Author's Note: -gasps- The author is alive! Hello loves! I've been gone for years now, apparently. (Time really does fly, doesn't it?) I won't say it is because I've run out of inspiration for stories here on Fanfiction, as I have a bunch that are half-written that will likely never see this site. One story did happen to get finished, mainly because I planned it to be a short piece. I have loved Thranduil for some time, and seeing him during the Hobbit movies drew up enough inspiration for me to finally try writing him and an original character together.
Let me give a huge thank you right now to the lovely friends and fans I made through here that messaged and emailed me to check and make sure I was still breathing. At the time, I was going through some pretty hard real life circumstances, so it's very likely I never returned any of those messages/emails. For that, I'm sorry. So, on to the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters created by J. R. R. Tolkien. I only own Faelwen, her family, and any other random characters of my design. I do not fully own any images, as they were found online and altered accordingly.
Chapter: 1/10
I: Prologue
Not much is known of Galadriel's departure from Valinor, though much is known of her later dealings in Middle-Earth. She left to further her knowledge and shape a land of her own, though the wish to do so was frowned upon during the dark times that befell her homeland. What has also been left out was her companions, those that joined her in the lengthy journey that would make her the Lady of Lórien, one of the loveliest elves to ever walk Middle-Earth.
With her, she brought a small entourage to shape the land she wished to see come to fruition, a place she yearned to share her knowledge with the Eldar. Amongst them were two of her closest friends, those that had been with her since her years as a child. One was Bregolien, an ellon with golden hair, eyes the color of the leaves in full bloom, and a fierce want to see the world beyond his homeland. Another, his life-mate Eleniel, an elleth with hair like the snow that rarely graced their home soil and a disposition for getting herself into trouble, stood proudly beside them.
Her two dearest friends beside her, Galadriel traveled where she could and later met her future husband, Celeborn, in Doriath. Many years they courted, they loved, and in centuries to come, the four created Lothlórien and saw it flourish. Never did her friends ask to rule alongside the two, for it was her dream to see her understanding spread. They aided her in that and in return, she graced them with the splendor of their new home.
Eleniel and Bregolien became emissaries for Lady Galadriel, spreading her knowledge as far as they could to those that deserved it, even after they had traveled across the lands together. She was indebted to them and presented the couple with not only her graces, but also a grand home in the tops of the trees nearest the Lord and Lady. They loved her, and she in return,
But all was not well in Middle-Earth. Eleniel, the white-haired elleth, gave birth a short few decades before meeting her death at the hands of Sauron's orcs, wandering too close to their growing home. Bregolien was stricken with a grief known to cause death amongst Elvenkind, and nearly succumbed. He would have done so, if not for the support of his dearest friends and the light that still sparkled in his Faelwen's eyes.
They grieved for many, many years, even after the wars ended and a lofty period of peace followed. Galadriel chose to stay within Lothlórien alongside Celeborn, traveling only when necessary. In her stead, Bregolien took up the mantle of emissary alone, save his daughter's eager want to explore every corner of the world. He never recovered from his beloved's death, not wholly, but with Faelwen by his side, he saw his guiding light.
Alas, things can never be peaceful in Middle-Earth, and soon, this broken, but hopeful family would realize that.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading the first chapter/prologue! Hope you liked!