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Legolas
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Balrog

A Little Legolas story

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Note: This is for you, Jasta, Anon and Mirithiel! Thank you all for your kind words and encouragement to go on with this tale. I will finish it.

X. Climb Down from your Cedar Tree

Now among the First-born, the concept of 'patience' was non-existent and indeed there was no word in either ancient Nandorin, Noldorin, formal Quenya, everyday Sindarin, or any of the various silvan dialects that had any sort of similar meaning to the term used among mortals. For beings created to live so long as to be considered undying by the rest of Eru's (and Aulë's) children, the idea of schooling one's temperament to wait calmly for the outcome or result of some undertaking was inconceivable. Even time as an idea had a rather nondescript sort of function; what did it matter to divide a single day among hundreds of thousands into segments? Why bother to even count days, weeks, or years? Well, perhaps for growing elflings years would be documented.

Yet overall, elves would consider counting stars and studying their habits as they moved amid the heavens a more useful exercise than reckoning the time required to pursue it. And since this notion of time was so insignificant, spending it extravagantly in order to achieve a desired goal would never generate attention much less frustration. Such was the nature of the elves and not a virtue needing to be cultivated, thus defining a qualty they innately possessed never occurred to them.

In fact, so much was patience an essential element of an elf's disposition that the word for 'league' in Numenorean, and hence in everyday Westron, was 'lár', originally a Quenya word meaning 'pause'. This usage presumably came about because in human terms when an elf paused to consider something, the least amount of time one would wait for them to complete the contemplation was akin to the time required to walk one league, uphill, burdened with a heavy pack. It was not an inconsequential amount of minutes by mortal standards and generally tended to produce exasperated impatience among the Second-born.

It must have required of the elves significant mental readjustment to comprehend that this difference in perception was a source of aggravation for humans. No doubt upon encountering men for the first time, the First-born were rather surprised by the extreme hurrying about the mortals seemed compelled to undertake, no matter the chore. Even enjoyable activities were rushed through, from the perspective of the moriquendi, and thus new words were incorporated into the various elvish dialects. The Sindarin terms 'celeg ben' (hasty one), 'lagor geredir' (quick doer), and 'alnauth' (thoughtless) were often applied to humans and their antics with varying mixtures of consternation, amusement, and irritation. Thus, a high compliment from an elf to a human would be to call him or her 'nauth annan' (long thought).

Attributing the same description to another elf, however, had exactly the opposite effect, being an insult implying the trait was so rarely observed that it earned remark, hence indicating the person lacked Bauth Vaer (Good Judgement). It was a rather serious charge and was usually only exchanged between members of Houses long at odds with one another, generally over the exact definition of that particular virtue and the other family's failure to exhibit it under various circumstances. Throughout the long Ages of the Greenwood's occupation by the various clans among the Teleri, this sort of contention was not unknown or even uncommon. This Erestor had occasion to learn as he waited (neither patiently nor impatiently, as explained above) in the Chamber of Starlight for the call to meeting, that he might present the White Council's suggested policy toward reconciling the Woodland Realm with the rest of elvendom.
The noble seneschal to Elrond's court quietly studied the sculpted columns and the artistic friezes upon the stone walls about the room. He had noted these upon his arrival the previous evening, yet looked upon them only briefly before being escorted away to his chambers. Thereafter he had ignored them due to involvement in the highly boisterous festivities celebrating the success of the hunt. Now he scrupulously observed every detail, beginning with the battle scene of Dagorlad and working forward in time. He decided that earlier events among the silvans would have little impact upon or relation to the lives of the Noldor.
He was presently viewing the history catalogued on the fifth column from the Last Alliance depiction. He was alarmed, confused, and fascinated all at once, for he was certain the scenes illustrated some great troubles in the Woodland Realm and a severe contention among the Sindarin and silvan Houses alike. If he was correct in his interpretation, then fully a third of the population decamped from the Greenwood, departing on the long journey to the shores of Eldamar. The host consisted of an even mix of Nandor and Grey Elves of both noble and common origins from every walk of life and occupation. No House was exempt from the exodus, though some were clearly more strongly represented than others. The implications were startling to say the least. So rapt in his considerations was Erestor that he failed to hear the entrance of the Councillor of Law, the Principal Councillor, and the Councillor of War and Defence.

"I see you are learning of one of the saddest days in our past," said Ithiloth quietly.

Erestor jumped about six centimetres as he wheeled around, finding himself face to face with three of Thranduil's wives: the Silver Queen, the formidable Dragon matron, and the shrewd Light bearer. For a moment he was speechless, uncertain how to graciously acknowledge such a serious topic so as to encourage its further exploration.

"Aye, noble Queen," he began and gave a courteous nod of his head. "This pillar seems to tell of a split amid the peoples of the Greenwood shortly after the Last Alliance. I would be pleased if you might be moved to explain it to me as I await the call to counsel with your good King and husband." The seneschal was rather taken aback when all three females tittered with mirth at his polite words.

"Oh, please forgive us, Lord Erestor," implored Calargyll, seeing his confused umbrage. "We do not mean to belittle your courteous request."

"Aye, it is your confusion regarding this council you are looking forward to that instigates our gleeful mood at your expense," added Huneb'ell. "Customs are different amid our separate lands. The King has no authority to take counsel with you regarding matters of diplomacy and the good of the Woodland Realm."

"Indeed, Thranduil will neither approve or deny any decrees or motions, sanctions or treaties, laws or pardons unless we formally request it. Then he may declare the matter justified and right or denounce it entirely. If the latter, we start over and attempt a new compromise with the parties involved in the particular situation. We three are the Greenwood's legislative body," concluded Ithiloth serenely, grinning at the Noldo's open-mouthed amazement. "I am Principal Councillor."

"I am Councillor of War and Defence," added Huneb'ell.

"My duty is to serve as Councillor of Law," Calargyll explained. "We are here to learn of the dire need that has driven the dùnedhel (elves of the west - Sindar and Noldor) to seek out the silvan folk once more. As you have just observed, the last time we joined our fate with that of outlanders, the consequences were most severe. You must convince us of the justification for this disruption of our world if we are to carry your concerns before the representatives of the leading Houses and our King."

