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Alone Together

Sleepover request

burning-quesadilla said: Can you do Fluff #3 for Glorestor? Also the sleepover idea sounds really fun, I love it & can't wait♥️ ((She/he/they) don’t compare to you. No one does.)

A/N: SOOOOOOO... Hi haha! I am back! I now have more free time to just get back into writing-- I forgot how fun it was to do this. @burning-quesadilla I am sososo sorry it took so long to do this 😭 but I hope you can forgive me and I hope you like it as well. This is technically my first only canon characters fic so... I really do hope I do them justice. But thank you so much for sending this request in! I had such a blast writing it!

Warnings: Death (but as a flashback/dream); sparring; falling; big booboo bruise on the forehead; fluff.

The evening darkness seeped into the glowing halls of Imladris. Although the hour grew late and everyone had retired to their respected quarters, Erestor’s mind continued to storm in the clear summer night. Tossing and turning in his bed, the poor elf could not relax.

“How can I rest knowing that a dark evil has arrived at our door?” He asked already knowing the answer.

His restlessness traveled from his mind to his palms, he needed to busy his idle hands, hoping that in doing so, his mind would calm. Silently, he stood and headed towards the training grounds. Now, normally, Erestor was not one to blow off steam through physical exercise, being a strong advocate of "brain over brawn", but even he knew how therapeutic it was to hit something with a sword- be it wooden or real.

Arriving on the premises, his slender fingers gripped a training sword. It had been a while since he'd gripped anything bigger than a pen, but it was not a strange sensation-- although a scholar, he made sure his body and movements were as sharp as his mind. Facing the wooden post, Erestor practiced his movements, swift and precise.

Lunge. His foot extended forward, bringing him towards his target.

"What is the next move?"

Sidestep. Quickly turning on his heel, he spun and landed a side strike-- chipping the wood.

"How can we defeat this growing malice in the east?"

Deflect. Imagining an enemy, Erestor held his sword up in hopes of stopping an imaginary attack- strangely enough reeling in the process.

"The halflings cannot take this evil alone."

Advance. Focusing once again, the lithe elf ran towards the post, preparing to land the final blow.

"What help can I provide?"

As he was about to land the finishing blow, his ankle caught on a mound of dirt he did not realize he’d formed with his movements. Instead of finishing through, his body toppled over and his face ate dirt-- literally. After a few moments-- thanking Eru that no one was alive to see that--Erestor turned over and laid on his back, in pain and frustration… and maybe a twinge of embarrassment. His chest heaved with difficulty from his exercise, but also with exasperation.

“What help can I provide?”

Still deep in thought, he failed to register the sound of another person moving through the ground to lay next to him. When the other elf laid down next to him, staring at the sky, Erestor jumped.

“Glorfindel?”

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A horrendous screech echoed through the stone cliffs, wracking the very bones of the elf warrior as he stood, steadfast, against his foe. The balrog of Melkor was no small enemy-- literally. Standing heads above Glorfindel, the creature surged forward with heavy but strong steps, driven with the determination to obliterate him. Under normal circumstances, anyone- with a sound mind- would turn tail and run for their lives. Not Glorfindel, not the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower. The mighty elf swung his sword with precision, slicing the thick horn of the balrog. A pained roar blasted the elf back to the edge of the cliff. Looking back to his followers, Glorfindel could see his kin terrified of the events.

“GO! I WILL HOLD IT OFF! KEEP OUR KIN SAFE!” He yelled, his command piercing the howling of the beast and the wind. Turning back to his enemy, he saw the rabid look in its eyes, angered by its wounds. Invigorated by rage, the balrog lunged at him once again, hands outstretched, teeth in a snarl. It was as if evil embodied had come down to smite the golden elf. However, Glorfindel was not one to be tested so easily; quick as a flash, the ellon sheathed his sword deep in the chest of his enemy. It happened so fast that even the balrog itself had no idea what had occurred, rather its body reacted on its own. Black spots danced in its vision as it began to fall over the cliff, into the jagged peaks below. Glorfindel was the victor. A sigh of relief escapes his lips as he looks to the sky sending a silent prayer to his maker.

“Thank Eru.” He closes his eyes and revels in a moment of respite as he feels the wind whip around him and through his golden hair, making it dance wildly in the air.

“Finally, I need to help-” Suddenly the world goes black as a sharp and heavy tug pulls his head abruptly in an inhuman angle towards the abyss after his enemy.

SNAP

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Glorfindel jolts awake in a pool of sweat. His chest is heaving as he gulps down air. His throat is stinging as he touches it, making him assume that he was screaming. Luckily, his rooms are in their own separate side of Rivendell away from the other citizens.

A dream… No. A memory. Trying his best to steady his breathing, Glorfindel runs through the events of the past few days to anchor him to his present, reminding him that he is not in the First Age, that Balrogs are no longer in this era.

Strange… I’ve not had that dream in such a long time. The air turns cold as he feels like he is being watched. Suddenly he remembers his escapade of saving Frodo from the Nazgul.

The Ring. A restlessness--no, an uneasiness-- falls on his entire being.

“I need to do something,” Glorfindel says out loud. Jumping up, he dresses in training clothes and heads to the training grounds.

A good spar will do me some good.

As he nears the grounds, he hears grunts, pants, and growls. Confused as to who would be here, his first assumption would be Legolas or Estel.

Good, I’d prefer a real sparring partner to a wooden doll.

As he rounds the corner, his eyes widen at the sight of Erestor, the librarian, destroying the wooden doll with such precision and speed that even he was almost impressed. Almost. He noted the fluid movement and purposeful strikes, but he pointed out the lack of determination-- he was distracted.

If he does not pay attention, he’ll- As though reading his thoughts, his dear companion decided that the ground would be his next victim as he fell, face first, into the dirt. The sight of the fallen elleth was enough to lift his spirits up, but he knew he needed to make sure that he was alright. However, Glorfindel is not a cruel man, so instead of letting loose a string of guffaws, he stealthily, walked to Erestor’s panting form on the dirt. As he laid down next to him, a sigh of relief escaped him.

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“Hello, Erestor. Fine night to lay under the stars.” The golden eldar said calmly. His very presence made his companion even more flustered from fear of having been seen in his tumble.

“What are you doing here?” Glorfindel chuckled as he folded his arms behind his head and sighed contentedly.

“I was taking a stroll, and heard a noise coming from the training grounds. At first I assumed it to be the prince of Mirkwood, but imagine my surprise when I see the counselor of Rivendell flailing a stick around like an elfling trying to wave off an imaginary orc in the night.” His baritone chuckle reverberated through the cool breeze, sending a shiver down the brunette elf’s spine-- not sure if it was because of the chill or his voice. Blushing furiously, he asked,

“Why are you lying on the ground?”

“You face planted. So I am lying next to you just in case someone were to pass by, they’d think we were just resting from a night of sparring.” His answer caused Erestor to choke on his breath.

He saw! An embarrassed moan is pulled from his mouth while Glorfindel smirks.

“Don’t worry, I understand. What weighs your heart that it distracted your training? He asked without looking at him. Erestor is silent for a bit

“I am weighed down by the worries that the halflings bring, Glorfindel. I need to propose a plan of attack and defense. I need-” Erestor’s rant is cut off with his companion’s hand on his mouth.

“You need to rest. Your mind has done more work than your body-- and it is showing with that huge bruise on your forehead.” Self consciously, Erestor covers his bruise.

Cute.

“And there is no use being worried and burdened at the same time, then your punishment is prolonged and double-- believe me. I know.” The tone in his voice held a twinge of sadness that Erestor did not miss.

“Why are you here Glorfindel?” He whispers. When did they move closer?

Silence again. Closing his eyes, the golden elf sighs and confesses his dream.

“Oh Glorfindel… We need to go to the healers, they can maybe give you something for sleep.”

“No, I just… just stay here with me. Your company is remedy enough.” Glorfindel says softly, almost vulnerably. His request pulls at Erestor’s heart and mind.

“I am no healer, Glorfindel. I cannot heal you.” Erestor says, turning to him and propping his head on his arm to better look at him.

“I don’t believe so, our healers are great- do not misunderstand. But to me, they don’t compare to you. No one does.”

