I hope this finds you (because I will post most of it on Instagram later and if you miss it there, I will post it on Twitter and Tumblr and WordPress).
I did something I never thought I would do–again. Nothing serious; I do it all the time. You will call me a drama king because apparently I am. Just so you know, it is your fault I am a drama king.
Do you want to why it is your fault? Because you just had to go off and be the best friend I ever had. What is is wrong with you? You just had to be the perfect mess to my imperfect mess. You had to be the calm to my storm. You just had to know me better than I know myself.
Because of you, I like peas again. I have not liked peas since I was a baby and I ate 5 jars of them. Because of you, I am now addicted to Peppa Pig. I have no idea how many episodes I have recorded since our infamous mug incident.
You just had to point out my obvious talents I never knew I had and turn them into my life’s dreams. You had to be just one degree less crazier than me–which is saying a lot considering 99% of our conversations would make people wonder why neither one of us is sitting in Bedlam babbling about how we killed Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
You just had to introduce me to our alter egos and now I cannot go to sleep without thinking about weird British cats and what the hell is going on in the Canadian Tundra while reading quotes by C.S. Lewis and dreaming about destroying Hufflepuff in Quidditch because I am a Gryffindor.
You drive me crazy. You drive me nuts. As if I was not crazy enough as it was you had to come along. And you know what? I have never been happier in my life. I will probably remain this happy for the rest of our lives and if there is another life, I am quite sure we will be there and will terrify a whole new world of people–In French, Italian, Spanish, German, Latin and Portuguese.
I could care LESS if you think I am a drama king or that I am overly sentimental or talk about you too much. Shut up and DEAL with it. I am going to do it anyway and you cannot stop me–until we are in the same room and you proceed to hit me over the head with a box of cookies. I am kidding. You would never hit me with a box full of cookies. You have hardly met a cookie you did not like.
In conclusion, I figured out the secret to finding the perfect guy for me: Tell them what it is really like to love someone like me; how to put up with someone like me. It will terrify the weak ones and intrigue the strong ones. Because no one has ever (and probably never) loved me or put up with me as well as you, they have one very large mountain to climb and some seriously big shoes to fill.
You have got to be the single most incredibly awesomely beautiful person who swears like a sailor in two languages I have ever met in my entire life who knows if WikiHow properly explains cooking pasta using clipart.
We met the very same year these characters met and we are still together like these two characters. In 100 years–even 1000 years–people will look back at us and probably ask, “What the F*k was that? Are you f*king kidding me? You mean these people were real?”
Good. Because sometimes even I wonder if I am living in a dream and I will wake up and all this wonderful will disappear. This is my Happy New Year ‘thing’ for you. So Happy New Year, my dearest, most beloved friend in all the universe. You are the only pain in the ass I do not mind having. You are the thorn in my side that reminds me I can do better (and corrects also my English in a Northern Italian accent with a French Twist).
I love you is not good enough for you, but it will have to do. Thank you for everything.
This time TSOT* comes with a surprise—an exclusive look into Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen (you have been enjoying over at @tkwrtrilogy3).Beginning with the Awakening of the Elves at Lake Cuiviénen and through the lives of Orothôn (father of Oropher) and Oropher himself. This should be a nice year-end treat for everyone that loves elves and Middle-Earth.
I figured I would cheer myself up after such a tumultuous year. And nothing cheers me up more than sharing stuff! Just watch this space for ALL the links to download on December 26 (we’re going to attempt not to bring down WordPress again this year by having more than one place to grab a copy).
For further mystery, I’m not going to say which “version” of TSOT it is.
I heard if you have a Kindle, you can download PDFs (probably because that’s what you’re reading in the first place). Just putting that out there! Let’s end this year on a good note, please!
@tkwrtrilogy3 will return soon. I had a death in the family. My stepmother passed away (also I got sick; not COVID-19). Many things are returning (and some new things).
As it was told to me sometime later: the whole of Doriath stood still that day. No wind blew through the trees and nary a forest creature could be seen. Time seemed to stop within our borders. Even within the halls of Menegroth there was an unsettled anticipation. Silence filled every chamber and the only sound heard was our footsteps—like heartbeats they filled our ears with anxious desire for a return to normalcy. This day would never be forgotten in the annals of time. Yet in the moment, one could forget there was ever a time such as this to remember.
