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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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Chapter V: The Coming of Time (Pt. IV)
We entered the Great Hall to see a group of elves—all simply dressed in white. They kept their heads bowed in silence. The court around them speaking in whispers.
“When did they arrive,” I whispered to Amdir.
“Not long ago,” he answered. “They have yet to meet the king. He was made aware just as we came for you.”
At that moment, Mablung and Beleg entered with King Thingol, Queen Melian; Elmo and Orowen not far behind.
“You come from Eldamar,” King Thingol asked as he sat on his throne beside his queen. One brave elf raised his head and stepped forward.
“Originally,” the elf said. “I am Angrod, son of Finarfin. I come at the request of my brother Finrod in Mithrim.”
King Thingol’s expression turned pensive. After a brief silence, he spoke again.
“Son of Finarfin,” he began. “What brings you into my kingdom on this day?”
“I am quite sure as sovereign, you have long known of the deeds done in this world under darkness.“
“I am,” he nodded.
“The battles endured in the North could hardly go unnoticed by anyone, for the Noldo has triumphed against the demons come forth from Angband.”
“You numbers must be great if you if you were able to send those creatures back to whence they came.”
“Of our numbers, they account for much of your kin, King Thingol,” Angrod said. “Your dear brother is our grandfather after all.”
King Thingol nodded.
“How is he,” Queen Melian inquired.
“I have not seen him, Your Majesty,” he answered. “Not for some time.”
She nodded—her expression hiding secrets I would never know.
“We have come to dwell in Arda for now,” Angrod continued. “The sons of Fëanor and the children of his brothers find solace here despite the dangers that linger here.”
As King Thingol brought down his decree, I noticed Elmo watching a particular elf that stood behind Angrod. His gaze was uncomfortable as the elf tried to avert his stare.
“So it shall be,” I heard Angrod say at last. “I shall tell the lords what you have told me. As a guest in your land, may it be one day, you are a guest in ours.”
King Thingol nodded and the elves bowed.
“
“As you wish, Your Majesty,” Angrod answered.
“Iarûr, show our guest to their quarters.”
Iarûr motioned to the elves to follow him. I saw Elmo whisper to Galadhon. His son followed the elves as King Thingol and Queen Melian took their leave. As the court dispersed I could not help but wonder who the elf was the held Elmo’s fascination.
“Father,” Oropher began, breaking my thoughts. “I am going to attend to my wife. I will see you and mother for dinner.”
“Of course,” I said smiling.
He walked away and I found my mind wandering again. I decided I should find Mîrwen and went straight to our room. When I entered, I found Mîrwen already prepared for dinner.
“I did not see you at court,” I said.
“I was not there,” she said. “I was attending to other duties.”
“So you already knew about the elves from Mithrim?”
“Yes,” she said cheerfully. “You need to prepare for dinner. I shall call for the servants.”
As she walked toward the chamber bell, I stopped her.
“Who is the elf that your father was staring at?”
“I do not know,” she said. “I was not at court.”
“Mîrwen,” I began.
“What,” she asked.
I looked at her sternly.
“He is a son of Olwë,” she said. “His name is Nimernil.”
Olwë—a name I had not heard in a lifetime. I found myself confused.
“I do not understand,” I said. “Why would he be here?
“That, dear husband, I do not know.”
She went to ring the bell.
“Say not a word to anyone.”
Before I could ask another question, the dressers were upon me. I tried to put the events of the day behind me. We dined with little concern about anything. Nothing was amiss–save for the presence of the mysterious Nimernil. Angrod sat with King Thingol and Elmo—their conversation appeared as reminiscing. When dinner was done, I prepared to retire with Mîrwen when Orowen came to us.
“Orothôn,” she began. “Elmo seeks your company.”
“Where is he,” I asked.
“I do not know, but Galathil will take you to him.”
I looked to see him standing with Galadhon. Immediately, I knew it was about Nimernil. I went to them quickly.
“Take me to Elmo,” I said.
“This is why you should never tell our sister anything,” Galadhon teased. “She tells her husband.”
Galathil cut his eye at him and motioned for us to follow. When we reached an empty room below the Throne Room beside the armory, I noticed Elmo waiting with Eäros. He was looking far better than he had before the wars had begun. When we were alone, out of the darkness stepped the elf from before. He was as tall as elves are—his golden hair flowing past his shoulders. He looked at us—his grey eyes far less restless than they were in court.
