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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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After receiving shocking news, where oh where did Lindir go?
Third Age, 109
Imladris
Thranduil?” Lindir queried shakily. Ah huh, what?... Did he… send some kind of hostile message?”
“No mellon-nin. He is here!” Erestor cried, sinking to his knees, face in hands.
Those words placed Lindir into a temporary state of shock. He stood frozen, face pale, feeling as if the life were draining out of him. Shakily, Lindir choked out, “What do you mean he is here?”
“I mean he is here! Word was sent that a party of 20 guests and 20 guards from Greenwood approached and crossed the inner borders an hour ago and shall be arriving in the courtyard within the half-hour,” Erestor began to exclaim, a tiny tic beginning to twitch above the frenzied counselors left eye.
“W-w-what. Well, uh, I mean w-w-w-hy are they here. We had no word that they would be coming,” Lindir stammered.
“Apparently the border guards sent word that the royal family and members of the court would be attending the ceremony. After years of animosity, they chose this occasion to start building a bridge of communication with Imladris and in turn by this wedding (which would merge Imladris with Lothlórien), with The Golden Wood as well. The only problem is WE DID NOT RECEIVE THEIR RESPONSE AND THEREFOREWEDONOT HAVEANYWHERE TOHOUSETHEM!!!” Erestor began shouting and his words strung together.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Erestor continued, “this will look very bad if we appear to offer our guests insult by not having rooms available for lodgings or seats available at the week full of celebrations and wedding. They have come to offer to build a peace with us and it could all be destroyed. Elrond has worked very hard to establish a deeper relationship between the two realms, and this could ruin everything. And at such a time that is to be so joyous to boot!”
Stille shaken to the core by the knew that Thranduil and company were really there, in person, in Imladris and just minutes away, Lindir could only listen with mouth hanging agape and knees trembling as Erestor gave his instructions. “I will contact the appropriate staff to inform them of our new visitors and have adjustments made to seating arrangements, meals, and other logistics. I need you, my dear boy, to handle the most important matter at the moment, finding housing for Thranduil and company.”
Taking in a deep breath intended to calm, Erestor continued at a rapid-fire pace, “There is plenty of room in the barracks for the guards, I will take care of them and have some of the trainees set out cots, bedding and refreshment for them. I need for you to make room in the house for the royal family as befits a royal visitor, with a servant quarter available for the young Legolas’ nanny. His Seneschal Galion and another manservant called Arphenion, also need servants quarters near theKing, they can share if need be. At least three other rooms will be required for closest members of court, Lord Nostar and Lady Tucagwathiel in one, Lady Sanya, Lord Hérion and their elfling in another and Lady Authuel and Lord Bellrauthien in another. That leaves eight more guests, two families, each with one elfling, and two individuals, who may share a room with separate beds if necessary. For the remaining visitors, please try to find housing in the main house or with a villager that has space available in their dwelling. I would say to keep them as close together as possible, but with the limited space just do the best that you can. If you must move other guests to accommodate, you may, but try and keep that to a minimum and try to avoid jostling about our more esteemed guests (lords, ladies, nobles etc).
The entire time Erestor spoke, Lindir’s head was buzzing and vision was going white. He was sweating and trembling. How he understood even half of what Erestor was instructing him was a miracle. “This is a disaster! What am I to do?” Lindir despaired in his mind. Mouth dry and stomach doing flips, Lindir gave all he had not to fall over.
Thinking he had shocked and scared his assistant and close friend, Erestor patted Lindir’s pack gently and said, “There, there. Do not take my fretting and worries to heart. You certainly look a fright. Do not trouble yourself so! I have full faith in you to accomplish this task in an expedited manner.” With that Erestor handed Lindir the Greenwood guest list and bolted out the door onto his next matter of business in solving this crisis.
As soon as Erestor left his room, Lindir collapsed back into an armchair. Old feelings and fears began to creep out of long locked cages within him and Lindir shook with trepidation. If merely the thought of the Greenwood party and the one who had broken him could cause this type of panic and these feelings, how would Lindir survive a week or two under their very presence. Breathing deeply and forcing his body and mind to calm, Lindir stood mechanically and began to do as Erestor instructed him to do. He was already losing control of his sanity, he could feel himself falling into his sadness, grief and terror, he could not stand to add failing his friend at his duty on top of that.
Lindir reviewed the guest plans and arranged for rooms for their additional guests within the house, aided greatly by Saelbeth and Melpomaen, who volunteered their rooms and made to camp out for a couple of weeks in the scribe Lothvaen’s rooms. He then moved one of the Lothlórien nobles to a room with one of his comrades to make room for the King and Queen and their son. They had a couple of small guest rooms made available by partnering up some other servants staying in the home and managed to fit all who needed to be in the main Homely House. He updated all maids and personnel to whom the information was pertinent to the room changes. Rainantien, a smith with a wife and five elflings who had gone to visit her family for the next two months offered their large house. While it wasn’t the closest to the main house, it was a large dwelling with space enough to keep the remaining guests all together, under one roof.
Those that came across Lindir at his task had to do a double-take. He moved woodenly and with a blank stare and face cleared of emotion. He spoke in a mechanical method and just did not appear to be his effervescent and usually graceful self. Many just put it up to the fair minstrel being overworked. While naturally sporting a lithe figure with an ivory complexion, he now appeared wan and brittle. His hair, usually infused with a silvery essence now hung dully in limp strings about his face. Whispered concern for the over-taxed minstrel drifted throughout the residents of the hidden valley. Indubitably these whispers would eventually reach Erestors ears through Glorfindel who had heard them from some of his guards.