"It is true; I am dumbfounded, Hiril (Ladies), to learn of this custom. Yet I bow to the wisdom that has appointed such labours to so virtuous a trio of bethyr (judges)." Erestor actually did make a formal bend at the waist to the wives. He had not imagined he would be conversing on such serious matters with the females for in Imladris, and all the other elven realms, males held the positions of authority in governance. Although Galadriel conducts herself in a most autocratic manner. He was fairly sure the Woodland Realm had adhered to similar methods when Gil-Galad had called for Oropher's aid at the end of the Second Age.

He rightly guessed his surprise would be tolerated without offence being taken, for truly he did not feel the noble Ladies were incapable of such a venture. Indeed, having seen the Silver Queen, and numerous feminine warriors, engaged in deadly combat, exhibiting a magical power he had never imagined the First-born might possess, not to mention all the other examples of uniquely silvan characteristics, Erestor was rather more disappointed in himself for not expecting something of this sort.

"Perhaps a more complete explanation of this particular panel would enhance our meeting," suggested Huneb'ell, gesturing toward the decorated column. "Our concerns might be better appreciated if the desperation of our struggle is clearly understood by our worthy guest and emissary from Imladris."

"I would welcome that, Hiril," the noble advisor encouraged.

"Then we must start at the end of the Last Age. Less than half the Greenwood's warriors returned home from Dagorlad and more people were lost to grief because of it. Our homeland was vulnerable and if not for the destruction of Sauron we might have been overrun and obliterated. Thankfully, the end of the Dark One threw his cohorts into confusion and panic. They fled in disarray, no longer a cohesive fighting force, and we were left in peace for a time." Ithiloth began the narration.

"Yet we faced a different threat to our existence, an unexpected one. Though our warriors are comprised of both genders, still more ellyn (male elves) than ellith (female elves) joined the guard in those days. Females preferred to remain with their young until the age of majority and chose to render the more peaceful forms of service to the community at large. The role of ellith as life-bearers has always been one of high esteem and honour among our people, a status cherished and encouraged as the essential means of perpetuating our kind. Thus, most of the fallen warriors were ellyn and at the beginning of the Third Age, our females greatly outnumbered the remaining males." Calargyll continued.

"And most ellith not in the guard were already bound to life-mates and were made widows by the war, forced to contend against fading in order to keep what was left of their Houses intact. It was a precarious situation and Thranduil was at a loss as to how to prevent the utter destruction of our world. Drastic measures were undertaken to thwart such a catastrophe. Not everyone among the Greenwood was able to sanction these changes, on moral grounds." Huneb'ell rendered this part in obvious pain over her memories of those days.

"Aye, Huneb'ell speaks truly. We reverted to the ways of our ancestors, with the females of the oldest Houses assuming governance of the realm. Thranduil's indecision at this crucial moment was viewed unfavourably by those who had always resented the Sindarin presence and usurpation of authority.

"Yet he was bowed low in his grief, for at Dagorlad he had lost all of his Sindarin family members still remaining in Middle-earth. It was not surprising, his retreat from current affairs, and I feared he would follow his kin to Mandos. Still decisive action had to be taken; our people could not wait for his recovery, so questionable at that time, and it is not unreasonable to feel that those who create life from their blood and bone might be fiercely diligent in the protection of that progeny." Ithiloth reached out her hand to gently take Huneb'ell's as she spoke.

"Nay, it is indeed a wise concept," agreed Erestor, intrigued by the story. He was not unmindful that the governing triad also happened to be of purely silvan bloodlines but decided it best not to comment on the shift of power away from the formerly dominant minority of Sindarin elves. "Was this change in the manner of rule the cause for the schism?"

"No, that was acceptable to our people, though the Sindar of pure blood grumbled against it somewhat," Calargyll explained. "It is a different custom that caused the division. So strong were feelings regarding this ancient way that we nearly came to bloodshed over it."

"Indeed, but for my first-born there may have been a fourth kinslaying. Tuamdir (Strong Hope) was wise beyond his years and opined that those unable to abide by the ancient precepts might go and seek the shores of Eldamar. He proposed to lead any who wished to do so, along with sufficient warriors to safeguard the journey," Ithiloth was saying.

"Your first-born?" Erestor was confused. "Sîrgel is surely not that old, and in any case he is here in the stronghold."

"Sîrgel is not my first-born," corrected the noble Lady sadly, "nor are Orgilion and Menelfân our only other children. Tuamdir is our eldest. Far beyond his elfling days is he now and was then. He is a strong and compassionate leader, wiser even than many an ancient awakened at Cuirviénen. Tuamdir is dear to our hearts and for many long centuries was our only offspring. He led the host you see out from beneath the eaves of the forest on the first day of spring in the year 275 of the Third Age. Here he is; see how he favours my lineage? We have not seen him since that day."

In silence, for he was too astonished to make any response, Erestor examined the face and form of the elf the Silver Queen indicated. He was indeed noble in bearing and showed clearly his silvan heritage, being of lesser stature than the Sindar in the same frieze, yet with a strength of purpose that crowned his fair brow more regally than any circlet of mithril might. Ithiloth's fingers lovingly touched the sculpted image and she gave a short sigh.

"Many messages returned to us throughout the long trek across Eriador and Arnor. We know our kinfolk made it safely to Mithlond with only minor mishaps. We learned that their last ship sailed for Aman on the second day of Cerveth (July) in the year 278. Thus, the Noldor and Sindar are not the only people to have holdings in both Arda and the Undying Lands," added Calargyll with a smile.

"I am amazed!" exclaimed Erestor. "None have ever heard of this in Imladris. How is it this remained a secret, for we have regular couriers to Mithlond and some from the Hidden Vale yet seek the Straight Path across the Sundering Seas."

"Have we not made it plain that Tuamdir was clever?" scolded Huneb'ell in irritation. "He would not send so great a number into the lands of Mithlond altogether and unannounced. He had not enough soldiers to ward off a consolidated attack from Orcs or roaming human scum. Thus, their progress was slow and stealthy and moved in waves across the western lands. The host entire finally camped near Evendim and during the course of the following year he escorted small groups over the Blue Mountains to the Havens. No one took note of a handful of Wood Elves and Sindar leaving Middle-earth from time to time."

