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this is an attempt at a thranduil x oc story, which means that it's fiction, so take it as such

this is not self-insert, but oc-insert, so tell me how I did through comments! love getting reviews and messages

the explanations for the words used will be at the bottom of the story!

Silver tresses blown wildly by wind, fair skin plagued by dirt as empty ice blue eyes searched relentlessly through smoke and fire. Her bare feet touched the ground painfully, while the robe she wore, was tightened into fistfuls of blue silk around her body. Her lips trembled as fat tears clung to cheeks, her chest swelling with so much pain she could not even describe in words. Her erratic sobs were shattered by her throat, knot after knot preventing her from mourning as her chest tightened and her stomach turned. Her home –her palace, her family, her everything burned to ashes and she could do nothing while her kingdom fell. She could not fight by her brother's side or abide her sister with healing, or even stand by her mother and father while the orcs came and tore everything down.

With a choked cry, the silver-haired faerie fell on her knees, the cloak falling from her body as she bowed her head, warm trails of tears running hotly down her face as her eyes tightened shut. Why had she been so foolish? Why did she have to defy her father and run just to prove something so stupid to him, just to show him that she could disobey his orders, that he was not her king but her father? Now she was left with nothing but the burnt corpses of her kin and the ruins of the once white marble palace. Her cries did not cease as she slammed her fists in the dirt over and over again, body shaking violently as she yelled and cursed, a pair of transparent wings raising at her back, fluttering with every quiver of her body.

...

Shea, the youngest of her siblings, daughter of the Faerie King Fafner and Faerie Queen Luel, was now alone in a world she did not know of. She had returned after remaining with no food or supplies in the small house at the center of the forest that surrounded the palace, a house her father built for her to go to when she needed time alone –but the forest was vast and mighty and only the smell of smoke that was carried through alerted her of something which was no good. It was then that she saw the sight before her and her knees weakened –of course, she gathered herself enough to run through the doors to the palace, over the bridges that curled around the high towers of the ivory giant, she ran up the steps of her home, seeing only blood and corpses afire, her heart throbbing and panic rising with every stride she could make.

She found her brother, Rani, heir to her father's throne, a sword stuck in his chest, missing a leg, bloody and dirtied, wings ripped from his very back. His blank stare made the young faerie freeze in place, the horrifying sight of her older brother now embedded in her very mind as her eyes turned away. Panic running through her veins, she sobbed like a child and her vision became blurry with tears, but her feet took her further –what if, maybe…maybe someone was alive still, maybe survivors…just maybe.

Her heart dropped when she entered the throne room, the body of her father laying on his side, blood pooling around him, the cloak he wore and the armor bloody, his crown fallen next to his head that seemed smashed. Sickness overtook her and she stumbled her way through the hallways, away from the sight of her father's corpse. Right now she was barely breathing as her feet moved slowly to where she knew her mother and sister would be in such crisis. With shaking hands, she pushed on the half opened door to her mother's chambers –she screamed as hard as her lungs could allow her, the body of her mother, the one that gave her life, scattered on the floor, stabbed through the stomach and next, her sister's, Fira, killed in the same manner.

She fell to the floor and hugged herself as sobs choked through her lips, reality slowly soaking in. After long while of weeping, with a bravado she did not know she had, the young princess stood on shaky legs and walked to her own chambers, gathering what she needed in a satchel that she hung over her shoulder, coins and jewelry, a cloak over her as to conceal her wings –then, with her heart stinging, she went back to the throne room and knelt at her father's feet, uttering a prayer and saying her goodbyes to him.

"I'm sorry, father, I am so…so sorry…I should have been here, I should have…" her voice broke once more as more tears came along and stained her face. Gingerly, she reached out and gathered the crown in her hands, the white gold glaring back at her –she was going to survive, she needed to, as much of a coward as she was, as much shame as she must have brought to her kin for not perishing in the flames with them, fighting alongside her siblings to protect the walls of the castle. Being the last of this line, the last to carry his legacy, she had to.

With glossy eyes, she raised up on her feet and inhaled deeply, her throat hurting from all the smoke and foul smell that surrounded her. Why had their allies abandoned them? There was no foot of elf set on this land, nothing. Weren't the ones in Rivendell and Greenwood supposed to come to their aid? Her sorrow turned into anger and rage and wrath as her heart raced –nobody came to her father's aid. There were times when his dining room had been filled with laughter and elves and dwarves, chants and promises made –but in the end, they did not even reach their hands out to save her kin from dying in such a degrading way.

