***A NOTE TO MY READERS:***
Thank you for patience, as I have not posted these chapters on a regular basis lately. I have had to take some time to deal with several recent deaths in my family. It was devastating, but life dies go on... eventually. Again, thank you! 💗💗💗
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Chapter Forty-Seven
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SUMMARY: We backtrack a bit, to see our Kings bid the kiddies farewell. The Harad King gives Tilda an idea, and our boys enjoy a little private sojourn.
Rhian talks with Hannah and Indis, tells them what's on her mind, and Gandalf arrives with a plan.
Letters from the Golden Wood! What will Daeron say to Rhian?
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"I love you. I want to do everything with you. I want to marry you and have kids with you and get old with you. And then I want to die the day before you do, so I never have to live without you."
― Stacey Jay, Juliet Immortal
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City of Dale, 4th of June 2943 T.A.
While the Kings and Princes awaited Gandalf's arrival, there was no reason why the children couldn't go home as planned. Dáin and Thranduil even offered to help escort them to their borders.
"After all those bairns 'ave been through, I don' want te see anythin' 'appen. Let's get them home safe, Aye?"
"It would also send a clear message, Your Majesty." Thranduil seconded. "Should anyone consider continuing this practice, they will face the wrath Elves and Dwarves as well as Men."
Abdullon considered this, "I accept. My son, Prince Muharrem, will lead the caravan. Princes Jammell and Azimullah will remain with me, while we await the arrival your… how do you say? Weessard?"
"Wizard." Bard corrected. "After they leave, you and your family are welcome to stay here in Dale. We have a large house set aside for visitors such as yourself, complete with staff and we can make arrangements to house your Guards, either with you, or in a house nearby."
"I think I would like that, but we have our own servants with us, if you do not mind."
"Of course. Lady Hilda will meet with your Secretary to make the arrangements."
The night before the children's departure, a feast was held in the Great Hall, with speeches, toasts, and an abundance of well-wishes. Thranduil looked on proudly as Tauriel took Sigrid and Bain around the tables to speak to each child, and personally wish them a safe journey, and offered hugs and handshakes to those who had become personal friends.
Tilda sat on her Ada's lap and peppered the King of Harad with questions: How many kids does he have? Does he live in a tent, or a palace? How big are the Oliphants? Do people ride them? Does he have any? How many? Can you ride the Lions, too? Why not? What are Apes?
Abdullon patiently answered the little girl, until Thranduil gently suggested she might be pestering the King.
"Nonsense," he said. "Your daughter is curious, and that is an excellent quality." He smiled at Tilda. "Never be afraid to ask questions, child. The more you learn, the more you can teach others."
"I'm sorry I was afraid before," Tilda said. "I think you're nice."
"And I think you are very brave," Abdullon touched his forehead and bowed his head. "You remind me of one of my daughters, when she was your age. Nuisha is her name, and she, too was curious about the world."
"How old is she now?"
"She is in her thirty-first year, and instructs young children."
"Like at school? I go to school, here! Miss Eryn, that's my teacher, she's really nice."
"Your Miss Eryn is fortunate to have such a fine pupil." Abdullon smiled. "Perhaps, one day, you will become a teacher."
"What do you think, Tithen Pen?" Thranduil smiled at the little girl in her lap. "Would you want to teach children?"
She nodded shyly. "Da says we all have to have jobs, even though I'm a Princess. My sister Sigrid wants to be a Healer and Bain's got to be King, so he's got one, but I don't know yet. Teaching might be fun."
"It would, my Tithen Pen, but remember: teachers must spell all their words correctly."
"I am afraid that is true, Tilda." Abdullon chuckled.
"Oh." Tilda drooped. "I hate spelling!"
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After the feast, the Harad brought several large wagons covered with thick blankets into the Courtyard. The first one was uncovered to reveal a large load of burlap sacks with a distinctive fragrance.
"Buna!" Adila and some of the older Harad children clapped their hands with delight. "It's Buna!"
The King of Dale stepped down off the dais. "Whatever it is, it smells wonderful."
"It is called 'coffee' in Westron, and is dark drink that one brews, like tea," Thranduil explained. "I have only had it a few times, it was quite good, especially with a little milk. "
"I confess," Abdullon said, "I was going to give to you, King Bard, but I think I have a better idea." To Adila's surprise, he walked over to her, took her hands, and spoke to her softly in Haradish. She looked shocked, then a slow smile began to creep across her face, then she nodded her head and smiled.
