The sun started to go down as the riot started to calm. The war was ending
and the good had prevailed. Nevertheless, the darkness still clouded in
Middle Earth. Lives had been lost in the war and every being must yield to
the course of nature.
Legolas, prince of Mirkwood and heir of the kingdom, rushed to his father, Thranduil's, side.
"Father, you mustn't give in. You can't do this father," Legolas said in a shaking voice.
"I'm sorry Legolas, but my time has come, you must bring this war to an end."
Thranduil tried to calm his son down and make him realize the truth of his condition.
"Who did this to him. WHO?" Legolas yelled at one of his soldiers.
"You need not know, your duty is to keep the peace of Middle Earth, not to exact revenge," Thranduil said, trying to stop his son while fighting against his own coming death.
"I can't father, I must know." Legolas demanded.
"This is war Legolas. People die in the war. It's no one's fault," Thranduil gasped out.
"My lord, it was the king Durauth of Mirdonost. He is the one who did this to our king."
Altus, the commander of Mirkwood's army answered the prince with anger in his voice.
"I will kill him," Legolas said, gritting his teeth and letting the anger wash over him.
"No, Legolas let him be. The war must be stopped now. I know that I cannot hold on any longer," Thranduil said, shaking in Legolas's arms, "take care of our kingdom Legolas, I know that you will make a good king. I will always be by your side. I will always be with you and guide you through. Take care my son, keep my kingdom well under your hand."
Thranduil was shaking hard and his breath came out in uneven gasps. "I love you my son." Thranduil's eyes closed and he took his last breath.
"No, father no, please don't do this to me! No father, I can't! I'm not ready," Legolas sobbed as he clung to the body of his father.
"My lord, the king Thranduil, is gone. His son Legolas is now our king. Long live the king of Mirkwood," Altus called as he knelt down in front of Legolas.
The whole army began to kneel down as they all called out, "Long live King Legolas! Long lives the king of Mirkwood!"
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"What! How can this happen? The army is moving backwards?" Durauth yelled at his son, Dealach.
"Yes, father. Our allies have betrayed us." Dealach answered.
"But we just won! Thranduil has been killed! Our army has just won over the forces of Mirkwood. This CANNOT HAPPEN!" Durauth screamed louder every second.
"Father, Rivendell and Lothlorien's armies have combined. They are now too hard to destroy. Our allies have left and our forces are depleated. All has been lost father," Dealach said trying to reason with his father.
He was stopped short by a resounding slap to the face.
"Never say that word to me again, Dealach, I never lose. I never lose," Durauth hissed at his son before turning and walking out of the tent.
Dealach put his hand to the reddish mark on his face and suppressed his emotions. He wouldn't give his father the satisfaction of seeing him react. He could simply hate him in silence. He slowly walked out of the tent the way his father had gone.
The war was over and the alliance had lost to the armies of Rivendell, Mirkwood, and Lothlorien. Peace reigned in Middle Earth once again. Even though the war has over and every city and kingdom were united, the heart of a man who had lost his father in the battle was still full of agony, anger, and hate. He was now the king of Mirkwood and he waited for the day that he would fulfill the revenge that lay smoldering. The revenge he had been waiting for since his father had stopped breathing.
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"Father, this is such a beautiful day. We should walk in the garden. The roses are so beautiful. It might help you feel better," the beautiful voice of a lady, whispered into her father's ear while they walked in the hallway.
"Aphelion, you remind me so much of your mother. She was kind and beautiful like you. I miss her," the old man said as he walked with his daughter down to the garden.
After the war, King Durauth had developed an illness and his condition seemed to grow worse. The healer had tried hard to find a cure, but his condition never grew any better. Durauth knew that his time was coming, but he worried about his kingdom. Dealach, his heir to the throne, was weak and loved to gamble. He lost so much in the games that he was running out of funds everyday. However, Durauth had no choice but to give his crown to his first-born son. His only comfort was the fact that he knew his daughter would never let him down. Aphelion loved Mirdonost enough to do anything to keep it free; she would die for it if necessary.
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"My lady, the king is not going to live past this night, you must get your brother," the healer addressed the bad news to the princess.
"I knew this would happen, but I didn't expect it so quickly. I'm not ready," Aphelion said with a shaking voice as her eyes filled with tears.
"What's going on? What's happening to father?" Dealach said as he rushed into his father's chambers.
"He is going, brother, he is leaving us for Valinor," Aphelion said as she tried to face the truth.
"Can you do something?" Dealach asked the healer.
"I'm sorry my lord, but the king's condition has gotten worse and nothing can change that. It was the old war wounds that caused all this. I am truly sorry," the healer explained softly.
"Dealach, listen to me. You must not leave my kingdom in vain. You must do everything to keep my kingdom well and take care of your sister. Do not give in no matter what happen," Durauth demanded as his life ebbed away.
" I can't do this much longer…." Durauth said, holding Aphelion's hand tightly, "my daughter, you must help your brother, and I know you will never let me down."
Durauth's eyes started to close and his hand slipped out of Aphelion's grasp slowly. Durauth was gone forever. Tears spilled from Aphelion's eyes as she looked at her father's face for the last time.
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"My lord, King Durauth of Mirdonost is dead," Altus reported to Legolas.
