002, 2003. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. All Rights Reserved.
Where have I been? Getting ready for this. The return of Lúthien and Beren.
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Chapter IX: The Reckoning (Pt. I)
The court began buzzing with delight with news of Lúthien’s return. Iarûr was the only one among us whose demeanor remained solemn. When I had the opportunity later in the evening, I found him in his chambers alone at his writing table. I entered cautiously through is opened door.
“Pleas come in, Orothôn,” he said without looking up form his work.
“I am not interrupting your work,” I asked.
“No,” he said looking up. “There was no work to be done this hour. I was putting my thoughts down for my own remembrance of this day.”
“It is this day I wished to speak to you about,” I said.
“I know,” he sewered. “You are quite perceptive. If you thought the news of this day troubled me, then you were correct.”
“It is wonderful news,” I said. “The return of the king’s daughter will make this kingdom whole once more.”
“You are naive in your optimism,” Iarûr said sternly. “It will serve you well on the darkest night but in the light of day, you must acknowledge reality.”
“I do not understand.”
“N one returns from Angband as they entered,” he said softly. “I can only imagine the horrors of the Lady Lúthien must have seen. No one can witness such evil without losing part of themselves.”
“The king will be happy once more,” I said almost pleading with him.
“Yes, he will,” he agreed. “But it will be short-lived, Orothôn. I am afraid this world will never be the same again. It is changing, my friend. The elements of good and evil have intermingled creating seasons not so easily discernible.”
I could say nothing—I just stood there thinking about those words as they seared a hole in my heart. Now I feared what may come to us upon the return of Lúthien and Beren.–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 07-06-2020
Images: ©2001, 2002, 2003. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. All Rights Reserved.
This is actually part one of three. In this scene, Orothôn speaks to Iarûr about the return of Lúthien and Beren.
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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
Images: ©2012, 2013, 2014. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey, The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug, The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies. All Rights Reserved.
We’re back from hiatus and just in time–it seems that Lúthien and Beren are about to return from their perilous journey.
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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
Images: ©2001, 2002, 2003. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. All Rights Reserved.
In the absence of Lúthien, a new elfling is born–even as Angband begins to rumble.
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An excerpt from the upcoming excerpt that premieres at midnight . @tkwrtrilogy3
You have been warned. The wait is over.
It is time for @tkwrtrilogy2@tkwrtrilogy@tkwrtrilogy3@tkwrtnewsfeed@tkwrtrilogyhistory and all of its affiliates to leave Tumblr. I have broken no rules yet I am being blocked for some godforsaken reason. These books have been here for over five years, and all of a sudden they are getting blocked? I’m not gonna deal with this BS anymore. This is what I do as a writer. It’s my life’s work and I won’t have it compromised by a blog with crappy algorithms. I’m just going to exclusively be on WordPress, Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter from now on. Sorry @staff, but your rules are ridiculous. It has not violated any nudity graphic violence and or sex rules for over five years and they want to block things? I do not even use but one image at a time, and they are all from MIDDLE EARTH. This was the last straw. When my readers can’t read what they love, it is time to go. I am done with Tumblr. I am tired of this. I don’t use it them that much anyway anymore, so it is time to leave. I will be gone by the end of February.
Newsfeed #125 January 3, 2021 (3 Narvinyë)
Happy Birthday to J.R.R. Tolkien
If not for the genius of my 20th century literary hero, there would never be a Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy. He is known as the grandfather of the modern fantasy genre. He maintained a child-like wonder and imagination his entire life and that what I strive to do because it is what gives us hope and allows us to believe anything is possible.
RESPECT.
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Newsfeed #120 March 29, 2020 (29 Súlimë)
COVID-19 IMMEDIATE STATEMENT: IT HIT US HARD.
Not to spend more time than is necessary on what has taken so long to work on The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm TrilogyandThe House of Durin, but it was Coronavirus Related.
My writing partner and author of The House of Durin is in the Italian Epicenter. Just recently, my world has experienced rapid growth of this deadly virus. At this moment in time, neither one of us has coronavirus nor have we tested positive*.
The decision to continue work, at first, was a matter of despair until today when one of my readers tested positive and said goodbye in preparation for imminent death. It was heartbreaking but heartfelt as they ask that I would continue my work on TKWRT as well as the new book due to begin in May of this year—The Secret of the House of Bourbon.
Please read my entire statement here and I look forward to the continuing adventures of The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy.—Jaynaé Marie Miller.
*Subject to change (though we are both in quarantine).