“Are you whom they call Nimernil,” I asked.
For the first time, this elf smiled and laughed softly.
“That is what they call me, but it is not my name,” he answered. “I am Súlwë, the youngest son of Olwë.”
‘Why are you here,” Galadhon asked.
“I took leave from Alqualondë without my father’s knowledge. I had to know what was so precious in this world that would cause such destruction in the other.”
“Destruction,” Galadhon asked.
“There was an uprising,” he said, solemnly. “Let by Fëanor, son of Finwë. I know nothing of the circumstances. I just know our kin in Alqualondë suffered greatly.”
“My brother,” Elmo gasped. “Is he…?”
“No,” Súlwë answered. “He lives. But the price we paid was indeed enormous. I followed the elves out of our homeland. Those that did not take our ships from the Havens came across the Helcaraxë. It was these I followed from Araman.”
Elmo slowly took a seat on a bench in shock.
“That must have been horrible,” Galathil said.
“There were many that died on the way,” Súlwë said, his voice cracking as he tried to hide his sadness. “For those who made it, not even the rising of the Daystar could bring them light.”
We stood in silence; our voices could not find the words.
“You must go back,” I said finally.
“Impossible,” Súlwë said curtly. “Those who left are in exile. Though my hands are clean, I am afraid I am as well. What is left of home for me was lain to waste.”
“Stay with us,” Eäros said.
“Who knows of your true identity,” Elmo asked, distraught.
“No one,” Súlwë answered.
“Very well,” Elmo said calmly. “You may stay in my household but when
“Yes, Uncle,” Súlwë answered.
Elmo nodded as he looked at me.
“He will stay with you, Orothôn. Oropher is the only I know that can keep a secret.”
“I beg your pardon, Father,” Galadhon said. “I am offended.”
“Do not be,” Elmo said. “Whatever you say to Celebriel she will keep from your mother. Same for Nárwen and Níndi. I take my leave.”
Elmo left with his sons close behind. I looked as Súlwë.
“Welcome to Menegroth,” I said.–TKWRT
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Chapter V: The Coming of Time (Pt. III)
I do not know how long we stood watching this new light that outshined the stars rise higher and higher. It was hard to step away but I longed to tell Mîrwen our son had returned. I turned around and nearly knocked her over.
“Mîrwen,” I said, startled. She kissed me tenderly then smiled.
“Our son is home,” she began.
“I was on my way to tell you,” I said as I looked around. Oropher was nowhere to be seen.
“He has gone in search of Nimeithel,” Mîrwen said. “She will be most pleased.”
“Of course. As will Valdúril. Have you come to see what has risen?”
“I have come for you, Orothôn,” she began. “Though this new marvel beckons to us all. It is comforting.”
“It is,” I said, taking her hand. “But you are more so to me.”
I kissed her like the first time. Everything seemed as it was before we had come into Doriath. We made our way into Menegroth toward our chambers for what would be known as the first night
As we lay together not long thereafter, our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Shall we let them enter,” I asked Mîrwen.
“What would you say,” she asked. “Would you send them away? It could be a matter of grave importance.”
“It also could be nothing at all,” I answered.
The knocking continued. Mîrwen rose quickly and put on her robe. She looked at me. I sighed and got up and did the same.
“Enter,” I said.
When the doors opened, Iarûr entered with Finëar.
“You must come to the court quickly,” Finëar said. “It is a matter of grave importance.”
Mîrwen laughed at me as two ladies entered and took her behind our dressing screen.
“How grave,” I asked.
“It is nothing,” Iarûr began.
“Then why are you here,” I asked, glaring at Finëar.
“Why are you not dressed for court,” Finëar asked.
“Because it is most inconvenient to go to bed fully clothed.”
Two elven courtiers entered and began to dress me.
“Has King Things called an audience,” I asked.
“He is with Queen Melian,” Iarûr began as Mîrwen emerged impeccably dressed.
“Is Mother and Father with them,” she asked.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Finëar said, bowing. “Your brothers as well.”
“They are in the Great Hall,” she asked.
“No,” Iarûr answered. “They are outside. Your son Oropher and his wife are already there.”
The sound of my son’s name piqued my curiosity.
“Oropher,” I asked as my dressers finished and left with the ladies.
