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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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Lindir follow Thranduil to war and records the horrors. Even the darkness of war effects Lindir as his entries focus on less of the joys of love and more on the wrath of war.
End of Second Age, Greenwood & The War of the Last Alliance- The Battle at Dagorlad
Third Age, 109, Imladris
Erestor continued on in his reading of Lindir’s journal, being drawn into Lindir’s history and past, feeling a sense of foreboding as to what he would eventually discover based on where and what condition he found this elf in just over a century ago.
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Today Thranduil and I came across one of the Queen's maids out in the back gardens this evening. She was 11 months and three weeks with child and very obviously in labor. Apparently she had been feeling restless and decided to take a stroll. She then began experiencing quick and aggressive labor pains and could not get back to the caves. I stayed with the frightened maid as Thranduil ran to fetch a healer as well as her husband, who was one of the guards on duty in the palace. The labor progressed quickly and the healers barely made it in time to deliver, her husband arriving just moments too late. I held her hand throughout the process, murmuring soothing words and trying to bring her comfort and distract her from some of the pain. I saw the miracle of the birth of that tiny elfling. It was so beautiful. Thranduil did not seem so pleased to be witness to the process, and once the healers had everything under control, we picked ourselves back up and journeyed in back to Thranduil’s rooms for the evening. He doesn’t seem to care for children overmuch, which is fine by me, as that is the one thing I cannot give him. It is always the best of nights when I get to sleep in the arms of my love, and with no sounds of a crying babe in the next room to top it off.
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It has been 350 years since that first day that Thranduil kissed me. I am glad to have this record to look back upon and remind me of all my wonderful memories and milestones with my beloved. It is my begetting day in four days. I think Thranduil has something special planned for me. He has been hiding something from me and been extra quiet and sneaky and lately, but still as loving towards me as ever when we get settled in together. I wonder what he has planned.
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It was a wonderful birthday surprise. The only thing that I wish is that my lover could have been there with me. He had arranged for my friends and fellow musicians and thespians to hold a party with delicious food, heady wine, jolly music and many gifts. Not to mention my favorite honey cake. Thranduil was supposed to be there, but was called away at the last moment by the King’s strategic advisor to investigate suspicious activity in the forest by the borders with a group of guards. I understand that this is a part of his duties, I just don’t see why HE of all people had to lead the surprise patrol TODAY, when there were dozens of competent captains that could surely go.
He made it up to me after he returned early in the morn, waking me with kisses and heated touches. His hands and mouth gliding, touching, sucking, all over me, to bring pleasure to me while he sought nothing in return, saying today was all about me. He presented me with a beautiful locket with a picture of him and lock of hair inside. We spent the day together, much of it in bed, holding each other close.
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Tensions are rising at the palace. Our borders become smaller and smaller as the darkness closes in. We are being invaded by evil. The forest and the trees grow sick, the water’s murky. What once was known as Greenwood the Great is not so green or great anymore. A sickness blights the trees, making them babble mindlessly where they once were a source of information. Spiders nested in and orcs trampled the forest. It no longer can be denied that evil is once again taking hold in Middle Earth. It is a daily struggle for our King and our warriors to keep us safe outside of the cave. There may be no war declared, but there are still battles being waged on a daily basis. When my love is not fighting, he is in meetings with his father and their advisors, of which Nostar was the chief of. The three of them seemed to constantly be locked away in the Kings study or council rooms. Something bad is coming, I can feel it. Too often now my lover comes to me missing that beautiful smile from his face, or not coming to me at all after falling asleep from weariness from late night meetings or forgoing visiting me too late to disturb my slumber. I wish he would listen to me when I tell him he can come to me at whatever time. I know I always rest better with him.
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He came to me early tonight. The tension seemed a little less on his brow. We dined together, but food is not what we really wanted. We could not keep our eyes off each other, then our lips, then our hands. I knew then that tonight would be the night. He slipped our clothes from us and had us laying naked on his bed. I remember him apologizing for moving too quickly, but he could just not hold back from my sweet temptation any more. I remember I burst out laughing. I told him I have been waiting over 400 years for this moment, since shortly after he first kissed me, it was about time! I begged him to move faster, touch more, give me more, more, more… and more he gave. He prepared me thoroughly and with great care for my pleasure…
At this point Erestor gave pause. While he realized he had already invaded Lindir’s privacy in an egregious manner by even opening the journal, he did not need to read further in this passage to know what happened. To read the intimate details of his lovemaking with Thranduil was crossing the line. Noticing that much time had passed by since he came back to Lindir’s room he wanted to hurry through a bit more of the journal so he could get back and check on his friend. He found this reading rather helpful in informing them what was wrong with Lindir and how to help him.