King Oropher had abandoned them, along with prince Thranduil –she concluded bitterly as she walked down the stairs of the ruins that stood tall and proud once. The icy glare prodded around her surroundings before she knelt and placed her hand upon the earth that was painted with blood and ash. She closed her eyes and her wings fluttered before they outstretched up as she felt the very energy of the earth pulsating through her body like molten lava. Releasing a gasp, the young fae pulled her hand to her chest, the hopes of any surviving faerie now ravished as she stood up once more. The earth had spoken to her and she felt no life essence, nothing…only death and pain.

Frozen into place, the attention of the silver-haired girl was caught when she heard the elvish horns, blowing in the distance and announcing their arrival. She was not going to remain there and wait for them to see her –oh no, she was no fool. They came to claim what was left and she was free, she was not going to wait and wail and sob like a pathetic weakling. Bitterness ran through her like a virus as her legs sprung forward, dashing through the protection of the great trees that surrounded the palace. It was hard not to look behind and it was even harder to not notice how King Oropher descended from his elk and walked so confidently within the ruins of her home. Many soldier elves came after him and tried to find any survivors and when that bothersome task was out of the way, the corpses were buried and the treasures emptied.

One single thing caught her eye and that was the figure of the young prince Thranduil, trying to enter as well, insistently so, but being stopped by his father who shook his head at the boy's horror-stricken face. She left through the thick branches and wandered through the forest, refusing to remain any longer there –until sorrow finally caught up with her bravado and all was spilled as she crashed on the ground and wept after her loved ones.

How long until she stopped feeling? How long until she would feel empty? It was better than letting sorrow claim her so easily.

"Ada! Please, let me go in as well!"

"No, Thranduil…my men already surveyed the area and there are no survivors."

"But they did not find her body, did they?" he countered furiously, trying to push by his father, blue eyes shadowed with pain. "Her body was not found, ionneg, yes, but the chances of her being alive are very unlikely given this was done by orcs." The older male muttered, a hand on his son's shoulder as he stared wide-eyed and incredulously at him and then back at the bridge towards the destroyed palace.

Sensing his distress and sorrow, the elvenking's hard blue eyes softened ever so slightly "We need to go, Thranduil. If this was done by orcs then they must be many, for King Fafner was strong and his army well-prepared and if they are on the move then we need to alert the others and protect Greenwood." He tried to reason, his tone remaining strict as his son looked away with pained eyes.

Oropher was no fool. He knew of the feelings that bloomed between the youngest daughter of the faerie King and his own son and while he did not discourage it, he could not see his son at the side of her, just as he was denied to be by the side of Luel when they were just as young. It made sense to him now why his own father denied him the love he wore so openly for the mischievous faerie, their kind, while so much alike in appearance, did not match very well given the their prideful and greedy nature. It was a chance for Thranduil to move on and for him to find his son a worthy companion in marriage, as per tradition in the family.

Looking back at the patterns of smoke still raising lazily into the greying sky, the elven king bowed his head, telling his old friend, Fafner, goodbye for eternity and declaring his love for Luel one last time in his mind. Thranduil had already mounted and his expression turned distant, bitter, as he rode his horse forward, the elven soldiers following his example and leaving Oropher to a moment of silence at his hand's dismissal.

"I will avenge your death, mela en' coiamin. Mellonamin, I'narr en gothrim glinuva nuin I'anor."

Seven months before...

Thranduil was finally satisfied that his father decided it was time for him to come along on his private affairs. It was his duty, after all, to learn and understand what he would have to do when he would take his rightful place on the throne. He trailed behind his father, on a white stallion, while the mighty king rode the great looking elk, a symbol of prosperity and strength but at the same time one of grace and beauty. The soldiers, either on foot or on horses, were close behind when they entered a strange but mythical looking forest. These region, he did not know of, so it was no surprise when the prince looked around in awe at the enormous trees and the colorful birds that decorated the vast forest. It looked so old but radiated life like he had never felt before –"Remember your manners, Thranduil." his father made sure to remark, not even turning to glance back at his son. At this, the prince's lips pressed together in a thin line as his eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance. Oropher did not need an answer to know how he irritated his son with the comment, but he couldn't afford introducing him to a king if he was going to behave immaturely or disrespectful, after all, he knew how King Fafner's personality and mood swings were and he wouldn't take risks.