Still not looking at him, Glorfindel closes his eyes and just basks in Erestor’s presence with a small smile. A comfortable silence passes, so long, in fact, that the morning birds are beginning to wake. Noting the peace that falls upon Glorfindel’s face, it dawns on him that he should have given him some time to spar.

“I should leave you alone.” Erestor says reluctantly, pulling away. Before he could get far enough, Glorfindel’s hand gently pulled him back.

“I think you could use some alone time as well. So why not let us be alone together, melethen.”

Erestor smiles and nods. Laying back down, the two elven lords lay on the ground, under the dawning sky as the city around them slumbers. Erestor’s mind calmed and his heart felt lighter. A chuckle escaped his lips.

“You know… We should be alone together more often.”

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Ash Pt 2

Sunrise again came with a grumble from you at the curious tap of another tiny bird on the other side of the window used to seeing the empty room that flew off in their proud game at another successful wake of the stowaway. Onto your back you rolled and started to get up only to see a body there in a chair a few feet from you. Off the bench you grabbed your bag and before you could blink the fog from your eyes the bag had collided with the face of the Lord Glorfindel, who at the shock of having not expected that simply clasped his hand over the bag he’d been too slow to block. Your gasp let him know you now had a clue on who had been sent to greet you and in the move of the bag his eyes fell on your wide eyes tear stained face with hands clasped over your mouth.

The sudden droplet from his nose however had those hands move to collect said bag that you dug into for a cloth handkerchief that you pressed to the underside of his nose. “That was your face, I am so sorry. I don’t wake up with company.” Tentatively his hand rose and in the security of the cloth a skin tingle worthy brush of fingertips along the lower half of two of your fingers that had his lips part. Though the shock of that was nothing to the cradle of his chin and lean in from you for a moment that had his heart skip for what he couldn’t help but imagine. Though the kiss he expected didn’t come as his head was guided back and to the side then down again, “Your nose doesn’t look broken. I am so sorry,” timid in the center of the ridge of his nose your fingertip tapped in three spots. “I feel so bad I don’t even know your name and I hit you in the face for no reason you were just sitting there,” that had you pause and tilt your head a moment in his dry swallow from nerves he couldn’t explain. “Were you waiting for me to wake up?”

Your head straightened again and he answered, “Yes, King Thranduil requested that I inform you he wishes to escort you to Dale today.” That had your fingers retract from his chin to curl against your chest granting him full view of the rings on your finger. “My name is Lord Glorfindel of the once great kingdom of Gondolin.”

“Am I in trouble?” You blurted out and he had to hold back his smirk behind the cloth.

“Not at all. It would appear you have not been properly welcomed by King Thranduil as most new arrivals usually are. That is all.”

“Oh, a Lord, of all the people, might as well go and punch the Prince for good measure at this rate I’m going with the Nobles here,” you said and to the cold droplet that fell down from your chin you wiped your face with a second handkerchief from your bag, “I must look a state.”

“Not at all. And no fault is taken I startled you,” he said lowering the cloth, “See, stopped already. And further you would not have hit Prince Legolas his reflexes are faster than mine after his guard rounds.” At the unfolding of the cloth his eyes focused on his name embroidered on the handkerchief and he asked, “This has my name on it?”

“Enchanted bag, it does that. If I gave you socks from it they would have your crest on them.”

“Ah, thank you. I shall treasure it, are you prepared for the Public Breakfast?”

“Sure,” you said fumbling up to your feet to shoulder your bag and walk with him after his pivot on his heels to guide you the whole way to the line where he waited for you and went to sit beside you at the table you had chosen. Even if he had wanted to talk the others around you simply burst with their stories they had readied the day prior and were glad to see you grin to yourself and even hints of your full smile in the giggles a few stirred from you brightening the usual expression seen on you considerably and the mood of the hall in doing so.

True to his word however the Lord kept at your side. Up till beside the final wagon King Thranduil was waiting next to in a deep silver velvet robe that touched the path his feet shifted on to face you fully upon sight of Lord Glorfindel, with hands adjusting the folds on the burnt orange wrap draped around his back and the bends of his arms. Right up to his side you went feeling his eyes drop over your embroidered black vest with mint vines that bled into another fold away skirt in mint with black vines and leaves, not too contrary to your pale yellow tunic that had black stitched accents in the ends of your sleeves and the collar.

“Colors like that were you to lay in a pumpkin patch everybody would be fighting to pick you as the most magnificent and tastiest pumpkin of them all, and I am not overly fond of pumpkins so that is saying something.” That was the first thing out of your mouth post curtsy and in the lift of your hand to smooth over your forehead your eyes dropped in a glance at the ground then up again to the sound of his voice velvety as ever while he kept his cool demeanor to not show his amusement with the image of your words that played out in his and the now smirking Lord Glorfindel’s minds.

“Thank you, that is truly kind of you to state my Seamstress will be honored for the compliment of her work. If I may, might I inquire your proper name? I have received several differing accounts on the matter.”

Your hand lowered to rest on the top button of your vest just under your bust, “Jaqiearae Pluto Pear.”

“No title?” He asked in a hint of a verbal nudge sensing that by your dress and jewels alone there was at least some title or wealth involved.

“Not anymore.”

Softly he sighed and glanced to the wagon that was ready to go and he offered his hand you looked to then to the wagon and you said, “Wagon, right.” Onto his hand yours settled in a means of an anchor without any sort of weight in the dip of your other hand to split your skirt to climb the pop down steps with both hands retracting once you were on the wagon and took up and empty spot on the end. Across from where he settled when he had climbed on behind you. To this amusing scene Glorfindel settled the steps in the wagon and helped to close the back door and gave it a pat for the horse to start off that had your eyes shift from the Lord who turned on his way back into the Palace to the start of the path to Dale.

“Your ring has been split,” to him your eyes darted then on your lap your right hand moved to smooth two fingers around the rings and down you looked at his addition of, “Once we have returned today our Smiths would be glad to mend it for you.”

Up again you looked and said, “It’s not broken. This is my betrothal ring and the wedding band. They are meant to be separate.”

The words registered in his mind and he asked, “You are married? Was your husband swept away as well?”

“I was, and most likely with the rest of the island from those waves.” His lips parted and you said, “For now it’s merely beautiful and when I run out of job offers someone would be likely to pay something for it towards my purse to keep me fed.”

“Well,” he said shifting a bit forward on his bench uncertain of which of his hundreds of questions to ask, “What is your husband’s name so I may send that off in case others have been able to rescue him as well.” Right at him with your lips parted you paused and closed your mouth in a stunned moment of realization. “I assure you that there are no kingdoms amongst our allies who would cause him harm should they find him.”

“I don’t remember his name,” you said that narrowed his eyes in confusion. “I can’t remember the last time I heard it either.” You said with eyes drifting off over the back of the wagon.

Again he moved forward now to the edge of his seat with a tentative pat of his fingertips on the end of your crossed knee on his extended hand to get your focus again, “Lady Jaqiearae.” When your eyes landed on him he asked, “Are you experiencing trouble with your memory from a blow to the head during the flood?”

“No,” you sighed and said, “You don’t understand.”

“Explain it to me, I am trying to understand and help you find your husband.”

“Someone cut off his head, even if you found him I highly doubt even if he was found it could do anything to help me now. And if he was able to somehow heal himself he would have no reason to find me aside from locking me away again.”

That had him inhale and his body tense along with his jaw in the retraction of his arm to his knee to clench his fingers around his wrap, “He kept you prisoner?” You nodded and he said to the clear truthful lingering hint of fear in your eyes, “No one is taking you anywhere I can assure you that. Did you find any clue as to who killed him to free you?”

“I don’t think anyone was trying to free me. Everything was on fire, and he was dead when I was freed and, there was just, this wave. And something hit me, on the head, and I’ve never even heard of Dale before but they pulled me out of the water there. And I’ve certainly never heard of Greenwood either, or any of the people who have been named for me while I have been here.”

“Perhaps this should have been handled a good deal better, for your new beginning especially. Normally when new comers are brought to my lands they are fed, bathed and given place in our Refuge Houses where they may stay until they are certain if they would wish to remain here and become a citizen or if they should wish to be taken to another Elven Kingdom, such as Rivendell or Lothlorien.” Both he paused for as if you might recognize those names then continued, “Then should you choose to remain one of our guest quarters could be chosen as your main dwelling, usually chosen near to a friend you have made amongst your stay. Upon our return, once you are fed of course, a tour of a few will be given to you to aid in the choice.”