"Finally, my time has come Altus, I will cause pain to everyone who caused me pain. Dealach will learn the agony I suffer. Mirdonost will pay for my loss," Legolas promised as he walked out of his sturdy.
Legolas, prince of Mirkwood and heir of the kingdom, rushed to his father, Thranduil's, side.
"Father, you mustn't give in. You can't do this father," Legolas said in a shaking voice.
"I'm sorry Legolas, but my time has come, you must bring this war to an end."
Thranduil tried to calm his son down and make him realize the truth of his condition.
"Who did this to him. WHO?" Legolas yelled at one of his soldiers.
"You need not know, your duty is to keep the peace of Middle Earth, not to exact revenge," Thranduil said, trying to stop his son while fighting against his own coming death.
"I can't father, I must know." Legolas demanded.
"This is war Legolas. People die in the war. It's no one's fault," Thranduil gasped out.
"My lord, it was the king Durauth of Mirdonost. He is the one who did this to our king."
Altus, the commander of Mirkwood's army answered the prince with anger in his voice.
"I will kill him," Legolas said, gritting his teeth and letting the anger wash over him.
"No, Legolas let him be. The war must be stopped now. I know that I cannot hold on any longer," Thranduil said, shaking in Legolas's arms, "take care of our kingdom Legolas, I know that you will make a good king. I will always be by your side. I will always be with you and guide you through. Take care my son, keep my kingdom well under your hand."
Thranduil was shaking hard and his breath came out in uneven gasps. "I love you my son." Thranduil's eyes closed and he took his last breath.
"No, father no, please don't do this to me! No father, I can't! I'm not ready," Legolas sobbed as he clung to the body of his father.
"My lord, the king Thranduil, is gone. His son Legolas is now our king. Long live the king of Mirkwood," Altus called as he knelt down in front of Legolas.
The whole army began to kneel down as they all called out, "Long live King Legolas! Long lives the king of Mirkwood!"
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"What! How can this happen? The army is moving backwards?" Durauth yelled at his son, Dealach.
"Yes, father. Our allies have betrayed us." Dealach answered.
"But we just won! Thranduil has been killed! Our army has just won over the forces of Mirkwood. This CANNOT HAPPEN!" Durauth screamed louder every second.
"Father, Rivendell and Lothlorien's armies have combined. They are now too hard to destroy. Our allies have left and our forces are depleated. All has been lost father," Dealach said trying to reason with his father.
He was stopped short by a resounding slap to the face.
"Never say that word to me again, Dealach, I never lose. I never lose," Durauth hissed at his son before turning and walking out of the tent.
Dealach put his hand to the reddish mark on his face and suppressed his emotions. He wouldn't give his father the satisfaction of seeing him react. He could simply hate him in silence. He slowly walked out of the tent the way his father had gone.
The war was over and the alliance had lost to the armies of Rivendell, Mirkwood, and Lothlorien. Peace reigned in Middle Earth once again. Even though the war has over and every city and kingdom were united, the heart of a man who had lost his father in the battle was still full of agony, anger, and hate. He was now the king of Mirkwood and he waited for the day that he would fulfill the revenge that lay smoldering. The revenge he had been waiting for since his father had stopped breathing.
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"Father, this is such a beautiful day. We should walk in the garden. The roses are so beautiful. It might help you feel better," the beautiful voice of a lady, whispered into her father's ear while they walked in the hallway.
"Aphelion, you remind me so much of your mother. She was kind and beautiful like you. I miss her," the old man said as he walked with his daughter down to the garden.
After the war, King Durauth had developed an illness and his condition seemed to grow worse. The healer had tried hard to find a cure, but his condition never grew any better. Durauth knew that his time was coming, but he worried about his kingdom. Dealach, his heir to the throne, was weak and loved to gamble. He lost so much in the games that he was running out of funds everyday. However, Durauth had no choice but to give his crown to his first-born son. His only comfort was the fact that he knew his daughter would never let him down. Aphelion loved Mirdonost enough to do anything to keep it free; she would die for it if necessary.
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"My lady, the king is not going to live past this night, you must get your brother," the healer addressed the bad news to the princess.
"I knew this would happen, but I didn't expect it so quickly. I'm not ready," Aphelion said with a shaking voice as her eyes filled with tears.
"What's going on? What's happening to father?" Dealach said as he rushed into his father's chambers.
"He is going, brother, he is leaving us for Valinor," Aphelion said as she tried to face the truth.
"Can you do something?" Dealach asked the healer.
"I'm sorry my lord, but the king's condition has gotten worse and nothing can change that. It was the old war wounds that caused all this. I am truly sorry," the healer explained softly.
"Dealach, listen to me. You must not leave my kingdom in vain. You must do everything to keep my kingdom well and take care of your sister. Do not give in no matter what happen," Durauth demanded as his life ebbed away.
" I can't do this much longer…." Durauth said, holding Aphelion's hand tightly, "my daughter, you must help your brother, and I know you will never let me down."
Durauth's eyes started to close and his hand slipped out of Aphelion's grasp slowly. Durauth was gone forever. Tears spilled from Aphelion's eyes as she looked at her father's face for the last time.
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"My lord, King Durauth of Mirdonost is dead," Altus reported to Legolas.
"Finally, my time has come Altus, I will cause pain to everyone who caused me pain. Dealach will learn the agony I suffer. Mirdonost will pay for my loss," Legolas promised as he walked out of his sturdy.