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Newsfeed #118 December 25, 2019 (25 Ringarë)
MERRY CHRISTMAS: ENJOY THE DAY! DECEMBER 26 IS 23 HOURSAWAY.
It is that time of the year–to celebrate the holidays. Go ahead. I’ll wait until December 26 when the Extended Version will be available for download. Watch this space–carefully. There will be a lot of information forthcoming. (Go watch LOTR in honor of December 25, 3019 T.A.)
Meanwhile, you can always catch up with the Original Version here or on WordPress. Until then, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good-night.
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Newsfeed #117 October 29, 2019 (29 Narquelië)
IT HAS FINALLY ARRIVED: THE HOUSE OF DURIN by DEBORAH MENEGHETTI.
If you were wondering where I was, I was preparing for the “sister” series of “The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy”. We’ve been working hard for the past 6 weeks to get it ready to go on this day.
(Due to time zone differences, you may want to check periodically throughout the day to see if has gone up).
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Newsfeed #117 October 1, 2019 (1 Narquelië)
The time has come to announce the Rise (once again) of the The House of Durin: @thehouseofdurin.
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Newsfeed #116 August 18, 2019 (18 Úrimë)
Happy 1st Anniversary to Thranduil!
365 days ago, The Saga of Thranduil debuted on WordPress for the first time. 16,600+ views later, here we are. For 24 hours, I decided to release the original version one last time before the release of the Extended Version in December.
The next time it will be available will inside the entire trilogy. Don’t worry, though–another surprise is forthcoming.
If you belong to the book’s Facebook Page, you’ll be able to download it there. You may also download it here: https://tkwrtrilogy.wordpress.com/2019/08/18/happy-first-anniversary/
For everyone else, go to https://drive.google.com/open?id=1wpSK81RnBiweFnGhdUN52hym7edsMv-z
Thank you for reading. If my father were here, he would be proud.
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Newsfeed #115 August 17, 2019 (17 Úrimë)
English & Italian: One Fine Day
I’m “fortunate” to have such a great friend who is also angelic and happens to be Italian to create titles for me (Okay, I lost a bet; moving on).
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Newsfeed #113 July 6, 2019 (6 Cermië)
YOUTUBE: Are You Ready for Us?
Yeah, not that it matters–we’re going to go there anyway. We are so busy now that we have to find some way to interact with our readers and answer their questions. Since there are two of us in two different countries and time zones, finessing will be involved (so will casting someone to speak for us when we’re busy and I’m not showcasing the sword fighting I use to choreograph battle scenes).
First off, The House of Durin@thehouseofdurin debuts in the Fall of 2019 so you’ll just have to deal with me and @tkwrtrilogy@tkwrtrilogy2@tkwrtrilogy3 @trenarnolegolaslasgalen@oflordsandkingstkwrtbook@tkwrtsongofsevenrivers for a while (and all its other parts: @extendedtkwrtrilogyend@tkwrtrilogylasttale)
But wait! There’s MORE!(and,@staff this is a book that kids can read).
You’ll never guess who’s coming to town.
Okay, okay. Lindir isn’t the only “loremaster” in town. Even the Keepers have tales and boy, is it interesting! (If you’re reading Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen@tkwrtrilogy3 right now, one of the first of them is lurking around in Doriath.
Just when 2019 couldn’t get any busier, 2020 is filling up like a rain barrel in a monsoon. Other than the occasional familial disagreement I have, I spend most of my time coming up with ways Thranduil can conquer the world. He already has LinkedIn mesmerized I have no idea how he pulled that one off. I mean he’s actually got “stans” on a business networking site!
Nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to Thranduil. Someone called him my magnum opus today so his opus will be returning in the Winter of 2019.
So, to recap, The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm TrilogyandThe House of Durin will be on YouTube in 2020 (at some point) and you’ll get exclusive looks into Loremasters: Keepers of the Tales and updates on the other books like Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen,The Song of Seven RiversandOf Lords & Kings.
So, if you were wondering where I’ve been for the past month, well, now you know.
Okay, no. I was writing. But Galadriel just fell in love with CeleborninBook I: The Epic of Eryn Galen. I’m guessing at some point her harrowing tale of crossing the Helcaraxë will come to light.
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Newsfeed #110 December 30, 2018 (30 Ringarë)
THANK YOU FOR READING–MORE TO COME IN 2019.
