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From Broken Endings to New Beginnings	By : Argleena Category: -Multi-Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The following work is based on the fantasy world and characters created by J.R.R. Tolkien and I do not own them or profit from this piece of work. Original Characters are my own and marked as such (OMC, OFC).

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What has come for our dear elves in the future? Erestor gets caught!
Chapter Text
Fourth Age, Valinor
Nearly 3,000 years later
Erestor walked the halls of the newly constructed Homely House replica in Valinor. He was still getting used to the updated design, after having previously memorized every crack, dent and crevice of the old house, which was hopefully still standing steadfastly back in Middle Earth for someone to get some sort of use from. He, Glorfindel, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas, the naugrim Gimli and Elrond’s twin sons have recently sailed, after the passing on Arwen, Elrond’s youngest and only iel following Aragorn’s fall into the eternal slumber of men. While Middle Earth would always hold a special spot in their hearts, it was nice to finally arrive at their Elven Home in the West, “The Blessed Realm,” where they could truly seek peace. Erestor reflected back on a particularly fond period of time in Middle Earth. It was nearly three thousand years ago, yesterday, Erestor and Glorfindel had married in a joint ceremony alongside Lindir and Thranduil, just a few short weeks after the tragic couple had finally reunited, bonding together after a century long period of separation, heartbreak and betrayal.
Lindir was Erestor’s best friend, aside from Glorfindel (who Erestor was wedded) and Elrond (who conducted the ceremony), so there was no one Erestor would rather share the special day with than the beloved minstrel. Thranduil had also eventually begun to grow on him over the years. It was hard for Erestor not to appreciate an elf whom, according to Lindir, used some very interesting if not outside of the box interrogation methods with their detained dwarven guests who were on a certain mission to the mountains. Hmf! In Erestor’s opinion they deserved what they got. It’s not like Thranduil hurt them, just embarrassed them a bit is all. To think, those small minded dwarves gave Elrond the credit for deciphering the moon runes he, E-R-E-S-T-O-R interpreted. Erestor was still a bit salty about that all these years later. Let’s just say, some of the methods Thrandruil used didn’t make it into the history books. Elrond dubbed Erestor as “twisted,” for enjoying the games played with the hairy and vertically challenged creatures. Erestor simply called it, “not being over-fond of dwarves.” Gimli, who is in Valinor with them, Erestor found tolerable, but only because Legolas has rubbed off quite a bit of his elven ways on the Naugrim. Of course Thranduil would say the same of the dwarf on his son, with a not quite smirk/shudder/grimace. Lindir…, sweet Lindir. He simply laughs and accepts and loves all around him, especially those close to his family, and writes another song about it. The latest one is called, The Tribulations of Thranduil, Whose Son Thinks Himself Part Dwarf. It was a catchy little tune, at least some elves thought so!
So, yesterday, the former Imladrian and Las Galen elves came together to celebrate another year of bonded love, every unattached elf in attendance looking up to the two couples so happily wed, only wishing to find the same kind of everlasting love. In fact, wishing to capture some of the magic and meaning of the day, Elrohir chose to extend his long anticipated proposal to Legolas that evening. Close in age, the two elves had grown up together, inseparable from each other whenever given the opportunity to visit each other, and in later years they began to feel the tugging on their heart and souls toward each other. So, not only two wedding annuals were celebrated yesterday, now a betrothal as well. In one year time, the young couple would speak their vows in front of family and friends. It would not surprise anyone if they bonded to each other, heart and soul with their bodies, long before the year was up, in that ancient ritual performed privately between the Valar and the two elves in love.
Erestor turned down a long hallway in the massively sized house and made his way up the many steps toward the West Wing where Lindir and Thranduil were residing for a time. Painted portraits of their history lined the walls and reminded Erestor of all they had come through. This had Erestor reflecting on all that had happened in the last few millennia since he had wed to Glorfindel and Lindir to Thranduil. Flashes of memories and snippets of those chaotic days came to mind, fading in and out as fast as they came, in no particular order.
(Warning: These memories are in accordance with a slightly sarcastic Erestor’s memories. Not all events may have taken place exactly as remembered in this flashback...)