It was the day Lady Lúthien and her Beren would return to Menegroth. Even as the day began as always, an uneasy excitement whispered through its hallowed halls.
I was called upon by Elmo and Orowen to receive the returning couple with the rest of the family. I had met the request with some doubt—for I feared it was all in vain. Nonetheless, I acquiesced for the sake of Mîrwen.
At sunrise on that day, I rose to find Mîrwen standing across our chamber draped in her robe and staring upward.
“Mîrwen,” I began. “Is something the matter?”
“Would you think ill of me if I were to say I wished this day had never come,” she asked softly.
“You know I could never think ill of you,” I said as I got up and walked over to her. “May I asked why you fell this way?”
She turned toward me; her eyes felt like daggers through my heart.
“I know of your visions, Orothôn,” she said. “I know you have seen was is to come and it will be this day that casts its long shadow upon this world.”
“What are you saying,” I asked.
“You know well what I am saying,” she snapped.
“If I did, my love, I would know how to answer.”
“Why did you say nothing to me of what you have seen,” she demanded.
“I did not wish to upset you,” I said. “It would appear I had just cause.”
“I am not amused, Orothôn,” she said.
“Nor am I, Mîrwen. What has brought you to this, dare I ask?”
“I know far more than you think,” she said.
“Well, that would not surprise me as you spend your days with the ladies of the court,” I answered. “I can only begin to imagine what you talk about when your husbands are not around.”
“We do not discuss Súlwë,” she said.
Words escaped me.
“Where did you hear that name,” I asked.
“It does not matter from where I heard it,” she answered as her voice seemed darker. “What matters is he knows the reason why this day has come. Your visions are what lies in the future this day foreshadows.”
“Mîrwen, please,” I said softly. “No more.”
“For now,” she whispered as we heard a knock at the door. “Enter.”
Servants entered the room to dress us for the day.
“I will tell you as much as I can,” I whispered.
“No, Orothôn. You will tell me all that you know.”
She smiled and motioned to her dressers and disappeared behind her screen.
I made my way to my attendants and we were dressed in silence. When we were ready, Mîrwen and I entered the hall where we met Oropher and Nimeithel.
“Ada,” he said. “You clean up nicely. How long has it been since we have had the occasion to be so formal?”
“It has been too long,” I answered.
We began making our way to the main vestibule. I put aside the events of the morning the closer to the throne we came. Not since we first entered into Menegroth had it looked so festive. I allowed myself a moment of much needed peace.–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 09-22-2020
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
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
It is time for @tkwrtrilogy2@tkwrtrilogy@tkwrtrilogy3@tkwrtnewsfeed@tkwrtrilogyhistory and all of its affiliates to leave Tumblr. I have broken no rules yet I am being blocked for some godforsaken reason. These books have been here for over five years, and all of a sudden they are getting blocked? I’m not gonna deal with this BS anymore. This is what I do as a writer. It’s my life’s work and I won’t have it compromised by a blog with crappy algorithms. I’m just going to exclusively be on WordPress, Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter from now on. Sorry @staff, but your rules are ridiculous. It has not violated any nudity graphic violence and or sex rules for over five years and they want to block things? I do not even use but one image at a time, and they are all from MIDDLE EARTH. This was the last straw. When my readers can’t read what they love, it is time to go. I am done with Tumblr. I am tired of this. I don’t use it them that much anyway anymore, so it is time to leave. I will be gone by the end of February.
If not for the genius of my 20th century literary hero, there would never be a Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy. He is known as the grandfather of the modern fantasy genre. He maintained a child-like wonder and imagination his entire life and that what I strive to do because it is what gives us hope and allows us to believe anything is possible.
This time TSOT* comes with a surprise—an exclusive look into Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen (you have been enjoying over at @tkwrtrilogy3).Beginning with the Awakening of the Elves at Lake Cuiviénen and through the lives of Orothôn (father of Oropher) and Oropher himself. This should be a nice year-end treat for everyone that loves elves and Middle-Earth.
