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A grand feast
Chapter one a grand feast
Thranduil sighed and looked over the trees longingly. Tomorrow he would see his son again.
He smiled at the concerned elves staring up at him and was grateful. This feast was their idea. He knew they thought of it to make him hapbut but he felt it would make the others happy as well.
/But why did I agree to inviting those Peredhil? Not to mention that mortal king and the Dwarf./ He sighed again. /But I will suffer in silence. They are Legolas’ friends and therefore should be here./
He knew Legolas would not be the only one to arrive tomorrow. Aragorn and Elrond with their entourage as well. And Legolas would bring the other Ithilien elves with him and he strongly believed what rested of ‘Lóriën would come as well. Though many have travelled to Valinor with Galadriel, many more have stayed at Celeborn’s side.
After one more longing look he jumped down and returned to his duty to make sure everything was in order.
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A week ago.
Aragorn grinned at Arwen’s antics. “Really, love, we will not arrive any sooner than we will. We have agreed to travel with Celeborn, remember. So even if we are early we’d have to wait for him at the meeting point.”
Arwen sighed and nodded. “I’m just eager to see them all again and I wonder how Legolas is doing.”
Aragorn frowned. “Why?”
Arwen shrugged. “I don’t know, but I sense something’s wrong with him.”
Aragorn smiled. “Don’t worry. The war changed him. He nearly died, Arwen, and the wound still pains him, I think.”
Arwen sighed and sat down. “Still, it is strange he survived at all. From what you’ve told me he should have died. Father thought me enough about wounds and medicine for me to know that.”
Aragorn nodded. He never spoke it but he had thought exactly the same. He did not understand it and part of him wondered if the elf had briefly wandered Mandos’ Halls.
He walked down the stairs. “I’m going to check on the horses. We shall leave tomorrow. Not before, but not later either.”
Arwen smiled and nodded. “I’m grateful Thranduil invited adar and my brothers as well. Imladris must be lonely now.”
Aragorn sighed. “Aye, many have travelled to Valinor. But there are plenty that remain. And I know your grandfather is thinking of moving there. There are enough trees in Imladris and together they would become a force to reckon with.”
Arwen watched him walk away before she walked back inside, her heart heavy with worry for her family and friends. /We’ve won the war, but at what price? Too many of our kin have made the journey. Itilien and Mirkwood have to join Imladris in order to remain./
Her eyes lit up. /But maybe they can all journey to Ithilien? Its beauty can compete with Imladris and there are trees enough as well./ She smiled and decided to take it up with the rulers.
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Glorfindel smiled as he watched the valley. They would depart for Mirkwood soon and he and Elrond were ushered out of the way by Erestor, who made the last minute preparations. “What do you say, Elrond? Will we see it back?”
Elrond sighed. “I know not, Glorfindel. Part of me wishes it while another part of me hopes we leave forever.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Too many dark memories here. Maybe Legolas will welcome our company in Ithilien? We could build a new homely house.”
Elrond smiled. “And he would surely welcome the change to hand over government to an old elf like me.”
He grinned. “One problem though.” Glorfindel narrowed his eyes and Elrond smiled. “Erestor would never agree. And I’m not going anywhere without him.”
“Are you two lovers or something?”
Elrond shook his head. “Nay, but we go back a lony, Gy, Glorfindel, and none know me like he does. We need each other.” /And I have to make sure his suffering doesn’t grow. I still wonder what happened to ice him up./
Together they watched the twins prepare the horses for their journey to Mirkwood. A lot of their former happiness has returned and both elder knew it was Erestor who returned it. The counsellor has kept a watchful eye on the twins even if they were away. It has been him to steer their anger into the right direction.
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Celeborn smiled at his trusted friends and sighed happily. Not one moment has he regretted staying behind. He knew Galadriel would have stayed as well had the ring not exhausted her. Perhaps in time she would return or they would eventually sail but for now it did not matter.
“Don’t look so troubled, Haldir. We are making good time and should meet with Aragorn and Arwen soon and travel to Thranduil together.”
Haldir nodded but his expression didn’t change. “So much has changed in just a few days, my lord. We have defeated the dark forces, but it feels like we’ve lost.”
Celeborn moved his horse closer to Haldir’s and placed his hand on the Warden’s arm. “I know, Haldir. Never before have we had to say goodbye to so many of our kin.” He smiled ruefully. “We are truly scattered now. Imladris and ‘Lóriën are ghosts of their former selves and Thranduil’s lot is divided between Mirkwood and Ithilien.”
He paused and looked at the sky. “It might become too dangerous to remain.”
Haldir looked at him. “We made our choices and now we are forced to Valinor none the less. It isn’t fair.”
Celeborn shook his head. “There is an alternative, Haldir. We could all abandon our realms and build a new one together.” Seeing Haldir’s eyes he grinned. “But don’t ask me where. And that too might come with too much trouble: which ruler will rule there?”
He smiled and urged his horse into speed. He sensed Arwen and Aragorn were close.
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Thranduil took one last look in the mirror and then determinedly strode down the corridors; on his way to greet his visitors.
They would all arrive from different angles and four welcoming parties had been pulled together, but Thranduil knew he would have to run like a madman from one to the other. /I’m grateful Legolas is the last to arrive. He will not mind my panting./
Elrond would come first andeboreborn and Aragorn after that. He smiled, realising those two rode together; it would save him a walk. /All right, let’s welcome them. And talk about the future tonight./
TBC
Thranduil sighed and looked over the trees longingly. Tomorrow he would see his son again.