Erestor skimmed through the next few hundred years, making his way closer to the foreboding leather page marker, having a feeling something devastating was coming at that point. Most of what was described in his daily notes was Lindir’s everyday activities and accomplishments, including his promotions to a Master scribe and secretary to the head accounts keeper as well as progress in his musical and theatrical dealings. He recorded the progress of his relationship with Thranduil, almost every day, including many passages that made even this ancient elf begin to blush, which Erestor delicately skimmed and skipped through. There were also many passages that spoke of an ever growing tension in darkness in the Woodland realm. More and more attacks were being made by the twisted creatures of Morgoth and rumor of imminent war was approaching. Finally, soon after skimming a passage describing Lindir’s 794th birthday Erestor immersed himself in some of the passages again.
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I could tell the news was not good as soon as my lover walked through the door. His face was set in a dark grimace and his whole body radiated tenseness. He paced the room as I awaited the dreaded news. In my heart of hearts I knew what it would be, but, I waited for him to lift it off his shoulders in his own time, patiently, sat on the settee. He soon collapsed beside me and took my hands in. With the saddest eyes he told me we were going to war. Pain lacing his voice he described how the forest was dying around them and foul creatures lurked in every dark corner. If the elves, men, dwarves and other good creatures did not work and fight together to combat the evil resurrected by Melkor’s ill begotten lieutenant, Sauron, soon there would be no part of Middle Earth left untouched by darkness and there would be no elven homes to return to. Too often have we seen innocent elves fall victim to evil, minds becoming clouded and corrupted. We have had to send far too many recently to sail to heal not just from wounds from the body, but to their minds as well. I held my beloved and comforted him throughout the night. Laying side by side I stroked my fingers through his beautiful golden hair. So much responsibility rests on his shoulders and I will do my best to soothe his troubles away.
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Thranduil is not happy with me. We fought for hours last night. He roared at me and threw things. Cursed my name. Still I would not give up. I would travel with the Greenwood contingent that was heading out to war. He refused to let me go. I argued, this is part of the reason why I had to receive warrior training in my youth and to continue that training and practice throughout the years. It would not be fair in the end either if he were to lock me up and stow me inside the safety of the caves while other minstrels and scribes were falling out to fight in a war they never asked for. Plus, there is no way that I would leave my lover for that length of time. This promised to be a long and gruesome fight. I simply could not stay behind and wonder if my lover was dead or alive day after day. Finally he broke down and agreed to let me join him. He made me compromise and got me a duty on the administrative side of things, assisting the counselors and administrators who were going to help with the organizational and strategic side of things rather than fighting. I would also assist the healers where I could, transporting wounded, gathering supplies and helping where my limited skills would allow. I have been warned that in the ravages of war there are never enough healers and life or death would be left in the palm of my hands. I will study the books that Nestor provided me on healing. Even though I know little now, if it will help save one elf from Mandos Halls, I will learn all I can in what time I can. I can tell Thranduil is still not happy that I am putting myself in harm's way. He should then, but doesn’t understand how I feel. He constantly puts himself in danger’s way on a daily basis as a warrior, especially now, running off to war. I need to be there with him to help him in any way possible. Even if it comes down to I can’t give my life for his, or I can’t save him, at least I will have done my best and will have had this extra time with him. I don’t care if the time is spent marching, sleeping on the cold ground, eating stale food,or fighting beside my lover in the muck, every second in his presence is worth it. And if he falls, I will fade and be with him.
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Five days. We have five days to pack our bags, organize the supplies, report to our posts for preparation and briefing. All around me I see terror and fear in the eyes of my fellow elves. We are meant to be peaceful, loving beings who enjoy the beauty and song of life, but here we are preparing to become like beasts and fight for our lives. We will leave these beautiful lands to go to ones covered in soot and dust and mud. The despair and heartache is thick in the air. Mothers, wives, children and loved ones can be heard wailing, cries of “no,” and “why is this happening,” fill the air, and everyone is on edge. Everyone is tired of the evil. Everyone is afraid. I fear that I will not be prepared for what Iwill have to do, what I am about to see, and I have seen much growing up in the darkening woods that I have. When it all threatens to overwhelm I just take a deep breath and another step and carry on.
—-
One last night of celebration before we went to war. That is what it was supposed to be. I was singing a song about home and family as the elves danced, gossiped, ate and sang along. Then the spiders came. These evil spawn of Ungoliant. Swooping down grabbing elves with no discerning tastes, elflings, maidens, grown ellons, all gone in a flash. By the time the fighting had settled and the black blood of the spiders stopped flowing, 17 elves were injured, eight were dead and two more were missing, being stung with the powerful venom and carried away, presumed dead. Three of the dead were just elflings. This is why we go to fight. We must beat back the source of the evil. After the attacks a larger group of guards was determined to be left behind to protect those still at home. This battle seems impossible to win, having to fight a war on two fronts, at home and on a battlefield far away. I am still marching on to war no matter how often my dearest one tries to argue with me and talk me out of it.