Much has happened in the three thousand years since our weddings and their renewal of love. Elrond and Celebrían had created a beautiful family, with twin boys, Elladan and Elrohir and the most beautiful little girl, Arwen, who in the end would be tragically lost to her “choice of men.” It was for the best though, she found her great love. I could not imagine trudging through the long years of immortality without my true love. Imladris fostered the line on Elendil, who was lost to us in the Great Alliance, bringing us Aragon who helped lead the world out of darkness and claimed his Kingship of Gondor with the assistance of a ragtag team consisting of a wizard, dwarf, elf, two men and four hobbits. Sauron once again rose to power. The White Council and several other secret meetings took place to discuss the rising darkness falling over Middle Earth. Kings of men came and fell, of the mortal one, too many to count. One of the river folk, Sméagol, slowly transformed into the creature Gollum. ERESTOR translated ancient dwarven moon runes, in a language long ago dead (yes I interpreted them after hours of study in the library) for a group of dwarven travelers; Elrond takes the credit later that moonlit night. Thranduil got into a scuffle with a group of dwarves (he is more like his father than he will admit to), his son Legolas became a hero. A secret and powerful ring was uncovered. Glorfindel spooked the Nazgûl Witch-king of Angmar but was then too spooked himself to give chase, and later saved the Hobbit Bilbo’s nephew by riding out to face the Nazgûl again, giving Erestor exactly four grey hairs in the process. Thranduil’s woods fell dark and were nicknamed Mirkwood accordingly and they were constantly being besieged by orcs. Shelob wanted to try a taste at Hobbit, had her meal stolen from under her nose, sneaky Hobbitses. Another Great War was fought,more death and destruction. Sauruman loses his ever loving mind, then falls to his death. Gandalf comes back from the dead and Valar help us all when Gandalf and Glorfindel get together to compare balrog stories. Great exaggeration, then fighting over whose battle was better ensues. What is it with the Valar sending back those who have killed the desecrated Ainu who had become twisted into these fiery demons only to die in the process. Nàmo probably couldn’t stand the incessant chatter about their achievement, or perhaps he wasn't too keen to be too close to one who did kill a being as powerful as an Ainu. A broken sword was rebuilt. A young girl triumphed where Glorfidel had retreated, killing the Nazgûl Witch-king and beheading the hell-hawk he rode in on. A ring was tossed into a volcano causing it to explode. A great tower and all seeing eyes collapsed in Mordor. Victory was restored to the free people of Middle Earth, however at the cost of far too many lives. Thranduil changes his wood’s name from the offensive moniker it had been dubbed with (Mirkwood) to Eryn Lasgalen, banning the use of the word Mirkwood in his presence, while Lindir just chuckles and rolls his eyes at his herven’s vanity and stubbornness. The elves all sailed, except a few stubborn ones who chose to stay and slowly fade away. A lonely looking elf is spotted from time to time by travelers in the distance, roaming the edge of the sea. Elrond often becomes quiet with contemplation at mentions of these sightings and the haunting song that is often heard accompanying the visage. A dwarf and two hobbits were granted special permission to sail to Aman. The son of an elven King forges a lifelong friendship with a mighty dwarf, said King nearly has a heart attack, a nearly impossible accomplishment for an elf. The Valar forgive and call all the elves home.
Through it all, life continued moving. Births were announced, deaths mourned, birthdays and marriages celebrated, and all the while the people of Middle Earth struggled to survive, determined in their will to carry on one day at a time. It was interesting to Erestor, to say the least, to observe the changes the passing time brings through the lens of his immortality.
Coming back to himself from his reflections, Erestor realized he was at his destination. He had reached Lindir and Thranduil’s wing in the extensive house. No one was in their rooms at the time, so he entered and set down the scrolls of music that Lindir requested. They had allegedly been composed by Daeron himself. Erestor’s high ranking status at the Great Library allowed him access to resources others did not have. Lindir will be ever so grateful for this find. As he turned to leave, a closed tome caught his eye. The journal! That was Lindir’s old journal, now full. The one Erestor had snuck into 3,000 years ago.
Lindir never did chide him in the past for snooping when he admitted to the minstrel to doing so. If fact they had never talked about it beyond Erestor’s confession. Perhaps he could take one more peek into the secretive book. Wavering only a moment Erestor grabbed the thick book from the shelf. As he opened the bindings carefully, a note slid out.
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Erestor, you old snoop, put my journal down! Go read your own if you feel the need to investigate someone’s private thoughts!
(Though I hear Glorfindel has some pretty steamy parts in his private writings… ;)
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Translation
Naugrim- elvish word for dwarf
ion- son
iel- daughter
Eryn Lasgalan- Wood of Greenleaves
herven- husband
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From Broken Endings to New Beginnings