“How much-,”

“No charge. For each employer a record is taken of each task and a portion of the funds to be pay is kept and noted down for a yearly tax of sorts to go towards housing. And as for our Healers none of their attentions are bound to charges at all. The crown foots any shipment charges for supplies or materials for their ingredients to several rare remedies. And our people grow our food and aid in the raising of our cattle and capture of our fish so those who wish to dine in our public halls are free to do so thrice daily with ample teas welcome to all from the kitchens at any hour. You have my word, no one is going to take you away or try to lock you away again. You are free now, and free to choose where you go.” From there he began to share more on the two kingdoms he had named for you including their ruling families he shared would be attending an upcoming ball that you among every other citizen and guest were welcome to attend.

All the way to Dale you tried your best to absorb all he had shared until he climbed out and helped you down to the ground, his hands folded over his middle in the retraction of your hand to join you to the same shop you had promised to return to. “So, Your Majesty, what are you going to do in Dale today?”

“I am quite curious as to how you have been earning funds. I may just aid in your deliveries.”

“Ah,” you said luring his eyes to you in a quick glance to see if you might be pleased or bothered at the offer to remain near to you for the day.

Broakbem’s shop came into view and outside next to his frog statue you saw the man himself with a basket in hand and a grin that eased across his face, “There you are, Mistress Pear!” His head bowed to Thranduil who made his eyes flinch wider in realization for who it was beside you, “King Thranduil,” to you again he spoke, “We have an order from King Thror and he asked for you specifically to deliver this.”

Thranduil said with a pleased glint in his eyes when you glanced up at him curious as to who and where King Thror might be, “Marvelous, I shall escort you. I am overdue to visit Erebor this month.”

You nodded and gave the Dwarf a grin accepting the basket you cradled to your chest to keep from bumping anyone else and joined Thranduil in a turn to head back towards the gates. Once out of earshot you asked, “Who is Thror?”

Again he caught your gaze in a sideways glance and replied, “King of the Dwarves of Erebor and keeper of the Arkenstone, which joins the seven first born clans of Dwarves who rule various Dwarf Kingdoms all throughout Middle Earth.”

“Dwarves?” you asked a bit softer that ticked up the corner of his mouth.

“The shorter peoples around us, mainly with facial hair and stockier builds usually mid four foot to low five foot range. Not to be mistaken for Hobbits, who never wear shoes as they have overly large feet coated in thick hair who are roughly always shorter than five feet tall. Whereas Elves, with ears such as ours, may be anywhere from the six foot to seven foot range or taller. Mortals, or Men are like the Hobbits and Dwarves mortal, and may reach anywhere from Dwarf to low Elf height range, though those who are half Elven, named Dunedin, can be taller and on occasion granted immortality.”

“How long do they all live?”

In a soft exhale he answered coolly, “Hobbits roughly under a century, Men are similar, though Dunedin can reach a second century on occasion and Dwarves may live to a few thousand years if they are not cut down in battle.”

“So, do Hobbits have Kings?”

“No, they have Thains, Mayors of sorts who simply settle disruptions to the peace. Men, however, Rohan, Gondor and the Easterlings all have their own leaders, while those near Bree have Rangers who mind the peace under rule of the King of Gondor. Who perished not very many years ago, however his Steward remains in charge until his son is old enough to take up his crown.”

“Are they going to be at the celebration you mentioned?”

“No, Elven Kingdoms only for this one. We will break you in to an understanding of these lands before the mortals would travel to my lands.”

“And you know all of them, well?”

“Not every Hobbit, we have a Hobbiton near to my Northern Palace whose Thain tolerates my invitations to trade, Lord Celeborn has one near his kingdom where his mother in law hailed from, their people are quite entangled with the little ones from his half Hobbit wife. However others such as those in the far West like the Shire tend to prefer complete seclusion unless a Dwarf from Ered Luin is called upon for their building and forging skills.”

“The Thain tolerates you?” you asked with a smirk that had him give a hushed chuckle himself. “I cannot imagine what you might have done to bother him.”

“I cut it rather close to their annual tulip festival last year. However I made up for it by sending some of our finest wines and several of our tales of the stars their younglings adore.” He paused a moment then asked, “Do you have children?”

Again you looked up at him catching the glint of fear in his eyes you might have lost a child in that imprisonment or the flood, “It is not possible for me to have had children.”

His eyes remained on you in a tilt of his head in a confusing wave of calm, “At all?”

“I was offered wine upon my arrival and I awoke locked away. I was alone until I arrived here.”

“I am truly pained by your struggles. Should there be a notion of what I might do to aid in any troubles you face in settling in your freedom inform me.”

“Thank you.” Back at the gates Thranduil gave the message to the same wagon that brought you here that he helped you up into again after accepting hold of the basket he then passed back for his own climb inside.

Outside the gates that you had frozen peering up at the statues on either side Thranduil climbed down and took hold of the basket off your lap that lured your eyes back to him. Down you climbed to take the basket back and at his side you walked calmly to a few feet from the bridge over the rushing river that had you step into Thranduil’s side at a flashback of being trapped beneath the water again. Behind your back his arm eased with a rest of his hand behind your shoulder to guide you a bit closer to his side to comfort you from the understandable fear of the river.

The guards upon seeing you and the King opened the gate and allowed you through to find a Dwarf their waiting there to be your guide. Hushedly the King shared about portraits and statues all the way back to the sitting room where you eyed the couches full of Dwarves across from an empty couch. On the edge of the rug you curtseyed and gave the group a flinch of a grin to King Thranduil’s head nod, “King Thror I had intended to remain in Dale today and assist Lady Jaqiearae on her deliveries. As she is unfamiliar with these lands I volunteered to join her on this one as well.”

Thror smirked and gestured his hand for one of the younger Dwarves to accept the basket in your arms you nodded in return to theirs then watched them carry it to a table alongside the wall to Thror stating, “Perfectly understandable, King Thranduil. In fact the main reason for inviting the young Lady was to learn more from our newest arrival as to where we might be searching for other survivors. Please, do sit.” You nodded and moved around the couch that you lowered to sit in Thranduil’s subtle nod that you could sit first for him to settle down after once he had accepted the painted pebble that the little bashful blonde boy possibly no more than two by his size had brought him. Beside you Thranduil settled with careful motions to arrange his robe and wrap to not fall onto your skirt or arm his arm and hands were careful to avoid contact with.

Up at you the boy peered with a bashful grin then darted back to his mother to Thror stating, “Perhaps first, allow me to introduce my family. My wife Queen Niro, our son Crown Prince Thrain and his wife Princess Diaa. Their children are, Princes Thorin, Frerin and Princess Dis and her husband Prince Consort Vili, the little one is their son Fili while my granddaughter is carrying her second child.”

“Congratulations.” You said.

And Dis smiled replying, “Thank you.”

Thror asked, “Might we ask where you hail from?”

“Well I was born in Nunieffe.” Parting their lips, “I told King Thranduil earlier that I’d never heard of Dale or Greenwood or any other land or person I’ve been told of since surfacing in Dale.” Now to a soft inhale you could feel Thranduil’s eyes on you again.

Niro, “Do you have family?”

“I was an only child, however when I was fifteen my father sold me to the King of Ruun.”

Thranduil, still with eyes on you listened as Thror asked, “As a servant?”

“To be his wife.”

Mouths dropped open and Thranduil asked, “Your father sold you? How could he?”

“My father was a tradesman, and he wanted a son. A King from the richest most powerful kingdom in the land came after sight of me on his visit with an offer of 8,000 pieces of silver for my hand in marriage.”

Diaa, “He must have loved you greatly to have paid such a dowry.”

Thranduil sighed and you said, “No, that was our first meeting and he managed to convince my father it would be best to take me right away so I might grow to be Queen and learn over time how to understand and rule over Ruun at his side.”

Thror asked with narrowed eyes, “Did he at least try to form a bond with you?”