“Shall we,” Iarûr said as he motioned to the door. Mîrwen took my hand and we followed Finëar and Iarûr out of our room and toward the front gates. I noticed how silent things were, save for the echo of our footsteps. I started to fear something was amiss.
“Something must be wrong,” I whispered to Mîrwen. She said nothing as we continued on our way. Once we reached the gates, the guards opened them. A flood of bright light rolled into the hall. I was afraid to go further.
“It is alright,” Finëar said. “It is only the light of the Daystar.”
Slowly we walked into the world that once existed under the light of many stars. It was now a world filled with vivid color. Above us, the sky was a light blue as the light of the Daystar blinded anyone that tried to look upon it. I looked around—I should see other elves anew—their features distinct and even more beautiful. There were elflings playing in the crisp green grass beneath the canopy of tall trees; their branches covered in all forms of leaves of many colors.
“Nana,” I heard Oropher say as he embraced Mîrwen. Beside him was Nimeithel—breathtaking as ever in her new role.
“How is my son,” Mîrwen asked.
“I could not be happier,” he said.
“What about you, Nimeithel,” I asked.
“I feel the same as my husband,” she answered.
“How is Eldôr,” I inquired. In the joy of the moment, I found myself thinking of Valdôr.
“As to be expected,” Oropher said solemnly. “He learned of his father’s passing before the rising of the Daystar. I cannot imagine what he or Lothluin must be feeling.”
We fell quiet for a time—our own vigil to our beloved friend. He died beneath starlight—his life given so others could see this day.
It was the first day and it was received with a bittersweet reflection of our existence in a world we were never meant to live. I thought of the stories of Eldamar. I wondered if it existed—did this light steal from it eternal life? Every one of us remained in the light of day until it made its descent beneath the horizon. It was then the familiarity of our first life returned as the stars began to peek out of the coming of night. The moon began another journey across the sky as we made our way into the palace.
A grand banquet was held in celebration of the coming of time. Now we would know the journey of our lives by the passing of day into night.
It was not long before we became accustomed to the day. The warmth of the Daystar we now called ’the Sun’ was a welcoming comfort from the coolness of the night. We learned to tell time with the passing of days. With the Sun and the Moon came seasons and weather.
One day, I was outside walking with Oropher—speaking of things in the early afternoon.
“Have you given any thought to starting a family,” I asked.
“I have,” he said smiling. “But I am hesitant of it.”
“May I ask why?”
“If you admit that Nana put you up to asking such a question.”
I laughed.
“Do you think I would have acted on my own volition?”
“No,” he answered.
“Then tell me, what keeps you from starting a family?”
Oropher sighed. I could see something weighed heavily on his mind.
“I had a vision,” he began. “I saw many things I do not comprehend.”
“What things,” I asked. I wondered if he had inherited his mother’s gift of foresight.
“I saw war,” he began. “Far worse than we have ever seen. There was death everywhere with the coming of another creature.”
“Creature,” I asked. I thought of the Orcs that I fought Ossiriand. “Such as the evil horde that came out of the North?”
“They looked like us but they did not live as long. Then I saw a wood far from here in the East. It was cursed.”
“A cursed wood,” I asked perplexed. “These visions are frightening but why would that keep you from starting a family?”
“That is what Nimeithel asked,” Oropher said.
“And what was your answer?”
Oropher looked at me—his face stoic.
“I told her I was told to wait.”
“Told by whom,” I asked.
“That is what I do not know,” he started. “All I know is they were adamant about and unwavering in their request.”
“It was just a vision, Oropher,” I said. “Do not let it determine how you will live your life.”
“Who is Taurëa,” he asked.
I stopped abruptly as a child rant through me. I had not heard her name for so long.
“Where did you hear her name,” I asked.
“In my visions,” he said. “Who was she? Did you not know of her?”
“I knew here,” I said. “She was the mother of Denethor.”
Oropher’s face lit up with curiosity.
“She was close to Grandmother, was she not?”
“Yes, she was,” I said. “What did she say to you?”
“She said only that great things will come of me. Then she walked into the wood.”
“The cursed wood,” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “You know of what I speak?”
I nodded. I did not wish to tell him no more. I could see he wanted to know more but my rescue came in the form of Amdir and Eldôr.
“We were looking everywhere for you,” Amdir said as they approached.
“Yes,” I asked, relieved. “What is it?”
