Lost stories are found again

A/N:

Dear reader,

Welcome to my story Lost stories are found again. This story consist of two books and you are reading the first now.

If you have questions, comments, idea's let me know. Also reviews are more than welcome.

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Tolkien's world is fantastic to play in. The characters he created are not mine to keep, I only play with them and will bring them back home unharmed when I'm done.

Characters not created by Tolkien are mine. You may play with them but please bring them back home unharmed.

Happy reading!

How it all began:

Thalanen sat before the large oaken bookcase in the library which was situated on the second floor and looked out on the garden at the back of the large house he lived in.

The library was one of his favourite places in the house, even on a nice summer day like today he could be found here, reading, dreaming about times long gone.

Oh yes, Thalanen liked to read stories about the past, about great battles from long ago and how they lived back then. He was fascinated by the elves from the stories he read, tall beautiful beings but also wise and strong. Anything he would do to meet one of them. Even if it was for just a moment. But that would never happen for there were no elves dwelling in Middle Earth anymore. At least he had heard stories that the elves had all sailed west to live in Valinor, as they call it, some time ago.

An idea came in his mind; if the elves are not here and will not coming back than why not go to them?

Yes, that would be a good idea, visiting them in Valinor.

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Lost in his thoughts Thalanen sat there, thinking about what he would say when he would meet the elves from the stories he had read so many times and would read many more times to come.

He didn't hear the large oaken door behind him open and didn't hear the light footsteps of his father on the wooden floor.

"Why are you here inside on this beautiful day my son?" a gentle voice asked.

Thalanen turned around slightly and looked up to the speaker, his father standing there looking with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye down at him.

"I", Thalanen began, "I wanted to read some stories about the elves." "I'm going to meet them", he said it as it would be the most logical thing to say. Meeting the elves, meeting the heroes of the stories. But for him it was normal to say it, and he couldn't imagine that his father or anyone else would say that his idea would be stupid or wrong. "I'm going to Valinor and meet them and tell them everything about you and mother and ….."

Gaerlin needed to stifle his laugh and looked quickly out of one of the windows, seeing children playing in the garden. They were running after one and another, barefooted, on the grass.

Turning his attention back to his son, who still was sitting on the floor with a large book in his lap and a hurt expression on his face. He didn't want to hurt his son, destroying his dreams but he needed to let Thalanen know that it was not possible for him to go to Valinor.

"Ah, sweet one, come and sit with me so we can talk", Gaerlin said.

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They went to one of the sofa's near the fireplace, which was not lit on a day as this, and sat down. Gaerlin pulled his son near him putting his right arm around his shoulders.

"Why do you want to visit those elves my son?"

"They are nice father, and strong warriors, I really want to see them and tell them about the things I have done, like the nice trip I had with you to Edoras." Thalanen smiled at his father, he had really enjoyed the trip to Rohan he and his father had made not so long ago.

"And how do you get there, Valinor is far away across the sea", Gaerlin asked.

Thalanen thought for a moment, than he got the idea of making his own ship. "I'll go with my ship, so I can sail to them."

"And you know how to make a ship or know someone who has one and want to take you?" Looking down at his son he saw him shake his head. Gaerlin pulled his son closer to him and told him; "I am sorry my dear son but I am afraid you cannot go to Valinor."

With a shock the young boy looked up, he couldn't go to Valinor, he wouldn't meet the elves from the stories, his heroes?

He was disappointed, "but father, why can't I sail to see the elves?"

"Well son, they live very far away, such a journey will take a long time and…", he said, "we are not allowed to go to Valinor, only elves can go there."

"Than they can come here", Thalanen exclaimed almost bouncing on the sofa. But his joy was short lived when his father told him that it wasn't possible either, that the elves are bound to Valinor and would not return to the main land.

Thalanen slumped back down onto the sofa, sad, angry that he could not meet the heroes from the stories he liked to read. He could only see them on the few pictures that are in the book.

He really wanted to see them but thinking a bit longer about it, he came with an idea. What could not be done in real could be done in his fantasies. He thought of writing a story about him meeting the elves and telling them everything he had done and about the long journey to them.

That would be a great story!

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