I was initially prepared to post an excerpt for Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen when I came upon some horrific human food that put me down for some time this evening. I’ve finally evolved into an elf so Lembas, it is then. Water, Lettuce and Lembas will be my new diet. I hope that will be enough to sustain me for when I resume sword fighting again.
Anyway, it has been quite the year–in spite of losing my father in October. He’d be proud to know his little gift from me has garnered 6700+ views on WordPress in less than six months. I credit much of that to my father–when I announced his death, my stats jumped up like the rock star he was. That, children, is how you get a mountain named after you in Antarctica (that’s true, my father has one of those for his work in the field of Chemistry). I have some very large shoes to fill on my journey through the rest of my life. Perhaps I’ll make my mark in writing. I think I’m getting good at it. ☺️ Better, anyway.
I wanted everyone to that I’m going to start posting the Character Appendix again. I think it’s time now; there are an awful lot of new characters to get you lost–just like a Tolkien book.
You’ll thank me later: https://officialwptkwrt.wordpress.com/characters/
Also, great news! Someone taught me how to work this Tumblr thing. I’m only good for writing–I am horrible with all that technical stuff. They had to do a pictorial. As soon as I figure it out, The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy will have a Table of Contents just like on WordPress. It will make it so much easier to read. I’m gathering @fortunatelyclevercandy is going to do the same with The House of Durin: @thehouseofdurin . It will help you get through the (now) over 1000 pages of The Elvenking and his wonderful world.
This is what I do now–full time. I’m so busy with it, I’m going to need a new assistant. I can be hard to deal with but I’m reasonably adorable. Such is the life of The Elvenking of the Woodland Realm.
Thank you for reading my little story. I’m glad it’s an interesting read. I put my little heart into it for over three years now. Just celebrated my 3rd Anniversary on Tumblr (December 22). I love writing this story (and all of them; one book down, four to go).
You helped to make my father’s dream come true–you helped make his youngest child an author. He’s somewhere smiling now–with Professor Tolkien, I hope. I’m looking forward to 2019. You have a year to go for the next release of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. I think you’re going to like it.
You haven’t seen anything yet. I can’t wait for you to find out what Thranduil is like when his only daughter (Isílriel) introduces her father to her chosen soulmate. And wait until you meet Elranduil’s daughter. (Yeah, the cousins have to do everything together). Happy Holidays!
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Newsfeed #108 December 3, 2018 (3 Ringarë)
MERRY CHRISTMAS: ANOTHER BOOK IS ON ITS WAY!
I know, it’s been awhile. I had to take care of a few things after the death of my father. He will be missed but I know he would have wanted me to continue my work (he told me as much prior to his death). Just would like to say that there are TWO of us now–two writers of stories based on the works of John Ronald Reuel Tolkien.
Introducing “The House of Durin” by Deborah Meneghetti.
Tumblr: https://thehouseofdurin.tumblr.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/The-House-of-Durin-2262672203745024/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/de_crystalwings/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/de_crystalwings
It will be available in (get this) ENGLISHandITALIAN! Yes, this venture is about to go multi-lingual (see below as well). See, I plugged that one, @fortunatelyclevercandy . Just for you, Angioletto .
To give you a little background on what is going on: This book is as it is described, ”The story of the heirs of Durin the Deathless”. Anyone who has read the works of J.R.R. Tolkien knows that the line of Durin runs deep so this will be an opportunity to explore it in depth. Like The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy,The House of Durin is based on the works of Tolkien; put together from what he has left behind, as it were.
Eventually, both books will weave together in many places readers are familiar with and from different perspectives, you can imagine. The other two standalone books belonging to TKWRT (The Song of Seven Rivers@tkwrtsongofsevenriversandOf Lords & Kings@oflordsandkingstkwrtbook ) will do the same thing. In the end, there will be several books telling different tales from the same world that at times meet each other.
Imagine: Girls thought of all this.
Moving on:
This year is the 3rd Anniversary of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. It is hard to believe how far it has come. This year is special because someone has offered to translate it (and all the other books) into Polish (and possibly French). We are still working out the details and when that moment comes, read it here. Translation: We’re thinking about it.
UPDATE: TKWRT EXPANDS ITS AUDIENCE
Our demographics (according to emails and Facebook) show a demographic that was 18-65 but I learned that some people in my father’s home were into it and an 11th grader (and Tolkien fan) just requested a copy. I won’t say why an 80-year-old woman was interested in turning this book into a film about Thranduil because that would be something for the record books.