—-
It is the night before we begin the long slow march. We must rise at dawn to begin gathering in the courtyard. The goal is to finish our preparations, say our farewells and begin our march before the normal breakfast hour. The King will march to war with us, leaving the Queen to rule in his stead, despite the objections of several counselors who insisted his son, my Thranduil represent them in his stead. Then Oropher could stay behind in the wood, in safety and protecting his people there. Oropher would not hear of it, especially with the likes of Gil-Galad, Círdan, Elendil, Elrond and Amdir, all leaders of realms or Kings like Oropher, all riding to the same war. His stubborn pride will be his downfall. I worry at times because my lover has the same stubborn streak.
My lover took me into his arms as soon as I walked through his door this evening. We didn’t have to say anything to each other, just held one another close. We kissed each other. Loved one another. Cherished our last night at home. After we had made love, twice, and settled into bed, me curled on my side up against his chest, he reached over to his stand and grabbed a box. After a slight hesitation when he handed it to me, I opened the delicately carved box and saw two rings of silver inside. He told me, “I can’t give you vows at this time. It is my duty to see to the people of this wood and help lead our army into war. These rings are a symbol and promise of my love. I will carry mine with me and you yours, to remind each other of our fëa deep connection. If we both make it home, out of this cursed war, I want you to wed me and bond with me and forever be mine. Worry not what anyone says, or about following others perceived notions of royal courtship. Once we are home together again we will join our fëar along with our hröar that we have already joined.” Of course I accepted, this was all I ever wanted. We kissed, and made love and held each other all night long. Morning came too soon. I dressed and tucked my pendant beneath my tunic having slid my silver ring on the chain beside it. As soon as this Valar forsaken war is over I will move that ring to my finger.
—-
We ride and ride, on to war. I go for days sometimes without seeing my lover. It seems whenever he reaches my side or lays beside me to rest he is called by his father’s counselor, a duty, a messenger or the King himself. My heart feels lonely, but I make do the best that I can, getting to know my travel companions along the way.
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Whispers have been spreading. It seems the Noldor, our “allies” have been spotted. A few hours later I come across some from armies of the other great elven realms. I can already see they are more prepared and more well provisioned than we. They all don armor of the highest quality and finely crafted swords, blades honed to a deadly sharp sheen. They have had months to prepare and forge their armor and weapons from the best steel and mithril. Unfortunately, we have had only scant weeks to prepare, most of us wearing old leathers to protect us and whatever swords and knives could be scrounged up on such short notice. Many of us had never owned a sword, knife or fighting blade before this. Although we had our great bows and archers to which none could compare, I have a feeling that will not be enough. Oropher is stubborn and hotheaded. I can see his attitude trickling down amongst our warriors in the way they greet the others and the gossip that they spread behind their backs. We should be working together, unfortunately, our alliance was teeming with cracks and instability. Had it not been for our common enemy, I could see different groups amongst the elves, men and dwarves going at each other. Constantly the commanding officers are breaking up small scuffles. Moral is at a low and we haven’t even begun fighting.
—-
We reach our destination after a long and strenuous march. It is a barren wasteland. I do not know how anything could survive. Nothing grows here. I am luckier than most as I get to take up quarters with my beloved in one of the royal tents. It is roomier and more well furnished and stocked than others. As bad as I feel for my comrades and the conditions they must endure, I would not give up my space with my lover for anything. I would follow him anywhere, to the royal tent (at the risk of my jeopardizing friendships with the lower ranking fighters), to sleeping in the dirt and mud, to repose in the tall green trees of our once great forest. It’s not about where I am as much as it is about who I am with. And with him I will always be.
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Everyone is high strung and on edge. Our men grow weary and distrustful of not only the others but of their own leadership as wellł. Thranduil has been back and forth, in meeting after meeting, first with the leaders of the other groups and encampments, then always with his father and advisors. Oropher is too proud. He cannot bring himself under the High King Gil-Galad’s direction. He is always arguing and debating strategies and planning. As much as Thranduil loves and looks up to his father, even he is becoming frustrated at the bullheadedness of the King and certain advisors. This place is always dreadful and dangerous enough. I fear Oropher is just making it even more so with his antagonism. I swear to the stars above if he jeopardizes his own son’s life because of his hotheadedness and need to be in command I will kill him with my bare hands. I am all opposed to kinslaying, but anyone endangering his beloved might change my thinking. I don’t get along well with someone like Oropher who is letting pride make him weak. Thranduil was proud, but he knew when to reign it in. His father, he is a different story.