You shook your head and answered, “There was a supper prepared for me upon my arrival, where he showed me this collection of glass orbs with scenes inside. One was a castle with a glass lake surrounded by fake grass and flowers, another had some trees and animals, another with a boat and two figures fishing. The rest had winter scenes over mountains, cabins or valleys with odd structures. He told me to choose from the collection my favorite, that I was to treat it as the most important decision of my life. So I chose the one with the castle. I remember he offered me some wine and in my first sip everything went dark and when I woke up he had trapped me inside the orb I had chosen.”

Thranduil closed his eyes a moment to remain silent in his bubbling rage as Thror asked, “Do you know why he trapped you?”

“No, first I assumed it might be a test, or tradition from Ruun. But randomly he would fold his hand over the orb and that would cast everything to darkness, and then he would shake it or toss it from hand to hand. And inside it was far from safe, I would be thrown from wall to wall and I couldn’t stop myself. He wouldn’t stop until I would start to beg him to. Only,” you said to a tear that dropped down your cheek, that had Thranduil move his hand from his lap to gently lay on your lower arm for comfort. “One day I didn’t beg anymore and the game got less fun I suppose. I don’t know what I did, or why he locked me away other than I overheard from outside that each birthday of mine was a countdown to something big. I hoped it may be an age that might be considered adulthood and then I could be free to be seen by the public, but they never said why I was locked away or what he got out of it.”

Niro asked in a frail tone, “How did you escape?”

“I didn’t. Someone picked up the orb and must have dropped it because when it broke I was on the ground on top of it, the glass sliced all up my left side. And everything was on fire, I couldn’t breathe, barely from the smoke. I turned my head and my husband’s body was there with his head a few feet away from it. That scared me so I scrambled to the wall and ran into to a bookcase. And I was going to try to use one of the shelves to force myself up when I looked out the window and, this massive wave was coming.” Your head shook to the drop of another tear. “When the water got in the room something hit me on the head and next thing I knew I was in the river.”

From the third tear that made you notice you were crying in a subtle reach into the pocket of your vest a handkerchief was brought out to dry your face only for Thranduil to ask, “How long did he keep you in that prison?”

Your eyes met his and you said, “Well I just turned twelve hundred and six. That day.”

Breaking off the math you were doing Thror spoke again, “You are truly brave Queen Jaqiearae.”

That had you look at him, “I’m not a Queen, even if you could call me that the kingdom and people I was meant to be ruling are now at the bottom of the sea.”

Niro, “A Queen in exile is a Queen all the same. You shall be treated to your true rank.”

Thranduil spoke again, “So shall my people.” You locked eyes on him again at your side with a kind but firm gaze to assure you he spoke the truth, “You shall be treated to your true rank and given every comfort you were denied for over a thousand years.”

“But you’re King.”

“True,” he said with a nod, “This will not be the first time an exiled Noble has been sent to my lands by Eru. My people have grown fond of you amongst us, you will not lack for friendship soon enough. When we return I will make certain of the spread of the news. You may work all you wish and continue as you have. I repeat again, you are free now, free to choose your path however you wish.”

You nodded and turned your head for the offer of tea for the beginning of a sharing of what else might be intriguing about your former world until the tea had ended and Thranduil guided you up and out at the subtle hint that they had a schedule to return to. Silently you walked with him nearly to the front gates again when you said, “No one is going to believe I was a Queen who was locked up for over a thousand years in a kingdom that was taken by the sea.”

To himself Thranduil chortled and drew your eye at the odd reaction only to have his eyes on you in saying, “Perhaps I should share the names of the islands of our beloved Valinor that were also taken back by the sea, among others here in Middle Earth.” The list grew, oddly a comfort to you, and ended with him saying, “Then there is Doriath. Besieged by the Feanoreans twice. Where I am from, also taken by the sea from what we have heard. It was a long hard path here since the fall of our monarch the second time.”

“How did you keep your people’s spirits up after that tragedy happening twice?”

“Oh I did nothing. My family ran a shop in the markets, once we reached Lindon it was over crowded so we continued our march away from the sea to what would be the Greater Greenwood. Others chose to follow my parents and myself until we met the Silvans here in these woods who took up my parents as their own monarchs. My father fell to war and my mother sailed to Valinor not long ago wishing to find him in the Halls of Mandos. I wished to thank you,” he said with a subtle ease of his hand onto your back welcoming the step into his side to the rail less bridge you had to cross again. “My mother’s horse it has been over a year since we have seen her so content. You got her to run and leap again, truly we had feared losing her to her broken heart. Thank you.”

“Well, I always loved to stare at the horses when I was a child that weren’t far from the shop as they would pass by. I tend to have a special weakness for freckled ones. She shouldn’t miss the sun when lost in the shadows.” The comment had his hand lingering on your back a moment more in a glance of reflection to take in the sunken expression on your face in its draw back to put on a flinch of a smile for a mask to those around you once again. Back to Dale you were driven and true to his word the King remained fixed at your side all day. And while you went inside to hand off the deliveries he took it upon himself to mentally share with each passing Elf you crossed your newly revealed rank. That somehow explained so much to those who had spoken to you so far or at least been near to you at some point that caught hints of a heart breaking past you had been withholding.

“And this will be yours. Well up to your true rank.” Thranduil said upon leading you into the front room of a spacious apartment.

With lips parted your head turned to peer up at the King, “You can’t be serious, this is, how many rooms is this?”

“I am serious,” he replied to your spin in a half circle to count the doorways and hallways. “Twelve rooms,”

“Twelve?! What am I supposed to do with twelve rooms?” You asked with eyes fixed on him again that drew a soft chuckle from the King.

“A great deal, anything you wish.”

“Twelve rooms,” you whispered in another turn and deeper in he led you from the sitting room, study, parlor, kitchen, dining room, bedrooms and baths including a spacious closet that you eyed the various shelves, hanging bars and cubbies you could fill with all your things. The bedroom already had a spacious bed and night tables with various tables about for candle holders and one for a potted plant requiring only few hours of firelight fitting for this windowless apartment with only tunnels in the ceiling mirrored to reflect sunlight from far above in the larger rooms. The sitting room was furnished with the others currently empty.

“This apartment is in the middle of being refurbished, a majority of the furniture was to be traded out for fresher adornments and very fortunate as now you may head the decorations yourself. To match whatever you have managed to tuck away, Lord Glorfindel has shared about your enchanted bag, perhaps you have furniture of your own some of our workers may assist in shifting about to your liking. Even some who would be glad to add your housekeeping to their daily chores. Even a spare undercook who has been aching to have their own kitchen to prepare your meals for you.”

“I can cook, or I’m sure I could learn, to cook for myself, and I can clean.”

With a soft grin he replied, “Then perhaps an undercook who may aid in your cooking lessons until you tire of the help. I shall inform the kitchens. There are a great many eager cooks to be chosen for private residences, so many in fact we rotate a number for my own apartment and meals and those of my son’s.”

“Perhaps, and this won’t cost extra?”

“Not at all.” His eyes looked you over in your curious inspection of another towel closet with spare sheets and pillows that you closed again. “Please do not mind any costs, what you bring in spare tasks and attention is returned by spare chances for those who wish to master those fields they have chosen. If you wish I shall let you test your new bath and speak to the kitchens to compile a list of applicants for you. Our Public Meals are always welcome to you still whenever you wish.” Your lips parted and he said, “A simple nod of heads will suffice in our meetings and partings, Queens lower for no one, with the exception of children on occasion of course. Not in these lands. The bath here is spring fed, similar to those in our public baths for you. You do accept this apartment? If not there are always more to inspect.”

“Yes,” You managed to reply softly easing his concern this might not be to your tastes.

Your head nodded in return for his and smoothly he turned in a stroll for the door to leave you in the apartment alone to fully soak in that it was yours. Into front the doors a sigil of your name would be engraved for any in passing to know to whom it belongs. Good to his word he went to the kitchens where they were already buzzing with the news from all their King had uncovered and shared to those from Dale’s rounds that day.

To their shock a new Queen was among them, one in a great need of healing and protection most commonly understood to be in a great need of trust after all that had been endured. His entrance to the kitchens did not go unnoticed and every body turned to greet their King who stated, “Queen Jaqiearae has agreed to accept the Swan Apartments in the Royal Wing. She has expressed a wish to learn to cook for herself, however until then perhaps an undercook may apply for her daily meals and possibly upon later dates agreed upon lessons. I shall allow you to assemble candidates of those willing to apply and approach Her Highness when you please.”