When the forest cleared out, they came upon an enormous bridge made of pure white marble, carvings elegantly curling around it in patterns that resembled flowers as it guided them to the great ivory walls, decorated with vines and white lilies scattered about. There was only one thing that stood out and could be seen from the walls that protected what was behind it, and that was a very tall tower, beautifully carved and holding one big silver bell atop it. Thranduil did not notice he had stopped until the soldiers walked past him and after his father, making him urge his white stallion while his eyes devoured the new and outlandish place his father brought him to.

"These are the Ivory Halls of the Faerie King." the elven king suddenly spoke as they neared the walls that surrounded the region. The gates of pure silver with carvings as the bridge, opened and revealed to them an entire different world hidden behind –edelweiss flowers decorated the buildings inside and everything was either white or silver –no wonder they were called the Ivory Halls. The buildings were all so beautifully built that it reminded him of those he had seen in Rivendell. Bridges connected small regions to one another and hills together as houses were scattered around beautifully, trees like those he had seen in the forest, towering and shadowing parts of the areas, ponds and long streams of waterfalls and rivulets. In the middle, farther away from them, stood the palace, large steps laying before two great silver doors that opened as soon as they galloped inside. What was most amazing were the creatures that dwelt here, elves with wings –the prince thought at first, gawking as they passed the common folk by, their hair either raven black, chestnut brown or fair blonde –he noted. Their wings stood erect on their backs, or fluttered as their curious gazes followed them, making Thranduil watch in awe. The nimble difference were the pointier and much longer ears that piqued from their locks or the shape of their faces, much more prominent features and contoured bone structure, making them look fairer in comparison to the common elves.

His father stopped in front of the steps to the palace and effortlessly dismounted his elk, bowing at the four figures that gathered in front of the doors to the inside of the palace. Not paying very much attention, Thranduil followed his father's example and bowed when his father did, his gaze not faltering too high.

"My old friend!" the voice surprised Thranduil, it was so playful, so expressive and joyous at the prospect of his father visiting. He dared raise his eyes when the figure approached and he quietly analyzed the man, King Fafner as his father addressed him –he had long silver hair, tied in a loose knot and braided, dressed with a pale blue tunic as a silver cape draped over his shoulders. He looked much like his father in age, with the lightest blue eyes he had ever seen. His gaze went further to the other three figures that remained behind as the King descended and welcomed his father –a beautiful woman, with fair blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders and to the back of her knees, stood there with a warm smile on her full pink lips, her eyes a grey-blue and her slender figure dressed with a simple pale blue dress. If it weren't for the silver tiara resting atop her head, he wouldn't have guessed she was the queen, but the King's daughter. Another man, young-looking, stood next to the queen, sporting the same fair blonde locks tied like the King's. with the same kind of blue tunic and sword at his hip. His eyes were as blue as the king's so he assumed he was the son of the two royalties that welcomed their arrival. Next, almost timidly, another woman, her hair the same blonde as the boy's, but with the same eyes as the queen's glanced towards him and gave a swift nod, her figure covered by a white dress exquisitely layered with silk and lace. Both the two younger ones wore tiaras almost similar to the queen's but slimmer, while the King held a more prominent one over his head, one decorated with a beautiful sapphire in the middle as the silver vines curled around his head.

"Come, my friend, I have prepared a feast! It has been a long time since you last visited, have you grown bored of my company already?" the King laughed heartedly as he glanced at Thranduil, for the first time since they arrived "Is this your boy, Oropher?" to which, his father turned and glanced at him, eyes already telling him to not forget his manners "Yes, this is my son, Prince Thranduil." –the king grinned and nodded in acknowledgment "I shall have the servants prepare another guest chamber! I am honored to meet you, young one." The faerie king spoke, gesturing with his hand to enter the palace, something they did without complaint.

Before the king himself entered the hallway that guided them to the dining room, he stopped in front of his wife "Where is she?" –a whisper that Thranduil caught easily "I don't know. I think she ran off again doing who knows what." the queen sighed tiredly. The king ended the short conversation with his wife by taking her hand in his and guiding her behind their quests to the table filled with all kinds of delicious cuisines and fruit.