I don’t know what Lee Pace as Thranduil has done to women but it must have been something pretty remarkable for an 80-year-old to want him to return to the screen via Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. Wow, that’s just wow. According to a rumor, I had a four-hour conversation about Lee Pace and I have yet to figure out if I said anything that would offer a clue to why he’s so appealing.
Either way, TKWRT has been officially mainstream for some time now. Getting awesome reviews from people that keep asking me to have this thing published. Well, I can’t say for certain if that will be anytime soon, but I never said I wasn’t looking into it (on several fronts–I’ve made some friends along the way that could make that happen if you ask me nicely).
COMING 2019
As promised, there will be a sneak preview of the upcoming books
Reasonably since they are both connected by marriage to Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. But also another book will share the moment with them.
Most already know that this book is also here: @trenarnolegolaslasgalenand@tkwrtrilogylasttale (extended version). Yep, going to start working on the FINAL (as in, this will be the last book) in the TKWRT Trilogy. There have been some changes in the format so this is the main reason for a preview. The main reason is the additions made to the EXTENDED VERSION of Book II.
SURPRISE: IT’S BACK & ITS YOUR JOB!
What readers get to do is decide what will go into the final version of the original book. Some people like Legolas’ younger sister Isílriel and most adore the baby elves (and in this one, there are more). Some like the idea of Êlúriel surviving (which in order to have her daughter she would have to live a little longer. Whatever you like–however you like your “Thrandy”, you get some input. If I were you, I’d wait until after Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen for one reason–the last chapter of Book II is in the prologue and you might want to see that first.
Yeah, you’re going to really want to see this one.
No, seriously. What has Lee done to you people? You were once so normal. I don’t know. I hardly know most of you. Just trying to figure out this 80-year-old wanting to see a film about Thranduil based on my book with Lee Pace in it. Is it that serious? Really? I don’t see it.
So that sums up what has been happening since the last post. Still getting over my dad. It took me a couple weeks to get used to the fact I can’t pick up the phone and call him to tell him about all the things happening with the books. I have a few photos my family (who have yet to even call and ask how I’m doing–I’ll live) gave to me. It’s something. I know he’s somewhere looking over me; avoiding my mother who probably is talking everyone to death in the afterlife.
Until next time: Come for the story, stay for Thranduil. I know, I know.
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Newsfeed #107 October 29, 2018 (29 Narquelië)
NO: THAT ISN’T JUST A PRETTY PHOTO OF BARD; IT’S A NEW BOOK.
It has been a while–my father died on October 6 of this year so I was gathering myself together and of course getting myself into more trouble. I’m going to be tackling a lot of Middle-Earth History as you can see.
It is part of what has become the TKWR Trilogy Franchise (or so I’m told that’s what I am; go figure) because if you’ve been reading the actual TKWR Trilogy (Particularly Book II: The Saga of Thranduil), then you know on tiny line of the Bardings (descendants of Bard) are related by marriage to TheElvenking (via his wife Êlúriel)…yeah, it’s as complicated as it is straightforward.
You will be able to find that tale (that I’ve just begun) here: @oflordsandkingstkwrtbook
Yeah, with over 3000 views in 3 months for the Official TKWR Trilogy on WordPress (https://officialwptkwrt.wordpress.com) I believe the best way to honor my father now is to keep going. The Flagship Book (dedicated to my father) has spawned a revolution (and I’ve added another writer) that will be the legacy I leave behind as I am the legacy my father left behind.
(Yeah: For those just tuning in, this book is done–except for the last chapter “Thranduil Everlasting” which is in the epilogue of “Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen”)
Yes, I am looking forward to this and all other things I will bring to the world for my father and always in honor of J.R.R. Tolkien.
**Sneak Preview Coming 2019**
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Newsfeed #96 February 28, 2018 (31 Nénimë)
HOT OFF THE PRESSES: THE SAGA OF THRANDUIL
It’s my father’s birthday and I asked him what he wanted. He thought about and he said, $100. I told him I didn’t have $100. So he said, $5 and a copy of the book I keep talking about. So, I went to work:
This is what two days, two ink cartridges, 515 pages, 30 chapters, 183,300 words over 730 days looks like: A ream of paper or really good doorstop. I found a box for it (because it’s a hefty stack of paper) and signed it turning this stack of copy paper into the first official hard copy of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil (original version) ever seen in its most complete form–so far. It’s not complete just yet (it’s still in editing).