"Except Círdan, of course, and Tuamdir took him into confidence straight away. The elder Teleri Lord pledged to keep our secret, for if the news spread that Greenwood had lost even more of her warriors, the scattered legions of the Nazgûl would converge upon us and do their utmost to destroy us. As for withholding the news from the other elven enclaves, well I suppose it was pride more than any other factor. We did not wish to appear weak, a people so divided in spirit that we were forced to physically separate in order to maintain peace." Ithiloth concluded as she gave Thranduil's Third Wife a disapproving frown for taking such an insolent tone.

"I am saddened that such a measure was necessary," Erestor said politely. "Yet I am still unacquainted with the cause for so severe a reaction among your people."

"It is simple enough to understand," Huneb'ell could not keep the bitterness from her voice, for among the wives the changes had been hardest for her to bear. "The Wood Elves adopted the ways of bonding common among the Teleri at the time of awakening. In those early years, the numbers of elfkind were small. To enhance the population, multiple bondings were the norm.

"One male would have numerous wives so as to produce more children. Likewise, one female might bond with two or more males to produce offspring merged from many bloodlines. As it was then, heredity and family affiliation is determined by the mother's Lineage rather than the father's. With our people reduced and the ratio of male to female skewed, Ithiloth recommended, and the Tawarwaith concurred, that the practice be reinstated after the devastation at Dagorlad."

"I see," Erestor understood much more about the unusual culture of the Wood Elves now and could not even find good cause to dispute the reasons for such an uncommon procedure. "And being the King, Thranduil must lead by example?" Erestor was not entirely clear on Thranduil's role as Greenwood's monarch, as it no longer included the making of vital decisions.

"Aye, although I chose the others for him, except for Corchrîn. That was a match of souls fated by the Valar," nodded Ithiloth, smiling indulgently. The others' expressions matched hers, even stoic Huneb'ell.

"Then this type of marital arrangement is common among the populace at large also?" Erestor was still curious.

"For the most part. A pair of wives to one husband is the most often seen grouping, though sometimes one female may have two husbands. Yet acceptance is not universal. I am saddened to admit that there are one or two Houses that refuse to recognise the multiple unions. This dissension is a constant source of pain among our people, but we cannot fault those who wish to adhere to the single bond tradition. What harms us as a culture is the scorn those Houses display for the children of the many-bonded parents. They are considered illegitimate and sons are denied Lordship in their maternal grandfathers' Houses," Calargyll laid a supportive hand on Huneb'ell's shoulder as she explained.

"That is the reason for the great migration," said Huneb'ell with evident sorrow. "A movement was started by the Fox clan, my Adar's people, to overthrow the bonds of the additional mates, honouring only the First Wife's rights and acknowledging her offspring alone as heirs and legitimate children.

"Many among the Raven clan agreed, and these two Houses are quite powerful. They were able to convince a significant portion of the population to accept this negative view. In the winter of 275, all of this controversy came to a head. The Chief Lord of the Foxes, my uncle Megoranc (Sharp-toothed), demanded Thranduil's abdication if he would not set aside his other wives. Of which I was one even then."

"Not only did Thranduil refuse, he ordered those holding out against the rule to conform and take second wives, especially those who had lost their mates in battle and were widowed. This incensed the Lords of the opposing clans," said Ithiloth. "I counselled against such an outburst but my husband has always been hot-headed. His tongue will shout out what he feels in his heart without waiting for his reason to intervene."

"That is when Tuamdir stepped in to mediate. Once tempers had calmed, all agreed that the contention was unacceptable and no one wanted the innocent to suffer unduly. Thus, the exodus was planned," finished Calargyll.

"I know not what words to say," murmured Erestor, still not entirely comfortable with the multi-matings himself. Besides, there was a nagging inconsistency he could not shake regarding the length of time between the schism and the births of Thranduil's second set of children. While he hated to stir more painful memories, this point must be cleared up if he would report on the Woodland folk accurately. Yet to be honest, it is my own inquisitive mind that seeks to be satisfied. "Hiril Istui (Learned Ladies), I confess my confusion has not been cancelled. If it is not indelicate to ask, why did Thranduil wait so long a time between the migration and the creation of new children?"

"We did not wait." Huneb'ell said concisely and coldly. "I have also a daughter in Aman, a child of Thranduil. She was bonded and took with her a husband and my two grand-daughters, both of whom were also wives and retreated with their husbands and a son each. That was in 2951."

"Aye, there was a resurgence of the old argument, a call to return to the way of 'decency and honour' as a means to palliate the wrath of the Valar, which the Foxes contend is justified and evinced by the reoccupation of Dol Guldur by the Nazgûl," appended Ithiloth. "Another son I lost then, too. Tharaeglir (Across the Mountain) led the migration that time."

"For Thranduil not only refused the Fox Lords' demands, he took to wife Corchrîn and soon after also wed Cùroniel," concluded Calargyll. "Our first daughter, Indomiren (Jewel of my Heart), departed with her mate, a member of Nost Lhûg-vorn (House of the Black Boa), a daughter, and one grandson with his wife also. I still have a granddaughter and her family here, however, and that cheers me greatly."

"Verily, I am at a loss for words," stammered Erestor. "I grieve for your severed families."

At this, Huneb'ell bowed her head in recognition but Calargyll shook hers emphatically.

"Nay, it is not like that. Our exiled children and kin are not in Námo's Keeping. We will be reunited when we finally journey to Aman, even as you will see your relatives there someday, Lord Erestor. Do you spend your days in sorrow while that time is yet come to pass?" queried the Councillor of Law.

"Truly, Hiril Calargyll, you are right. Many are the kin I will meet in Aman, and I do not shed tears over it but await it with anticipation. Please forgive me if I have offended," Erestor amended quickly.

"No insult was intended and I accept your condolences, even if the other wives do not see it as do I," interrupted Huneb'ell. "For me, it is indeed a great hardship both to be parted from my children and estranged from my kinfolk here in Greenwood. The Foxes have never relented and continue to foment discord over this issue even now. My youngest son and daughter are shunned by their grandfather and their cousins, suffering much ridicule from the other families still adamant about the corruption inherent in multiple bonds."