"Welcome to my humble home, my friend. Please eat and drink to your heart's desire."

Thranduil chose the seat next to his father's which was at the right of the King. The queen sat on his left and the two siblings next to their mother's side. Council members and other small lords had joined them to the feast and it didn't take long for chatter to start and laughter to erupt while stories were told –and sometimes, he would catch his father's eyes wandering to the beautiful queen before lowering to the food and the wine.

Another thing he noticed, was how there was an empty seat next o the young faerie princess that smiled at him whenever she caught his eye. During it all, a soldier came to the king's side and whispered something in his ear, making some of the chatter fade when the expression of the man turned serious. He stood from his chair, excusing himself and left just outside the hall, his wife swiftly brushing her hand over his wrist as he passed almost furiously by the table and out the doors. The chatter started again until some moments later when the king returned, another figure walking behind him. He took his seat and his icy gaze sharply cut at the newly-added member –a silver-haired fae with eyes as icy as her father's, wearing a light frown upon her delicate features.

Truth be told, Thranduil has seen many beautiful elleth, especially now that he was coming of age and his body craved something more than just some company, but he had never seen one as fair as the creature standing a few feet away from him. When her eyes met his in a furious storm of emotions, his breath almost stopped, as if he was just struck by an arrow in his very chest. The girl sat in the empty seat and started poking around the food on her plate, her sister leaning in to whisper something in her ear, making her gaze raise up to the now flustered Thranduil. The sister giggled, while the other smiled almost knowingly, making Thranduil extremely uncomfortable at that very moment. His father, noticing the new adding, turned to Fafner "Your youngest certainly grew up since the last time I have visited." to which, the king looked towards her and within the cover of the loud chatter and laughs muttered tiredly "If only she'd have grown in mind as well. She is truly a handful, Oropher, I tell you."

The cutting glare the young girl sent to her father gave away the fact that she heard that statement as clear as Thranduil had. The brother, carefully assessing the situation, turned to the silver-haired sister, over the sister that stood between them and placed meat on her plate, making the girl raise her eyebrow at him. "You need energy, Shea. Leaves don't build strength." the young man spoke, giving his sister a light smile in order to ease the tension. So Shea was her name –now that he thought about it, he was not introduced to the siblings –something the King himself noticed as well.

"Ah! I did not introduce my children, how forgetful I have become." the faerie laughed wholeheartedly, turning his gaze to Thranduil "Age must have gotten to me. My apologies, young one."

He leaned to his left, where his wife smiled adoringly at him "My love, you are simply distraught." she tried softly, their hands joining as he, as well, smiled at her with the same affection that she mirrored.

"Prince Thranduil, this is my son, Prince Rani –" the young prince only having acknowledged the hand his father gestured at him, smiled and nodded in Thranduil's direction "—my oldest daughter, Princess Fira—" he continued, the blonde one next to the boy nodding with a smile as well "—and my youngest daughter, Shea." he finished, giving the younger one a warning glance, which she took notice of as she stuck her fork into the meat on her plate with irritation, but then she locked eyes with Thranduil and gave him a dismissive nod, her lips in a pout that made him wonder just how soft they were and if they felt as good as they looked. His father nudged him discreetly, alerting him of having gone away in thoughts so deep that he did not notice staring at the young daughter of their host.

Nodding curtly, his attention remained on his plate for the rest of the evening. However, the playful faerie with the eyes of glass smiled devilishly to herself, already having other plans for the prince that was brought within the palace.

As night fell and the sky darkened, the prince found himself mesmerized by the view he had from his chambers, a sight overlooking the gardens behind the palace, with a pond so beautifully decorated and with a small settlement that looked like a bed near it –it was after a few moments that a figure approached the pond underneath his balcony –and it was none other than the faerie princess that stole his breath away. She was dressed in a simple, flowing silk dress that draped elegantly over her slender body, her hair left down, reaching just underneath her bottom –bottom that he noticed almost too fast as the dress contoured the shapes she held as the breeze blew lightly in the warm air.