HOWEVER–
What is in this version is different than the last (if you read the last one) is the fact that the appendix has additions and clues to what’s coming in Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen:@tkwrtrilogy3,Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen:@trenarnolegolaslasgalen, as well as the Extended Version of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil: @extendedtkwrtrilogyend and the Extended Version of Book III:@tkwrtrilogylasttale.
What’s in it for you? Well, you get 24 hours to download this lovely second draft of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil in honor of my father’s birthday.
https://drive.google.com/open?id=19pZBc7-uKCh8KjAkFjj7JjkkLmZ26unZ
From12am February 28 to 12am March 1, you get to download this book one more time before you’ll only be able to read it online (for awhile–a long while; TBA).
Happy Birthday to My Father: Dr. Herman T. Miller, PhD. I ❤️You.
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Newsfeed #95 January 31, 2018 (31 Narvinyë)
IT’S “OFFICIAL”: TKWR TRILOGY is OFFICIAL–EVERYWHERE.
Thranduil has made it halfway to the mountain top–sort of. He’s brought his people out of the dark and now gets to be “official”. Chances are, I’ll have to do everything over again to get the blue check, but I’ll be working on that beginning tomorrow, February 1, 2018–while posting in Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen.
Look for “OFFICIAL” because that would be me. IF you see it and aren’t sure, just look for TOLKIEN Elvish–the only Elvish I know and use. Also look for really complex storylines that seem incredibly insane; that could be me and/or Tolkien because that is the one thing we have in common–a knack for creating so much stuff, appendices have to be used to follow it all. The most obvious thing to look for are CREDITS*⬇️: I’ll always give credit where its due.
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*If you edited anything without the permission of the original author, by law no one owns them but the original artist–I would know; I do have one of the best intellectual property lawyers in the country.⚖️
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Newsfeed #94 January 23, 2018 (23 Narvinyë)
One Last Time: The Saga of Thranduil Download
I’m proud to present one last time: Both versions of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil by Me (J. Marie Miller).
January 24-26
Book II: The Saga of Thranduil (original version): https://drive.google.com/open?id=1ZOqrwDQblr2Pg-Yzpz2snmp-90Jowo8k
Book II: The Saga of Thranduil (extended version): https://drive.google.com/open?id=1r-wnt88BX9mPZHwf0w4E45uugggOasO0
Don’t miss the Q&A for Book II: The Saga of Thranduil: https://twitter.com/tkwrtrilogy
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Newsfeed #91 November 13, 2017 (13 Hísimë)
The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy Could Be Lost: TBA.
I have spoken–I haven’t decided yet, but I have spoken.
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Chapter I: Awakened (Pt. II)
“Above the coursing breeze blowing across the waters came the rising of voices. I noticed Mîrwen had taken hold of my hand. It was the first time I had noticed how beautiful she was—the light of ten thousand stars shone in her eyes. I could not turn my gaze away—finding her beauty without equal among all others to me. She smiled at me.
“You are beautiful,” I said finally; my voice startling me when I first heard it. It was deep and resonating and I feared it wold frighten Mîrwen but she was not afraid.
“So are you,” she said softly—her voice to me was a melody I would forever be drawn.
We looked around as we stood among others as we—wandering in the paradise beneath the stars that cast their light as reflection and shadow upon the stillness of the lake by which we were born.
We were approached by one with long golden hair and grey eyes with a maiden at his side with dark golden hair longer still.
“I am Iarûr,” he said. “This is Nimríel.”
“There are many here before us,” I said. “Where do we settle?”
“Beyond here,” he began. “There lies a greater pace whispered among us yet none have dared wander.”
“There are many of us,” I said. They seem quite contented to remain here beside the waters.”
“Why not,” a voice asked. “I have found little reason to venture elsewhere. What do they call you? I am Êlengolas.”
“Iarûr,” he said to him.
“Where has Valdôr gone,” I asked.
“Not far,” he said. “His wonder has taken him among the hosts. There are many but by name we are not all the same.”
Nimríel seemed distant at those words and Mîrwen comforted her away from us as she instinctively knew something we did not.
“If there is a home beyond this place, let time tell us the way we should go,” I said. “For we were awakened her by the creator of the stars.”