"Huneb'ell's situation is what prompted us to alter our custom once more. After observing a period of mourning following the second exodus, we held council and came to a mutual decision. As you have noted, each of us now has several children. Thus, should another time of division arrive, we will not be forced to relinquish everyone close to our hearts for the good of the realm. Some of our children must go, should the controversy flare up anew, but some will remain and we will see our grandchildren grow to maturity, producing offspring of their own." Ithiloth concluded Erestor's instruction.

There was silence for a short time as all four considered the revelations. Then Huneb'ell moved the meeting forward abruptly.

"Thus you may understand our reluctance to become involved in the affairs of outlanders. Not only are we suspicious of the hurt our people will take, we are unwilling to subject our culture to scorn for the strategy we were forced to enact to preserve our very existence. Being ostracised by one's own folk is harsh enough; from others we will not countenance it. For this reason we keep to ourselves, never venturing far from our trees."

"I do comprehend your just concerns," averred Erestor. "Yet I can say that while many will be surprised to learn of the customs here, none will disparage the silvans for them once the reasons are clearly stated. I assure you that I will personally see to it this is made completely plain and that a respectful attitude is presented to any emissaries sent beyond your borders."

"That is a rather large promise to make. How shall that be possible, for if many among our own kin will not condone these laws, how shall strangers understand and accept them?" Ithiloth pointed out.

"True, yet the majority will not be more than curious, as I was. You did not hesitate to reveal these things to me," Erestor replied.

"You are one elf, a warrior and statesman of high integrity. Should we ask you never to speak of what you have learned, we expect your sense of honour would demand respecting our wish," Huneb'ell countered. "Yet once the story is told, we can not control, nor can you, how other folk will react. Mayhap the Noldor, the Falathrim (elves of the coast, applied to those dwelling in Mithlond regardless of heritage) and the Galadhrim would find the habit unacceptable and regret this diplomacy."

"Even if that is so, not all would think thus. What harm can the mere opinions of a few narrow-minded provincials be to the Wood Elves? Are the silvans so easily swayed by the prejudices of outlanders?" Erestor pressed.

The three ladies were quiet a time, considering this, and then the Principal Councillor spoke.

"We silvans are not easily turned from our course, that is true, but that is perhaps not exactly the germ of our concern. So that is the nature of this request you bring? An exchange of ambassadors?" queried Ithiloth.

"In a manner of speaking, yes. It is more involved, however, and what the White Council proposes is a fostering between the ruling Houses of every elven realm. Each shall send their offspring to spend a set period of service in the others' lands," Erestor broached the gist of the plan straight away.

"To what purpose?" demanded Huneb'ell. "Have I not already expressed the dread of exacerbating the contention over our customs? How shall it be that I must abide a separation from my children and force them to endure censure from outlanders during their time of service? Or worse, mayhap they will heed the influence of foreign ways and return home supporting the views of other folk. Shall I then hear them scorn the estate of their mother?"

"Peace, Hervess Nelui (Third Wife)," cautioned Ithiloth. "Erestor is not advising that our children will be taught to uphold the ways of our sundered neighbours among the First-born."

"Certainly not!" he exclaimed. "That is directly opposed to the purpose of this mission. It is the wish of the White Council to promote accord and united feeling, a high degree of respect and loyalty among the various elven folk. We deem the times are darkening quickly, and it will behove us all to establish such ties ere the crisis is upon us."

"I am not against the idea, though I am wary of sending my young ones away from my side," admitted Calargyll. "The reasoning of the Council of the Wise is not without merit; we have been beset by the evil of Dol Guldur for many centuries now. If that is not an indicator of the accumulating power of the Shadow then there is none one may show. Yet for how long would the fostering be?"

"That is to be determined, once the initial request is accepted," answered Erestor. "Are you in agreement over the plan?"

"Nay, I am not. You must expound upon the benefits this exchange will produce, for the Wood Elves have no need of aid from outsiders," argued Huneb'ell. "We keep the Darkness at bay without rings of power, depending on wit, courage, and the superiority of our archers to defend Greenwood."

"And what say the Councillor of Law and the Principal Councillor?" asked Erestor, declining to point out how much of the forest was growing dark and twisted despite the silvans' heroic efforts. He hoped the other two Ladies acceptance would over-rule the Councillor of War and Defence.

"It matters not what we think individually for we must be united in opinion before consent may be granted," answered Ithiloth. "Let us hear now your justifications for the measure and its particular effects upon our world."

"We would learn what length of service has been discussed in Imladris, Lothlorien, and Mithlond also," added Calargyll, "for surely the leaders of those realms conferred on this point before sending you hither."

Thus Erestor was denied an easy victory and had to exercise the gifts in diplomacy and negotiation for which he was renowned and had been chosen for the task.

A different sort of meeting was taking place simultaneously in Thranduil's private study.

As in his wives' parlour, nearly all evidence of the stony walls and floor was concealed in this comfortable and orderly den. The room was arranged around a central hearth, composed of a tree-shaped fire-grate and chimney just like that in the Ladies' chamber. The ceiling of the cavern was not so high, however, and thus the entire space seemed more personal, which was fitting for this was Thranduil's private refuge from his many spouses, his troops' captains, the numerous nobles who sought his favour, and even his children, who could be a trial at times.

A great desk of polished walnut was set on one side and behind it were shelves of matching timber braced upon the rock. The surface of the table was neat and orderly, with the day's correspondence and various reports and agreements to be reviewed organised by level of importance and divided amid three shallow walnut wood boxes. The shelving held a great number of books and scrolls, all as carefully catalogued and as carefully maintained. The entire working area itself was set apart from the remainder of the room by a large floor rug bearing an almost austere pattern in maroons and golden thread.

The rest of the space was clearly for relaxation. The walls were covered in fair tapestries that detailed the monarch's family history and showed events from his youth and upbringing in Beleriand. The floors were covered in an overlapping pile of plush furs and rugs so that not a hint of rock showed through. Gathered in a semi-circle around the grate was a collection of comfortable seating options, including thickly padded armchairs, two long sofas, a chaise, and three large ottomans. There was even a mound of cushions suitable for sprawling out upon the floor. The need for so many available spots and means of sitting was not hard to understand given the number of family members the King might at times entertain within the cosy study.

