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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).

Chapter List
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Erestor discovers Lindir’s secret journal and skims through to reveal a clearer picture of Lindir’s past life.
Late Second Age, Greenwood
Third Age, 109, Imladris
Erestor hurried to Lindir’s room, hoping to find a sign of what happened. More than likely he had collapsed from exhaustion is what the counselor guessed, but he did not want to bypass anything, especially when the fair-haired elf had been acting so strangely that day. He lit candles throughout the room. Nothing appeared to be out of place. He noticed the bedcovers a bit rumpled, as if Lindir had been sitting on top of them. Giving one more turn around the room, Erestor did notice one more thing on the desk. It was Lindir’s journal. Never had Erestor seen the journal sitting out in his visits with the minstrel. Whenever Lindir did have it out, it was always tightly in hand, never out of his guard. Maybe this book held the answers as to what was ailing his dear friend. But no, he could never! He would be furious if anybody, even his dear Glorfindel, were to sneak a peek into his private journal. Then again, Erestor had never been one to turn down an interesting read. His hand wavered back and forth several times before he picked up the book. As he skimmed through the entries, he certainly did find the journal interesting, even enlightening. Erestor skimmed through many passages, such as these:
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Today is my 50th Begetting day! I have finally reached my majority. I thought I would feel different, but not much has changed since yesterday. Ada y nana presented me with this beautiful leather bound journal. I intend to write in it every day! This is my favorite thing from my begetting day… we’ll except for the fact that the prince attended my celebration! Of course as courtesy, the royal family was invited to all celebrations, but who’d have thought that Prince Thranduil would attend MY majority celebration! I am but a lower scribe and minstrel in training, the son of a lower counselor and elfling minder, yet the Prince was very gracious and seemed to pay me many compliments. I fear that I shall never wipe this silly smile off my face.
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The King has declared that all youth that have reached their majority and older must spend one year in training with the guard. The woods grow more and more perilous each year that passes. I am unused to such physical exertion and trying to lift, let alone wield a sword properly leaves me fumbling clumsily over myself. I absolutely despise these lessons, that is until he appeared at archery practice today. He stood closely behind, whispering instructions into my ear, straightening my posture with his hands. As he said goodbye to head to his training, his hand seemed to linger upon mind. I have to keep reminding myself that I am over exaggerating. Of course the fair Prince could not be interested in one as young and ordinary as me.
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I received a note today, delivered from the royal butler. It was a note from the Prince! He has invited me for a private dinner and walk under the stars tonight. I must have read the note a hundred times. My heart is fluttering out of control. I hope I am not mistaking myself and getting my hopes up for nothing, for many nights have I dreamed about our beautiful prince, desperate for a touch of his strong hand, aching for a kiss from his luscious lips…
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Erestor pulled open a slip of paper, one of many tucked throughout the journal, and there it was indeed. The invitation from Thranduil, preserved through the centuries. He continued through the journal.
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My first kiss! Ah and it was lovely. Everything and more than my fellow minstrels have sung about. Thranduil has said he wishes to court me. He is so much older, so much more experienced, yet not one part in me has the mind to tell him no, in fact I veritably vibrate with sensation when I am near him. Oh, how I am filled with joy.
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Today, my love, that is what I call him in my mind, for I am in love with him, and I are going on a trip to what he calls his special place in the woods. We both have the day available to spend in the company of one another. While we are both always busy, Thranduil always makes time for me when he is home, even if it is just a few stolen kisses in passing on the way to our duties. Today, however, is special. It will be our first full day together. We will meet shortly after sunrise and do not have to return until after dark. I will cherish this day and the time spent with the one my heart calls for.
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Today I received flowers after a performance I put on with my fellow musicians. All the time he is giving me gifts, sweet kisses and notes that speak of his affection to me. His eyes speak of his love for me. I fear I have grown desperately attached to my cunning prince. His beauty is unrivaled, both inside and out. While we have not come out publicly with our relationship, or secret smiles, heated glances and time spent in each other’s company give us away. I am so very happy!
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Ada y nana have come to me with news today. They will be sailing in one months time. The years they have spent in the strife of Middle Earth have taken its toll on them and with the growing evil infecting our once great forest, they feel the time for some rest and peace has come. Gildor and his wanderers have been visiting for the winter, a small group will head to The Havens once spring hits. My parents will be among them. They have begged me to come with them, but I can’t. Not when I have just found my reason for living, my greatest love. I will miss them dearly, but I just need to think of this as the beginning of my own great new adventure.
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Ada and nana left today. Nana pulled me aside with a word of warning, uttering a cautionary message about my budding romance with Thranduil, thinking I will find myself alone and with my heart broken. Of course she would think so. One would never think that one of the Prince’s station could fall for a lowly copy scribe and junior minstrel. But she does not know our hearts, the way we burn for each other. All I could do was leave her my best assurances. Thranduil was there beside me as they rode away, plying me with words of comfort and love and kissing the tears away. He has never had to say it aloud before for me to know what was in his heart, but today he did say those precious words aloud as he held me close that evening. Gi melin my songbird he whispered quietly to me.
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My relationship with Thranduil grows stronger as each day passes. His passionate kisses are no longer enough for me. I try to press for more, run my hands through his silky hair, press small kisses along his jaw and neck. He always stops me before my hands can wander too far. He says it is because I am young, because he does not want to push me too fast, but I can see the desire in his eyes. Soon! Soon I will make him mine. I am no longer an elfling just past majority. I am now 275 and we have loved each other for over 200 years. I am more than ready to give myself over to my courageous Prince.