I figured I would cheer myself up after such a tumultuous year. And nothing cheers me up more than sharing stuff! Just watch this space for ALL the links to download on December 26 (we’re going to attempt not to bring down WordPress again this year by having more than one place to grab a copy).
For further mystery, I’m not going to say which “version” of TSOT it is.
I heard if you have a Kindle, you can download PDFs (probably because that’s what you’re reading in the first place). Just putting that out there! Let’s end this year on a good note, please!
MERRY CHRISTMAS: ENJOY THE DAY! DECEMBER 26 IS 23 HOURSAWAY.
It is that time of the year–to celebrate the holidays. Go ahead. I’ll wait until December 26 when the Extended Version will be available for download. Watch this space–carefully. There will be a lot of information forthcoming. (Go watch LOTR in honor of December 25, 3019 T.A.)
Meanwhile, you can always catch up with the Original Version here or on WordPress. Until then, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good-night.
From 12am Friday to 12am Monday, you can download the original version of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil here. If you are a member of the TKWRT Facebook Group, it is here.
Don’t forget to follow the next volume of the trilogy going on right now @tkwrtrilogy3 (if you’re new to all of this).
I can’t say 2018 was a bad year. True, I lost my father in October but, aside from that, it was a very good year. Things have changed but not drastically–something expected after the death of a close family member. I have it on good authority that I must focus on doing this for myself or not at all. Those were my father’s last words of wisdom about Book II: The Saga of Thranduil; spoken two months before he died. He knew he was going to die. He knew I wrote my first book for him. He wanted this story to go on; to be shared with the world. Rather than wallow in sadness (like my family actually let me mourn–they were trying to kick me out of my house a day after he was buried), I will continue to write The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy until it is done.
Yes, after this release of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil (that will be available for one week), there will be no more until December 22, 2019. I would like to complete the extended version and make the final changes on this one. I also have two other volumes in this trilogy I would like to finish (on top of two standalone books). I am working with another writer on another series–for all I know, this thing will grow larger and perhaps other writers may come. One book opened up endless possibilities.
Anyway, this 3rd Anniversary Edition will have some changes:
No Appendix: It requires extensive work now that there are additions from Book I (and it grows). However, I look forward to making changes and completing all online versions of it.
The Table of Contents: It will be in the back of the book this time. As with the Appendix, it is a work in progress so it is possible the numbers will change before the final version.
I am fully aware that I may lose some followers due to the new Tumblr guidelines. I will hate to see you go–do what you have to do. I know that my heart will go on. ❤️ Besides, I’m also on WordPress if you wish to go there and read it. https://officialwptkwrt.wordpress.com
Now, for the moment everyone’s been waiting for (especially that high schooler that wanted to have something to read when they ran out of books):
Since there are more additions to both versions of Book II, at this juncture, I do not know when the extended version will be available in its next draft but I’m sure it will be in 2019*.
I don’ t know what 2019 will have in store for Thranduil and the Woodland Elves. It will feel strange to go into my first New Year without my father. But much like The Elvenking, I will survive.
NO: THAT ISN’T JUST A PRETTY PHOTO OF BARD; IT’S A NEW BOOK.
It has been a while–my father died on October 6 of this year so I was gathering myself together and of course getting myself into more trouble. I’m going to be tackling a lot of Middle-Earth History as you can see.
It is part of what has become the TKWR Trilogy Franchise (or so I’m told that’s what I am; go figure) because if you’ve been reading the actual TKWR Trilogy (Particularly Book II: The Saga of Thranduil), then you know on tiny line of the Bardings (descendants of Bard) are related by marriage to TheElvenking (via his wife Êlúriel)…yeah, it’s as complicated as it is straightforward.
Yeah, with over 3000 views in 3 months for the Official TKWR Trilogy on WordPress (https://officialwptkwrt.wordpress.com) I believe the best way to honor my father now is to keep going. The Flagship Book (dedicated to my father) has spawned a revolution (and I’ve added another writer) that will be the legacy I leave behind as I am the legacy my father left behind.
(Yeah: For those just tuning in, this book is done–except for the last chapter “Thranduil Everlasting” which is in the epilogue of “Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen”)
Yes, I am looking forward to this and all other things I will bring to the world for my father and always in honor of J.R.R. Tolkien.
