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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
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In the absence of Lúthien, a new elfling is born–even as Angband begins to rumble.
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Chapter IV: Darkness and Light (Pt. III)
I walked into my chambers to find Mîrwen with Valdúmîr and Lothluin chatting among themselves on the stone-carved benches.
“Orothôn,” Mîrwen said excitedly. “Have you heard? Eldôr has asked Valdúril for her hand.”
“That is wonderful news,” I said. “And Êlengolas has given his blessing?”
“You know Êlengolas,” Valdúmîr began. “He cannot help himself. He frightened the poor lad nearly to death.”
“My son wondered if he was worthy of his daughter,” Lothluin said.
“Well, then,” I started. “I know what to expect.”
“What are you saying,” Mîrwen asked, her eyes growing larger in anticipation.
“Your son wishes to marry Nimeithel.”
They stared at me—their mouths agape, frozen
“I thought you would be delighted, Mîrwen,” I said, perplexed.
“I am,” she said glancing at Valdúmîr. “We are.”
“Êlengolas is quite fond of Oropher,” Lothluin said smiling. “He speaks highly of him in court quite often.”
“He does,” I asked curiously.
“Valdôr says as much to me,” she said.
“Will you give your blessing, Mîrwen,” I asked.
“You know I will.”
“What
She rose from her seat and stood before me.
“You will have our blessing,” she began reverently. “Mine and my husband’s.”
Without another word, she left our chambers in a graceful trance. I was bewildered by her actions. Quickly, Lothluin rose.
“I must attend to my duties,” she said. “I will see you again.”
Once she was gone, I looked at Mîrwen.
“Valdúmîr has always been fond of our son, Orothôn,” she said. “Nimeithel is a perfect match for Oropher. Mother has told me King Thingol and Queen Melian will give their blessing as well.”
I had almost forgotten my son was born a prince in the household of the King’s brother.
“Of course,” I said sitting beside Mîrwen. Of
“You think so little of your friend to suggest his motives are not honorable?”
“No,” I began. It is not Êlengolas I question. It is you.”
“I beg your pardon,” Mîrwen yelled. “You question me?”
“Have you told Oropher what he is?”
“I am quite sure he knows.”
“Are you,” I asked.
She thought for a moment then nodded.
“He does not know, does he?”
She shook her head. I leaned back against the wall, the sound reverberated in my ears. I knew Oropher to be wise—perhaps he had discovered his position in the court. I decided to say nothing for the time being.
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Not long thereafter, as I was preparing for battle alongside Élengolas and Valdôr, I made my thoughts known.
“I understand you have given your blessing to Eldôr to wed Valdúril.”
Valdôr stopped advancing, allowing his sparring opponent to fall. Êlengolas continued on.
“I have,” he said. “What
“You have not frightened him as you have Eldôr,” Valdôr asked.
“I am waiting for my chance,” Êlengolas answered as he put down his opponent. “Unless Oropher is afraid. It is understandable.”
“I hear you speak quite highly of him in court in my absence.”
“I do,” Êlengolas said coming over to us. “Why would I not? He is quite the warrior.”
“He is the grandson of the King’s brother,” I said.
He gave me a menacing look.
“So he is,” he said. “That is not the reason I speak highly of him, Orothôn. His skills for battle are formidable. As your friend, I would be greatly disappointed if you thought his rank was the reason I would give my blessing for my daughter to marry your son.”
I began to regret my words—I could see Valdôr with his head looking at the ground.
“Forgive me,” I said softly. “I would never accuse you of dishonor.”
“You want to know if Oropher knows he wishes to wed a commoner?”
“Êlengolas,” I began.
He started laughing—much to my surprise. Valdôr lifted his head; his face relieved.
“I would never say an unkind word about Nimeithel,” I said, feeling foolish. “There are not to be said.”
Êlengolas put his arm around my shoulder as he tried to contain his laughter.
“Êlengolas, you are horrible,” Valdôr said.
“I could not be so horrible,” he answered. “I am allowing your son to marry Valdúril. Orothôn, rank or no, it would be an honor and a privilege to have your son marry my daughter.”
“I feel the same about Nimeithel,” I agreed. “They are a wonderful match.”
“So I have heard for centuries,” he quipped. “But my daughter knows her heart and I know my daughter. You have raised a noble son that will and protect her. That is all that matters to me.”
I embraced my friend. I felt all fear and doubt leave my body. When I released Êlengolas, he was smiling.
“Both of my daughters are happy and I am happy for them.”
As we were preparing to return to the palace, there came a rumbling beneath the earth stronger and louder than it had ever been.
“The time for battle grows ever closer,” Valdôr said.
We continued on our way. I could not help but look around at all the elves following us into Menegroth. I was searching for Oropher. My heart
“She said ‘yes’, Ada,” he whispered.–TKWRT
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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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Chapter III: Doriath (Pt. III)
After dinner, Mîrwen decided to return to our quarters to see about Oropher. I decided to wander the halls of our new home. Its long labyrinthian passages seemed to have no end to them until another corner appeared to lead me elsewhere. At one particular turn, my journey was interrupted by Daeron.
“Are you lost,” he asked.
“I am not quite sure,” I answered.
“Well, let me be of service and help you find your way,” he said sharply. “These corridors can lead to places you do not want to go.”
“Of course,” I said, my curiosity growing. “I would not want to go where I am not welcome.”
“It is not that you are not welcome,” Daeron answered. “It is dangerous to roam Menegroth alone. One can easily disappear never to be seen again.”
We began walking toward a familiar hallway.
“If I may ask, what is it that you do for King Thingol?”
“Whatever his majesty wishes,” he said. “My main function is the keeper of lore.”
When we came to my quarters, we stopped.
“Is there anything else you care to ask me,” Daeron asked.
“No,” I answered. “Not at the moment. You will forgive me if I have offended you in any way. It was not my intention.”
“You have not offended me,” he answered. “If I may, I will take my leave.”