The eager kitchen staff nodded and in his departure began to buzz again at the exciting news and a dozen of those willing, half for meals and half for the private lessons had begun to speak on when to approach the new Queen for their own try outs for the new job. Though with that came up other jobs yet to be mentioned of a personal ladies maid to care for your apartment and to entrust your clothing was properly tended to as the few pieces they had seen were of fine quality unlike what they had come across in these lands before.

From a bath to the Public Dining Hall you went and slipped into the line with plenty of head nods only to cement the feeling that you were only going to be permanently apart from everyone else here now that you have a title to enforce that. Useless though it may be it seemed to matter something here to these people, including the six who had said they would be up to trying out as your own personal cook and the six who would be willing to offer cooking lessons when you were willing from basic meats, veggies to baking, jams and fruit trays if you wanted.

Pt 3

All –

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X Thranduil - @evyiione, @sweetlytenacious25, @tigereyesf, @pastelhexmaniac, @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore

x Ash - @fandomsstolemylife00, @lilith15000, @devilishminx328

#Thranduil #Glorfindel #Thror #The Durins #Fallen to Middle Earth #Found in the Library #Escorted by the King #Voicing the Past #Old Titles #Hobbit #lotr

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theelfmaiden · 3 years

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11. What is your least favorite pairing?

14. Do you think that Tolkien would have like Peter Jackson’s movies?

16. Rivendell or Lothlorien?

19. What scene always makes you laugh?

27. Have you ever had a LOTR marathon?

33. Which scene scares you the most?

I hope I didn't ask too many questions?

Psst, hey... it's completely okay, I love answering questions!

Wait a sec...!

Ah...

... aaasdfghjklyxcvbnm...

... anon, please, don't die...

... *theelfmaiden.exe stopped working*... uhhhhh.

I really should be careful what I wish for...

... nevermind, I'm ready, let's go, there's a quest upon me and I have to save the anon from dying!

@a-dragon-under-the-stars asks:

11. What is your least favorite pairing? - this one got me thinking a bit. In tLotR, there's no particular pairing I dislike. I'm not really a fan of Kíliel (Tauriel x Kíli) in tH, to be honest. Mainly because I don't like Tauriel much and the fact that they barely knew each other - hey, what they had, and I don't mean Kíli dying right now (spoiler alert) or whatever, may happen irl, but it just seems unrealistic... or I'm just old-fashioned.

14. Do you think that Tolkien would have liked Peter Jackson's movies? - he'd have had separate opinions on each trilogy. I always joke that every time we play the Hobbit, it makes him turn in the grave and then rise from it, when you reach the Battle of the Five Armies. He'd have disagreed with a few things, like "From a children's fairytale to an "epic" for teenagers and adults? Get thee gone, Jackson!" In case of tLotR, I imagine he'd have questioned the lack of Barrow-downs and Tom Bombadil and other iconic or otherwise important scenes. Also, as every author, he'd have been looking out for the message being delivered the right way or if it's even being delivered, if you know what I mean, but in both cases, I believe, he'd have been intrigued by the films' concepts for characters, costumes, effects; music, too, I hope he'd have liked the soundtrack. He'd have liked tLotR more, I think, not the Hobbit CGI soup (not only for this reason he'd have been pleased with tLotR more), also, he'd have been glad that neither of those films had been shot with the Beatles as main cast.

16. Rivendell or Lothlórien? - living in Rivendell, because the place's much cosier than Lothlórien, let's be honest. I keep the other realm as a favorite tourist destination, though.

19. What scene always makes you laugh? - oh my, there are so many! Gandalf hitting his head at Bag End, the Proudfoot grumpily watching Gandalf as he arrives in Hobbiton and then being caught laughing at his fireworks being launched, Gimli being Gimli throughout the entire trilogy (I know he doesn't deserve to be just a comic relief, but I can’t help myself laughing at his remarks), “the dwarf breathes so loud that we could have shot him in the dark” Haldir, and many more.

27. Have you ever had a LOTR marathon? - yes, many times. You see, where I live, there's a local cinema that annually (not last year, though, ugh) organizes film marathons, including a tLotR one, or two (because there's never enough of tLotR). I missed one, I think, out of all. It’s always so much fun having people with same passion gather and laugh and cry and quote the most known lines... it feels and is amazing. And yes, I forced people to go with me.

33. Which scene scares you the most? - the entire Sméagol-Gollum transformation. When I was a kid, I used to skip that part everytime I watched tRotK. Also, the infamous Bilbo jumpscare had my pants turn brown a few times.

@actuallyfingolfin and anon ask:

39. Who is your favorite horse? - Asfaloth, Glorfindel's horse, come on. A pity that this ask is a tLotR-only, otherwise my choice would've been different, if it wasn't (Rochallor or Nahar from the Silmarillion, but I didn't say anything, okay?).

15. If you could have any one of the character's wardrobes, whose would you choose? - I don't know. Everybody's so stylish! Galadriel? Arwen? Elrond's robes are stunning. I wonder what Erestor or Glorfindel would wear.

21. Which 3 characters would you choose to go on an epic adventure with? - the Three Hunters? It may sound basic, but you certainly won't die with those guys as companions in the wilderness. Or exchange one with Glorfindel or Éowyn or Galadriel, if they wanted to join, though.

@a-funeral-pyre asks:

10. Who is your OTP? - let's break the rules here again, kind of - Russingon! Or Gigolas. Bagginshield? I stan a queer pairing.

35. Which character would you want to be your parent? - I love my mum, but if I had to choose, then Arwen. I think she would (well, is or was, nevermind) be a good mum-material. As dad, anybody apart from movie Denethor - yes, I'm that desperate.

the second (or the same?) anon asks:

31. Fuck, marry and kill (pick 3 characters) - Fuck Galadriel, marry Éowyn and kill Legolas. Easy. Imagine killing Galadriel. You can't? Yeah, me neither, I'd be dead before I knew I'm being killed.

Guys, this had me wheezing, like, for real. I've never got so many folks asking me fun questions, thank you all for doing so (I tagged you, so you could see). If you want, you can answer your questions yourselves, so I, and others, could read your opinions about those particular matters, or answer my series of numbers - 3, 6, 23, 36 and 38! Hantalë again!

Link to the questions is here: https://peregrint.tumblr.com/post/12456356080/lotr-themed-questions

#folks ask? i answer!#ask games #hantalë! ❤️💋#tw: personal opinion and sarcasm #i can't quote tolkien... sorry!#i hate pink but not today...

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is-it-mungojerry-or-rumpelteazer · 3 years

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I’m curious if you haven’t answered already, but are there changes from the Lord of the Rings books to the films that you actually agree with? Anything that wouldn’t have translated well to the big screen?

If so why?

Wow, I have really made my reputation of being the LotR movies hater, if you ask whether there’s anything I actually do like. I mean, you’re not wrong, but it’s still funny. x)

julien, stop reading NOW. DO NOT READ FURTHER. SPOILERS AHEAD. [A mutual is reading LotR for the first time, I don’t want to spoil them].

First of all, I have to preface this by saying I haven’t seen the movies. So anything I say here has that caveat.

As much as I love the passage, I get why they cut Tom Bombadil. He’s inconsequential to the plot, he opens so many questions, he never comes back again. I won’t go as far as to say that the story is better without him (because I love him as a character), but it certainly doesn’t lose from the cut, and it does make the pacing better.

I like that they gave Glorfindel’s mission to Arwen. More women doing stuff is always a plus in my book (especially in the LotR novels which have a distressingly short number of women), and it works well as an introduction to Arwen. I’d even go further: if you’re going to make Arwen into a more active character, go all the way. Don’t make her wither away in Rivendell. When the Dunédain arrive to Rohan with Elladan and Elrohir, have Arwen arrive with them instead of sending an embroidery.