One of those days I wish I drank…I’ll drink some V-8. Anyway, I had estimated 20 views (and I kept Khalessi from burning down Laketown) but I got well over 100. I think this is my early birthday present. It has to be: I share my birthday with Beyoncé and so I’m quite sure I’ll be ignored the whole day as always.
Evenbefore my father’s Alzheimer’s he would come to my house and say, “Did you know it was Beyoncé’s birthday?” And I would say, “Yes, Dad. It’s mine, too.” And he’d say, “Really?”
Anyway, it was a good day. Off to the next adventure: Chicago (maybe) to meet my alter ego (Lee Pace). I’m still nursing a bruise from Monday and I don’t want to be away from my father too long these days. We’ll see.
WHERE HAVE I BEEN: WORDPRESS and other places….ahem..
Let’s just say, it has been an unimaginable summer. I sign Lee Pace’s birthday card, the next thing I know he’s signing a PlayBill and I started a WordPress Blog for The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy around the time I learn that Lee Pace (and Tom Hiddleston) will be in my backyard–6 to 8 hours away at ACE ComicCon in Chicago.
There’s more, but if I told you, I’d have to kill you…(kidding..no, seriously).
Wait, what’s this?
Okay, so Book II: The Saga of Thranduil doesn’t actually end here–it ends in the EpilogueofBook III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen. Soon you’ll realize Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen will end in the EpilogueofBook III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen. No, The Song of Seven Rivers isn’t ending in the EpilogueofBook III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen (as far as I know).. In other words, no one knows how Book II: The Saga of Thranduil will end. All you know now is that THE LAST CHAPTER is called THRANDUIL EVERLASTING. And it is found where?
In the EPILOGUEofBook III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen. Very good. ☺️
Now, for the fun part: WORDPRESS.
OnAugust 18, 2018 (8.18.18),The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy will debut on WordPress. Yes, it will be the entire trilogy (unless something else happens this year and forces me to put it in real book form and sell it in a book store–and at this moment, I’m trying to figure out how to translate my book into Hungarian).
(I had a lot of requests for TKWRT to find a way to be translated into several different languages).
PLEASE NOTE: The Tumblr Blogs aren’t moving. The Book just has another blog to make it more accessible to more readers. It will be the last online platform for the book because, to be honest, it’s starting to outgrow the internet and is moving into website territory. When it comes to that…I have no idea what will happen but I’m sure a guy named Royd will have something to do with it.
I always release the PDF version of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil on Father’s Day–after all, it is dedicated to my father. There will be a Table of Contents in this version (second draft). This year, there is more to be thankful for.
Book II: The Saga of Thranduil was invited (as it were) to be submitted to professional readers in order to be seen by publishers and literary agents. This is a first for me; nothing I said to them scared them so they are well aware of all things that will come for any publisher or agent that chooses to represent The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy–including the fact that I recently began working on the “second” book of the trilogy. All they said to me was, “We look forward to your submission.”
Book II: The Saga of Thranduil might get to see actor Lee Pace (with the first news, this “secret” news probably won’t remain quiet forever). Fans of the book and Lee Pace have been wanting him to read it and an opening to do that became available. (I won’t say when, where or how just yet–stay tuned; that one’s complicated and more so with the first news).
It is the Summer of 2018–Mirkwood Rising, I call it. It seems to be coming true in more ways than one.
So there it is: the Father’s Day gift I never expected to be able to give to my father (that received an autographed copy of my book for him for his birthday). He wondered out loud when people in the literary world were going to see this book. This year I can say with 100% certainty they will. It is a dream come true for my first book and trilogy. No matter what happens, Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen will always be dedicated to my readers all over the world–whether they are reading the PDFs or maybe one day, holding the book in their hands. Because of you, I got the chance.
Not a great deal of changes–just Stepford Wives kinda changes. All my web presences much change for the betterment of mankind: or in order to prove I’m worthy of a little blue check thing in order to separate my work from others (mostly Tolkien) and so people stop thinking I’m a fan of my own work.