I nodded and he walked away swiftly. I wanted to return to discovering other caverns but I knew I needed to speak with Mîrwen. She had become more distant and it concerned me greatly. The guards opened our chamber doors. When I entered, Mîrwen was sitting by one of the vaulted windows I walked over to her and looked out. There were gigantic waterfalls flowing into a dark abyss—their roaring waters were a lullaby. Mîrwen looked at me. I could not find the words to say.
“How is Oropher,” I asked.
“He is sleeping peacefully,” she said.
“Very well,” I said. It was all I could think to say.
“Uncle is entranced,” she said.
“I beg your pardon?”
“He has fallen completely under the spell of his wife and queen.”
“Yes,” I said perplexed. “They seem quite enamored with each other.”
She glared at me.
“Why does this not bother you?”
“Why does this bother you,” I asked. “You will excuse me if I find no fault with it.”
“Of course you would find no fault with it. Why would you?”
“That is the very question I should ask of you,” I answered.
“You only see what you want to see, Orothôn,” she growled. “Can you for once see what I see?”
“No,” I yelled. “I cannot see why you see! I am quite thankful for that! What is wrong with your uncle being in love with his wife, Mîrwen?”
“She is not one of us,” she said.
“What does that mean,” I asked. “What does that have to do with love?”
“Queen Melian is a maiar,” she said.
I looked at my beloved and wondered what she was talking about.
“Oh,” I said. “That changes everything.”
“You do not know what I am saying.”
“Mîrwen, you are my wife,” I began. “Of course I do not know what you are saying.”
“I never thought they existed,” she said. “I thought they were tales told by my mother to explain the creation of the world.”
“So they exist,” I said, “We can move on to other matters.”
“What would their children be,” she asked ignoring me.
“I would think they would be small at first, then grow as any other child. What does it matter?”
She stood up and came to me.
“Why does this not bother you, Orothôn?”
I looked at the wonder in her eyes.
“You want to know why it does not bother me,” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Because I do not care.”
She frowned at me and I smiled at her.
“Be happy for him,” I said. “The nature of being has little to do with how we love; much less with whom.”
“I suppose you are right,” she whispered.
“Of course I am right,” I answered, embracing her.
“There is always a first time for everything,” she said.
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We were alone together—lying in our bed holding one another for the first time within the walls fo a palace. Oropher was no longer sleeping at the end of our bed to hear his parents wisher their love to one another.
As we lay, our chamber doors flew open startling us. It was Êlengolas and Valdôr.
“Orothôn! Mîrwen!”
“Valdôr, what is this madness,” I asked.
“Celebriel is about to give birth,” he answered.
“If you would be so kind,” Mîrwen said.
“Oh,” Êlengolas said. “Of course.”
They stepped out of the room. She turned to me and kissed me.
“I will see you later,” she said. “We have much to talk about.”
She got out of bed and covers herself with her robe and rang for the servants. They came quick and left
“You could have spared me the lurid details,” he said ringing the servants. He grabbed my robe and threw it over my shoulders.
“I apologize, but you do realize this is my bedchamber?”
“We are expected in an audience with King Thingol.”
Suddenly, several elves entered and dressed me in white and silver chain. When they were done, they dispersed.
“What is this,” I asked.
“That is what will protect you in battle if it comes to it. Come, now.”
I started to feel afraid for the first time in my life. By the time we reached the throne room, it was filled with elves. Among them were Valdôr, Fineär, Galadhon, Galathil, and Denethor. Elmo stood by the side of the throne awaiting the king. When he arrived, all fell quiet.
“Darkness surrounds us,” Thingol began. “It wishes to destroy this world and all within it. We must protect all that is good and pure; as the first-born of Eru Ilúvatar, we must prevail. Go and make ready for that day—for it will come.”
At the command of the guard, we followed our masters out of the palace, across the bridge and upon the training field. As we learned many techniques, I came to prefer the bow to the sword. Êlengolas would master everything and seem to delight in being a quick study.
Valdôr seemed overwhelmed though he managed to form a more strategic way to fight; one that depended more on his wits and less on hand-to-hand combat. After our first lesson, I looked forward to the next.
Upon our return to the palace, there was excitement in the air. Mîrwen came to me. She looked at me in horror.
“What is the matter,” I asked.
“You are dressed for war,” she answered.
“Not yet,” I assured her. “Tell me, what has everyone running about?”
“Celebriel has given birth to a son,” she said flatly.
“That is wonderful. What is he called?”
“Celeborn,” she said. “His name is Celeborn.”
With that, she turned and walked away. I knew the thought of me going to fight in a war had stolen from her any joy she might have had. As the hall emptied, I noted Oropher with Eldôr, Nimeithel and another elfling. She was an unusually beautiful child with the fairest of skin and the darkest of hair.
“Orothôn,” I heard Denethor say. “Did you hear of Galadhon’s son?”
“Yes,” I said. “Who is that elfling with Oropher?”
“That is the daughter of Thingol and Melian. Her name is Lúthien. Come. Time to get out of this chain.”
I followed him away but I could not get that name out of my mind—Lúthien.–TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller 11-11-2018.
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Chapter II: A Son is Born (Part V)
As we lay in each other’s arms, I could not help but feel something stood watch over us. I slowly turned my head.
“Ada,” Oropher said loudly enough to startle me.
“Whisper, Oropher,” I said.
“Ada,” he repeated softly.
“Yes,” I asked.
“What are you and Nana doing?”
“Resting,” I answered. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to stop resting,” he said smiling.
“Oropher, how long have you been waiting for me and Nana to stop resting?”
He paused to think as I began to worry.
“Not long,” he said. “Just now.”
I sighed deeply and reached for my robe nearby. As I rose from bed, I quickly replaced the linens with the robe. I looked to see Mîrwen quietly resting motionless. I picked up Oropher.
“What are we to do,” I asked him.
“I am hungry,” he said.
“So am I,” I answered placing him on a table as I reached for my clothes. Once I was dressed, I noticed my son was still in his nightclothes I looked around when Mîrween appeared holding a neatly folded shirt and trousers.
“Looking for these,” she asked.
I said nothing as she began to dress Oropher. Not long, Amareth entered and bowed.