And lastly, less of a “change for the better” and more of an apology to the movie: one of my first and more vehement complaints when the film first came out was that elves ‘don’t look like that’. And while I still don’t like their aesthetic, I have since then re-read the novel, and there are no physical descriptions of the elves. It’s all “they looked young, but also old”, and “they were beautiful in an ethereal way”. So it’s not technically a bad adaptation. Just a stylistic choice that doesn’t agree with the way I had personally imagined them. So sorry movie for ranting about it for years on end. My bad.

There are maybe more, but it’s late and I’m tired. I hope I’ve convinced you that I don’t hate on the film just for the sake of hating it! ;)

What are the changes you think make the movie better?

#answer time #lord of the rings #text posts #long posts #tom bombadil #Arwen #elves #Lord of the Rings (the movie)#movie adaptations #women in LotR or the lack thereof

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theelegantbookworm · 5 years

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I’m going to think of a title for this at some point...:P

So in this entry in 12 Days of Fanfic, we get to see Celbrian lead the forces of Rivendell during the second siege of Imladris. I kinda pushed up Glorfindel’s prophesy about the Witch King, but who’s to say he didn’t give it twice?

@independence1776 and everyone else, enjoy!

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I stare at the map that’s been laid out on the table before me, moving the different pieces this way and that in an effort to find someway that our forces can outflank those of Angmar and break the siege. By some mercy, the passes through the Misty Mountains are impassable because of late snow. It took three months and the loss of hundreds of his soldiers before the Witch King gave up his attack on that front. Even so, our situation is dire. With the weakening of Arnor, we cannot expect aid from the northern kingdom. No matter how I move the pieces, there is no way to avoid a pitched battle. I look up as Lord Glorfindel enters the war-tent, garbed and armored as I am for war.

“What is it?”

“Scouts have brought word that the Angmarim are massing at the ford,” Glorfindel explains, “another assault will come either this day or the next.” He takes the seat next to mine. “Any word from Elrond my lady?”

I wish it were otherwise, but truth forces me to shake my head. The last word I received from my husband was of his departure from Lothlorien with the army my parents had supplied. “With the passes closed, he will have to cross further south. It will take longer, but if we can hold out until he arrives, we can crush Angmar.”

Glorfindel starts to speak, but something on the map catches his eye. “This pass here,” he begins, pointing at a small trail, “How many could march abreast here?”

“It’s little more than a game trail, and the ground there is rocky and steep.” I reply, “mayhap four, five at most.” As I say this, my finger traces the path down to the Bruinen. “How far north are the Angmarim encamped?”

“The furthest northern encampment is more than five miles from the foothills.”

I smile. “Still within the valley.”

“My lady?”

“The storm brought much snow to the mountains, and the source of the Bruinen was already full” I explain, “Should that snow melt, I imagine the valley below the foothills would flood.”

Glorfindel nods with approval. “Manwë willing, my lady, this could purchase for us the time we need.”

Manwë is more than willing as it happens. The snows melt so quickly that our forces barely mange to get into position in time. I lead the right flank of our army, Glorfindel the left as we push the retreating Angmarim into the swollen ford. We had hoped simply to push them back for a time, but the Lord of the Valar gifts us with another blessing. Those who manage to survive the crossing find themselves caught between the river and the arrival of Elrond and the elves from Lothlorien. He runs up to me on the battlefield, kissing me without a care for how many eyes are upon us.

“The children?” He asks first. There had been an argument between Elrond and the twins before he left for Lothlorien; they had wanted to accompany him and he had forbidden it on account of the danger.

“Safe and waiting for us.” I say with a grin, “Though Elladan and Elrohir are still feeling rather dour. Arwen actually told them they were behaving like spoiled children.” He laughs a little, shaking his head at the audacity of our youngest before turning to our warriors.

“We have victory!” he shouts and the cheer that goes up rolls off the walls of the valley with a thunderous echo.

It is a victory, but not a complete one. Once the dead are tallied, it is discovered that the Witch King has escaped. Weakened, he flees back into Angmar, to his fortress of Carn Dûm to lick his wounds a gather his strength anew.

“We should pursue and destroy him while he is still weak!” Elrohir argues, forgetting that giving his opinion is not one of the duties of the council’s cupbearer.

I give him a look that Elrond swears I have inherited from my mother. Araphor, the new king of Arnor, actually shrinks back. “And how many of our people would die in the attempt? The kingdom of Arnor is too weak to aid us, and Gondor cannot fight a war are two far flung fronts.”

Elrohir will not give up. “But how many more will we lose if we allow him to regain his strength? How can we allow such evil to exist?”

Elrond holds up a hand and our son falls silent. “Lord Glorfindel, what is your council?”

Glorfindel stares into the distance, at something only he can see. “The Witch King will be defeated, but his doom is not yet near, and not by the hand of any here will he fall.”

#lord of the rings #fanfic #fanfiction #elrond #celebrian #elrond x celebrian #glorfindel #i am no man

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dagnyart · 6 years

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I really like the art you did of them! I have never considered Glorfindel/Maglor before, could you please tell me your thoughts on them as a ship?

I’m very happy that people ask me more about them bc I thought that it’s mb very vierd and didn’t show my arts with them before.First of all they are my Cat and Flower OTP :DDOk, I‘ve always liked the idea of Maglorwandering and striding around Middleearth for Eru knows how many years andfinally arriving to Elrond’s lands where nobody lets him wander further. It seems to me that happened not so far from the Hobbit events. Just imagine:Maglor casually walks through the woods and gets caught by the border guard troops, he tries to run away that doesn’twork out, than he knocked down everybody around, but luckily or unluckily Glorfindelwas there. They had a great deal of a mighty fight, yet Glorfindel mighty won, partiallythanks to good sleep and diet, he is also high and ancient as fuck (andaccording to some theories he is equal to maia in power). Glorfindel is quitesmart so he notices that the vagrant he had caught looks bad and em.. dusty, his armor, though has some noble and oldpatterns, the sword is also good, so It’s better to take him to Elrond.

· Elrond sure recognizes him andexperiences lot of contradictory and mixed feelings, yet Maglor is his mummy inlaw and ofc it’s an intimate reunion allDisney films should have. Glorfindel, afterrealizing these two have known each other long before, all the feels and stufflike that… just gets extremely happy for them with a light heart. Maglor nowgets that Glorfindel was only doing his job, nothing personal, yet he hissesand glances grumpily for a week or two, bc, you know, «Who dared to defeat Son of Feanor , how dared he put adagger to his throat blablabla». Firstly, Maglor avoids every type of contactor conversation with other elves, gloomily walks around the huge libraries,around the gardens and has long-longmeaningful talks with Elrond. Yet Elrond is still a king and the times are getting darker, so Maglorhas long time for himself too. Here, inRivendell halls they have evening songs and they tell tales of old times whenthe night comes in, all gathering near huge fireplace. Maglor, being a goth child of his time, ofc doesn’t go therefirst couple of times. Then he eventually comes, finds a dark corner, sits andlistens. AAAAAAAAAAnd gets very surprised by not hearing any hatred or accusationstowards the Feanorians. Maglor long time haven’t sang butone time he sits in a garden under a beautiful blooming tree and sings quietly. Glorfindel having returned from surveying the borders, hears thesong by lucky chance and he likes it sooooo much. Maglor notices him yet continuoussinging. From this moment a specialbound forms between them.Some time later they’ll spend more timetogether bc Maglor feels much better, hegot used to being here, Glorfindel and him are like dinosaurs among the youngones in this realm and so on. Together they babysitting Elrond’s children, Maglor is an exceptional warriorwhich is convenient in battles and patrols, plus Glorfindel has a soft spot forhot musicians, and …well… Maglor sings way better than Ecthelion. They spend hours talking, Glorfindel talks Gondolin, his previous live,Ecthelion, and many personal things. In this hc Maglor had been so closely attached to his family ( esp Maitimo)-hesimply didn’t have the time and energy for someone else. I mean, he did marryand had a wife (I guess he did, or not, idk, but I’d prefer to think he wasn’tmarried, definitely not in this hc), yet she was once seen and gone in the verybeginning of their Middlearth journey. Sad as it is, but only losing everyonehe cared about, Kano slowly starts to take care and listen to himself, tryingto focus on his own happiness and priorities. That’s why Glorfindel is his first soulmate (who’s not a closerelative and not your child). One warm telling-tales Rivendell evening Kano, inspired by all he had heardabout Gondolin, sings a long, sad and magnificent song about the Elven City inthe valley of Tumladen and his voice echoes like a loud bell. Glorfindel staresat him across the hall, it’s hard to guess his emotions, the music and voicesgo silent. Overwhelmed by magic and grief of the song, all the feelings andmemories it evoked, Glorfindel comes up to Maglor and kisses him. Everyone in the hall is…genuinely shocked and impressed. Elrond is the first tocollect himself, so he quickly draws the attention from these two. Before this kiss they sure had tons of cute moments, but they didn’t attach anysignificance to it. So this evening had a huge influence on Maglor, such a strong influence heactually fell in love so hard he couldn’t breathe. After couple of days whenthey were walking around the gardens he mb could have said smth like “ It wasmy first kiss you know..” and Glorfindel would freeze plain shocked bc Kano isold as a moon, smoking hot and is simply a cinnamon bun straight outta Aman sohow can that possibly be his first kiss??? While Glorfindel looks at Kano andthinking stuff over, Maglor returns the kiss.. That’s basically it. They just live the fullest and love and feel loved fromthis time on.