I’ve seen fan art of The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy; I’ve seen the really weird hashtag “tkwr fan fiction”, “the saga of thranduil movie” even. It’s creepy. I don’t have 10,000 followers, but I do have a number of NYT Best-Selling Authors and a handful of celebrities and bucket full of publishers over on Twitter (Models love Thranduil on Instagram–and he’s starting to pick up a lot of male readers) so it’s time to become “bona-fide” as it were.
I have to clean up my act, so to speak.
So, no more politics on my personal pages; deleting tons of unrelated things on my blogs (not the book blogs; relax), possibly deleting whole sites I don’t use anymore) changing descriptions, designs & layouts–the whole shebang. Even my name: going by Jaynaé Marie Miller (my birth name actually complete with the little accent).✅ It’s kinda like an audition for Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, as it were. I guess it would have happened eventually–I was thinking by the time I was sixty or dead–but oh, well.
This will take a while–but I’m hoping to be done by May 1 because that is the start of Legolas’ Birthday Month and in June another release is coming. There’s still the matter of other things (podcasts and websites for the actual book, but baby steps, first).
I won’t be commenting on things for a while–sorry about that. I have to unblock people (wow, I guess I’ll have to talk to my family again) and my professional résumé will be out there in the world for all to see (which does include poetry, plays and screenplays). As if getting bunch of elves to Doriath isn’t hard enough, I have to go ‘public’ with them all.
Not that I wasn’t public in the first place, it’s just that this is kinda like being famous or something. It’s pretty serious now: I mean, aside from the great reviews and actual book critics just waiting for a “real book” to rip me to shreds, I can’t even look for Elrond without running into myself on Google these days.
I even have fake celebrities–yeah, that’s not the real Richard, I follow the real one. But this account seems to mirror him; I haven’t looked in a while and I lost a few people–equaling about the number of fake celebrities following me. I don’t know if they thought I was a fake celebrity but if they did, I’m sorta flattered but I know at least one I talk to, so at least he knows who I am–our cats match (no, it isn’t Lee Pace–later–but the guy does know Richard Armitage, the realone).
So, I’m making a few changes to reflect the on-coming storm of “strange and unusual” that’s coming. Never thought I’d make it to the day I would have to become “verified”.
Just like Lee.
Welcome to the next chapter for the Elves of Mirkwood.
IT’S “OFFICIAL”: TKWR TRILOGY is OFFICIAL–EVERYWHERE.
Thranduil has made it halfway to the mountain top–sort of. He’s brought his people out of the dark and now gets to be “official”. Chances are, I’ll have to do everything over again to get the blue check, but I’ll be working on that beginning tomorrow, February 1, 2018–while posting in Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen.
Look for “OFFICIAL” because that would be me. IF you see it and aren’t sure, just look for TOLKIEN Elvish–the only Elvish I know and use. Also look for really complex storylines that seem incredibly insane; that could be me and/or Tolkien because that is the one thing we have in common–a knack for creating so much stuff, appendices have to be used to follow it all. The most obvious thing to look for are CREDITS*⬇️: I’ll always give credit where its due.
*If you edited anything without the permission of the original author, by law no one owns them but the original artist–I would know; I do have one of the best intellectual property lawyers in the country.⚖️
Ask Me Anything (within reason) about Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. Maybe something about The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy–like how the heck did this thing happen and why–who knows.
Once this is done, everything goes to Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen (while I finish editing the two drafts of both versionsofBook II: The Saga of Thranduil). When that one is done, there will be a release of Book I/Book II–same for Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen. Each book will be released individually before they are released together.
Until then (and maybe before, should something change), Namárië.
“Above the coursing breeze blowing across the waters came the rising of voices. I noticed Mîrwen had taken hold of my hand. It was the first time I had noticed how beautiful she was—the light of ten thousand stars shone in her eyes. I could not turn my gaze away—finding her beauty without equal among all others to me. She smiled at me.
“You are beautiful,” I said finally; my voice startling me when I first heard it. It was deep and resonating and I feared it wold frighten Mîrwen but she was not afraid.
“So are you,” she said softly—her voice to me was a melody I would forever be drawn.
We looked around as we stood among others as we—wandering in the paradise beneath the stars that cast their light as reflection and shadow upon the stillness of the lake by which we were born.