“Go with Amareth,” she instructed Oropher.
Obediently, he jumped down from his perch and left with our lady.
“Mother said I required ladies to attend to our household,” she began as she embraced me. “Amareth was appointed to the task of caring for Oropher.”
“All well and good,” I began. “Why would you require ladies?”
Mîrwen’s cheery expression melted away as her gaze fell to the ground.
“What are you keeping from me,” I demanded.
“We are expected to dine with Father and Mother,” she said.
She looked toward the door. “Enter.”
Four elves entered—two maids and two men. In a whirlwind they separated us and went to work dressing us. When they were finished, they bowed and left swiftly. Without noticing what I was wearing, I became spellbound by Mîrwen’s beauty. She wore a long white dress with silver detail that seemed liked the start above us. Upon her head was a circlet of silver. It wast then I realized my attire resembled hers and I, too, wore a circlet.
“Shall we leave,” I asked.
She nodded and we walked into our world. No sooner had we left our doorframe did elves appear on either side of us begin bowing. They had created a long path by which to follow. As we came closer to its end, I noticed Elmo and Orowen overlooking their court. Beside them stood Galadhon and Galathil with their spouses. Dressed in white and adorned with silver, they proudly awaited us to arrive. At the very end stood Iarûr, Valdôr, Êlengolas and Finëar and their spouses. We stopped before Elmo and Orowen and we bowed reverently.
“Come, let us dine,” Elmo said smiling.
We followed them to an elaborate dining hall within an enormous thicket. Lanterns from branches shone as stars come to earth. Once seated, elves brought to us fantastic dishes I had never tasted until that moment. There was much merriment for a time when the atmosphere was interrupted by a single voice.
“Where is Elwë?”
It was Mîrwen. All fell silent.
“Pardon,” Elmo asked.
“Where is your brother, my uncle? I know he remains in this world.”
Orowen looked at Elmo—her stare felt around the table.
“It is true, Mîrwen,” Elmo began. “He remains here but for good reason.”
“What good reason could there be,” Orowen asked angrily.
“Father, “ Galadhon said. “We are not to leave this world?”
Elmo stood up and looked around at us. I saw sadness in his eyes.
“He is my brother,” he said softly. With those words, he left us. Orowen quickly went after him as Galadhon whispered to me from across the table.
“Celebriel is with child again. I had hoped one of my children would come int the other world, but now it is not to be.”
Celebriel took his hand. I rose from the table and made my way into the eternal twilight I had awakened. It was still—no breeze blew. I heard voices near the home of Elmo and Orowen. When I saw them, I hid behind a tree.
“You could not tell your wife of your plans,” Orowen asked.
“I had to know the truth,” he said, his voice distraught. “I needed to know where he was so that I might convince him to leave with us.”
“He will not leave this world, Elmo,” she said. “This you know too well.”
“How would I know,” he asked “I do not have your gift of foresight, Orowen.”
“Nor do you have the gift of hindsight! You will condemn generations of the Eldalië over one lost soul that you know will never join the other that he has forsaken.”
“How would you know what is in his heart,” Elmo growled.
“What is in his heart is not you or Olwë,” she answered. “We both know he remains for love but glory as well. That will bring a darkness that will plague this world. If you wish to brave such folly, you will do it alone!”
“Please, Orowen,” he begged. “I cannot bear the thought of eternity without you.”
She paused a moment—she sensed my presence but said nothing of it.
“I will remain as long as you wish,” she said. “For as long as it takes to convince Elwë to leave this world.”
“Should I fail,” Elmo began. “Then I will leave this place with you and our family. You have my word.”
Orowen nodded as Elmo kissed her hand and made his way toward the banquet.
“Come to me, Orothôn,” she said.
I slowly came from behind the tree and approached her.
“Forgive me,” I whispered.
“What have you done to ask for forgiveness?”
“I do not know,” I said meekly.
“You are the bearer of kings, Orothôn,” she said to me. “Perhaps there is hope for this world even as I shall not see it. For this, I am glad.”
She kissed my cheek and smiled. I bowed to her and she turned from me and entered her home. I felt light-headed and heavy-hearted. What I had heard left me with dreams I could not find hope to have.
I made my way toward home alone—the path I once took was empty and dark save dim lanterns from elven homes. I stopped when I noticed Oropher at play with two little elven boys. Eldôr I recognized but the other was new to me.
They seem mesmerized with the nature of darkness and its wonders that years had taken for granted. I stood watching them for awhile—their innocence replacing my fears.
“Thinking,” a voice said to me. It was Galathil. “Mîrwen said I would find you wandering in thought.”
“I have found myself doing that more than usual.”
“So have I,” he answered. “Often after my son had found his sleep and all is quiet. That is him with Oropher and Eldôr.”
“What is his name,” I asked.
“Amdir,” he said proudly. “I am afraid he is rather quiet for his youth and his manor far older. Nothing like me or my brother.”
“He seems to be doing quite well with Oropher.”
We watched as they laughed and romped as if in another world all their own. I wondered what their lives would be growing up in this world with lore of another told to them as myth. I found a peace in the darkness for a moment. It was safe for now.–TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller 7-14-2018
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Chapter II: A Son is Born (Pt. II)
What seemed a moment showed itself to be greater; before long things changed even as the twilight lingered. Life beneath the starlight flourished. We had ventured only a short distance when we stopped again for our generation was giving birth to another. Oropher had no sooner been born when he had begun to crawl and then walk—spending time with Mîrwen and Orowen; oft with his new friend Eldôr.
I was speaking to Iarûr when Eäros approached us—behind him wandered Níndi. She had been enamored since she first laid eyes upon him.
“What word do you have for us, Eäros,” Iarûr said almost gleeful in anticipation.
“The Lady Nárwen has given birth, my Lords. To a son they call Amdir.”
“That is indeed good news,” I said.
“What news of Valdúmîr,” Iarûr asked. “Has she been blessed with a son as well?”
“No,” Níndi said shaking her head. “Girl.”
I remembered what Êlengolas once said and nearly laughed.