Therein Thranduil sat on one of the couches beside the ancient elleth who had helped to raise all his children, listening to her recount of his sons' antics in the small refectory. Concern etched itself across his noble countenance in deep creases above his brows and his stern lips were turned down in disappointment.

"So they have not discarded the Yejquv (High Council), even after all this time," he groused with a shake of his head and a sigh. "What are they planning?"

"Forgive me, Lord, but you must recall that the nature of the bond between the children and their governess is nearly sacred. Even though most of them are no longer elflings, still I will not divulge their hearts unless real danger threatens them. There are surely times when you welcomed a similar covenant in your young years," reprimanded Eirien (Daisy) with a slight twinkle of a smile lighting those all-seeing slate-grey eyes. Actually, she had no idea what the siblings were plotting, for their plans had not yet advanced beyond Legolas' trial of missing breakfast.

"Indeed!" Thranduil could not suppress a chuckle over his remembrance of a prank or two he and his brothers had devised in their youth. Never had Galion betrayed them to Oropher and he could hardly expect Eirien to be less loyal. "I trust it is not too terrible, then. Yet I am worried, for Legolas is still so young to undergo this introduction into their exclusive society of havoc and mayhem."

"True, yet he feels left out and needs inclusion much more than did any of the others, considering the depth of his grief and the weight of his responsibility. Annûnfaen was not too much older when she was inducted," consoled Eirien.

"Aye, but Annûn is very precocious and smarter than any of the rest of them. They rather had a difficult time inventing a test she could not see through and circumvent even before it was begun."

"She is one of a kind, that is accurate. Yet all the older children love Legolas as dearly as do you. None will see him come to any woe, even if today's events went awry. F�rlas had no wish to make his brother suffer unduly and had prepared a suitable substitute for the porridge to keep the little one from going hungry until luncheon. Whatever scenario they create for Legolas' admittance into Yejquv (High Council) will instead tend to support his self-image and enhance his sense of place among them."

"Very well, Eirien, I will rely upon your sound judgement as I have done since Tuamdir was Legolas' age. Let no ill-fate befall him! Alert me of any changes in the direction this initiation takes."

"As you wish, Hiren. Now on the matter of the intru…that is to say, the visitors."

"Yes, what have you learned?" The King leaned toward her eagerly, hoping to gain insight into the reasons for the Noldor's journey.

"I did not seek for such information," Eirien's chastising tome deflated Thranduil's excitement somewhat. "Yet the two warriors do not know the details. One thinks troops will be exchanged, the other that only ambassadors will be established. What intrigues me is Legolas' interest. Brannon'eth (young lord) is quite fascinated with them and is spending the day in their company. I have cautioned Cugu and Toloth against revealing their union, yet perhaps it is time to speak of such matters with the Tawarwaith."

"Eirien, he is but a babe! These are not ideas he can comprehend," huffed Thranduil, surprised for the topic to arise.

"He was in their quarters this morn and observed them abed together."

"He what?" Thranduil leaped up in outrage, fully prepared to have the visitors thrown out of his lands for subjecting his innocent son to such a sight.

"Calm yourself, H�ndhuin (River Child - a nickname Oropher used for Thranduil and Eirien adopted). The pair were but sleeping in the aftermath of the feast and the fulfilment of their passion. Legolas is merely curious as to why they are forced to share a room and bed when everyone else is allowed their own chambers."

"Ah, that is a relief. Truly, Eirien, you might have made that plain." The King resumed his seat with some disgruntlement.

"I would have had you not reacted so precipitously. As I was about to explain, Legolas' mind has been enlightened by Tawar already and he has very acute hearing. He has heard all manner of talk regarding the physical qualities of various elves of both sexes. While he does not understand completely, he comprehends some elements of the bond betwixt elves."

"What? Who has been sharing such mature ideas with one so young?" demanded the irate father, rising to his feet again in response to his anger.

"Be at peace and hear my words, Aran Thranduil," admonished Eirien with a wry smile. "No one has done so deliberately. I have just remarked that Brannon Las Dithen (Little Leaf Lord) has big ears. He can comprehend speech occurring in private far from his physical location. It is usually his siblings he overhears, yet there is a tree he favours to climb in the courtyard and that overlooks the stables and the barracks. Soldiers are not given to discretion when they believe their words are not uttered in the presence of elflings."

"I see what you mean," Thranduil sheepishly sat down again. "Is my littlest one's hearing really so keen? What is his range?"

"Unknown at this time, but it is likely to increase as his years advance. He shall be quite gifted, in many ways, our Tawarwaith anu (male). Thus, do not let the discussion remain unspoken for too long, else he will draw his own conclusions and these are bound to be erroneous. Ignorance is not a blessing when such an important concept is the subject."

"Aye, yet he is so young! Let me wait a little longer; mayhap he will come to me with his questions, or to you."

"As you wish, Hiren," Eirien acquiesced with a nod of her head and rose. "Perhaps you might at least chaperone Legolas' day with the Noldor. They are good people and would not do him any harm, yet it would cheer Brannonlas' spirit to spend the day with his Ada as well." The ancient nanny was highly gratified to see her Lord's face light up with joy and a longing just as deep as she knew resided in Legolas' heart.

With a beaming smile, Thranduil followed her out of the comfortable office and headed at once for the gardens. He had no difficulty finding the adventuring trio, for Legolas was singing a praise of Greenwood to a mesmerised collection of assorted wildlife and the visiting Noldor, on the far edge of the stronghold grounds near a small outcrop of granite where the boas lived. The venerable black snake, mascot of one of Greenwood's most powerful families, was coiled up on the stone, intently listening. The King knew this song, too, and promptly added his musical baritone to the princeling's piping soprano. At the completion of the lyrics, Legolas' lilting voice ceased and he dashed toward the sound of his father's.

"Ada!" he called with evident delight, racing with as much speed as such short legs could convey him. "You are here!"

"I am here, h�n vell (dear child)," answered the King and laughed to see the flying yellow hair streaming out behind the running elfling. He crouched down to catch up the small body that leaped for him with outstretched arms, holding Legolas close as those arms wound around his neck and squeezed tight.

"I am showing our guests all the sights in the courtyard. I took them to my tree, but they said they are too old to climb in it! Have you ever heard such a thing? Even Eirien climbs amid the trees and she is ancient," the diminutive prince exclaimed.