"Forgive my rudeness, I beg you." Abdullon touched his forehead and bowed. "Adila and I spoke privately this morning, and she expressed a desire to leave your fair City and return with us."
"If that's what she needs, I'll not stand in her way," Bard offered. "She deserves my blessing in whatever she wants to do."
"But that is the difficulty, you see. I do not believe she truly wishes to be with us, as much as she seeks to run from her grief. I understand this, as I lost my dearest wife just a year ago. I have explained to her that she must stay where her children are happy, and that her sorrow will follow her, no matter where she goes."
"I am afraid that is true, Mistress," Thranduil gave her a compassionate look.
Abdullon continued. "I would also like such a fine woman to remain with you, to represent the best of my country. To that end, I have gifted these beans, along with the equipment to Adila, wife of Bron, in hopes that she will open a small place such as we have in all over Harad, where people can gather and enjoy themselves over a cup of Buna. The lady has agreed to this, with your permission of course."
"You have it." Bard smiled. "I think it would be perfect."
"Oh, how wonderful!" Hilda ran over and threw her arms around Adila, with Hannah close behind her. "I'm so glad you'll stay, love. It would break my heart to see you leave."
"That's right," Hannah squeezed the Harad woman's shoulders. "I'll have Ben build you a cute little place in the Market and we'll get you whatever you need."
"Allow me," King Abdullon turned to his Secretary, who laid a small chest at her feet. "In honor of your service to our children, and to our people, Imebēti Adila, I would like to present you with a small token of my esteem." He leaned down to open it, to reveal gold coins, silver, and several jewels.
While not immensely rich, Adila was now a woman of considerable means.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for such a generous gift!" She prostrated herself in Harad fashion.
"Please, child." Abdullon bent down and helped her to her feet. "You have paid a terrible price for your kindness." He put his hand under her chin. "No amount of money could replace your husband, yet I will not let your sorrow to go unnoticed, nor will I allow you to struggle to support your children. This you must accept, Adila," he smiled, "not from a King, but a fellow Mīsiti, for I loved my wife, and I know the depths of your grief."
At that Hilda became teary, and Hannah, who didn't want her friends to feel alone, joined her. Adila looked over at Bard, who nodded his approval, because he couldn't really speak, just then. Thranduil's face remained still, but he reached up and squeezed Bard's elbow.
But Abdullon wasn't finished. "I would also like to thank you, Lord Bard, and your City for what you have done. When we received news that our children were housed safely in the City of Bells, I commissioned this to be made, in hopes that when you hear it, you will think fondly of your young visitors and their time here."
At his signal, the cover from the other wagon was pulled away, to reveal a large bell, shined and polished to perfection.
Everyone on the dais gasped, as Bard walked over to the wagon with and traced his hand over the inscription, as he read it aloud:
"In the Gravest Danger,
Hope Found Us.
From the Deepest Darkness,
We Were Brought Back to the Light.
Thank you, Men, Elves, and Dwarves of the North,
From the Children of Harad and Their Grateful Families,
For Drying Our Tears,
And Healing Our Hearts.
Below this was listed the names of every single child that was rescued last October.
"Oh, my…" Bard said, softly. "This is…"
"I believe my husband wishes to express his deepest appreciation," Thranduil said, with a smile, as everyone burst into applause.
"Yes, thank you," Bard nodded. "We'll install it in the East Bell Tower, to honor our friends there."
But the King of Harad wasn't done. "Your new City has gone to great expense to care for my people, and I insist upon paying that debt." He clapped his hands and three more chests were placed on the dais. When they were opened, the crowd let out a collective gasp.
"I can't accept this! This far more than any cost we—"
"Bard," Thranduil said, gently, as he noticed Adila's face, and she quickly stepped in.
She came to stand between them, and spoke to Abdullon quickly in their language, then turned to the Kings, "To refuse a gift in my country is the gravest of insults. I have explained that you are merely being modest, and this is simply a misunderstanding. It is important to my people to accept any gift, even a compliment, with an expression of thanks."
Bard looked sheepish. "My apologies, Abdullon. You've been unbelievably generous, and I didn't mean to cause a problem." He bowed and saluted. "My people happily accept your gift and it will be used to serve our people in your name."
Dáin was also presented with a small chest of rare jewels from the mines of Harad, and a necklace for Queen Dilna made from such stones, as thanks for the discovery and rescue of their children. Both were delighted.