“Why Princess Níndi,” Iarûr continued. “You have grown quite a bit since I saw you last.”
She smiled shyly, hiding behind Eäros.
“A daughter,” I finally said. “How are mother and child?”
“They are as to be expected,” Êlengolas said as he approached with Valdôr. “Eäros, your sister seeks your company.”
“Where is Anadriel,” he asked.
“With Celebriel, of course.”
He bowed and hurried away with Níndi close behind.
“There is a coupling if I have ever seen one,” Valdôr said as he watched them leave.
“I am more concerned with whom Êlengolas’ daughter will wed,” I said mockingly.
“You heard,” he asked—a wide grin on his face. “She is the most beautiful elfling I have ever seen.”
“And what do you call this beautiful elfling,” Iarûr asked.
“Her name is Nimeithel,” he said proudly.
“Have you gone mad,” Valdôr asked.
“You amuse me, Valdôr,” Êlengolas answered. “It is a wonder seeing as you are hardly witty. If you must know, my daughter is well behaved and blessedly quiet.”
Iarûr, Valdôr and I burst into laughter. Êlengolas shook his head.
“Iarûr, Elmo wishes a word,” a voice said. It was Galadhon. Iarûr nodded and went on his way.
“Something the matter,” I asked him. His expression was pensive.
“Father is worried,” he confided. “He will not say why. We should have come upon uncle by now.”
“Does he think he has gone from this world,” Êlengolas asked.
“Perhaps he is in Eldamar,” Valdôr chimed in.
“He is hidden,” Galadhon said. “That is what mother says. Bewitched, perhaps. It is no matter. We shall remain here for now.”
We stood in silence awaiting a respite. It came in the form of three of the elves that had been with Eäros. They were at play with one another. Of their party there were three elven boys and two elven maidens.
“Have they told you nothing,” I asked. “For they saw Elwë last.”
“See that lad there,” Galadhon motioned, pointing to the taller of the boys. “He is Círdan. He said before uncle left them, there seemed a changed around them—like the air was no more. After a moment, they were alone.”
“Surely he remembers where,” Valdôr said. “How far away can we be from where he once was?”
“Perhaps,” Galadhon began. “If he knows he has yet to say.”
“I would give him time,” Êlengolas said. “They are young and came to us in fear.”
“May their memories come to them soon,” Galadhon said quietly. “This world is not long for a time of true darkness.”
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Returning home, I was shaken by Galadhon’s words. I looked at the stars—unnumbered points of light shining down on us, each one twinkling as they hung onto the shadow of Heaven that was the sky. I imagined each one fading away; to leave us in darkness.
I sat down beside a large tree and continued to stare into the sky. Before long, I found myself drifting into a familiar place I had never been before. There were scenes of joy and terror; love and hate—light and dark. Each moment in time as a thread that was woven together into a tapestry of hope and despair. As the scenes grew more vivid, I felt a tug on my arm that jolted me out of my visions. I turned to see Oropher standing beside me.
“Oropher,” I began happily. “Where did you come from?”
“From Nana,” he said. I looked up to see Mîrwen smiling at me. My worries faded at the sight of them. She joined me as Oropher became fascinated with a flower nearby.
“What has your mind wandering,” Mîrwen asked. “You seem lost.”
“It is nothing,” I lied knowing she knew better. “Just thoughts.”
“Galadhon told you of Elwë,” she said.
“Yes,” I conceded.
“He saw the coming of darker days,” she said.
“You know everything,” I said.
“I do not know everything,” she said. “I know my brothers. Galadhon’s wife is quick with child again. He worries for Celebriel. He very much wants to reach Eldamar soon, but it will not happen.”
“What do you mean,” I asked. Her face had become stoic and her voice low.
“Many shall never leave this world,” she began. “Not as they should. The lure of this world is too great.”
“What could be in this world anyone would want? I see very little to desire.”
“What lies beneath the earth can grown things that are sweeter than nectar. One taste can claim the should of anyone.”
I took her hand and kissed it.
“I am quite contend with what is above the ground. I have little desire for anything more.”
She smiled—her face becoming gentle once more. Our lips met and the world disappeared.
“Nana,” Oropher said, toddling over and falling into her arms. “Now, please.”
“Very well,” she said, cradling him in her arms. He curled up close as she began to feed him.
“Do you worry, Mîrwen,” I asked returning my gaze to the stars.
“I worry about many things,” she said. “But I fear nothing for the sake of our child.”
We sat together quietly until Oropher fell asleep. I rose and helped Mîrwen to her feet. Together we entered our home. Mîrwen placed Oropher in his cradle. When she turned to me, she kissed me. Together we sat down on our bed.
“You know I will protect you both with my life,” I whispered.
“I know, Orothôn,” she answered. “And I will protect you both with my life.”
We kissed again. When our lips parted, she looked at me knowing my every nee, want and desire. With great care, she leaned against the bed board as I lay my head on her lap. She stroked my hair until our son woke from his long rest.”–TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller 4-8-2018
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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
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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
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Chapter VII: Darkness Falls (Pt. III)
I said nothing to Oropher about my vision. If he suspected anything, he said nothing. I put it out of my mind and life became routine once more. We heard little of the world beyond Doriath for a time that seemed longer than it was—when we returned to the realities of the world.
I was in the throne room with Orowen and Mîrwen early one morning before I was to meet Iarûr in the library.
“This younger generation of elves are so ambitious,” Orowen said to Mîrwen.
“Why do they wish to wait to start a family? Amdir wishes to follow Oropher’s example.”
“I do not know, Nana,” Mîrwen answered. “But I know Nimeithel agrees with her husband.”
“I have heard nothing from Anadriel,” Orowen said. “She keeps busy with Nimloth and Ëarmîr.”
“From what I understand, Nimeithel has her own hands full keeping up with Lúthien,” I added. “I do not know when she would find the time to start a family.”
“Have you not heard,” Orowen began. “Lúthien will have new accommodations soon.”
“New accommodations,” I asked curiously.
“On uncle’s orders,” Mîrwen said. “For her safety.”
“What could be safer than Menegroth,” I asked. “Are you sure you heard correctly?”