"They are not Wood Elves like you and Eirien, Legolas," Thranduil laughed and glanced at the worthy warriors calmly awaiting their tour to continue. It was difficult to imagine them up a tree. "The Noldor elves do not spend very much time in the branches. Their homes are in the open lands where trees are grown in gardens."

"Oh! That is a shame for them; I did not know," Legolas sent his new friends a sympathetic look as he was hefted up upon his father's right shoulder.

"Do not worry over it, Legolas. We are happy on the ground," assured Cugu. "Good day to you, noble King," he added with a courtly bow.

"Suilad Aran Thranduil, you honour us with your presence." stated Toloth.

"Mae Govannen, worthy warriors," replied Thranduil. "I trust my Brannonlas Dithen has been entertaining you fittingly?" And though he tried he could not quite keep the edge of disapproval from his tone, due to Eirien's revelations. He noticed as their posture stiffened just the tiniest degree in apprehension and sighed. It was not their fault that his little son took to wandering in the early hours, invading private chambers unbidden. He gave the couple a reassuringly gracious smile to make up for the unintended censure.
"Yes, Ada, I have been very careful to leave nothing out. Cugu and Toloth will know the grounds as well as I before day's end," boasted Legolas proudly.

"Well, maybe not quite that well," laughed Cugu, doubly gladdened to note that whatever had caused the King such displeasure had been set aside. "I do not think we will ever achieve the perspective of the land you enjoy from the canopy."

"Certainly I will not!" exclaimed Toloth. "I would be very nervous in the branches with the earth so far below. I do not believe I have ever climbed into a tree."
"Not even once?" the prince was shocked.

"Nay. Yet I have been in a boat. Have you been in a boat before?" asked Toloth.

"I have not," pouted Legolas. "Ada, why have I not been in a boat?" But then suddenly a confused expression filled with pain crossed over his face like a shadow moving before the sun and he dropped his head against the King's. His Naneth had been killed by Orcs going in boats down the river, he remembered with vivid imagery he did not like to see. "Nay, I do not want to know of boats!" he cried, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

"Ai! Be at peace, ion dithen (little son). Boats themselves are not evil. We use rafts and canoes to go to and from Dale in Erebor, to trade with the Men living there. It is the purpose the boat is put to that is subject to either evil or good," murmured Thranduil, rubbing the shaking shoulder and smoothing a long caress down the bowed head. He could not help sending an exasperated glance in Toloth's direction.

The warrior felt terrible for bringing the subject up, for he had quite forgotten how the child's mother had come to be surrounded by enemies so easily. "Forgive me," he whispered and dropped his gaze to the ground. "It escaped my thoughts, the manner of your Naneth's demise."

"It is not your fault," said Legolas, lifting his eyes to Cugu's as he found Toloth's turned down. He was still sad, but at least Toloth did not pretend his mother never existed and spoke of the tragedy openly. It upset Legolas that everyone seemed to fear even to say the word 'naneth' in his hearing. "I forget sometimes, too, and she was my Naneth. You cannot be expected to recall something that is not part of your own life."

"Well said, Legolas," praised his father, just as astonished as the guests over this wisdom and its compassionate expression. "Now then, what else have you showed the warriors? Have you taken them to the training grounds and to the stables?" This query he knew would divert his child from grief.

"Nay, Ada, for I am not allowed to go in those places alone," Legolas' words were packed with excited anticipation, hoping he guessed correctly what his father would propose.

"That is right, but I am here with you now. I think it would be fitting to introduce the good soldiers from Imladris to the horses of the Wood Elves and maybe encourage them to try their skill against our warriors' in mock-combat," he said, smiling to see the sorrow depart from the elfling's face over this rare treat. Not even with his siblings as companions would Thranduil allow Legolas in the more dangerous areas of the compound, for the King tended to over-protection when it came to his youngest child.

"Yes, that would be fine, Ada!" the child replied with enthusiasm, searching the visitors' faces for signs of their approval. It was not hard to see they would give it, for they were both grinning broadly, even Toloth.

"I would welcome that, Aran arphen (noble King)," said Cugu. "We are accustomed to rigourous practice when at home and to spar against the woodland warriors is a distinct privilege."

"I agree. It is not often one has opportunity to be tested against such worthy fighters," added Toloth.

"Then it is decided," concluded Thranduil. "Yet it is nearly midday already and I have heard about the trouble over breakfast. I am thinking you all must be hungry, for that meal was interrupted."

"Aye, Ada!" exclaimed Legolas. "And Gelir packed all my favourite things for our luncheon. May we go down to the glen by the river?"

"Indeed we may, I was about to suggest that myself," answered the King and motioned for the two Noldor to accompany them as he set off down the wooded path.
Yet their plans were foiled, for the lovely glade was already occupied. The pair of elves, an elleth and ellon, were thoroughly engrossed in one another and did not heed the noisy arrival of the King's entourage, even though Legolas was chattering away incessantly and firing off questions to the visiting Noldor about the kinds of trees and wildlife found in Imladris. Upon catching sight of the couple, the child fell silent, for he was listening to the unsuspecting elves instead. He giggled and then smiled when his Adar looked up in question.

"It is Sîr," the Tawarwaith explained in a soft whisper. "He just told Tulus (Poplar) that her eyes are filled with starlight and her hair carries the scent of roses in spring time."

"Ah, they are courting," nodded Toloth sagely, matching the elfling's hushed voice. "We should grant them their privacy."

"Aye, let us not intrude," smiled Thranduil, yet could not resist another glance in the couples' direction, grinning hugely as Sîrgel stole a quick kiss and Tulus playfully slapped his arm for doing so before promptly stealing it back.

"Ugh!" groaned Legolas. "What if they do not like the taste of what each one ate for breakfast? Disgusting."

Cugu tried hard yet failed to suppress a snort of laughter, which prompted Toloth to start snickering, and even Thranduil was struggling to keep his mirth in check. Thus the group had to bolt for fear of giving away their presence and embarrassing the spooners. Once they had found a suitable place to stop further down the winding river's mossy banks, the picnic was consumed with relish and Legolas began his interrogation anew.

"What is courting, Ada?"