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The next morning, there was a Parade through the streets of Dale. At the head, Abdullon rode next to Bard, and behind them, Thranduil next to Dáin, followed by the wagons, then the entire Harad escort. Two wagons containing Dwalin, Bifur, Bofur and twenty other Dwarves followed, and bringing up the rear was Feren, riding beside Rúmil, who led his Galadhrim, and fourteen members of the Army of the Woodland Realm. They were an impressive sight, as the sun reflected the polished armor.
As was the custom, the people of Dale lined the streets, to bid the Harad children a very fond, and tearful farewell.
The Harad children had huge smiles on their faces, as they waved, and called out to various friends. The women waved, and blew their noses. The children ran up and handed them flowers, and wished them a safe trip. The men raised their hands, and said a gruff goodbye. Constable Tom could hardly keep his composure, Rod from the Long Lake Inn had his arm around his wife, who was sobbing into his shoulder, and the Baker buried his face in his apron, and accidentally covered his face with flour.
When the Parade stopped at the East Gate, Bard raised his hand to offer his blessings for a safe trip, followed by Thranduil who offered a prayer in Sindarin.
The four Kings, the Princes and their Guards watched the caravan until it disappeared in the distance, and with a sigh, rode back into a rather subdued City.
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"What a day," Bard moaned, as he flopped onto the bed that night. "Do you realize how much money was in those chests? There's more than enough for the Widows and Orphans, the work on the Castle won't put a strain on the City's budget, and now we can think about rebuilding Laketown within the next few years!"
Thranduil looked down at his husband and began to laugh.
"What?"
"Do you recall that day in my tent, when you were convinced you could not be a King?" He crawled into bed, and stroked Bard's cheek. "You were born for this, Meleth nîn, and a credit to all those who came before you."
"From you, that really is a compliment." Bard kissed the palm of the Elf's hand. "Funny how things end up, isn't it?"
"Indeed."
"Where would we be if Bert hadn't told us what he knew? I'm sure much of what he said was told to him by the other prisoners, but what made him so driven to tell us everything?"
"I believe that meeting was meant to take place, and whatever moved Bert to speak was sent from the Valar. This will work out; I am sure of it."
"From your mouth to Varda's ears…"
Thranduil gazed into his husband's face, then kissed him. "You are doing it again," Thranduil nipped his husband's lower lip.
"Doing what?"
"'Kinging' in the bedroom." He smiled, and nibbled on Bard's earlobe. "You are very, very naughty, Bowman."
"Are you trying to discipline me?"
"Is it working?" Thranduil kissed his way down the Bowman's neck and began to pinch his nipple.
"If you keep that up, I'll do anything you want…"
"Good. Roll over."
Bard did as he was told, as the Elf reached for the oil, and began to tease his husband until he was babbling beyond the ability to form coherent words. Soon, he was slowly entering him, and began a rapid pace.
When the Bard moaned with pleasure, Thranduil laughed. "You like that, do you?"
"Oh, aye," was his answer, followed by a yelp of pleasure, as Thranduil massaged his prostate.
"Melin gi phuithad…"
"Good, cause I loved to be fucked by you," the Bowman croaked.
"Mmmm," the Elf whimpered in reply, and grabbed Bard's hips to get the angle just right, and quickened his pace. When he knew he was close, he leaned over and began to stroke Bard's cock and massage his balls.
Bard was shrieking with pleasure, as Thranduil nipped his earlobe and whispered. "Come, Bard. Come for me, now!"
They came at exactly the same time, and cried out as they both saw the bright colors and held each other as they slowly dissipated. For a long time after, they both trembled from the power of it.
Bard rested in forehead on his hands and his voice was muffled by the mattress. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but I'm surprised we lived through that."
Thranduil laughed, as he draped himself across Bard's back and tried to catch his breath. "I can think of no better way to leave this life."
"Will it be like this in Valinor, do you think?"
"I look forward to finding out. In the meantime, we'll try to struggle through."
"I'm game if you are." Bard sighed.
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City of Dale, 7th of July 2943 T.A.
Turamarth opened his door to find Rhian standing there with a basket of muffins.
"Suilad, Mellon nîn! That smells good!"
"They just came out of the oven." She grinned. "I heard your mother was here?"
"She is. Please, come in."
Indis stood up and kissed both Rhian's cheeks. "Hello, gwinnig. You look radiant."