“We have guests in the court,” Eldôr said. “They have come a great distance.”
“From where have they come,” Oropher asked.
“From Eldamar,” Amdir said.
We stood there in shock for a time. We followed them back to Menegroth to greet the Eldar that had seen the home we never knew.
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Chapter V: The Coming of Time (Pt. II)
The walk to Menegroth was one of mourning—our heads bowed in silent procession. My thoughts were many; blurred by tears and heartache. How could I face Lothluin? What would I say to Valdôr’s son?
“How did he fall,” I whispered to Êlengolas. “How did Valdôr fall?”
“Bravely,” he whispered back. “That is all anyone needs to know.”
“What do I say to Lothluin,” I asked.
“Why is it your burden to bear, Orothôn,” he asked. “Let those that witnessed his death tell his wife and son.”
“You,” I asked. “Were you there?”
Êlengolas sighed deeply.
“I was,” he started. “It is my burden to bear. My daughter wed his son. Even now, I do not know if this ware will make either of my daughters widows but I have seen it make many—not the least of those, Lothluin. But I will do what I must. Valdôr was one of my dearest friends.”
I could hear him trying to hold back tears as spoke. I could not imagine what he had seen and I dared not ask him. We walked the rest of the way to Menegroth in silence. As we made our way toward the bridge, the distant sounds of howls and screams seemed to further destroy any hope we had left.
Galathil started to lead the few survivors of Ossiriand found alive—a small mingling of a few strong men, maidens and several elflings—toward the gates. We prepared to cross behind when a light illuminated the darkness from out of the West. King Thingol and Elmo ran through the soldiers to see. It was a flickering light with plumes as dark as a starless night rising into the Heavens.
“What is this,” Elmos asked his brother.
“It is the end of all of us,” King Things said. “Into Menegroth!”
We made our way across the bridge and through the gates as quickly as we could. Once inside, the ladies came to us frantically. In the confusion, Mîrwen found and embraced me.
“You returned,” she said.
“Yes, I said, dropping my sword. “I am one of the few.”
She looked at me—her eyes filling with tears as she followed my gaze to Êlengolas speaking with Lothluin. She fell into the arms of Valdúmîr. Mîrwen turned away.
“Is there
“None,” she said. “I cannot bear the silence.”
I said nothing as my concern turned to Oropher. I knew we would both die of despair at the loss of our son.
“Go to Lothluin,” I said. “I will see you in our chambers after a while.”
Mîrwen nodded. I kissed her forehead and made my way down to the armory with the others. As I took off my armor, I somehow began to want to return to it. I sat down beside it on the wooden bench the length of the room. I felt a sensation foreign to me—a weakness ran through me and I desired to sleep as a newborn elfling. Êlengolas sat beside me looking as weary as I felt.
“How is Lothluin,” I asked. Even my voice felt tired.
“I know not her thoughts but her heart is broken,” he answered. “She waits for word of Eldôr with Valdúril. His return will give her hope.”
“It will give me some hope as well,” I said. “I know where he is, Oropher is not far. They are closer than brothers.”
“I believe they will return,” Êlengolas said. “They are too headstrong to die. Especially Oropher.”
I laughed—it seemed a lifetime since I had.
“True,” I said. “Oropher can be stubborn.”
“That is why I allowed him to marry Nimeithel. I knew with him she would always be safe.”
I smiled at Êlengolas. I put my hand on his shoulder.
“They will return.”
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Once I was bathed and dressed properly for court, I made my way towards my chambers. I thought of all the things I had seen in battle and wondered if there would come a time when such things would become only memory. When I reached the main hall, things were much quieter—only a few elves lingered near the gates. I turned to go to my chambers when I saw Iarûr and his wife Nimríel outside Finëar’s chambers.
“Is something the matter,” I asked. It had been some time since I heard from Finëar or his wife Nenduriel.
“You have nothing to fear, Orothôn,” Iarûr said. “Finëar is fine if but a bit rattled.”
“He was appointed to assist Iarûr in chronicling the war,” Nimríel said. “He has just returned from the western borders of Doriath.”
“Is that not where Oropher was sent,” I asked.
“I do not know,” Iarûr answered. “But I have not heard from my other chroniclers of yet. I suspect they will return soon.”
“We can only hope,” I said quietly. I continued on my way.
When I came to my chambers, I entered to find Mîrwen with Nimeithel.