"Ah, that is when two elves spend time together, learning of each other in order to see if they are well-matched," replied the King concisely.

"Well-matched for what?"

"To become life mates," interposed Cugu.

"Oh, like you and Corchrîn, Ada?"

"Yes, Legolas, that is right. Sîrgel is grown up now and seeking a life-mate." Thranduil spared the Noldo warrior a warning glance for his interruption.

"Is Tulus going to move in with us soon? I hope there will be a big feast! Are they going to bring any elflings along?"

"One question at a time, pen dithen (little one)!" exclaimed the badgered father. "I do not know if those two will choose to bond with one another. We must wait and see what Sîrgel tells us. If they do become mates, then of course there will be a grand celebration.

"I doubt they will wish to live within the stronghold, however, for there is little room for expansion these days. I shall help Sîrgel make a fine talan for his dwelling. And after they have been husband and wife for a time, I am sure they will be gifted with at least one elfling, Valar willing."

"Sîr will move away? But I do not want him to do that! I will move out of the nursery and they can have those rooms."

"Nay, they will want their own space, at least for a time, where they will not be interrupted by too many callers."

"Why?"

"They will wish to spend time together privately."

"Why?"

"It is the way among newly-bonded elves, Legolas. They crave a time together, apart from others, in order to become close and know each other fully."

"What for? Why can they not learn of each other with friends and family around?"

"It is because they must decide serious things about their life together. Like whether or not to have any children," Toloth was only trying to be helpful, but received an icy glare from Thranduil for this remark.

"Oh. If they do decide to have elflings, where are they going to get them? Who gifted me to you, Ada?"

"Your Naneth, of course. Cùroniel was so happy when she learned you were to be born."

"That is good," Legolas smiled and contemplated this for a few seconds, thumb in mouth, and then his smooth brow furrowed. "Where did she find me? If Naneth did not find me, would I belong to someone else instead?"

"Nay, she did not find you, Legolas, you are our son. Your mother and I created you together. That is the only way to have an elfling born, it requires a mother and a father united by a sacred bond." Thranduil was outwardly calm yet this was not a discussion he would choose to have in the company of strangers. As it was, he could tell the warriors were enjoying the conversation entirely too much and the King feared what audience might hear of it from them later.

As for the 'talk' itself, he had hoped to put it off a bit longer. Now here was Legolas fulfilling his own requirement as stated to Eirien just an hour ago: that the child bring up the subject himself. Thranduil briefly wondered whether the range of his son's hearing had made him privy to that conversation but discarded the thought as too outlandish.

Legolas was silent again as he considered his father's words. On the one hand, he did not want Sîr to leave the stronghold, for he was often away on patrol for long periods as it was. Yet he thought it might be nice to have another elfling close by, one smaller than him, and if Sîr and Tulus must relocate to get one then perhaps he could tolerate the separation. As long as I can spend time with them I will not mind. Mayhap they will make a room in their talan just for me to stay in when I visit the babe. He decided to clarify the point.

"Will I be allowed to play with Tulus' elfling, Ada? Will it be anu or inu? What is the babe's name?"

"Of course Sîr will let you play with his child, once it is old enough. Babes are fragile at first, however, and must be carefully protected. It would not matter if the child is male or female, would it? You would love your brother's elfling either way, would you not? And how can the child have a name if it has not even been born yet?" Or even imagined! Thranduil chuckled over the continuous curiosity of his youngest, glad the questions had moved on to less delicate areas of discussion.

"Nay, I would not care which the elfling is, except that sometimes my sisters lock their doors and do not let me in, even when I knock politely. My brother's never do that."

"That is not surprising; in Imladris ladies tend to protect their privacy quite diligently also," laughed Cugu good naturedly.

"But I do not understand privacy," whined the elfling. "What does it mean? Why is it so important?"

"That is easy," opined Toloth. "Privacy is for bathing or answering the body's call of need."

"Call of need?" Legolas' confusion-scrunched face was enough to send the adults into giggles that rather offended the youngster. He sent his Ada a hurt look and folded his arms across his small chest moodily. "Why is that funny?"

"Ai, Legolas, forgive me, it is not! The expression on your face was most comical, however, and I could not help myself. What Toloth is referring to is what we call 'elimination'. Now do you understand privacy?"

"Oh," Legolas nodded vigourously and sent Toloth an exasperated look. "Why did you not say so?"

"I am sorry, Ernil Vallen (Golden Prince). I did not mean to confuse you. So do we refer to such necessities of nature in Imladris," the warrior was still lightly laughing over the misunderstanding and shook his head.

"But I still do not understand, Ada. No one bathes or eliminates in their sleeping chamber," the astute elfling observed.

"I did not say so, yet one may wish for privacy in other matters also, such as spending time with one's mate, free of interruption. Adults need time alone with each other, Legolas, it is the way of things between husbands and wives. Think of it this way: when I take you to practice tracking, you do not wish for Eirien to come along. Why is that?"

"Ai! She fusses too much! 'Mind that root, Brannonlas. Not so quickly, Legolas. That limb is too slender, Tawarwaith dithen.'," Legolas mimicked his nanny's chiming voice so well that the three adults once more fell to giggling. The elfling was pleased to see this and stored the cause away for future use.

"Exactly." Thranduil had to wipe at his tearing eyes, for he recalled having the same complaints against his tutor when he was young. "You and I understand about tracking perfectly and thus we require privacy when we hunt together."

"That makes sense, I suppose, though one cannot hunt in one's sleep either." Legolas could tell he was not going to get any clearer an explanation and sighed.

"I do not know about you, Ernil dithen (little Prince), but I am ready to see the valiant steeds of the Woodland Realm," said Cugu, rising from the ground and brushing off his clothing.

"Yes! I am ready! And then you will demonstrate fighting skills?" the elfling was on his feet at once and bouncing in eager anticipation.

"We shall," agreed Toloth as he helped Thranduil pack up the leftovers and dishes.

The rest of the afternoon was pure bliss for Legolas. He came to the conclusion that he never wanted the visitors to leave, for he had not spent an entire day with his Ada in long months, and he attributed the change to the strangers' presence. When the sparring was finished and every horse had been inspected, including those at large amid the meadows by the riverside, sunset was not far off. Legolas could not suppress a yawn, for he had slept little the previous night or the day before, and did not object when his father lifted him up upon his shoulders again. It was a long way back for such a small elf, after all.