As if hypnotized, the elf prince continued to stare, his eyes set dead on her figure as she glanced up at him, freezing him in place. What now? To his surprise, she smiled up at him and her transparent wings fluttered and then lowered over her back. He didn't react in any way, he simply tried to remain there, looking serious and supposedly, unaffected by her presence –if only she knew how his heart slammed in his chest, unlike anything he had felt before.

He glanced away for a moment, a sound outside his door gaining his attention, but when he turned back, he let out a sharp exhale of breath when he came face to face with the mischievous little faerie. She was sitting there, on the rail of the balcony, grinning at him bemusedly as he stumbled back a few steps.

"Do I look that awful?" she chirped, her voice like a melody to his ears. "No." he replied simply, not knowing what else to say. Why was he being so unsocial to her? Back in Greenwood he would have been the one to spark up conversations with any beautiful elleth that he gazed upon.

"Thranduil, was it?" she began again, hopping off the rail and taking a step closer to him –he reciprocated with a step back, unsure of her intentions. "What are you doing?" he masked the helplessness in his voice with a sour tone "I was only curious." –another step towards him and another step back from him –"Curious about what exactly?"

"You." she replied simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. This time he kept his composure when she took a step at him again, coming close enough for him to see her face from up close. She seemed to think the same as her eyes trailed over his face, studying his features as if he were the most fascinating thing she has seen in a while. "Me?" –he winched at his own question, having sounded stupid, to which she smiled "Of course. I like beautiful things. You are beautiful" –and it was so bold that it took him aback, making his eyebrows furrow together "What?" –she batted her eyelashes innocently "Do not think about it too much, Thranduil." Her tone suddenly changed to a much more sultry one as one of her hands pressed on his chest.

"I wish to have you. May I?" –again, the boldness had him speechless as the temperature in his body rose "Have me?" –was it even proper for her to say these things? What did she mean by –her hand trailed lower down his tunic and his breath hitched when it stopped at the leather of his pants. "I desire you."

"…Stop this." He managed to mutter under his breath, his hand pushing her away gently by her shoulders. This was clearly improper. "No. You and I…our paths are intertwined and I know that you desire me too. I want you to be the first man to touch me and make me a woman. It must be you." she whispered her reasoning, making him feel incredibly reckless as he gazed down at her face and the way her hair cascaded down the skin her dress revealed, fair and flawless. She suddenly leaned in and hovered near his ear "Just like the stars and the moon have whispered. Just like in my dream." that husky whisper made him almost lose it completely, but she was there to catch him with her plump lips and her slender arms that embraced him around the neck, with her intoxicating scent that made him think of lilies and vanilla.

"Your…dream?" he asked in a whisper after her lips left his, a light blush spreading on the adolescent's cheeks as her chest pressed to his. "Yes. I have dreamed of you." –was it even possible? Was it just a game she was playing? Because right now he didn't know what to believe while she trailed those fingers over the skin of his neck "Is this not how your kind shows affection? By being intimate? I have read in my books…" she trailed off as his ceruleans caught hers and for a second she was left breathless, just like him.

It was just like in her dream. His face, his eyes, the way he looked at her –she had seen him in her dreams, but now he was as real as her wings, he was looking at her and it was not just a dream. She was almost paralyzed when her sister whispered that her so-called soul mate was sitting at the table with them and made it obvious that he was watching her as much as she was secretly watching him. As soon as her eyes fell on him, she knew, but she kept her composure through the feast because it would have been foolish to act upon her petty dreams. Now that she was gazing directly into his eyes, she knew exactly what he was –her heart raced and her stomach tightened, she felt dizzy and adventurous, she felt as if her legs would give out from underneath her. Lips parted lightly, they stood there like two fools, simply staring at each other while she held herself to him.

It felt like eternity, until he leaned in slowly and captured her lips, understanding her to a level that it seemed almost unearthly. Her eyelashes fluttered closed and she melted completely into his kiss –he was not as bold as her and she probably came on much too forcefully, but now it did not matter for they molded into each other's embrace as if tomorrow they were not going to be alive anymore.

Surreal and passionate it was; his strong hold of her, having her melt into his kisses as they cascaded down her jaw and her chin, his embrace so tight as if he wanted her to become part of him while their bodies came together. He surrendered to her and she to him the whole night, little moans and crumpled sheets underneath her fingers, as they gave in to their desires for one another. When the first rays of sun bathed the kingdom, she laid into his bed, a sleepy smile on her face while he kissed the side of her head, over the temple, as he held her to his chest in a haze.