They nodded as Oropher approached with Celeborn.
“Good morning, Ada,” he said cheerfully.
“Have you heard of new accommodations for the Princess Lúthien,” I asked.
Celeborn looked down as Oropher sighed.
“I think you should come with us,” Oropher said.
I left with them for a short journey to a place where builders were constructing something around a tree. Overseeing the workers were Thingol, Elmo and both Galathils.
“This should keep my daughter secured and well-placed to have her ladies attend to her every whim,” I heard Thingol say.
As he turned to leave, we bowed to him.
“This should make things easier for Nimeithel,” he said to Oropher.
With that, he left with Elmo and his son.
“Galathil,” Celeborn said to his brother. “How are things?”
“Father was instructed to have me ensure things are done quickly and to the liking of the king.”
“May I ask what endangers the king’s daughter for him to go to such measures,” I asked.
“Love, I am afraid,” Galathil said. “What else is there?”
Oropher rolled his eyes.
“What is on your mind, son?”
“Nothing, Ada,” he said.
“Amdir and I overheard Saeros speaking to Iarûr,” Celeborn began. “Before you say it, Brother, I know it was bad form but they were in the hall in which we were walking.”
“You grow more like your wife every day,” Galathil said.
“As I was saying,” Celeborn continued. “Daeron informed the king of his daughter’s plans. I know not what they were, but I am quite sure it was her desire to follow the mortal on his quest.”
“Beren,” I asked. “How would anyone know where he is or if he lives?”
“There is no better way to know than to search,” Galathil said.
“So Thingol wishes Hírilorn turned into her gilded cage for her safety,” Celeborn added.
“That is rather extreme,” I whispered.
“These are dangerous times,” Galathil said.
“Made all the more dangerous by such a monstrosity,” Oropher added. “If she can get out of Menegroth, she will get out of this.”
“It is my duty to make sure that does not happen,” Galathil said sternly. “Our dear cousin is a bit unruly, as you well know.”
Oropher left abruptly and I went after him.
“Oropher,” I said as I caught up to him. “What is bothering you?”
“I can assure you, Father,” he began as he stopped walking. “Lúthien will not remain in that place for long.”
“How are you so sure,” I asked.
“There is nothing in this world that can keep the heart from what it will do for love, no matter how foolish.”
“It can be said to apply to a father for his daughter,” I answered. “We will do many foolish things for love.”
“Perhaps,” Oropher said more calmly. “But of two loves, only one will break its chains and change this world forever.”
He left me alone in shock at his words. Who was this man I called son and where were these profound revelations coming from?–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 9-22-2019
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Chapter VI: The Second Awakening (Pt. V)
I took my place beside Mîrwen—I marveled at how she radiated when she smiled at me. We stood with Elmo and Orowen, Galadhon and Celebriel, Galathil and Nárwen on either side of King Thingol and Queen Melian. Oropher, Amdir, Galathil, and Eäros stood with their wives beside Celeborn and Galadriel as they stood before the court to take their vows.
“Celeborn, son of Galadhon,” Daeron began. “You have chosen Galadriel?”
“I have,” Celeborn said proudly.
“And you, Galadriel, daughter of Finarfin,” another elf said to her. “You have chosen Celeborn?”
“I have,” Galadriel said gazing into Celeborn’s eyes.
Daeron and the elf bowed to Things as he stood to address the couple.
“I say to you both, you have my blessing.”
They shared a kiss and the Great Hall erupted with cheers. Servants cleared the hall to prepare for evening celebrations as we left with the family into an adjacent room beyond the thrones. Once there, I noticed King Thingol speaking to his queen quietly across from us. The door opened.
“Saeros,” Thingol said to the elf that entered. “Come.”
I recognized him as the other officiant. Unlike most elves in the service of the king, he was a Nandor. Today was his first official duty as a member of the council. Graceful and fair, his demeanor reminded me of Denethor.
“That was a beautiful ceremony,” Orowen began. “It was indeed the respite from the goings-on beyond these walls we needed.”
“If you are referring to the sundering of the lands around Beleriand by the sons of Fëanor, Fingolfin, and Finarfin, then yes, it was,” Galadhon said quietly.
“It is your son’s wedding day,” Elmo began sternly. “There will be none of that.”
“Where has Celeborn gone to,” Mîrwen asked, looking around.
“He is probably with his brother and his cousins,” I said. “His bride was last seen with Lúthien and her ladies.”
“I am rather looking forward to this evening,” Galathil said. “How long has it been since we have found cause to celebrate?”
“Too long,” I said.
Shortly, we found ourselves summoned to the Great Hall again for feast and merriment into the night. When I was not dancing with Mîrwen, I spent my time observing my kin enjoying themselves. Even Súlwë found a measure of happiness as he danced with Galadriel. For a moment, it seemed the past was forgiven.
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One morning not long after, I lay in bed—my eyes shut with my mind drifting peacefully in tranquil darkness. I felt Mîrwen move closer to me, her lips touching mine. I opened my eyes to find her looking at me. We kissed again and soon we were lost in each other’s arms.
“How is my wife this morning,” I asked.
“She is very happy,” she said.
She kissed me again, but I did not respond.
“What is the matter?”
“It is too quiet,” I answered. “Something is about to happen.”
“Do not be silly,” Mîrwen said, kissing me again.
There was a knock at the door. Mîrwen frowned at me as I smiled at her.
“I told you so,” I whispered. “One moment, if you will,” I said to the door.
Mîrwen rose from our bed and covered herself with her robe.
“Enter,” she said.
When the door opened, several ladies entered. I recognized two of them.
“Good morning, Nimeithel; Valdúril.”
“Orothôn,” Nimeithel said as she turned to Mîrwen. “Wonderful news! Níndi is with child and Galathil has asked Meriel for her hand.”
“That is wonderful news,” Mîrwen cried gleefully.
“Yes,” I began. “Wonderful.”
They all turned and looked at me for what seemed a lifetime.
“Apologies, my love,” Mîrwen finally said.