Once returned to the stronghold, Legolas was handed off to Eirien's care amid promises to be wakened before meal time so that he could accompany his Ada to table. Almost before his head touched the pillow, the elfling was soundly sleeping as he had not done for several days.

Thus, he was completely rejuvenated and bursting with energy when he awoke of his own accord two hours later, his hunger inspiring his eagerness for dinner. He even agreed to bathe and don fresh garments at Eirien's suggestion and was neat and clean when the King came along to collect him, Corchrîn, his favourite among the wives, at his side. Annûn was there, too and Doronlas (Oak-Leaf, the younger twin.)

That made Legolas nervous, for he had promised his nanny to relate the whole story about F�rlas, who was not there due to his punishment of kitchen duty, and the tainted porridge. Yet he dearly wished not to do so and though he had spent the entire day with his father, he had been too busy enjoying their time together to bring it up. Eirien gave her small charge a pointed look to convey that she would not forget the promise and then handed the child off to his father.

"What do you think, Legolas?" Corchrîn cooed with a lovely smile as she bent down and took up his hands in hers. "We have another guest for dinner tonight."

"Oh, who it it?" Legolas found her excitement infectious and hopped up and down upon his toes.

"It is Tulus of Nost Lhûg-vorn (House of the Black Boa). Sîrgel invited her so that she might meet the rest of his family," the Raven wife answered gayly, pleased to see the child's merriment equalled hers.

"Then they will be bound together soon?" Legolas asked Thranduil, who smiled and patted the little one's golden head.

"It may well be so, for never has your brother invited any of his other ellyth friends to a family dinner. We must wait and see what he has to say about it, however, so pray do not mention bonding this evening."

"I will not," promised Legolas, happy to find one hand held by his Ada and the other by Naneth Canthui (Fourth Mother). He loved Corchrîn almost as much as he had his own mother and Eirien. He looked over his shoulder at Annûn and she smiled back.

"Are we going to make Tulus an official…sister," Legolas caught himself, for he had nearly given away the secret he was not supposed to ever mention before the parents, by decree of the Yejquv (High Council). If he could not learn to watch his words, he would never be granted full-fledged membership in Nost Othronn (House of the Cavern Fortress - a unifying clan the siblings have created for themselves that supersedes their separate family affiliations).

"She will be our sister by marriage-bond and that should be official enough," answered the Raven maiden, smiling to show she did not fault Legolas for his near slip.

"Aye, she will make a fine addition. The Boas are fierce fighters," Doronlas added, giving his little brother a wink to show he was also staunchly on the elfling's side.

Thus the family proceeded to the great refectory, a huge dining hall reserved for times when important visitors were within the city. The other wives began arriving with their various children and Erestor and his compatriots entered with Orgilion as guide. Menelfân escorted Ithiloth but Sîrgel was not present. He entered last, proudly and nervously ushering his fair guest upon his arm. He introduced Tulus formally all around, though everyone knew her well, for she was a contemporary and friend of Lothanor and Glamor, having just reached her majority a year before them.

Thus the meal began and all was well, everyone relaxing and accepting Tulus without question. The Noldor visitors provided ample avenues for interesting conversation and many were the stories of Imladris the trio told to their rapt audience.

Yet Legolas had eyes only for the elleth who seemed to have captured his brother's heart. He watched her every movement, noting even which foods she preferred. He listened to every sound she uttered, committing the pattern of her speech to his memory. So intense was his scrutiny that her gaze was drawn to him often over the course of the meal. Each time she found him staring, however, she gave him a kindly smile in return. Yet at last Sîrgel became irritated with his sibling's single-minded interest and confronted him.

"Tuiw, why are you looking so curiously at Tulus? You have seen her before many times," he said.

"Ah, Sîrgel, mayhap it is best to refrain from that line of questioning just now," Thranduil cautioned, for he had been relieved beyond expression for Legolas' silence thus far.

"I am sorry, Tulus; I did not mean to be rude," the child apologised with chagrin, lifting his huge blue eyes to hers in remorse. Well, she could no more resist that look than anyone else could, and gave him a brilliant smile in return.

"Never mind your brother, pen dithen," she said sweetly. "If you are inquisitive I do not mind at all. What is it you wish to know of me?"

"When is the babe going to be born?" asked Legolas innocently. He was horrified by the result of this question.

A second's worth of intense and profound silence was summarily shattered as all Legolas' siblings, save Sîrgel, nearly choked as they burst into howls of laughter. The Noldor warriors stifled their mirth with difficulty as Erestor glanced from them to the child to the King uneasily. The wives were exhibiting varying degrees of dismay and mortification with hands pressed over lips or against bowed foreheads. Thranduil met Sîrgel's eyes with an expression of apologetic guilt, then transferred it to Tulus in hopes of reassuring the maiden.

Sîrgel turned the colour of stewed beets while his guest became as white as summer clouds, the mirth vanishing from her eyes as her mouth dropped open in shock and her fork fell to her plate with a loud clatter. Tulus fairly jumped from her chair and bolted from the room, Sîrgel right behind her. Thus, the eldest brother was fated to miss another session of Yejquv as he attempted to mitigate his brother's unintentional humiliation of the lady he had hoped would consent to become his intended.
"Legolas!" scolded Ithiloth in fury. "That is an entirely inappropriate question to ask someone!" She rose and went to the child's seat, lifting him from the chair and carrying him away from the family.

"But Minui Naneth (First Mother)," the little one mourned, "I did not know it was wrong. Ada said they would have an elfling soon."

"Indeed, Minui, do not punish the child," huffed Corchrîn, squeezing Thranduil's hand to keep him from leaving the table as well. She knew from experience it was best not to get in Ithiloth's way where the correct upbringing of the Tawarwaith was in question. He acquiesced to her silent plea, albeit guiltily, promising himself to make it up to Legolas later in the evening.

Corchrîn's request went unheeded by Ithiloth, save for a daunting glare from the regal Silver Queen that encompassed both her husband and his Fouth Wife, and everyone could hear the elfling sobbing as he was taken back to his nursery in disgrace.

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