"Thranduil, I must part with you. If my maid does not find me in my chambers, she will stir trouble." the princess mused with a chuckle as she sat up, sore from the night they had spent together. "Must you?" he asked, catching her hand within his and kissing her knuckles affectionately, making her smile widen on her lovely face. "I will see you at breakfast, my prince." she teased as she stood and pulled her dress off the floor of his chambers. Thranduil simply remained in the bed, his lower half hidden underneath the blanket, his eyes set on the faerie as she gingerly draped the dress over her body, hiding every part of the flesh he had admired until sunrise.

"What now?" his question left his lips before he comprehended what it meant. Her eyes turned to him in wonder, the soft glow of the sun that rose, making her skin look softer than it was already. "I believe we will keep this a secret. I don't believe you wish to face my father about it, do you?" she smiled, her wings outstretching "…No, I don't believe I wish to do that. I would like to leave with my head upon my shoulders." he smirked at her, sitting up on his bed. It made her laugh wholeheartedly and left him in awe as she grinned, her eyes lightning up as she did so –what a breathtaking sight.

"Shea."

Her eyes locked on his once more, making his heart leap. "Yes, Thranduil?"

"I wish to be with you." he muttered insanely, not believing those words left his mouth as the faerie stared at him bewildered. "Not only like this. I wish you to be mine…soul and body." he added, trailing off, sensing her intense stare as she stood there, unmoving from the middle of the room.

Suddenly, she smiled boldly and walked up to him. Her hand caught his and she intertwined her fingers with his –her eyes warm and kind, loving and soft. "I believe fate has plans for us, Thranduil. I am not sure if good or bad, but my dreams have been filled with you and if that is not a sign for something, then I do not know what is. Let us live these moments we have together. I have given myself to you, and I will continue to do so, my soul, my energy, my body…" –she kissed the back of his hand and placed it upon her cheek. If this was love at first sight, he did not want it to be finished, as he gazed upon her, he swore he had never seen a sight like her, or felt anything like what he felt with her. It was as if he knew that she was the one he was going to give his life to, that she was going to be the one he would wake up to forever, that she was going to be the one to soothe and understand him when the world did not. She was his eternity, he knew it deep into his very soul –a connection so strong, he was still in a daze.

After departing from the faerie kingdom, Thranduil started sending his lover, letters and small attentions, making even his father knowledgeable of the fact that his son was smitten with one of the King Fafner's daughters. He could not blame him, though, he too was smitten with one a long time ago. Many more visits continued to happen after that, sometimes without the company of his father, only to give his beloved a secret embrace in the cover of the rose garden or steal kisses from her as they rode through the poppy fields and then show her how much he loved her with each day that passed, in the comforts of her bed, the stars and the moon their only witness.

Until that fateful day. Until she was taken from him by the army of orcs that took down her entire kin, and they were wiped out of existence by those foul creatures, as if they didn't even exist and the only reminders of their culture remaining the ruins of their homes, tall walls that had been corroded by time and weather.

For many years he grieved and mourned, for many years he held wrath as his sharpest weapon while he slayed orcs at the side of his father in the Battle of Dagorlad, where his father fell and he had to take the reins and return as not the heir and prince, but the King. The boy turned into a man and that man's eyes turned hard and cold as the sorrows gathered and the responsibility weighted upon his shoulders the same as the crown he wore upon his head.

The past became but a ghost and so did the haunting smile of his first love, buried deep into his heart as he married, as he became a father and cared for his son….and as his wife perished and his heart wept more. There was a time when he believed his very soul was going to be torn apart piece by piece, so great was his pain. However, he remained unmoved, he remained strong and solemn, but his eyes only became duller with time, and his decisions more heartless, until he returned from the Battle of the Five Armies…

To be continued.

Thranduil in this prologue is 50 years old, so you can imagine he was young then...
it is also why he is slightly ooc...I can imagine he was not as serious or hardened by war then
I kind of imagined him being more...carefree?
and Oropher is still alive then yay!

mela en' coiamin = love of my life
ada = father
ionneg = son/my son

Mellonamin, I'narr en gothrim glinuva nuin I'anor. = my friend, the bones of our foes will gleam under the sun.