#maglor #glorfindel #silmarillion #silm #lotr #cat and flower #maglor x glorfindel #glorfindel x maglor #maglor/glorfindel #glorfindel/maglor #silm headcanons

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Chapter XXVI: (EXT) The Fall of Dol Guldur (Pt. III)

It would be a few days later that word would come from Celeborn in the south. When I was not deep in thought, I spent time with Êlúriel and the children. They were growing up so quickly right before my eyes. On this day, I sat on a bench as I watched them together in the garden, I could not help but see how much Tárimë had begun to look like Êlúriel. So much had changed in the world I had not noticed. Even the trees of the forest seem to sense the change of the ages.

“Ada,” Tárimë said walking toward me. “See. It is a butterfly. It is so pretty, is it not?”

“It is,” I said watching as it fluttered its wings while sitting quietly on Tárimë’s hand. Suddenly it took flight high above us until it was gone.

“You are going to leave again soon,” she said. “I do not want you to go, but I know you must. When your return, will the war be over?”

“I hope it will be, Tárimë,” I said. “It has lasted far too long.”

She sat beside me and leaned her head upon my shoulder.

“Why are there such things as war,” she asked. “I do not understand them.”

“Neither do I,” I answered. It was true—I did not understand them. I did know why there was a need for them. They seemed to steal lives and souls over something as meaningless as power. It seemed to be the only thing any one being could keep for themselves as things intangible as time could not be tamed.

“War is like winter,” she said. “The days are shorter and the nights longer. Like a season that never ends.”

I felt a chill run through me when I heard her words. Êlúriel had said them to me before I left for Dagorlad. I looked at Tárimë—her face stoic and lost in thought.

“You are wise for your age,” I said softly. “Very much so.”

“Nana said that to me long ago,” she answered. “I take after Queen Êlúriel.”

“Your mother was right,” I began. “You are very much like her if not rather short.”

She looked at me and smiled.

“I have not yet come of age,” she said giggling. “When I do, will I be as graceful as a queen?”

“You already are,” I said kissing atop her head.

We sat together quietly—watching Êlúriel with Eärluin and Auríel as Nenduîl and Aranduil played nearby.

“Thranduil,” I heard a voice say behind me. I looked up to see Elmîr. I rose with Tárimë.

“Yes,” I asked. “What is it?”

“One comes from Lothlórien to see you,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said. I turned to Tárimë. “I will see you before I leave. Go to Nana now.”

She nodded and walked away slowly. She glanced back once with a look that nearly broke my heart. I nodded to Elmîr and we made our way into the palace and to the throne room where two elven men stood surrounded by my council and my court.

“I thought you said one, Elmîr,” I said.

“They accompanied the one that came from Lothlórien,” he whispered.

I stood before the two men—both with long golden hair and grey eyes. They bowed to me.

“Your Majesty,” one said. “I am Isílion and my brother Tárion. We come to you from Lothlórien with a bearer of a message.”

“Where is this messenger,” I asked.

Out of the shadow stepped figure hooded in a white cloak. Once removed, the room fell silent. I approached her.

“Lady Galadriel,” I said. “This is quite an honor and rather unexpected. I thought you to be in Caras Galadhon under the protection of guards.”

“I was there,” she began. “And Caras Galadhon is well protected. I come of my own will to you. Our borders are safe as our warriors were able to push the glamhoth back from whence they came. Dol Guldur. It is now time for you to join Celeborn to bring down what is left of Sauron’s forces that remain.”

“I thought you would be making your way westward by now,” I said. “There is no need for many of our kin to stay longer than we need to. Most of all you, daughter of Finarfin. I am to think you remain for Celeborn?”

“You may think many things, Thranduil, as you will. But I know your heart and it is with your people as ours.”

I motioned for Fëaluin to come to me.

“Prepare to leave at dawn,” I whispered.

He nodded and left with Sildúr and Aradin. I returned my gaze to Galadriel. Her beauty had not shown and signs of fading as her age would dictate. She smiled serenely at me.

“Will you remain within my halls until our return,” I asked.

“If it pleases you, Thranduil,” she said. “I will see you and Celeborn again and if it be here then so will it be.”

“Very well,” I said. “I will have my court prepare quarters for you and your companions.”

“I know I will be well served and protected,” Galadriel said.

Isílriel, Ardúin and her sisters Linurial and Súlthulë bowed reverently and escorted Galadriel and her companions away. I gave Eldôr a look he found amusing.

“Thranduil,” he began. “I am quite sure the children will enjoy her company.”

“What are you not telling me, Uncle,” I asked.

“What would I keep from you,” he asked.

“I am not fool enough to think that the Lady of Light has left her kingdom without someone to see to its routine while she is away. There are only two directions an elf will go and often that is not east to Mirkwood without cause.”

“Elrond remains in Rivendell,” he said. “I do not know whether or not many remain there or in Lothlórien, but he is well aware of the whereabouts of his entire family.”

“Good,” I said. “Then I will not awaken to any more of them before I leave for battle or is that wishful thinking?”

“No more,” he said smiling. “But they are your kin, you realize.”

“I do not need reminding, Eldôr,” I said. “I need this war to end before my kingdom becomes a bastion for any more of my estranged kin.”

I made my way to my study and watched the waters falling in the fading light of day. Tomorrow I would ride to my last battle in this world. I could not help but wonder if I would see Legolas again.

**** **** **** ****

Before the light of day, I was dressed and prepared to ride to Dol Guldur. I did not want to wake Nenduîl and Tárimë as I knew they would worry. I walked through the front gates to where my warriors waited for me with Fëaluin, Eldôr, Elranduil and Nimlos.

“Thranduil, son of Oropher,” I heard a voice whisper to me. I turned around to see Galadriel standing behind me with Êlúriel and our children. “We have little to fear for you are your father’s son and he would be proud of you.”

“Thank you, Galadriel,” I said. I kissed her hand. “Look southward to our victorious return.”

She smiled and nodded. I approached Êlúriel.

“I leave you again,” I said. “One last time.”

“For one last time I will say 'return to me',” she said.

“I will,” I answered. “You have my word.”

I kissed her quickly and I went on my way. As a stable hand brought my horse, I noticed Isílion and Tárion speaking with Elmîr and Sildúr. Upon my approach, they bowed.

“You are to take me to Celeborn,” I asked them.

“Of course,” Tárion said. “When His Majesty is ready.”

I looked at my warriors and mounted my horse. The others followed suit. I gave the command and the banners were raised.

“Noro,” I said. “To Dol Guldur.”

**** **** **** ****

We rode in silence—our minds deep in thought. Would this truly be the last battle I would ever see? Would I return home and would I ever see Legolas again? The unknown is often the only thing we know—it is the certainty that anything can and will happen. The mystery lies within us as to the outcome. I always thought I knew what I would do any given moment and realizing too late that preparation was merely expectation of something unexpected.

As we made our way closer to Dol Guldur, we me Tarthôn and Aruilos at their position at Emyn Duir as their men were packing the camp to move further South.

“Father,” he said. “It is good to see you again.”

“What news have you heard from Celeborn,” I asked.