We were approached by one with long golden hair and grey eyes with a maiden at his side with dark golden hair longer still.
“I am Iarûr,” he said. “This is Nimríel.”
“There are many here before us,” I said. “Where do we settle?”
“Beyond here,” he began. “There lies a greater pace whispered among us yet none have dared wander.”
“There are many of us,” I said. They seem quite contented to remain here beside the waters.”
“Why not,” a voice asked. “I have found little reason to venture elsewhere. What do they call you? I am Êlengolas.”
“Iarûr,” he said to him.
“Where has Valdôr gone,” I asked.
“Not far,” he said. “His wonder has taken him among the hosts. There are many but by name we are not all the same.”
Nimríel seemed distant at those words and Mîrwen comforted her away from us as she instinctively knew something we did not.
“If there is a home beyond this place, let time tell us the way we should go,” I said. “For we were awakened her by the creator of the stars.”
We delighted in this and returned with our beloved wives to the shores where our kin had gathered. I lay beside Mîrwen gazing into starlight for a time without end. There was a peace I only knew that I would long for in the coming of days when the echoes of night would bring an evil that would extinguish the light of hope.”–TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by J.Marie Miller 6-23-2017
“Time begins as it will end—in a moment. There have been many moments that have come and gone since we awoke. There are many forests in this world, and many mountains rise above them beneath an endless night. We would never forget our birth, for it was then as one we came into light. But time would wear away that which was never meant to be put asunder and all that we once knew would fall into a darkness as great as shadows cast by mountains against the setting of the sun.”–Iarûr form the Chronicles of Orothôn (Book I: The History of Eryn Galen) by J.M.Miller 8-10-16
Hello, and welcome to the last (and the first) of The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy. This is the beginning of the history of Eryn Galen/Mirkwood/Eryn Lasgalen–before Thranduil or his father, Oropher were born. Going all the way back to Thranduil’s grandfather, Orothôn and his wife Aralúin and their sundering at Lake Cuiviénen, this story will take you to the birth of Thranduil and lead into what is now known as Book II: The Saga of Thranduil (found here: http://tkwrtrilogy.tumblr.com) and its follow-up, Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen (found here: http://tkwrtrilogy2.tumblr.com) which just began. I will not try to disturb the delicate balance of current readers, but I may periodically start posting this story while completing Book III as this book currently looks to be as long as Book II (don’t quote me on that, but I do have to do two lives in this one–Orothôn and his son Oropher).
We made our way through narrow corridors to rooms filled with armor, shields, spears, and bows that King Thingol had stockpiled over many years for the occasion of war. The only sounds were the clashing of metal blended with the murmurs of armor-bearers hard at work. When they were finished, we took our weapons and began our return to the surface—our armor dragging against stone walls with an eerie lullaby.
We assembled in the empty hall that before had held such promise. I thought of Oropher. I wanted to look for him but my new wardrobe made it difficult. My view remained on the empty throne. Before long, King Thingol and Elmo appeared dressed similarly to us.
“You will follow us into Ossiriand,” King Thingol said flatly; his expression stoic. “I have it on good authority that our enemy looks to start with the least protected to force out the most in the attempt to destroy us all. This is no ordinary adversary we fight. This is an evil from whence time began. Its desire to extinguish life is only matched by its desire to rule over it. It will fight to the death and so must we. The future of this world depends on it.”
King Thingol and Elmo stepped down from their thrones and became one of us. When I was able to turn my head, I could see Galathil to my left.
“We will follow Father,” he whispered. “Galadhon will accompany our uncle.”
“Where are our sons,” I asked.
“They are to remain behind,” he answered. “To protect the borders.”
I could feel relief fall upon me. It was like a cool breeze flowing through my suit. If I did not return, at least my son had a chance to live as he would remain protected by the Girdle of Melian with his mother.
As we followed the king and his brother out of Menegroth, the faces of our families looked on from behind. I dared not look for Mîrwen. I wished the last I saw her would be her smile as our son married his beloved.