"Well, I feel radiant, actually. Could I talk to you?"
"Do you wish me to leave?" Tur offered.
"No, please; I'd like to speak to both of you, if I could." She sat down nervously.
"Would you like some tea, Rhian?" Tur offered.
"Yes, but could we have it after? I have to tell you both something and I need to say it before I lose my nerve." Rhian's hands worried themselves. "I didn't see you at the Vigil."
"I have been covering Ivran's shifts, so I was at the Castle. My mother joined me in the Courtyard for the prayers."
"I wondered. Anyway, I… something happened that night, and I went to talk to Lord Thranduil to make sure, and I've waited a bit, to see if I was just being flighty…"
"Child, what is wrong?" Indis asked with growing concern.
"Well, nothing is really wrong. I… wrote Daeron a letter, and I thought I'd wait until I heard from him to tell you, but I can't stand it! I've got to talk about it, and even if he says no, I think you should know…"
"Know what, Rhian? Is this about Evan? If he hurt you, I will—"
"No, nothing like that. In fact, we stopped seeing each other last month."
"He rejected you?" He was on his feet in a second.
"NO!"
"Turamarth," Indis said quietly, as she studied Rhian's face. "Sit back down, and let the young lady finish."
The Guardian took his seat, but remained wary.
"We're just friends, Tur. It was never more than that, but still, I'm glad I went out with him. It showed me how much better I am, and that I…want more. I'm ready to have more with someone, just not him. Evan was great about it, and we're still friends, but I…" she blew out her breath. "I want someone else."
Turamarth looked between his mother, who was trying not to smile, and Rhian, who looked as nervous as she did when he first met her. "I do not understand," he murmured.
"Oh, Ion nîn," Indis sighed and rolled her eyes. "That is because you are male, and naturally obtuse. I think what our dear friend is trying to tell us, is that she is in love with my nephew, and your cousin." The Counselor gave her a wide smile. "Is that not correct?"
Slowly it dawned on the Guardian. "You mean…"
Rhian nodded.
"You love Daeron? You have fallen in love with him?"
Rhian blushed and nodded, then began to giggle. "I've kept it to myself for a little while, but he's all I think about and I… I just want to be with him, always."
"Does he know this?"
"I wrote him weeks ago, but haven't heard back yet." She looked at the Elves. "What if he decides he doesn't want to be with me? I keep thinking of all the things that could go wrong, but—"
Turamarth was across the room, swept Rhian off the chair hugged her. "MA! Edregol vêr, Rhian! This is the best news!"
"So, you think he'll want me?" she asked, when he put her down.
"Will he want you?" Tur laughed. "He has always wanted you!"
"So Thranduil said, but…" she looked at him nervously. "How many people knew about this? I feel uncomfortable that you all had this big secret about me, and..."
"Please let go of the poor girl." Indis extricated the young girl from Tur's arms, and led her to the sofa, where she took her hands. "It is true, child. We kept a secret from you, and I hope you can forgive us. That was the way Daeron wanted it, but we did it for you, too."
"But why didn't he—"
The Elleth cupped her cheek. "Search your feelings, Rhian; you already know the answer to that, do you not?"
"I suppose I do. He wanted me to be free to work it out for myself. But what if I disappointed everyone? You're my friends, and I'd lose you!"
"No, you would not. We care about you for yourself, Rhian, not because of who loves you. Daeron deserves the same. Tell me, are your feelings borne of gratitude, because he done so much for you?"
"I've been thinking hard about that, because that was what I was afraid of…"
"What do you think about, when he enters your mind?" Indis probed gently.
"Well, I picture us in my garden, or walking in the woods holding hands. Watching Darryn grow up together, and maybe having more children... I see us in my house, doing simple things, like smiling at me over dinner, or reading a book, or teaching Darryn how to do things. I think about waking up with him," she blushed, "and…well…I think about going to bed with him, too."
Rhian looked at Indis in earnest. "I know it's real, because none of those things have to do with rescuing me, don't you see? I don't love him because he's a hero. I love him, because he's smart, and kind and funny…. And I dream about ordinary, everyday things, that add up to life with Daeron, and I want that more than anything in the world!
"Of course, I'm grateful to him, but if that was going to make me love him, I think it would have happened a while ago, and probably would be fizzled out by now." A tear fell from her eye. "It's not infatuation, it's more than that! And I'd never hurt Daeron, by saying anything until I knew for sure, don't you see?"