“His warriors were able to force what was left of the glamhoth into their garrison,” Aruilos said. “Not long after many were lost not far from Angrenost. Lord Celeborn sent word to us that they have surrounded them preparing to lay siege upon them.”

“Upon my arrival, no less,” I said. “Let us go together so we might set up camp before nightfall.”

They nodded and hurried to their horses.

“Where is Ardôr,” Elranduil asked looking for his son. “I thought he would be here with Êlenuil and Elendôr.”

“They went on ahead, Ada,” Orísil said as he rode up to us. “Not long after Celeborn sent word to you.”

“He knew of the messenger,” he asked.

“You mean Lady Galadriel,” Orísil said smiling. “Yes, of course.”

“He told you this himself,” Nimlos asked.

“No,” he answered. “From one called Glorfindel.”

Elranduil let out a deep sigh as Nimlos laughed with Eldôr.

“Come,” I said sternly. “Let us not tarry any longer.”

I thought back long ago to when I first met Glorfindel. Beyond what I remembered of him, I was lost in the memory of my father and Melros I lost at Dagorlad. Before long my thoughts were turned to seeing the Elves of Lothlórien making camp. When we had stopped, I motioned to Fëaluin. He took charge of preparing my tent. As I dismounted, I stood beside Elranduil, Nimlos, Eldôr, Tarthôn Orísil and Aruilos as Isílion and Tárion waited with us as Haldir and his brothers Rúmil and Orophin approached us.

“Your Majesty,” Haldir said bowing. “Good to see you again. Lord Celeborn awaits you in his tent. Shall we, Your Majesty?”

I nodded and we made our way toward a large white tent with silver and white banners at its doors. I entered to see Ardôr and his sons waiting with us with Celeborn.

“Celeborn, son of Galadhon,” I said approaching him. “I have come to you as promised.”

“So you have,” he said. “I am indebted to you.”

“You need not be,” I said. “You know me well enough to know I would do anything to bring peace to my people. We have been cast asunder by the evil of Sauron for far too long. I wish to put an end to it. My life is a small price to pay should that be the cost.”

“Not you, Thranduil,” he said. “You will not fall here or anywhere I imagine. You might well be the strongest of our kin. I know you are the most headstrong of our kind.”

“I have lost too much not to be so,” I said. “Too much I have endured not to be strong when I must. But enough idle chatter. How do we bring about the fall of Dol Guldur once and for all?”

He went to his table as the tent began to fill with elves that would lead the charge. When everyone was accounted, I stood with Celeborn at his table with Fëaluin at my side. Before we could start, two elves entered.

“Many apologies for my lateness,” the first said. He had long hair of gold and grey eyes that seemed softened by tragedy but no less courageous.

“None is necessary,” Celeborn said smiling. “You remember Thranduil, do you not?”

“It has been quite a long time,” he began as he bowed. “Perhaps too long.”

“Galathil,” I said. “It has been too long.”

The other elf that entered stood beside Celeborn quietly. He bowed politely—his youth obvious to everyone, with his soft brown hair and deep green eyes.

“This is Ëarmîr,” Celeborn said. “He is council to me and my brother, Galathil.” I nodded and once again all fell quiet as we readied ourselves to discuss our offensive.

“Many orcs may not remain, but they fight no less fiercely,” Celeborn began.

“Their allegiance is to one greater than life itself—to the one that they have given what is left of a soul that remains within them.”

“It was the detriment that they parceled themselves thin,” Galathil said. “Quickly they fell at Angrenost underestimating that which they thought powerless.”

“The Ents,” Ëarmîr said softly. “They left few to retreat save one or two—far less than what returned from the borders of Lothlórien.”

“We have the advantage of limiting when and where they fight surrounding their fortress,” I said. “But not long will it be before they decide to give all or nothing to what little they have left. Let the bowmen take as many down as allowed and the rest of us will wait for their emergence from squalor—for that what will be too much to bare.”

“I will prepare my men tonight,” Aradin said. “With the archers of Lothlorien, we should have plenty to surround the whole of Dol Guldur and hold them for days.”

I nodded and he rose and left quickly with Elmîr close behind.

“This will be the last battle we shall fight,” Celeborn said.

“It has to be,” I said. “For if we do not win, everyone in this world will live in darkness.”

**** **** **** ****

After much discussion, I left Celeborn’s tent for mine. I knew at first light, my last battle would begin. I looked South to a familiar sight—the flames of Orodruin. As they had burned for as long as I could remember, I thought of all that were fighting not far from where so many of my warriors fell beside my father.

“Ada,” I heard behind me. “Might I have a word?”

“Yes, Tarthôn,” I answered as I entered my tent with him.

I sat in my seat beside my table as Tarthôn sat on my chaise nearby.

“What worries you,” I asked.

“You worry me,” he said. “I know what you lost in similar circumstances. I fear you would allow yourself to fall.”

“There is no need to worry,” I said smiling. “I would not do such a thing. I have had plenty of time think on it, but there were far more things I had to live for. You and Legolas, Nenduîl and Tárimë. My people. Êlúriel. I worry how it would be should I not return against my will.”

“You will return, Ada. And so will I.”

“Why are you so sure of such things,” I asked.

“Because, I was told,” he said. “Though I have a family of my own, I still in need of a father. You will keep your word you made to Melros. It still ails you.”

“Yes, son,” I answered. “It does.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” he began. “You are as great a father as you are a king. As Legolas, I will keep my word and return home.”

“You are a good son,” I said, remembering Melros’ words to me. “A very good son. I am proud to have raised you. You are much a part of me as Legolas.”

He smiled and bowed to me.

“See you at first light, Ada,” he said. "And when we complete our task, we will ride home together. I love you, Ada.”

“I love you as well, Tarthôn.”

He left me alone to think. Silence demands to be heard—it can be sharper than a blade and more painful. I tried to keep my thoughts from clashing like blades in my mind. I realized I had not fought many wars but one. There had only been times of peace intermingled with battles. When I found a calm within me, the darkness had begun to lighten. It was time once more to wage war with evil.

**** **** **** ****

In the twilight of the coming day, I saw that the elven troops had surrounded the garrison of Dol Guldur. The orcs would use their height to rain arrows down upon us. Aradin had positioned archers a distance away and as high as the crumbling remains of the walls of Dol Guldur. Surrounding Celeborn and Me were shields to deflect arrows away from troops at the slope. At the first ray of light, arrows fell from above and over us. I glanced at Celeborn and he nodded.

“Noro, thî,” he shouted and hundreds of elven warriors ran straight toward the ruins from which orcs ran to meet them in battle.

We rode into the fray together—into a fury that created its own winds with the blood of the slaughtered blowing in the air. I swung my sword until the pain was nearly unbearable when all of sudden everything stopped abruptly. I looked around me—not one elf nor one orc moved. They were looking to the south toward Mordor.

Friend and foe stood together watching what seemed out of place to us. We felt the earth rumbling and rolling as a wave on the sea. Orodruin seemed to turn from orange to red then fade to black. Only puffs of dark clouds erupted from it—eventually fading into daylight.

“It is done,” I heard Eldôr say to me. “It is finally done.”

“Perhaps,” Celeborn said. “But what there is left, we must destroy.”

As nothing had happened, the battle continued well into dusk when we found we stood amidst the corpses of orcs and some elves. I began to worry once more—my heart beating so loudly I heard not a word.

“Thranduil,” I heard.

I looked up to see Elranduil with Nimlos and Ardôr, Orísil and Tarthôn. I felt some comfort when I saw Eldôr speaking with Celeborn and Galathil.

“Where is Êlenuil,” I asked. “And his brother Elendôr?

“There,” Elranduil pointed.

I looked to see them alive and well, speaking with Aruilos, Elmîr and Fëaluin. When I saw Isílion and Tárion with Haldir, Orophin and Rúmil, I knew our loses were very few. It took me some time to reach land unsoiled by death. When I found my footing night had begun to fall.

“We can rest,” Galathil said. “For the first time, we can rest. The ring has been destroyed.”

“We will return to Mirkwood tomorrow,” I said. “Victorious.”

I went to my tent for the first time feeling thousands of years of darkness no longer weighing down the night as the stars seemed to shine brighter than they have since I was a youth.”––TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J. Marie Miller 12-22-17

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