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I cannot believe it! Although, several have told me it’s true, it just won’t sink in. They are dead. My ada y nana are dead, killed by orcs on their journey to the Havens. Left to rot in the forest for months. Those wretched creatures. I have spent the evening wailing out my grief. He sits next to me. Holding me. Comforting me by just being there as I grieve. What a dark and terrible place this world can be. My love shall be my light through it all.
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It amazes me how patient and caring my beloved can be. This past year had been difficult, yet he has stayed with me, loved me, comforted me and put up with me in my darkest times. Even during the weeks after my parents death, when I did not want to get out of bed, he was there with me, supporting me and loving me The whole time. I know he is the one my soul was meant for. He not only cherishes me at my brightest, but also when I am so low there are bags under my eyes and my hair clings in limp strings from lack of wash. He is precious to me and it was his love that pulled me from my hole of mourning and self-pity.
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I am learning to appreciate the simple beauty of the flowers again. Food tastes appetizing once more and I once again love to lift my face to Arien’s rays to feel their warmth upon my skin. Nothing compares however to the sight of a smile on my lover’s face, whispered words of I love you and the lingering touch of his palm upon my check. He kisses me goodbye and heads out on a mission his father, the King has sent him and some of his best guards on. He could be gone for quite some time, I shall cherish these final moments before he left, they will keep me warm in the chill of his absence, hopeful in my despair over this mission.
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I write, day in and day out to distract me from his absence. I write music, write in my journal, write my scribework meticulously as the days drag by. How is it when we are together the time flies quickly on bird wings, but when separated crawls as slow as a slug. I will continue to write until he returns home. If he does not return home soon there will be over a hundred compositions of love and valor penned about my dear lover, many of which are written for his ears only.
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I comforted my lover as he once comforted me. He returned this morn, not to trumpet bells and tunes of victory, but with alarm bells, and dead and wounded. It had been a dangerous and treacherous two years they had been gone. With their mission complete and all still alive at that point in time, they headed home a fortnight ago only to be besieged by Orc’s just before reaching the secret pass. Almost all in their group of 20 suffered some form of injury, including my dear one with a broken wrist and several stitches on his injured arm and left leg. Others, however, were more grievously injured, with 5 of the warriors passing, while one other lost part of his leg, and another his arm at the elbow. One more was clinging to life as a spear had passed through his abdomen. The healers were working furiously to save them. That evening my love sat stoic and quiet. I could see the despair dripping from his eyes. He blamed himself for this mess, he was supposed to lead the group and he led them into danger. Despite constant reassurance from others it was not his fault, it was the fault of the evil ones, he still blamed himself and grieved inside.I understood though. He would need time. Time to forgive himself, time to accept what happened, and most importantly, time to mourn the elves that were lost and maimed who were like brothers to him. I will hold him and be with him through as many nights that he needs, offering him my silent support. Don’t the others see, it is not words of reassurance he needs right now, so I will go now and sit quietly with him, be his strength for as long as he needs me, be there through every sleepless night and malicious nightmare that comes his way.
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I saw tears run silently down his face finally today. Nearly a month after that disastrous patrol. He held so much anger and grief Inside and had closed himself off inside, even to me. That is okay, I was willing to wait for him. He sees tears as a weakness, but I see them for what they are, a needed release. Finally, this morning, in the murky light of the false dawn, the tears came, running down his face. I remained curled up close by his side, and I have grown used to sleeping by his side for some time now. Others may gossip, but I know I am there to offer him comfort and nothing more right now, until that point where he returns back to himself and truly taking in life again. I simply wipe the hot tears away and just remained there in the moment with him. Before he rose to ready for the day I was rewarded with a small smile from him. Everything is going to be just fine.
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So many things to do, so little time! It is time for spring festival arrangements to be made. Usually Lord Nostar directed the arrangements for this celebration, however Chief Advisor Lord Nostar and his wife, Lady Tucagwathiel were absent as the lady had just given birth to a daughter, young Lady Erdolliel. So many additional responsibilities I have become in charge of. It is actually quite thrilling to have such an important role in the planning. I just hope I do not screw anything up. Maybe then those who whisper in the corners will see, I can be worthy of my fair prince and the responsibilities of the higher ranking.
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It was a wonderful evening full of delicious food and lively entertainment. Months of planning paid off! I got to spend my evening enjoying the fruits of my labor, reveling in the song and dance with my love and performing some as well. The food was decadent and wine the highest quality Dorwinian. This night couldn't have been better. Things changed when he came to me for bed after staying at the festivities later than I had in the company of his father and his advisors. His face had lost much of its jubilant expression and I could sense hints of anger and frustration in his emerald green eyes. Despite assuring me all was well, I could tell something still bothered him, but he soon chased away any misgivings with his passionate kisses, his tongue sliding deliciously against mine, one hand tangled in my mussed up locks, the other running over my chest, sides, and stomach, creating wonderful goosebumps of delight. Soon, very soon, we will share our hröar and fëar together and become as one.
Erestor continued to flip through the pages of Lindirs journal, skimming passages here and there, piecing together a rough sketch of Lindir’s young adult years before he found him that dismal day during the war. He could not stop reading and hungered for more of this fascinating story that gave him a new perspective on his young friend’s life. It also explained a good many things about Lindir and answered many questions Erestor had left unspoken regarding his dear friend. No longer holding a hesitant regard toward the well used tome, Erestor dove back into Lindir’s story. He was more than halfway to the mysterious strip of leather marking what Erestor assumed was an important turning point in his life.

Translations
ada y nana- father and mother
gi melin- I love you
hröar- body
fëar- soul
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