Indis took the girl in her arms. "Oh, hênig… I am filled with happiness for both of you!"
Turamarth's throat tightened, as he kissed Rhian's temple. "I will get us that tea, now."
In the privacy of the kitchen, he leaned his back against the wall, let out a sigh and said a private prayer of thanks.
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City of Dale, 8th of July 2943 T.A.
"Stars, I hope that's Gandalf! Bard and Thranduil looked at each other as the bells went off, signaling the approach of a visitor. "He was supposed to be here two days ago!"
The King of Dale got up from his desk and followed his Elf out to the dais, where Thranduil sent quick instructions to a Guard to summon the Harad King and his sons, and sent Turamarth to get Bert, who had been temporarily set up in the spare room of his and Rúmil's apartment.
Within a few minutes, Gandalf's horse appeared in the courtyard, and finally came to a stop. The Wizard dismounted, and murmured to his horse what appeared to be a spell to ensure the animal's comfort during their long journey. He handed the reins over to a Guard and walked up the steps.
"Well, you two look considerably better than the last time I saw you," the Wizard grinned. "How's your leg, Bard?"
"Good as new, thanks to Ermon's stubbornness and Hilda's threats."
"Not to mention a husband who nearly lost his life trying to heal you," Thranduil smirked, and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, that." Bard winked, then shook Gandalf's hand. "I'm glad you're here," he said softly. "Did you have trouble on the road?"
"Not at all, dear boy. I'm sorry for the delay, but I was making some…special arrangements, as you will soon see."
"Glad to hear it." Bard said. "We'll go into the conference room, as soon as everyone arrives." Just then, the Harad party approached. "Ah, there he is… Gandalf, may I introduce you to his Illustrious Majesty, Abdullon IV, King of Harad and his sons?"
The Wizard bowed and offered a perfect Harad salute, and said, "Melikami; kibirih. Besibisebachini se'ati ānidi kokebi yaberali."
Oh, you clever Wizard, Bard thought with a smile. This meeting was important, and Gandalf was making it plain from the start that there would be no chance of miscommunication.
"And this is Bert, son of Bregor in the Wold, the source of the information we obtained, Mithrandir," Thranduil introduced the man, who arrived beside Tur. Shall we go into the conference room? We cannot be overheard."
"Lead the way, Thranduil. I need to know the entire story."
Once they were seated around the table, Bard gave orders that they were not to be disturbed, then Thranduil raised his hand and spoke a Silencing Spell.
"Now, Bert, is it?" Gandalf turned to him. "Tell me everything you know; the slightest detail could make all the difference."
The Man nervously began the story of his recruitment and his efforts to leave, once he found out the truth of this operation. "They knew the names of my family, and their ages, which told me they had spies right in my village, ready to kill them if I so much as breath a word."
"And you say this is why so many prisoners committed suicide? To keep their families safe?"
"Aye. If they're dead, no one could accuse them of betraying The Boss."
"Go on," Gandalf looked at the man intensely.
And Bert did. His version today was filled with much more vivid detail, which was difficult to listen to, particularly for the Harad, but there were lists of names, dates places, descriptions of men and those who were complicit in local governments.
As it turned out, Bert was more than just an enforcer, he had held an administrative position, which made him the perfect source for taking down this enterprise.
"I should have had someone write all this down, as he was telling it," Bard apologized.
"Begging your pardon, but I've been working on a list." Bert reached into his tunic and pulled out a thick stack of folded paper. "I was thinkin' it might come in handy."
Bless you, Bert…. Bard stole a glance at his Elf. He must have written down every scrap of information he could glean from his companions!
"I'll take those, lad." Gandalf reached his hand out to take the papers, and as he shuffled through them, he exclaimed. "It's all here… Bert, you have just increased the odds of our success by a thousand-fold!"
"Oh, it wasn't really anything special, sir…"
"You have probably prevented a World War; I'd say that was remarkable, my boy!" The Grey Pilgrim laughed.
"What do my sons and I do?" Abdullon asked.
The Wizard sighed. "As hard as it is, you must wait. To do otherwise, could get the victims killed. Your best chance of protecting them is to wait."
The Crown Prince exploded with frustration. "We cannot just sit idly by!" Jammell shouted. "I will not!"
King Abdullon glowered at the Crown Prince. "We will do nothing to endanger our children, but surely you understand, this wait will be agony."