With Menegroth growing smaller in the distance, the familiar path we marched brought back the time we first entered Doriath after years the wilderness. Still, beneath the girdle, things were at peace—the world beyond had yet to bear witness to the peace we had known. It was changed and we had not for we chose to live our lives in relative secrecy. The evil around us seemed like myth yet we were told of its reality. We hoped it was legend—something that had passed away never to return. Now we were about to fact this nemesis we knew very little about.
We continued our journey to the borders. When we came to it, we stopped.
“Once we cross this boundary,” King Thingol began. “Only the stars hold our fate in their hands.”
Not a sound was heard—not a breath was taken. I felt the earth move beneath my feet only to realize I was walking with other elves into another land. Unremarkable was the world I once left behind yet the air was different. There was a distant stench I was not familiar with. Further away, we heard a rumbling. I noticed we were marching in the direction of both. The closer we came, the greater the sound and the stronger the smell.
With little warning, we came upon creatures so hideous and malodorous, I nearly fainted. Armor-clad with features that could only be called scaly but oleaginous. Their numbers seemed infinite in the light of the stars.
“Fire,” I heard Elmo say. Arrows flew past my head and pierced the flesh of a few of these monsters. It only served to anger them more. They broke ranks and came at us with such fury, I barely had time to draw my sword. I felled one—then another and another and another. Their evil was palpable and their numbers never-ending. I felt I was fighting for every year of my life. Out of exhaustion or perhaps a wound, I fell down amid the corpses of elves.
“Orothôn,” I heard a voice say. I thought I was in a dream. “Orothôn, are you with us?”
I opened my eyes. I was lying on top of a dead elf. His eyes stared into mine in anguish. I quickly jumped up in horror. I looked to see Galathil standing beside me.
“Are you alright,” he asked.
“Yes, I am,” I answered. I looked around to see elves and dwarves lying motionless. The carnage seemed to go the length of the Ered Luin.
“Where is Galadhon,” I asked. “Where is Elmo? Where is King Thingol?”
“Calm down,” Galathil said. “They live. I am afraid I cannot say the same for Denethor.”
I looked around trying to find his face among many. There were so many faces—each one staring into the void of death. Suddenly I remembered my friends.
“Where is Valdôr,” I asked. “Was he not with us?”
“He is gone, Orothôn,” another voice said. It was Êlengolas. “He fell not long after Denethor.”
I could not help but cry. I was overcome with grief. My visions had come to bear the bitter fruit of death I longed feared. Êlengolas and Galathil helped me navigate through the bodies and off the field of battle. In my grief, I hardly noticed Ónarr speaking with King Thingol nearby. I had again realized his people were among the dead and my grief worsened. I longed to be with Mîrwen and Oropher. I wondered if there was any home left to return to. Just as I began to drown myself in my thoughts, an elf approached me.
“You must stay strong, Orothôn,” he said. “Or else you will perish from your grief.”
I looked up to see Iarûr.
“You are here,” I said.
“I am,” he answered. “Not all is lost. For even in darkness light must shine. Rest, my friend. For soon we will return home.”
I smiled weakly as I leaned against the trunk of a tree and felt myself drift into a deep rest. I opened my eyes to the sound of metal against metal. Startled, I looked up to see soldiers picking up weapons from the ground.
“Did I startle you,” a young elf asked me.
“Yes, but I am fine,” I answered. “Carry on.”
He nodded and went on his way. When I rose to my feet, I saw that the creatures seem to retreat the field.
“They are orcs,” Êlengolas said as he approached from behind. “That is what Iarûr calls them.
“Where are they going,” I asked.
“I do not know nor do I care,” he said angrily. “They killed many of us. They left many a widow to grieve to make orphans. I suspect we have not seen the last of them.”
“Are we to leave for Doriath,” I asked.
“Yes, he said. “We were about to depart. I was sent to tell you. How is your arm?”
“My arm,” I asked. I look to see my arm was wrapped tightly from my elbow to my shoulder. For the first time, I felt the pain. “I was wounded by an orc?”
Êlengolas looked at me confused as he shook his head.
“Come on,” he said.
We made our way toward King Thingol and Elmo eating along with Galathil and Galadhon. King Thingol nodded at me and we began our return to Doriath.–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 4-7-2019
