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Important: Please read this first. Welcome to the third part of Tempest At War. Please note a LOT has happened since the first part. Trying to read in between will lead to SPOILERS. And this prologue has all of the SPOILERS. If you are interested, kindly begin reading from Tempest: Modern Age before working your way here.

Also this story is now a hard T. Please, this is a war. There WILL be deaths, there WILL be brutality. I cannot change that.

Also, if this story does not suit your style, kindly press the back button. I will not apologize if this does not go along with your style, given the amount of warnings I am passing on.

Flames are not appreciated. Please, if you have nothing good to say, or your thoughts are one-sided, then kindly leave without a word.

Also, I apologize in advance for any grammatical and spelling mistakes occurring in these series. I am a busy person with a happily busy life and a wild imagination. My beta, too, is a busy person with a happily busy life. Again, I am no professional author (I wouldn't be here if I was).

PART 3

TEMPEST: PROPHECY

Introduction:

So it begins.

My immortality is looked upon a gift by the Race of Men, and yet I wonder if it truly is a gift. My long years have shown me many things and yet the world is still capable of throwing something new at me to live with.

My thoughts are confused, jumbled. I do not know where to begin. This was Miranda's idea. We are supposed to keep journals, whether electronic or in writing, for the coming generations. We do not know if we are the ones to fight in the Battle of Battles. She can die… and so can I. Perhaps others will take our place and complete the prophecy of defeating Morgoth.

I do not know what to write here, so I will begin with the basics.

My name is Thranduil, son of Oropher. My father is distant kin of both Celeborn and King Thingol. My mother's name is Nemireth. I was born before the rising of the Sun in the city of Doriath. I spent most of my life less in court and more in the forest. I witnessed the coming of the sons of Fëanor. I witnessed the Sacking of Doriath, in which my mother died. We eventually made our way to Greenwood the Great.

My father later became king, and I was the prince and heir of Greenwood the Great. I befriended Fion. I married my wife, Arodien, who was one of the native Elves there. It was the Second Age, and a time of peace where we had our first child, Legolas. I witnessed the coming of Annatar to my father's court. I recognized the deceit in his words. I foiled his plans for Greenwood, for which I was not forgiven. Defiance, as I am often told, is my strongest trait.

My father died in the Last Battle, and I left him behind in what later became the Dead dear wife set sail, for her heart was no longer in the trees. My faithful son stood by me always when I was new to the crown. My duties were heavy on my shoulders but I was able to carry them through the years of Watchful Peace.

The War of the Ring came to pass, and I watched my son leave for a mission of an emissary only to join the Fellowship with that accursed Ring. Sauron will never cease haunting me or my family. Meanwhile I had a kingdom to look after and people to keep safe. I lost many comrades and friends. But the War of the Ring was won and Sauron was defeated and crippled, cast into the Void to stay with his mentor.

At the time there was peace. The Fourth Age came to pass and the time of Elves was over in Arda. Legolas was wed in Spring in the year he arrived to Aman. The moon was full the night of the feast and the people were merry. But I digress. Two years later, I had a grandson, Nimdir.

Then years upon years passed by and I wanted to return to Arda. I wanted to see what it had become. They were reluctant to let me go, but the years did not teach me the ways of the king for nothing. I got my way, even though the Forester warned me Arda might be harsher than I may remember.

I entered a world full of war and chaos, with Men thirsting for the blood of other Men, where colour and looks decided who was better than the rest. I landed in the wrong side of the World War, though at times I wonder if there was ever a right side of that war. From Germany I went to England and from England I went to America.

Lee Kraft was the name I gave myself, and I worked as a Homicide Detective in New York. I have tales plenty to share during my time there but my time is writing on this journal is limited. Perhaps another time. For the time, life was perfectly in motion. I had no one to take care of except myself, even though I missed my family greatly. I had no kingdom, no rules except the few.

Then everything changed with that paw-print case and the sudden appearance of my family at the docks. It turned out the happy life I was leading had much more in store for me than I originally thought. Things went from one way to the next. Dawn was the first to lose, a small girl barely a few years old. She did not deserve to die, especially for the fact that she knew me.

I met the Fëanoriannath next, and from there I went on to make my stronghold. My Ring I will not mention, for I do not know who will eventually get their hands on this journal. I am happy it stopped its visions. It gives me a peace of mind, not knowing what lies ahead. I will not question my decisions many times over. I built my stronghold here in Redwood Forest for my people.

Dagor Dagorath seems to occur on many forefronts. Bioterrorism governs the lands of the Haradrim in Africa. United Kingdom is no more. America has not yet spoken with other countries. Ukraine is no more. Nuclear assets are in danger, but I do not know where. My spy seems to have been wiped off the face of Arda, though I hope that is not the case.

Maedhros' wife, Glaweth, is dead, and I know not what has become of Fion. Do I still consider him a friend? I consider him a fool, certainly!

And here I feel the past is certainly catching up to me. Ages upon Ages worth of past… I can feel it burdening my shoulders. Let us see what the future holds. For now, I must return to my duties.

Dated: 15th April, 2018

Reply to:

Enola Gay (guest):

Why would I be offended? You just did me a huge favour. I have been looking for that story for ages so that I could tell my readers to go ahead and give it a read because it was one of my favourites (I was too busy to favourite it back then and I am not really good in remembering things). I forgot the plotline, the people in plotline, and the one who wrote it, and when it was written. I just knew it was Legolas in a modern setting.

You are right. There is a lot of resemblance. Although, please keep in mind that plagiarism was definitely not in my mind. When I chose Thranduil, I had a great deal of thought over his job which I came down to basic three: teacher, official status ( I did not give this one much thought because I rejected it in a matter of few minutes), a place in police force. Teacher was something I played far ahead until I realized Thranduil did not sit well with that job. I always pictured him a soldier who became king for some reason and so I went to the nearest thing possible: cop. I humbly apologize if it looked like I was copying off someone else's work. That certainly was not my intent, since my take on the story has completely deviated from the splendid stories you mention.

As far as the beta is concerned, I do have one, but we both live very busy lives since both of us are college-going and we have a difficult time communicating due to different time zones. Yes, the beta is a native speaker, but again, we do not have much time in our hands. Yes, I do cringe whenever I look at the spelling mistakes and grammar. I do try to remove as many as I could, and you have every right to tell me that I need to get them checked (in fact, when people say it, the more motivation I get!), but also please be considerate that at the moment I cannot, at least till winter vacations when my college finally loosens its chokehold!

Thank you,

Scribe.