"I do, and I'm heartily sorry, but your distinctive appearance prevents any attempt at disguise. It is the same with Elves or Dwarves, as much as I would like the help. Stealth is our greatest weapon, Majesty."
This seemed to mollify even the Crown Prince. "Apologies for my impatience. Please; go on."
The Wizard pulled out a map of the area. "Ecthelion is gathering his men here, in Southern Ithilien. I will meet there to give him Bert's information, then he'll wait for my signal. Then, while I am dealing with matters in the Hall of Kings, Ecthelion will coordinate the attacks on these places, rescue the victims."
"A distraction," A slow smile crept over Bard's face.
"Precisely. This Eredan's eyes will be fixed upon me, and he'll not be given time to send out any warnings. Surprise is the key here."
"How long will all this take?"
"A few days."Gandalf smiled. "Ecthelion has been told to expect me tomorrow." He looked over to Bert. "And I won't be going alone."
"If you'll have me." Bert's face was more animated and eager than Bard had ever seen. "I'll help you see this through."
"Good." The Wizard studied the Princes. "I would like the Princes to wait here, at the Crossing of Poros," he pointed to the map. "But you must not interfere."
Jammell looked suspicious, but his brother grabbed his arm. "What is more important, wenidimi? Your foolish pride, or the lives of our missing children?"
In Haradish, Abdullon addressed his son in a demeanor that was not to be argued with. Jammell to his credit, look chastened, and nodded his head.
Thranduil was puzzled. "Mithrandir, I fail to see how you could possibly get there by tomorrow. Even with an enchantment on your horses, it will take weeks!"
"Oh, that…" The Wizard laughed. "I do have friends in high places. And some of those places are… quite high."
Thranduil pondered this for a moment, then his eyes grew large. "Surely you do not mean…"
"I do, and they will be here within the hour."
The Elvenking threw back his head and laughed. "Of course! That is brilliant!"
"What am I missing, here?" Bard was completely confused.
"Hervenn nîn, you have seen these friends before, but now you will be formally introduced."
"To whom?" Bard's eyebrows raised.
"I would not dream of spoiling Mithrandir's surprise!" Thranduil said with a huge grin, "shall we continue this in the Courtyard? Let us send for the children; they would not want to miss it!"
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Forty-five minutes later...
"Ulmo's balls…" The King of Dale whispered to himself.
"Bloody fuck..." Bain said, under his breath.
"My Lands!" Hilda clasped her chest, after she smacked Bain.
"Great buckets of goat shit…" Percy was too flabbergasted to keep his voice down, and Hilda jabbed him with her elbow.
"Wow…" Sigrid eyes were like saucers. "Just... Wow."
Tilda didn't say anything. Her eyes went wide and she ran over to her Ada, who picked her up. "Do not be afraid Tithen Pen; they are friends, who want to help us."
All stood on the dais with the Harad Royalty, and as two giant Eagles landed by the fountain.
"Are those the same ones from the Battle?" Bard asked Thranduil softly.
"They are." Thranduil, handed Tilda to Tauriel. "Come; Mithrandir will make the introductions."
They all followed Gandalf down the steps. "My friends!" The Wizard's arms opened wide. "Allow me to introduce you to our host, Bard, son of Brand, heir of Girion, and King of New Dale. This is Gwaihir, the Windlord, descendant of the Great Thorondor himself, and his brother, Landroval."
"My Lords, I am truly honored to meet you. This is our son, Prince Bain, and our daughter, Princess Sigrid." Bard bowed low, and children paid courtesy. "I'm glad for the chance to thank you personally for helping to save my people."
Gwaihir bowed his head and accepted his thanks. "You are most welcome, King Bard."
"And you know King Thranduil, of course. And his daughter, Lady Tauriel, is holding young Princess Tilda."
The Elvenking and Tauriel saluted the Eagles with great respect. "Len suilon, Brennyn nîn. Êl síla erin lû e-govaned 'wîn."
"It is good to see you, again, Lord Thranduil. Congratulations on the occasion of your marriage."
"On behalf of my husband and my family, I thank you." The Elvenking bowed his head and saluted.
Tilda finally mustered her courage and gave them shy wave.
Gandalf stepped over to the Harad group. "I would also like to introduce His Illustrious Majesty, Abdullon IV, King of Harad, and his two sons, Crown Prince Jammell, and Prince Azimullah."
Abdullon touched his head, his mouth, and his heart. "This is truly an honor, My Lords."