She motioned for the ladies to follow her to her dressing corner so I could properly cover myself in my robe. It was then another knock came. I sighed deeply.
“Enter,” I said as I sat down on the bed. It was Êlengolas and Finëar.
“You are not in bed,” Finëar said.
I pointed behind me.
“Oh,” he said again.
More dressers entered as Mîrwen emerged dressed for the day. She came to me and whispered into my ear.
“Until later,” she said as she kissed my cheek.
I nodded and she disappeared into the hall with the ladies.
“I do not wish to know,” Êlengolas began. “Please keep that to yourself.”
I let out a weak laugh as the dressers got to work.
“Any word from court other than Galathil’s engagement?”
“Lady Galadriel has left Beleriand,” Finëar said.
“Why,” I asked.
“It is nothing,” Êlengolas added. “She went to see her brother.”
“The king allowed this,” I asked.
“He cannot deny her such a request even as he and his brothers are exiled.”
“Did Celeborn leave with her?”
“No, he remains,” Finëar answered. “He has duties to attend to here.”
“He is the grandson of the king’s brother. Let no grudge go unheld,” Êlengolas said as the dressers finished and left.
The three of us made our way toward the Great Hall.
“Where does Finrod make his home,” I asked.
“Not far from our southwest borders,” Finëar said. “The sons of Fëanor are our north and east.”
“Do not forget Fingolfin and his sons,” Êlengolas said. “They occupy territory in the Northwest regions. All is right with the world.”
“For now,” I said to myself as we continued on our way.
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As the years went on, our world began to grow. There were noticeably more elves and naugrim walking the hills and valleys of Arda. After the birth of Eäros and Níndi’s son Ëarmîr, Galathil wed Meriel. Not long thereafter, their daughter Nimloth was born.
In the days following, my visions became more frequent and vivid. I told no one of the darkness and the despair I saw but Oropher seemed to understand whenever I became distant from friends and family.
There were rumors out of Ossiriand from the remnants of the Laiquendi still residing there. A new creature had appeared. Unlike the naugrim, it was said to be far more pleasant to look upon, yet their presence was unwelcome. Saeros would scoff at the stories of his lost people as fantasy as their plight of living under the eyes of two sons of Fëanor was less than ideal.
Queen Melian, however, took these rumors to heart. She said very little on the matter except to tell us not to dismiss these tales out of hand for creation continues under the Heavens. After a while, the rumors would be put aside and we went on with our lives—until the night when the rumors came within the borders of Doriath.
For elves, the night brought us comfort. We awoke beneath the stars so it was not uncommon for any of us to find ourselves outside on cloudless nights lost in thought. On nights such as this, Lúthien would wander out of the palace. It was unclear why—for it had started to become routine. Upon her return each time, her behavior seemed changed. Her cousin Galathil fell suspicious first—telling Oropher she was almost tolerable. Still, no one said a word. It was in her nature, we told ourselves.
One moonlit night, I went to find my son. He was on watch in the keep. When I arrived, he was lost in thought, gazing into the sky.
“What is on your mind, son,” I asked.
“Not a thing,” he said, turning his gaze toward me. “I was enjoying the view.”
I went to join him at the window. It was one of the most beautiful nights I had seen.
“What a view it is,” I said. “It is breathtaking.”
“Perhaps if we were outside,” he began. “I would love to take Nimeithel for a walk.”
“There will be other nights,” I said. “How is Nimeithel?”
“She has been tasked to look after Lúthien,” he answered. “To see where she wanders on the orders of grandmother. She thinks Lúthien has found a new place to wander but she wants to make sure it is not too far from Menegroth.”
“Has she returned,” I asked.
“She never left,” Oropher laughed. “Lúthien escaped before she could follow.”
We look out the window and saw Daeron leaving—crossing the bridge swiftly.
“Where is Daeron going,” I asked.
Oropher looked for himself.
“I do not know, but he has been often wandering out of Menegroth as of late searching for Lúthien.”
“Perhaps he goes for the king,” I said.
“The king does not know,” he answered.
“How is that possible?”
“I cannot say,” Oropher began. “But he does not know Daeron is in love with his daughter.”
“I beg your pardon,” I cried.
“It is true, Ada,” he said. “I do not know how no one has noticed how he looks upon her.”
“Everyone looks upon Lúthien with high regard,” I said.
Oropher laughed.
“He looks upon her as I look upon Nimeithel or Eldôr looks upon Valdúril. He is in love but it is unrequited.”
I looked out again to see Daeron returning from his outing. Even at a distance, I could see he was infuriated.
“He is not happy,” I said.
“How can you tell,” Oropher asked. “He always looks that way.”
“Something has him overwrought,” I said. “Perhaps I should go after him.”
“There is no need to,” Oropher said pointing into the night.
I saw Lúthien coming across the bridge and into the gates. We looked at each other perplexed. I would not be long before the answer to our questions would come walking into the court of King Thingol.––TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 8-03-2019
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Chapter VI: The Second Awakening (Pt. II)
As we entered the gates, the court ceased its duties as they looked upon us—especially the elegant beauty of Galadriel. Amdir had gone ahead to send word to King Thingol of their guests. We approached the throne just as Amdir returned with the king with Daeron at his side.
“Finrod, son of Finarfin,” King Thingol said. “Welcome to Doriath.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Finrod answered. “Your generosity has preceded you.”
King Thingol smiled. He motioned to Finrod and his family to follow him away. When they had left, Mîrwen and Nimeithel approached us.
“Who were they,” Mîrwen asked.
“They come to us from Mithrim,” I said.
“They are the siblings of Angrod,” Oropher added. “I trust they all remain with us for a time.”
“The lady is quite lovely,” Nimeithel said.
“Quite,” I answered. “Lovely but peculiar.”
“Let us be on our way, Nimeithel,” Mîrwen said. “We must help prepare the Queen for tonight.”
Mîrwen kissed me and they were on their way. Súlwë looked on—his face tense.
“I need to find Êlengolas,” I said. “I shall leave you to your duties.”
Oropher, Súlwë, Eldôr, and Amdir nodded. I left them knowing where I would find Êlengolas. He was with Mablung and Beleg learning about Legolas.