Erestor felt concerned for the minstrel and would try and check upon him during or after dinner. He had been very busy today and besides his brief and frenzied visit regarding their unexpected visitors earlier, he had not since then seen him. Lindir had also made a couple of small mistakes when attending to his task earlier. The diligent assistant never made errors in his assignments and Erestor became concerned that Lindir had been overworked or that something was very wrong. He hoped his good friend was not becoming ill of suffering exhaustion again.
Dinner that evening was to be one of many feasts presented to honor the guests of the realm. The most esteemed guests such as Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, King Thranduil and his Queen, and Círdan were seated at the main table with Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían. While Erestor and Glorfindel maintained their usual seats at the table, many of the high ranking advisors and members of Elrond’s homes had been moved to other seating to make room for the honored guests. While Erestor had not moved Lindir’s normal seating arrangement from by his side, it appeared as if he had volunteered to remove himself from the main table as now he had Galdor, consort and chief advisor to Lord Círdan at his left side. Erestor found this quite unusual for Lindir to give up his spot, for although Lindir was a very gracious and humble elf, he was very proud of the position he held at the table and in Elrond’s home.
Erestor began to subtly scan the crowd for the unaccounted for minstrel, when he inadvertently ended up following Thrandil’s wide eyed gaze across the floor to a table near the back of the meal hall seating several members of the musical and theater guilds, directed at a break in the crowd to the very minstrel he had been searching for. An inner reaction flashed deep in the King’s eyes, filled with a mysterious emotion, that was just as quickly gone as the king had directed his attention to Lady Galadriel to his right who was relaying tales of Celebrían’s youth to the table. Erestor glanced back toward Lindir with a thoughtful look on his face, but the evasive elf could not be seen through the great crowd of feast attendees again.
The dinner carried on without a hitch, and as the elves in the dining area finished their decadent meals and desserts, they began moving to the Hall of Fire, where dancing, music, and entertainment were to be provided. One plate at a table in the back, however, remained as full as when it was served, as If the one it had been set before hadn’t eaten a drop. In the Hall, a group of minstrels started playing an upbeat tune to get the dancing started. Erestor searched all around the hall, looking for Lindir. He should be on the stage now as well, but was nowhere to be seen. When he questioned the fellow minstrels on a short break they said Lindir had excused himself from the activities that night and left Maetherion, a long established musician and loremaster in charge of the evening’s entertainment. Erestor was shocked. Lindir never delegated his responsibilities of head minstrel. What was going on. He quickly did a check around the Hall of Fire and checked in with the servants to be sure all was going to plan and was on his way to seek out Lord Elrond so he could excuse himself so that he could go seek out the errant assistant. Before he could find his Lord, however, his Lord found him. He asked if Erestor would be so kind as to escort Queen Erdolliel in a dance and tour of the gardens located just outside of the Hall, which was open for guests to wander and catch a breath as well.
Erestor could not refuse his Lord’s request and went to take the lady’s arm to escort her, as any proper gentle-elf would, when he received a smack from his hand from the lady’s fan. “I don’t know where you were raised Noldo, to think you would just touch a Queen such as myself without asking permission,” the Queen screeched. Thranduil and Elrond both shot Erestor apologetic and pleading looks.
“Very curious,” thought Erestor. “First Thranduil occupies hours of Elrond’s time earlier today in a closed door meeting, now this.” In his mind Erestor rolled his eyes and let out a long-suffering sigh. He turned back to Erdolliel and with a bow said, “My apologies my lady.” He then extended his arm and said, “if it would so please you, may I escort you to the dance floor and then for a tour of our gardens.” He silently begged in his mind that no, that would not please her, but instead she acquiesced, barely touching his arm as if it offended his sensibilities. For the next hour he escorted the abrupt and rude lady around the Hall and gardens. He could not believe the audacity of the lady, making snide comments to and about others all around her and treating him as if he were the dirt beneath her feet. He was overwhelmed with relief when Elrond returned and he could return the insulting Queen back to Thranduil.
Erestor then leaned over to whisper to his Lord that he had some business to attend to and that he would return to him and their guests as soon as possible. He hurried out of the hall and in search of his dear friend who had gone missing. Erestor ran around the House, checking their offices and the music rooms. He checked several of Lindir’s favorite spots for a break with no success in finding his target. He finally made his way to Lindir’s rooms, however there was no light apparent from under the door and the room was locked. Erestor ran quickly to his room to grab his spare key, returning swiftly, but not expecting to find anybody in the dark room. To his utter shock and horror he found the missing minstrel after lighting a lamp and candles, laying cold and unconscious on the floor.
Erestor scooped up the feather light elf and rushed to the healing halls. Once he placed Lindir in the hands of the healer on duty he sent a servant to discreetly fetch Lord Elrond and to give Glorfindel a note for him, asking for Glorfindel to see to the festivities and to make Elrond’s excuses for being absent temporarily. Elrond came quickly and wore a face full of concern at seeing Lindir so still, pale and cold. He sent Erestor out of the room so he could concentrate and work. Erestor decided to pay a visit back to Lindir’s rooms to investigate what caused his friend to become this way.

Translation
Mellon-nin- my friend

Names
Nostar- name meaning of noble birth
Tucagwathiel- name meaning shadowy portrait
Sanya-name meaning rational
Authiel- name meaning battle maiden
Hérion- name meaning chief
Bellrauthien- name meaning strong as a lion
Arphenion- name meaning honor
Rainantian- generous gift
Lothvaen- name meaning beautiful flower
Galdor- name meaning Lord of light
Maetherion- Name meaning Eloquent
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