We delighted in this and returned with our beloved wives to the shores where our kin had gathered. I lay beside Mîrwen gazing into starlight for a time without end. There was a peace I only knew that I would long for in the coming of days when the echoes of night would bring an evil that would extinguish the light of hope.”–TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by J.Marie Miller 6-23-2017
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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
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“Time begins as it will end—in a moment. There have been many moments that have come and gone since we awoke. There are many forests in this world, and many mountains rise above them beneath an endless night. We would never forget our birth, for it was then as one we came into light. But time would wear away that which was never meant to be put asunder and all that we once knew would fall into a darkness as great as shadows cast by mountains against the setting of the sun.”–Iarûr form the Chronicles of Orothôn (Book I: The History of Eryn Galen) by J.M.Miller 8-10-16
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Chapter V: The Coming of Time (Pt. I)
We made our way through narrow corridors to rooms filled with armor, shields, spears, and bows that King Thingol had stockpiled over many years for the occasion of war. The only sounds were the clashing of metal blended with the murmurs of armor-bearers hard at work. When they were finished, we took our weapons and began our return to the surface—our armor dragging against stone walls with an eerie lullaby.
We assembled in the empty hall that before had held such promise. I thought of Oropher. I wanted to look for him but my new wardrobe made it difficult. My view remained on the empty throne. Before long, King Thingol and Elmo appeared dressed similarly to us.
“You will follow us into Ossiriand,” King Thingol said flatly; his expression stoic. “I have it on good authority that our enemy looks to start with the least protected to force out the most in the attempt to destroy us all. This is no ordinary adversary we fight. This is an evil from whence time began. Its desire to extinguish life is only matched by its desire to rule over it. It will fight to the death and so must we. The future of this world depends on it.”
King Thingol and Elmo stepped down from their thrones and became one of us. When I was able to turn my head, I could see Galathil to my left.
“We will follow Father,” he whispered. “Galadhon will accompany our uncle.”
“Where are our sons,” I asked.
“They are to remain behind,” he answered. “To protect the borders.”
I could feel relief fall upon me. It was like a cool breeze flowing through my suit. If I did not return, at least my son had a chance to live as he would remain protected by the Girdle of Melian with his mother.
As we followed the king and his brother out of Menegroth, the faces of our families looked on from behind. I dared not look for Mîrwen. I wished the last I saw her would be her smile as our son married his beloved.
With Menegroth growing smaller in the distance, the familiar path we marched brought back the time we first entered Doriath after years the wilderness. Still, beneath the girdle, things were at peace—the world beyond had yet to bear witness to the peace we had known. It was changed and we had not for we chose to live our lives in relative secrecy. The evil around us seemed like myth yet we were told of its reality. We hoped it was legend—something that had passed away never to return. Now we were about to fact this nemesis we knew very little about.
We continued our journey to the borders. When we came to it, we stopped.
“Once we cross this boundary,” King Thingol began. “Only the stars hold our fate in their hands.”
Not a sound was heard—not a breath was taken. I felt the earth move beneath my feet only to realize I was walking with other elves into another land. Unremarkable was the world I once left behind yet the air was different. There was a distant stench I was not familiar with. Further away, we heard a rumbling. I noticed we were marching in the direction of both. The closer we came, the greater the sound and the stronger the smell.
With little warning, we came upon creatures so hideous and malodorous, I nearly fainted. Armor-clad with features that could only be called scaly but oleaginous. Their numbers seemed infinite in the light of the stars.
“Fire,” I heard Elmo say. Arrows flew past my head and pierced the flesh of a few of these monsters. It only served to anger them more. They broke ranks and came at us with such fury, I barely had time to draw my sword. I felled one—then another and another and another. Their evil was palpable and their numbers never-ending. I felt I was fighting for every year of my life. Out of exhaustion or perhaps a wound, I fell down amid the corpses of elves.
“Orothôn,” I heard a voice say. I thought I was in a dream. “Orothôn, are you with us?”
I opened my eyes. I was lying on top of a dead elf. His eyes stared into mine in anguish. I quickly jumped up in horror. I looked to see Galathil standing beside me.
“Are you alright,” he asked.
“Yes, I am,” I answered. I looked around to see elves and dwarves lying motionless. The carnage seemed to go the length of the Ered Luin.
“Where is Galadhon,” I asked. “Where is Elmo? Where is King Thingol?”
“Calm down,” Galathil said. “They live. I am afraid I cannot say the same for Denethor.”
I looked around trying to find his face among many. There were so many faces—each one staring into the void of death. Suddenly I remembered my friends.
“Where is Valdôr,” I asked. “Was he not with us?”
“He is gone, Orothôn,” another voice said. It was Êlengolas. “He fell not long after Denethor.”