"The honor is mine," the Eagle replied, with all courtesy.
Gandalf turned to Abdullon."Your Majesty send your sons to gather some of their things. We leave in twenty minutes. You too, Bert."
The man gulped, but nodded his head.
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Within minutes, the Kings were waving the party goodbye. Bert was behind Gandalf on Gwaihir, with his eyes closed and hanging on for dear life. Landroval carried the Harad Princes; Azimullah looked a bit nervous but thrilled, and Jammell looked slightly ashen.
Gandalf's parting words were, "We'll be back as soon as we can. Farewell for now!"
Gwaihir spread his immense wings, which spanned with width of the the Great Hall and took off, followed by Landroval. Everyone on the Dias squinted, as their hair whipped in the breeze. Within minutes, they were mere specks in the distance.
"That," murmured Bard, "is not something you see every day, do you?"
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LETTERS FROM LOTHLÓRIEN
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To Thranduil from Celeborn:
Suilad, Ettā Thranduil,
As delighted as I was to receive your last letter, it could not compare to the exuberance expressed by the Commander of your Guardians, upon receiving his.
We do not know the contents of his letter, but from the manner in which Daeron whooped and shouted with glee from one end of Caras Galadhon to the other, indicated to us (and our entire City!) that the news was good. This suspicion was confirmed when Haldir and Orophin joined in the loud merriment thus disturbing the peace of the entire forest floor.
While Galadriel and I were pleased for the Guardian, we gently suggested they express their joy a bit more quietly. We were then invited to an impromptu celebration at their talon, and continued long after Galadriel and I went home. There were twelve empty bottles when we left, plus six which had yet to be opened.
I am pleased to report that tranquility reigns once again in our fair land, as none of the Elves in question could speak above a whisper for several days, and had difficulty with noise of any kind.
Naturally, I administered the traditional "hangover remedy"1to our erstwhile Elves (though Galadriel chided me for being cruel).
You may be interested to know that this concoction originated with my Grandfather, (your Great-Great Grandfather) Elmo, then passed down to my father, Galadhon, when he found myself, my brother Galathil, your father,Oropher, and Galion (believe it or not), passed out cold in an alcove in Menegroth! (Your Uncle Galadhon refused to reveal how he first became acquainted with this brew, no matter how many times I asked him…).
Is this some unofficial Rite of Passage for all Ellyn, do you think? Our Elves have also observed the time-honored tradition of avoiding the Healers, who could offer relief. It is a matter of masculine pride, to "tough it out," which my wife also thinks is ridiculous. But I confess, I was also guilty of such foolishness.
Galadriel once again expressed her gratitude for having a daughter, and not a son…
It has been too long since you and I spent any time together, Thranduil, so I have discussed things with my wife, and we have decided to accompany your Guardians on their return home to the Woodland Realm. If your husband is willing, we would like to spend some time in Dale, to meet your delightful new family, and see this renewed City of Bells for ourselves.
Galadriel sends her love, and looks forward to more letters from your young daughter.
With much affection, I remain
Your humble servant and friend,
Celeborn
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From Daeron to Turamarth:
Suilad Gwador!
I am in the most beautiful place on Middle Earth, but my mind is fixed on home, and these last weeks will seem interminable.
As I am sure you know, I received a letter from Rhian, and I could not help but shout with joy…
Haldir and Orophin are very happy for me, and the Lord and Lady joined us for a rather lengthy celebration in our home, and I have to confess I was rather reckless with the amount of wine I consumed. I do not remember much after that, and paid for my sins for days afterward.
But it was worth it, Mellon. Even Lord Celeborn's evil brew was worth it.
Rhian wants me! She loves me!
I have kept her letter in my breast pocket and can't seem to stop touching it. This envelope contains all my hopes for the future! I read it several times a day, and in the night, I often light a candle and read it some more. Perhaps I am afraid that the words will disappear from the page, and this was all a dream. I have memorized it, word for word, every swirl of her pen, every punctuation mark, everything!
Thank you, Gwador, for being my steadfast friend, and for picking up after me, when I get so absorbed in what I am doing I do not put things away.
Thank you most of all, for packing my silver lamp for the Vigil, for it was on that night that I first learned to hope that the one I love returns my feelings. I have a future to hope for, and the joy of it cannot be contained.
Ci vellon nîn n'uir,
Daeron
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To Rúmil from Haldir:
Suilad, Gwanûr,
Hope this letter finds you well, because your brother and I are not.