“How are you, Nimeithel,” I asked her. She looked frightened though I knew the reason why.
“I was with Lothluin and my sister,” she began. “I cannot imagine how it must be to lose a husband.”
“And you will not know,” I said. “Nor will Valdúril. I know they will return.”
“Why are you so sure,” Mîrwen asked. “Is there
“I know Oropher,” I said attempting to sound hopeful. “He is a strong and formidable warrior.”
“What evil did you see,” Nimeithel asked. “What evil will Oropher face?”
I did not want to tell her in fear of frightening both of them.
“They are strong, but he is stronger,” I said.
They stared at me—their eyes cutting through me like a sword through an
“Orothôn, tell us what you have seen,” Mîrwen demanded sternly.
“What I saw I cannot describe in words you would understand,” I answered. “These creatures are beyond explanation.”
Nimeithel began to cry as Mîrwen comforted her. I felt guilty for saying anything at all. I sat down on the bed and watched them from across the room. The true horrors of Ossiriand were still fresh in my mind. I began to doubt my son would return. A knock came to our door.
“Enter,” I said, still deep in thought. It was Galathil.
“Orothôn, come,” he said.
I rose from the bed, looked at my wife and Nimeithel and feared the worst. We left quickly without a word. Once in the hall, we began walking swiftly toward the Great Hall.
“My son,” I began. “Is he dead?”
“I do not know,” Galathil began. “No one knows where he is.”
I stopped abruptly. Galathil motioned to me.
“What do you mean no one knows where he is?”
“He left his post,” he said. “Or that is what I was told.”
“What you were told,” I said angrily. “Who told you this?”
Galathil came to me.
“Amdir was with him and Eldôr at the start. Come with me, Orothôn. You may ask him yourself.”
I nodded and we continued on. Once we reached the hall, I realized a few elves had started to return from the borders. We found Amdir among them with his wife Anadriel.
“Go to my mother,” Amdir whispered to her. “I must speak with Father.”
She nodded and left us.
“What do you know of Oropher,” I asked.
“He left us not long after we were attacked,” he began. “He and Eldôr followed Aúrion to the southern borders.”
“Aúrion,” Galathil asked puzzled. “Was he not with Círdan in Eglarest?”
“No,” Amdir answered. “He came with Eäros. He collapsed by the gates.”
“What was he doing in battle then,” I asked.
“It was not fighting,” he said. “He was looking for anyone to go with him back to Eglarest.”
“With the blessing of Thingol,” Galathil asked.
“I do not know,” Amdir answered. “I only saw Oropher and Eldôr leave with him. Whether they were able to pass beyond the border I cannot say.”
I felt fear and anger—fear for Oropher’s well-being and angry at his actions.
“I need to find my son,” I said to myself.
“Where would you begin to look,” Galathil asked. “You have barely ventured anywhere save Ossiriand as it is. The Queen will not allow you to pass for such a journey. Not while those creatures remain anywhere near.”
“Then how would Aúrion get into Doriath or lead anyone out,” I asked, my voice growing louder. Before I could say another word, Celeborn entered excitedly.
“Ada,” he yelled, looking for Galadhon. He saw us and ran over. “Uncle, where is Father?”
“I have not seen him for some time,” Galathil told him. “Perhaps he is with your mother. What is wrong?”
“You must come outside,” he said. “There is something in the sky.”
“In the sky,” Amdir asked. “Are you mad, cousin?”
“Galathil saw it, too,” he answered.
“What is going on,” Elmo asked coming to us. “Celeborn, what are you going on about?”
“It is in the sky,” a familiar voice said. We looked to see Oropher standing with Eldôr.
“Oropher,” Amdir said smiling as he went to him. “Where have you been?”
I just stood there in disbelief.
“I told you they would return,” Êlengolas said as he passed on his way outside.
Oropher walked over to me and embraced me.
“You came home,” he whispered. “I knew you would. Come, see.”
I was too relieved to scold my only child. Out of curiosity, I made my way into the darkness. The world had changed. A faint light illuminated the earth with an ethereal glow. Without a thought, we walked beyond the gates and westwardly until we could see the light from what we would call the moon—rising slowly at the farthest point beyond where we had awakened. The faint sound of horns was heard and the rumblings that once shook us in tear seemed nothing compared to what would come to us not long after.
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