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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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Erestor discovers what happened in Lindir’s past to break him so badly.
Second Age, 3441, The War of the Last Alliance
Third Age, 109, Imladris

Erestor took in a deep breath. He remembered that time Lindir was describing. It was the morning of the Battle of Dagorlad, a fight that raged on and on and saw the fall of King Oropher. Apparently he had misunderstood or received the incorrect information or took matters into his own hands and marched with reckless abandon too early into battle with little support. Despite Gil-Galad cries and signals to stop, the damage was done. When the battle settled, although the Alliance had come out victorious,
Greenwood had lost their king and over half of their men. It was a hard war on them, they only went home with one third of what they came with and a new King... Erestor recalled that was when he met Lindir, broken and a shell of himself outside of the shattered Greenwood encampment. He read on to see if he could discover what happened.
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There is ceaseless fighting, day in and day out. My work with the healers is never ending. I work for days and nights at a time, catching glimpses of sleep beside the dead and dying. Rumors run rampant among those still back at the encampment. The King is dead, lost to the marshes they say. Others say no he lives, it is the prince who has fallen. All I know is we charged in too soon. Many say they heard Thraduil begging Oropher not to lead their troops in after Gil-Galad sent a warning to wait. Others say the High King sent them early on purpose. In first intentionally. Where once I thirsted for every scrap of news I could find, I now close my ears to everything. Everything I hear contradicts itself and if I let it sit in my mind I will lose control of myself. The only option I had was to wait. Hope and pray the one that holds my heart comes out alive to me. I hope against hope that my beloved is alive and his father, our King as well. He will be devastated if the King is lost. He is not ready to take his father’s place, he has spoken to me as such. I will keep waiting. And ignoring the vicious rumors until I can confirm things with my own eyes. Steady onward is the only way to be, the only way I can keep my sanity.
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Murmurs have been heard that the battle has ended and the warriors were on their way back to the camp, many were lost and injured but the battle was won, leaving us standing to fight another day. My heart is pounding. I pray to the Valar that I see his golden head returning with the Greenwood crowd. My knees are shaking so hard that I can barely stand straight. Then I see him, leading the way. He is returned, he looks slightly battered, but alive. That is all that is important.
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They will not allow me to see or attend to him. But why? I must remember he is King now. He has many more responsibilities and must see to so many different things before he can make room for me. Deep down I am saddened that he has not asked for me though, after all he is King now, and what the King demands, the King gets. He could have asked for me to come, even for a few moments. If they called I would have jumped right to it. Maybe he is more injured than I was led to believe?
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Erestor turned to the next page. Through shaky writing, tear spatters, smeared ink and small holes created by pushing down on the quill nib too hard, Erestor began deciphering the long and devastating final passage at the book marker.
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Now I know why he did not seek me out upon his return. He no longer loves me. He despises me. He has tossed me away like a piece of rubbish, left me to die, cold and alone. When he told me he would marry someone else, I felt as though he had ripped my heart from my chest and stomped it into the ground. Never would I find the pieces again.
As soon as I could be released from my duties, I quickly washed up the best I could and changed from my blood stained clothing. I rushed, nearly running to get to our tent. The guards tried to stop me, but a stony, cold, voice ordered they let me in and then for them to step outside. As I entered inside I made to throw myself into my lover's arms, but came up short from the wild look in his eyes. I could see grief weighing heavy, but on top of that he exuded anger, hatred and accusation. This was not the Thranduil I knew and loved, he looked crazed. This was a changed monster. Before I could squeak any words out in my shock he grabbed me by the neck and shook me. Tears filled my eyes and panic gripped tight in my stomach as I gasped for breath, surely he would kill me. Next thing I know I was clawing at his hands, trying to be set free. Suddenly, just as I thought I would lose consciousness, he flung me to the floor. Gasping for air, I attempted to speak. Nothing came out as I desperately choked in huge gulps of air.