He smiled at the concerned elves staring up at him and was grateful. This feast was their idea. He knew they thought of it to make him hapbut but he felt it would make the others happy as well.
/But why did I agree to inviting those Peredhil? Not to mention that mortal king and the Dwarf./ He sighed again. /But I will suffer in silence. They are Legolas’ friends and therefore should be here./
He knew Legolas would not be the only one to arrive tomorrow. Aragorn and Elrond with their entourage as well. And Legolas would bring the other Ithilien elves with him and he strongly believed what rested of ‘Lóriën would come as well. Though many have travelled to Valinor with Galadriel, many more have stayed at Celeborn’s side.
After one more longing look he jumped down and returned to his duty to make sure everything was in order.
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A week ago.
Aragorn grinned at Arwen’s antics. “Really, love, we will not arrive any sooner than we will. We have agreed to travel with Celeborn, remember. So even if we are early we’d have to wait for him at the meeting point.”
Arwen sighed and nodded. “I’m just eager to see them all again and I wonder how Legolas is doing.”
Aragorn frowned. “Why?”
Arwen shrugged. “I don’t know, but I sense something’s wrong with him.”
Aragorn smiled. “Don’t worry. The war changed him. He nearly died, Arwen, and the wound still pains him, I think.”
Arwen sighed and sat down. “Still, it is strange he survived at all. From what you’ve told me he should have died. Father thought me enough about wounds and medicine for me to know that.”
Aragorn nodded. He never spoke it but he had thought exactly the same. He did not understand it and part of him wondered if the elf had briefly wandered Mandos’ Halls.
He walked down the stairs. “I’m going to check on the horses. We shall leave tomorrow. Not before, but not later either.”
Arwen smiled and nodded. “I’m grateful Thranduil invited adar and my brothers as well. Imladris must be lonely now.”
Aragorn sighed. “Aye, many have travelled to Valinor. But there are plenty that remain. And I know your grandfather is thinking of moving there. There are enough trees in Imladris and together they would become a force to reckon with.”
Arwen watched him walk away before she walked back inside, her heart heavy with worry for her family and friends. /We’ve won the war, but at what price? Too many of our kin have made the journey. Itilien and Mirkwood have to join Imladris in order to remain./
Her eyes lit up. /But maybe they can all journey to Ithilien? Its beauty can compete with Imladris and there are trees enough as well./ She smiled and decided to take it up with the rulers.
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Glorfindel smiled as he watched the valley. They would depart for Mirkwood soon and he and Elrond were ushered out of the way by Erestor, who made the last minute preparations. “What do you say, Elrond? Will we see it back?”
Elrond sighed. “I know not, Glorfindel. Part of me wishes it while another part of me hopes we leave forever.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Too many dark memories here. Maybe Legolas will welcome our company in Ithilien? We could build a new homely house.”
Elrond smiled. “And he would surely welcome the change to hand over government to an old elf like me.”
He grinned. “One problem though.” Glorfindel narrowed his eyes and Elrond smiled. “Erestor would never agree. And I’m not going anywhere without him.”
“Are you two lovers or something?”
Elrond shook his head. “Nay, but we go back a lony, Gy, Glorfindel, and none know me like he does. We need each other.” /And I have to make sure his suffering doesn’t grow. I still wonder what happened to ice him up./
Together they watched the twins prepare the horses for their journey to Mirkwood. A lot of their former happiness has returned and both elder knew it was Erestor who returned it. The counsellor has kept a watchful eye on the twins even if they were away. It has been him to steer their anger into the right direction.
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Celeborn smiled at his trusted friends and sighed happily. Not one moment has he regretted staying behind. He knew Galadriel would have stayed as well had the ring not exhausted her. Perhaps in time she would return or they would eventually sail but for now it did not matter.
“Don’t look so troubled, Haldir. We are making good time and should meet with Aragorn and Arwen soon and travel to Thranduil together.”
Haldir nodded but his expression didn’t change. “So much has changed in just a few days, my lord. We have defeated the dark forces, but it feels like we’ve lost.”
Celeborn moved his horse closer to Haldir’s and placed his hand on the Warden’s arm. “I know, Haldir. Never before have we had to say goodbye to so many of our kin.” He smiled ruefully. “We are truly scattered now. Imladris and ‘Lóriën are ghosts of their former selves and Thranduil’s lot is divided between Mirkwood and Ithilien.”
He paused and looked at the sky. “It might become too dangerous to remain.”
Haldir looked at him. “We made our choices and now we are forced to Valinor none the less. It isn’t fair.”
Celeborn shook his head. “There is an alternative, Haldir. We could all abandon our realms and build a new one together.” Seeing Haldir’s eyes he grinned. “But don’t ask me where. And that too might come with too much trouble: which ruler will rule there?”
He smiled and urged his horse into speed. He sensed Arwen and Aragorn were close.
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Thranduil took one last look in the mirror and then determinedly strode down the corridors; on his way to greet his visitors.
They would all arrive from different angles and four welcoming parties had been pulled together, but Thranduil knew he would have to run like a madman from one to the other. /I’m grateful Legolas is the last to arrive. He will not mind my panting./
Elrond would come first andeboreborn and Aragorn after that. He smiled, realising those two rode together; it would save him a walk. /All right, let’s welcome them. And talk about the future tonight./
TBC