“You are from Valinor,” I heard Êlengolas ask as I entered the hall outside the throne room.
“I am,” Legolas answered. His confidence was as crisp as his striking gray eyes and long golden hair.
“Are there others as you,” Êlengolas queried again.
“There is,” Legolas said. “He is called Glorfindel. From the House of the Golden Flower.”
I could see by Êlengolas’ expression I needed to interrupt.
“I am Orothôn,” I said quickly, greeting our new guest. “We met earlier.”
“It is a pleasure,” Legolas answered.
“How long will you be with us,” I asked.
“For as long as we are welcomed,” he said. “No longer.”
I thought his answer sounded unusual but I said nothing.
“Êlengolas, may I have a word?”
He followed me around a corner.
“The House of the Golden Flower,” he finally said laughing.
“You know our visitors are kin to the King,” I asked.
“Are they from the House of the Golden Flower?”
I hit his arm hard.
“What?”
“The ones he guards are kin to the King. They come from Mithrim.”
“They came from Valinor,” he said. “Why are these elves leaving the home we should be living in?”
“It is a long story,” I began. “I will speak of it later. Meanwhile, I expect you to mind your manners.”
Êlengolas glared at me.
“Orothôn, please,” he started. “I am not a child. Your royal duties do not require that you play nursemaid to me.”
“Only when Iarûr is absent,” I said, smiling.
“You know something,” he said.
“I do, but as I said before, I will speak of it later.”
“After dinner,” he said. He took his leave. I stood there thinking to myself as an uneasy feeling came over me. I went to my chambers to prepare for the evening.
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When we were in the Great Hall awaiting the entrance of the King and Queen, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Everyone was in their place—some were quietly chatting amongst themselves. Soon, the sound of music filled the hall and King Thingol, Queen Melian, their daughter Lúthien entered with Finrod, Orodreth, Aegnor, and Galadriel. It was then that Celeborn became enamored. It was hard not to notice as his face was glowing brighter than the lanterns in the room.
When everyone was seated, dinner was served. On this night, there were more delights than usual and everyone took advantage. Things were going well and my mind was put at ease. The celebration went on late into the night.
As promised, after dinner, I found Êlengolas and under the light of the moon. I told him all that I knew—from Nimernil to the coming of Finrod.
“Well,” he said when I finished. “That is quite a tale. Why did you not tell me this before?”
“I was sworn to secrecy.”
“Orothôn.“
“I did not know where to begin,” I said. “It was not until Finrod came that everything Súlwë said made sense.”
“When King Thingol learns of this, it will not go well.”
“You will say nothing,” I said.
“I do not have to say anything,” Êlengolas said. “I trust someone will say it to him.”
“Who would dare tell the King of such slaughter upon his brother’s house?”
“My guess would be someone from his brother’s house.”
“I do not think Súlwë will be the one to tell him,” I said. “He does not want to risk his identity to be revealed.”
“I do not believe he will be the one,” Êlengolas said pensively. “Love will make anyone tell secrets and truths.”
“Love,” I asked. “What has love to do with this?”
“I know you saw Celeborn as he looked upon the Lady Galadriel,” he began. “Did you notice how she looked upon him?”
“No,” I answered.
“It is for no one to say but her,” he said. “She will speak when her heart is ready. I do worry, though.”
“Worry?”
“What a burden to bear for ambition. Olwë is her mother’s father. What could be worth more than the life of your own kin?”
I said nothing. When he was wise, Êlengolas could make me think deeper on things. I could not imagine the guilt these elves would carry for eternity. On our way back to the palace, we happened upon Celeborn with Galadriel. They were very much in love. I knew Êlengolas was right—it would not be long before all would be revealed.–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 6-24-2019
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Chapter VI: The Second Awakening (Pt. I)
It did not take long for Súlwë to become accustomed to life in Menegroth. He was introduced at court under Nimernil though whenever he was with Oropher, he was called Súlwë.
The peace of the next few years gave way to the creation of the Elven Realms from the West to the Havens of Círdan to the East where Ossiriand for the fruit of life again. The darkness in the North seemed to have been silenced; as was told to us by Angrod. In the time of peace, I wondered if Oropher would start a family, but he remained more determined to wait. He knew better than I that this peace would not last.
When the sons of Fënor, Fingolfin, and Finarfin invited King Thingol to join them in the Feast of Reuniting, he decided against it even as the remaining elves of Ossiriand quickly accepted. He sent Daeron with Mablung in his stead. Iarûr told Êlengolas that it was to without complaint. Daeron did not wish to go but he was bound by duty to the king.
When they returned, Daeron spoke to no one but Thingol and the Queen. The court did not think on it long and the routine of daily life went on. On one occasion, I was with Oropher, Eldôr, Amdir, and Súlwë outside the palace. It was a crisp day—with endless blue skies; the sun beamed upon us with a subtle warmth over a gentle breeze. The waters fo the Esgalduin sparkled as the aquatic creatures created ripples made golden by the sun.
“What was it like in Alqualondë,” Amdir asked Súlwë.
“Before the battle, it was unlike anything you have ever seen,” Súlwë said. “It seems a lifetime since then. I wonder about my family. They must think I perished.”
“Did you know well the sons of Finarfin?”
“Yes, of course,” he smiled. “Their father married my sister Eärwen. There is a maiden among them. Her name is Altáriel. She was most beloved by my sister. Like her, she is the only girl of brothers.”
“She was left behind, then,” Oropher asked.
“Not her,” he answered. “She is quite headstrong. She is here with her brothers.”
“I wonder if we will ever see them,” Eldôr wondered aloud.
“Perhaps,” Súlwë said. “If only to visit their kin. Olwë, Elwë, and Elmo remain very close if only in spirit. I heard many tales of the journey even though like my sister I was born in Eldamar.”
“You did not miss much,” I said as I remembered Cuiviénen.
“I would like to see our home across the sea one day,” Eldôr said. “Father spoke of nothing of it all my life as if he had been there. I want to know if it is real.”