“QUIET YOU,” he roared at me. “I CANNOT begin to believe your AUDACITY to come running to ME after you have BETYAYED ME! Nostar told me about the note that you were given to take to father to change the attack time, A NOTE HE NEVER RECIEVED!”
He accused me of spying on conversations between him, his father and Nostar regarding discussions of a political marriage between him to Nostar’s iel for the sake of heirs and keeping noble bloodlines. That in and of itself tore at my heart, that he never told me of this pressure being placed on him to marry elsewhere, despite his accusations of me knowing otherwise. I began to shake with the shock and pain of it all.
He spoke words that tore at my heart, saying that he should have believed his father when he said that I was no good and should have long ago entered into the marriage contract they were pressuring him with rather than carry the charade of a relationship with a disgusting creature such as myself. He spoke about of Nostar telling him that I confronted Nostar on several occasions in the past, warning violence on him and his daughter if she took me away from Thranduil. He accused me of being so bitter and untrusting of him because of these talks, that I sabotaged his father in the war and was responsible for the bloody massacre that occurred. It didn’t help matters when I argued the fruitlessness of that argument. How was I to know who would return and who would be killed if I did arrange such a horrendous occurrence in the first pace? It didn’t matter, nothing would get through to Thranduil in this spiral of grief and rage.
My lover who once waxed poetically of by beauty and kindness now deemed me jealous and ugly. Petty and bitter. He compared me to the same orcs that he slashed and killed on the battlefield. Despite his injuries, he once again jumped forward to lunge at and grab me. Dragging me closer by the arm, acting as if it disgusted him to touch me. I dared to shrink away. For that he slapped my face. Shook my body, hurled more insults and threw me from the tent in front of everyone I had ever known. Tent walls are fabric and thin. Every accusation, every ugly word had been heard by all. My one time friends and colleagues all looked on in wide-eyed horror. The one whose life I had saved looked away. I am banished, he told me. He said to leave , go die. He could not commit a kinslaying, but surely the orcs would for him. Maybe they would, “even torture me first.” He sent me crawling out of the camp and ordered me to the black gates to meet my wretched fate.
I crawled as far as I could, sobbing and shaking until I reached the edge of camp and could find the strength to go no further. No one had followed to offer comfort or see if I was alright. I was nothing to anyone anymore. I have nothing. I have nowhere to go. I am nothing. No others would take me in, one because I am from the hostile and angry Greenwood and two, if they heard my accused crimes, they’d be as likely to spit on me and beat me than to lend a helping hand.
I will sit here and die. My heart is already dead, torn out and left bloody at his feet. I cannot even begin to think of him loving another, touching another as he had me. He had always assured me he was ok not having heirs, in fact didn’t really want children. Perhaps he was the liar, abandoning me for one who could give him what I couldn’t. The pain rips through me. How can he think I would do what he accused me of. These shall be my last words, as I lay here and die of a broken heart. This is the end of my story. And here I am, alone in the coldness of my heart, struggling for breath. An innocent accused of wrong. Please Námo, take me into your comforting arms.
The passage ended there. Erestor wiped furiously at his eyes to prevent the tears from staining and further marring the pages. Oh his precious friend, how he has suffered. His beautiful, precious Lindir, now reliving the trauma and heartbreak of years ago. Damn that Sinda King. Erestor knew his friend's heart. Knew Lindir was not capable of doing the things he was accused of. How could Thranduil, the one who claimed to love him to the point of wanting to bond, not know as well. Yes, he was grieving and devastated by his losses, but he let the darkness consume him. Erestor would have something to say to him as well as Nostar the next time he came across them. The most important thing, however, was Lindir right now. He had pulled his friend back from fading once on that horrible night long ago. Would he be able to do it again? The world would truly be a much gloomier place without Lindir.
Erestor began his trek back to the healing halls, tears still streaming from his face. He did not care about the shocked looks as he passed others. Not many had ever witnessed the stoic counselor cry before. He needed to get back to his friend.

Translation
iel- daughter
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