Daeron received a letter three days ago that answered his prayers. It seems his love for the woman from Dale is reciprocated and we were very happy for him.
The copious amount of wine we drank that night to celebrate was irresponsible, but seemed entirely appropriate at the time, but the consequences of our revelry have been agonizing.. Today, I have managed to stay upright, but have some pity for poor Orophin, who remains in close proximity to the privy.
I cannot write more, as the words keep moving on the paper and it makes me nauseous.
I am also due to leave for the fences in two hours, must conserve my energy to stay upright on my horse.
Cuio vê,
Haldir
P.S. I know you are laughing at us. I will have my revenge, brother.
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To Tilda from Celeborn:
Suilad, Tithen Pen,
My wife tells me you are enjoying yourself this summer, and yes, she did pass on your greeting, which I gladly accepted.
I have some news, which you might find interesting, especially concerning your little friend Liam. Does he still hold the opinion that women belong in the home?
My wife and I have decided to come to Dale when Daeron returns, so if you would like to arrange an introduction, this Liam might find the Lady Galadriel quite interesting, yes?
My Lady and I very much look forward to meeting you and your family.
Until then,
Galo Anor erin râd lîn, Tithen Pen ,
Celeborn
P.S. I approve of the practice of speaking to your Da in Sindarin. Keep it up!
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To Rhian from Daeron:
Oh, Rhian, Meleth nîn,
You say you are afraid I would turn you away? I wish you could have seen my reaction when I received your letter! Haldir and Orophin will attest to my joy, and the Lord and Lady will gladly bear witness to my shouts of happiness.
Heryn vuin, I felt something for you that first day I met you, though I did not quite understand it. Your fëa touched me.
Do you want to know when I first knew I was in love with you? Darryn was just weeks old, and you were in your rooms with Aunt Indis. I was holding the baby, you smiled at me, and my heart wanted to burst. I knew in that moment, it was you, Rhian. It would always be you.
But you needed to heal, Hind Calen. You needed time to understand yourself, without the pressure of living up to anyone's expectation. I wanted you to know how wonderful and strong you could be on your own. You deserved that that gift, even more than what could be between us!
I love you for your beauty, of course I do! You are so lovely, Meleth nîn, it is hard not to lose myself in your green eyes, and your face surrounded by all that glorious, wavy hair…
But it is your heart I love most, dearest lady. You are so strong, and brave and determined to be the most for yourself, which is all I have ever wanted for you, Hind Calen. And, you love me, which completes my happiness.
I am counting the minutes until I can feel you in my arms, because my home is wherever you are.
Sevig i veleth nîn, Hind Calen. Urieb…
Daeron
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ELVEN TRANSLATIONS:
Melin gi phuithad… - I love to fuck you…"
"MA! Edregol vêr, Rhian!"- YES! That's wonderful, Rhian!"
Len suilon, Brennyn nîn. Êl síla erin lû e-govaned 'wîn. – I greet you, My Lords. A star shines on the hour of our meeting.
Ci vellon nîn n'uir – Forever you are my friend.
Suilad – Greetings
Galo Anor erin râd lîn, Tithen Pen – May the sun shine upon your path, Little One.
Heryn vuin – beloved lady
Sevig i veleth nîn, Hind Calen. Urieb… - You have my love, Green Eyes. Always…
Hind Calen – "Green eyes" Daeron's pet name for Rhian.
Meleth nîn – My Love
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NOTES:
Buna - coffee
Varinēri – (Haradish) Valar
Imebēti - Mistress
Mīsiti - Widower
Melikami; kibirihi – Well met, Your Majesty.
Besibisebachini se'ati ānidi kokebi yaberali. – A star shines on the hour of our meeting.
Wenidimi - Brother
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[1] From "What Makes a King," CH 24: "It was the same recipe Galion used on him in his youth. Feren had dared Thranduil to sneak into the wine cellars, and steal some of his father's Dorwinian. Then the two young Elves took it behind one of the barns and drank it all. After their fathers finally found them, passed out, surrounded by empty bottles, King Oropher asked Galion to give them the "hangover remedy." It actually did nothing, except make them sicker, but they learned their lesson. Years later, Galion had told Thranduil this "remedy" had been administered to King Oropher himself in his wayward youth (to Galion, too, although he hated to admit it)." /works/10838010/chapters/26414571
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