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This is a wasteland whose evil seems to permeate the very air we breathe. We are on the edge of something big about to happen, the ledge of a precipice we cannot climb back up upon once we let go. Every day I wait with the healers when he leaves me. Skirmish after skirmish takes place, just waiting for the first real battle. He comes back to me whole, but frustrated at each day’s end. The other elves, the High King, King Elendil, they have good ideas, good strategy. He tries and tries to get his father to see clearly, however Nostar clouds Oropher’s mind again and again with uncertainties, whispers pointing out the Noldor’s dark history and pride filled doubt. I brush my beloved’s dull and dirt covered locks out until they regain some semblance of the shine they once had and move to massage his temples, shoulders and neck, all knotted with tension, trying in anyway I can to relieve the burden. Does his opinion count for naught I wonder, but keep the thought to myself.
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It is often now he comes to our tent late into the night sputtering and spitting with rage and frustration. If this alliance can’t work together, everything that is good in this world will fall apart. While fighting has begun, the first real battle is yet to start, we are at the cusp of something terrifying and I am petrified. My love tries so hard. He carries the weight of many lives in his hand and on his shoulders and I often fear those weights will soon bury him. His relationship with his father is tense at best, explosive most days. While Thraduil did inherit Orophers stubbornness and pride to a large degree, he knows how to control himself, to stop and think what is the best for his people. Oropher is so wound up in his pride and has such a need to be in control that he listens to no one, not even his own son he has trained so well. I can tell, every evening that passes by, by the look on his face. Any one of these days his father will give a command that will be a strategic mistake and it will be our people that pay. I do all I can to support my lover while keeping ahold of my sanity. I am not built for the terrors of war. What I have seen already is shocking, disgusting, heartbreaking… and I fear, we have not even begun.
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Oh the wounded today! It is strange how life and death works. As said before to me, expect times where I had to play healer as there would be too many injured. I did not expect to receive one with his side torn open, insides hanging out. This was out of my realm of capability! Still, Ipressed on, doing everything I could try to do. I cleaned the wound, sewed the many bleeding cuts and nicks, inside, staunched the blood flow, and prepared healing herbs. Thank the Valar midway through my makeshift surgery a veteran healer took over. He praised my work and attention to detail that I had begun. I was too shocked to tell him I was just flying by the seat of my pants. The very least I could do was try. Trying may not succeed, but then again, it might. It is those who do not try at all who are always doomed for failure. Unbelievably , that patient survived, for now. Last week I had cleaned and stitched up a warrior who had lost the tip of a finger to a blade that got too close. It was a clean cut and no poison on the blade. Things seemed fine until two days later he developed an infection. He passed away into Námo’s embrace just a few hours ago. Death is a strange, thing the people it chooses to reach and keep in its grasp and those it determines still has a purpose in this world. My lover was there to comfort me when I returned to our tent that day. He was greatly affected by our losses as well, But he had seen this type of bloodshed before. Me, I have never seen anything of this magnitude of bloodshed and loss. The look in my lover and other’s eyes tells me this small melee was only the beginning of what is to come.
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Life rolls on in ceaseless hot, stinking, evil filled days. We adjust and move position as necessary and engage the enemy when they advance at us. Some days we simply just wait. I feel like the enemy is just making us wait on purpose, tucked away in their fortresses and behind walls. Trying to wear us down before the big struggle. Something is happening soon, I can tell by all the nervous chatter, secreted meetings of our leaders, the look on my beloved's face. He will not tell me! But I know, I can feel it in my bones.
—-
The different encampments are arming themselves. A suspense filled type of quiet seemed to take over, peppered by frantic whispers and speculation as to what tomorrow brings. I spent my evening running sealed messages between the High King and my King Orpher. Of course neither spoke to me, the lowly ranked one delivering the messages. I simply handed it off to guards, waited for a reply message and took off running again. They didn’t want to hear the opinion or foresight of a lowly messenger. I felt as if were just a pawn in their game of war that night. Nostar gave me one final missive to deliver to my King. And then they told me to go prepare myself for tomorrow with a sick lurking smirk on his face. This war is twisting everyone’s minds. Thranduil came back late and urged me to get my rest, I would need itin the coming days. We simply held each other through the night, neither getting any true slumber. Before dawn broke, he arose. Why does this feel like goodbye? Not just for the day, but for much longer? With a few loving words and a kiss goodbye, as well as an extracted promise to keep myself safe, he departed. Minutes later, I can hear. the screams and sense the horror. I must make my way to the healers, something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.
Translations
ellons- male elves
ella- female elf
fëa- soul
fëar- souls
hröar- bodies
Valar- deities/gods
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