I could not help but cry. I was overcome with grief. My visions had come to bear the bitter fruit of death I longed feared. Êlengolas and Galathil helped me navigate through the bodies and off the field of battle. In my grief, I hardly noticed Ónarr speaking with King Thingol nearby. I had again realized his people were among the dead and my grief worsened. I longed to be with Mîrwen and Oropher. I wondered if there was any home left to return to. Just as I began to drown myself in my thoughts, an elf approached me.
“You must stay strong, Orothôn,” he said. “Or else you will perish from your grief.”
I looked up to see Iarûr.
“You are here,” I said.
“I am,” he answered. “Not all is lost. For even in darkness light must shine. Rest, my friend. For soon we will return home.”
I smiled weakly as I leaned against the trunk of a tree and felt myself drift into a deep rest. I opened my eyes to the sound of metal against metal. Startled, I looked up to see soldiers picking up weapons from the ground.
“Did I startle you,” a young elf asked me.
“Yes, but I am fine,” I answered. “Carry on.”
He nodded and went on his way. When I rose to my feet, I saw that the creatures seem to retreat the field.
“They are orcs,” Êlengolas said as he approached from behind. “That is what Iarûr calls them.
“Where are they going,” I asked.
“I do not know nor do I care,” he said angrily. “They killed many of us. They left many a widow to grieve to make orphans. I suspect we have not seen the last of them.”
“Are we to leave for Doriath,” I asked.
“Yes, he said. “We were about to depart. I was sent to tell you. How is your arm?”
“My arm,” I asked. I look to see my arm was wrapped tightly from my elbow to my shoulder. For the first time, I felt the pain. “I was wounded by an orc?”
Êlengolas looked at me confused as he shook his head.
“Come on,” he said.
We made our way toward King Thingol and Elmo eating along with Galathil and Galadhon. King Thingol nodded at me and we began our return to Doriath.–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 4-7-2019
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Chapter III: Doriath (Pt. V)
Long after the audience, I sat beneath a tree underneath the stars. It had been far too long since I had spent time outside that did not require preparing for a war against unknown forces. I thought about the naug—he was friendly enough though others found him beneath their stature in height and in existence. I thought more about his words. What did his people know about what lingered in the North?
As I thought to myself, I was making an heirloom to pass on to Oropher one day.
“I thought I would find you here,” I heard Mîrwen said.
“You spoke to Êlengolas, have you,” I said without looking away from my task.
“Of course,” she said sitting beside me. “Tell me, what is a naug?”
“A naug is rather small,” I answered.
“Is that all,” she giggled. “Oropher is rather small as well but I would hardly call him a naug.”
“Oropher is taller,” I answered putting my work away. “They are small fully grown. They come from the mountains East of Beleriand where they reside.”
“What do you think of these creatures,” she asked me.
“Our time was short and I only met one of them,” I said. “He seemed wise and was pleasant enough.”
“Nana says their kind helped to build Menegroth but said little else on the matter.”
“Has she seen them?”
“No,” Mîrwen answered. “Is it true they had a hand it its foundation?”
“Iarûr said as much,” I began. “He knows many things. I take him at his word.”
“If these creatures created such things of beauty, then they must be good at heart.”
“Perhaps,” I said. “Enough about the naugrim.”
I kissed her. She smiled at me.
“What do you wish to talk about, Orothôn,” she whispered.
“Why must we talk about anything,” I asked as I kissed her again.
“Because,” she whispered. “Talking would have a far smaller audience.”
Mîrwen motioned for me to look away. I saw a few curious elven boys watching us. I recognized the smallest as Celeborn, the youngest son of Galadhon among them—a look of perplexity across his face.
“Oropher,” he began. “Those are your parents.”
“Yes,” my son said with a smirk across his face. “So they are.”
“Why are they out here,” another chimed in.
“Because, Amdir,” I started as I rose, offering Mîrwen my hand. “We thought we were alone.”
“You should go to one of the keeps,” Eldôr said. “That is where my parents go.”
All heads turned to Eldôr.
“To do what,” Celeborn asked innocently. “What could you do up there?”
“I shall explain when you are older,” Galathil said.
“Why are you boys out here,” Mîrwen asked.
“We were sent to find the girls,” Galathil answered. “On the orders of King Thingol.”
“The girls,” I asked.
“Yes,” Eldôr said. “The Lady Lúthien is quite lively. She takes to wandering frequently. Nimeithel and Valdúril are no help at all. They give in to her every whim.”
“She takes after her mother,” Mîrwen said under her breath.
“Then we saw you,” Celeborn added with a smile.
“So you did,” Mîrwen said, leaning down to his height. “Would you care to escort a maiden into the palace?”