Amdir hit him in the arm.
“How can it not be real,” he asked. “Súlwë just came from there.”
“Is there more than Alqualondë,” Eldôr asked Súlwë.
“Yes, of course,” he said.
“Then I wish to see if the rest of it is real.”
We continued along the way when Súlwë suddenly stopped—his face frozen in a cold stare. We looked to see a group of elves walking toward us. As they came closer, I realized I had never seen them before. Most of them were fair-haired. Among them was the most lovely of elven maidens.
“Who are you,” Eldôr asked, taking a defensive stand with Amdir. “You are in the kingdom of King Thingol.”
One of the elves came forward to protect the most regal of them.
“It is alright, Legolas,” he said to his guard, motioning him to stand down.
“Many apologies for my companion. My cousin thought it best to send us with protection. I am Finrod, son of Finarfin. These are my brothers Orodreth, Aegnor, and our sister.”
“I am Altáriel,” she said. “You may call me Galadriel.”
They bowed to us.
“You are the one that sent Angrod,” I said.
“I did,” Finrod said. “He told us great things about His Majesty’s generosity.”
“How is Angrod,” I asked.
“He is well,” he answered. “He is attending to his uncle Fingolfin just now.”
“Come,” Oropher said. “I am sure His Majesty King Thingol will welcome you at Menegroth.”
Finrod smiled at us. We turned back toward Menegroth.
“It is good to see you again, Nimernil,” Galadriel whispered to Súlwë. “So far from home. My mother must miss her favorite brother.”
Súlwë said nothing. As we approached the bridge, we were met by Mablung and Beleg. Mablung greeted us.
“Finrod,” he said. “Good to see you again.”
“You as well,” Finrod answered.
“Legolas Greenleaf,” Mablung began. “What brings you so far away from your lord?”
“Turgon wished his cousins to have safe passage into Doriath,” Legolas answered.
There seemed an uneasy tension between them. Nonetheless, the remained cordial.
“You have done well,” Beleg said. “Shall we?”
We followed them across the bridge and into the gates of Menegroth.–TKWRT
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So I read the Silmarillion and this is all I could think about when reading the Ruin of Doriath, so I wrote it down.
Link:The Tale of the Ruin of Doriath
Something That Makes Me Sad
The idea that the Silvan elves in Lorien lost their culture and traditions while under Noldor/Sindar rule.
Imagine the Lorien elves visiting the Woodland Realm after the War of the Ring and Thranduil purposely inviting them when there is some sort of Silvan festival going on. He just assumes that similarly to his people, despite Sindar/Noldor rule, they would still observe it. But they don’t and they have forgotten how to celebrate it. They see the Mirkwood elves celebrating as they had done millennia ago and how the House of Oropher have embraced it and not sanitised* it.
Thranduil drinking with highest ranking silvans and laughing loudly in a completely undignified way. Legolas dances with his people and smokes the sweet smelling herbs that make your brain go numb. Yes, they can play the part of the Sindar Lord very well, but their hearts’ rest with their people, not with their lineage.
They meet Thranduil’s Silvan Queen (she’s alive and Silvan and I won’t take any criticisms on this), who drapes her legs over her husbands and rests her head on his shoulder when she gets sleepy. The Lorien elves could not imagine their own Lord and Lady acting in such a way in public.
In conclusion, while the Sindar may have brought order to the Silvan elves, in Mirkwood they did so without compromising what made them Silvan to begin with. The Sindar are just there because the Silvan’s don’t know how to negotiate a trade deal, which is fair enough considering that isn’t exactly an everyday skill.
*The word ‘sanitised’ is not a COVID joke. When colonial powers would go into areas, they would often force changes upon cultural traditions to bring them into line with their own culture.
Silvan elves in Valinor anyone??
I need Silvan elves in Valinor fan fiction. Like, what do they do? Who do they piss off?
I can just imagine them rocking up later than everyone else, not really giving a fuck. They completely reject the Noldor and Sindar traditions and customs and just go and find a forest somewhere.
Sometimes they come out for special occasions but purposely try and piss off as many high and mighty pricks as possible. (They make a drinking game out of it.) And those high and mighty pricks always turn to Oropher, Thranduil or Legolas to try and get them to stop, but they just join in.
They get drunk, smoke all sorts of fun herbs and just generally enjoy their lives now they aren’t plagued by the darkness.
The Valar get really pissy about it too, except Yavanna because she joins in. So does Radagast.
Amazing fic can be found on AO3: A Nameless Fear
Author:@gabriel-seven(Tumblr)gabriel7(AO3)
Beautiful art by: @griseldajane (Tumblr)griseldajane(AO3)
Fic rating:M
Warnings:Minor character death, angst, fear, implied character death, a little gore.
Relationships:Thranduil/Legolas, Oropher/Celegorm, Oropher/OFC, Thranduil/OMC.
Characters:Oropher, Celeborn, Celegorm, OFC, Thranduil, Legolas, Galion, OMC(s).
Tags: Father/son, love/support, fears, shame.
Word count: TBA
Summary:
The king of the Woodland realm has a secret, something he both fears and despises. When a fouler evil is discovered, threatening the security of his realm and the welfare of his people he must cast aside his grievances and embrace who and what he is to thwart the darkness.
A collaboration created for the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2018
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The beginning of an end
Oropher and Thranduil during the Battle of Dagorlad, before the fateful charge.
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“Then, the investigation became a top secret meeting in a room full of broomsticks and cleaning tools. Erestor, Tindómiel, Thranduil and I were squeezed like thieves, discussing the matter. The secret council was stopped midway as a servant opened the door to fetch a bucket and brushes. Imagine being a staff member of the castle and find four important people sitting in undignified positions and whispering like criminals. Miel was sitting on my lap. It’s a good thing she’s my niece, the domestic won’t think too much of it. I can’t say the same for Erestor who was settled between Thranduil’s legs and was caressing his thighs because he could, with Thranduil poking his stomach (Erestor is ticklish. He kicked me because he was squirming too much).”
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Brahms as Oropher
Liszt as Elrond
Berg as Gil-galad
