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Hello this was an idea I had when I was traveling on a train. second chapter is already done. This is not going to be work on like HPGL adopted.
Late Fourth Age-
The forest groan and moaned, what remain of the vast green wood now only was just holding on to the tiny northern part where the Halls of the Elvenking stood unchanging time has not touched the kingdom.
Many years has passed, the treaty made by lord Celeborn and king Thranduil. Sharing the forest when it was reclaimed by the Elves. Now only the Elves of Greenwood remain, those that swelled in Lothlorien either went west to Lindon to take the last ships to Valinor, or move to the last kingdom of Elvendom. As the years passed like the fall turning to winter, even the remaining Elves of Lindon came to stay in Greenwood.
Men no longer cared for the earth, yes peace stayed thought out the age with the west. Slowly the trees where cut down to supply the men. The ground reaped for its minerals, smoke clouds the sky most nights, the stars can no longer give light.
Closing his eyes and opening them again, Thranduil sat on his throne he could feel the change of the season yet again and there in the breeze was something that he felt long ago when Arda was young. Thranduil knew his people can no longer keep the men out of the forest, their borders were shrinking treaties after treaties cannot keep them out. Legolas his son was the last to leave and he was the last Elfling born none was born. Arda is vast but men took most of the land, Lothlorien its beauty kept preserve by Nenya now gone. Rubbing the bridge of his nose to ward off memories of the past, getting up and walking out of the throne room, passing his guards nodding to them to leave him be. Outside was no different the night air was tainted by the smell of smog in the distant he could see One of the Dales city to the north he saw one of Erebor's town, that was one mistake he made with the Dwarves. Looking up at the sky only faintly seeing the stars, in his heart he wishes to pass on, to give the throne to his heir but he did not want him to stay and feel the world change. Letting him go was the hardest thing he done.
Death does not come swiftly to an Elf, it only war can provide it but even that is foolish for who would dare attack the Eldar. Sighing deeply and clearing his thoughts.
"Varda, Queen of the stars give us a chance to leave this would let my people travel to Valinor" he said knowing his plea may not be heard
Thranduil knew the Valar were not punishing them some of the Elves made a choice to stay hoping to keep the land the same, some did not feel the call to the undying lands. That's why he stayed to keep the peace and lead his people. Leaving the balcony to head to back to his throne for being immortal he still had citizens asking and complaining now mostly it was about the men of Dale and Gondor.
He did not know that Varda has heard his plea, the Valar did not forget their creator firstborns. The time is now right for them to go to a place that is still young. The time of the Elves is final over in Arda, but on another world where Men rule they will have to learn to share the world with Eru Firstborns. The time of the Eldar has begun, will Man of Earth make room, will the Elves hide in the shadows. Time will only tell...