“Yes,” he said eagerly.
“I shall see you inside,” she said to me.
As they left, I turned to Galathil and the others.
“I know the king would not send ones so young to find his daughter unless there was discord sown between them.”
They stood in silence before me—their expressions attempting to hide their thoughts.
“No more than one would expect between a parent and a child,” Galathil answered. “But in times such as these, there is much to worry about.”
“What have you heard,” I asked. I was in awe at Galathil’s demeanor—he had grown wise beyond his years.
“Father those me the reasons why the Eldalië prepare for war. An ancient evil resides in this world.”
“What is this evil,” I asked. I was hoping he would say what others would not.
“He would not say for the time of revelation has not come.”
“Does Galadhon know when that time comes,” I asked.
Before he could answer, we heard the sound of young maidens laughing. Four beautiful elven girls spoke among themselves as they approached. They stopped abruptly.
“Galathil,” the fairest of them began. “Where you looking for me?”
“Yes, Lúthien,” he said. “You know well I was.”
I recognized all but one—a quiet elf whose eyes had fallen on Amdir as his eyes were upon her.
“I know of the dangers of this world,” Lúthien continued. “I would never wander too far from the gates. My father has little to worry about. I would never put my ladies in harm’s way.”
Lúthien’s eyes fell upon me—her wonder as disarming as her beauty.
“You are Orothôn,” she asked. “Father of Oropher?”
“Yes, Your Highness, I said softly.
She smiled at me and nodded as she motioned to Nimeithel, Valdúril, and the other as they continued on their way into the palace.
“You do not recognize her,” Oropher whispered to me. “The other elleth. She is Anadriel, sister of Eäros.”
I looked at her once more.
“So it is,” I whispered. “Time has been good to her.”
“Lúthien goes her own way,” Galathil grumbled. “For all her beauty, it will be hard to find a suitor for her.”
“She will find one on her own,” Eldôr said. “I can only imagine who he will be.”
“Come,” I began. “We need to make our way inside.”
At that moment, there came a low rumble and a shaking from beneath. It reminded me of a time before we left Lake Cuiviénen. This was something beyond this world. We looked at one another. We knew things were about to change our lives forever.
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I entered my chambers to find them empty. Mîrwen must be with her mother, I thought to myself. I took from my pocket the heirloom I was creating. I managed to shape the wood I took from our first sanctuary long ago. Fashioned within pieces of nature along our journey. I placed it inside a small wooden box.
I looked around—the silence was unnerving. I went into Oropher’s chambers. He was not there. Though I felt my fear misplaced, that did not keep my mind from chaos. I decided that everyone was on their way to supper. I was not hungry. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.
There was destruction and flames everywhere. The clashing of swords and shields rang throughout the land. Tears fell from the eyes of mothers and their children. Amidst the battle cries, I heard a voice calling my name.
“Orothôn,” the voice called to me.
I look around but could not find the source. I realized I was standing in a sea of the fallen. The voice continued to call my name.
“Where are you,” I yelled over the sounds of war. “Where are you?”
I looked in all directions but could not find the voice.
“I am here,” I heard the voice in my ear. I turned to see an elf with golden hair and soft grey eyes.
“Who are you,” I asked him. He said nothing. He looked toward the battles. I asked him again.
“Who are you?”
He looked at me. There was a familiarity I saw in him.
“I am Orothôn,” he said. “But known by another name to last forever.”
“By what name,” I asked. “Tell me.”
As he was about to speak, all things fell into darkness. I was alone in nothingness.
“Who are you,” I yelled. “Where are you?”
“I am here,” a voice said. “Look at me.”
I opened my eyes to see Mîrwen looking down at me.
“Were you having a vision, Orothôn,” she asked.
“No,” I lied sitting up. “I am not as you.”
“I am not alone in that gift,” she said smiling. “Some choose to use it while others choose to ignore it. Then there are those that do not have the choice. They will see what the Heavens wish them to see.”
She slipped behind her dressing courier and emerged ready for the evening.
“What did you see,” she asked sitting beside me.
“It was not pleasant,” I answered. “Nothing I would dare tell another.“
“There is nothing pleasant about war, Orothôn.”
“How would you know,” I asked.
She looked at me—her eyes filling with tears.
“I have seen what you have seen,” she whispered. “I know the horrors that will come to pass.”
“Then I will spare you the details,” I said embracing her. “We will keep them to ourselves.”–TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller 01-25-2019.
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