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I thought you would like to know what happened to her. My mother, Queen Eldira Jané, died in the year 160 of the fourth age, forty years after the death of my uncle Aragorn. My father, Legolas of Mirkwood, passed almost the same instant as my mother.
I only found the book containing her story when I was tidying up her things after her death. The story she wrote ends with her eventual formal marriage to Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, after she rescued me from the Haradrim a little after my sixteenth birthday. I'm two hundred and forty now, and a lot has happened since.
My mother ruled long, well and fairly. She had only one more child after me, a boy called Taure. He inherited Mirkwood when he was twenty, and rules there still. Legolas installed a steward at Mirkwood while Taure was younger, meaning he had the time to live here. But he always remained 'prince', for much as the people of Anorondor liked him and approved of his marriage to my mother, they did not want a king. I don't think he cared much for titles, though.
Kera died when she was eighty seven, which was young for those in my family who lived long, but old for those of her family who died young. The entire country was plunged into mourning, and Jemeili became mother's steward, while Coran, who disliked anything to do responsibility anyway, happily became a ranger in the fashion of my uncle, travelling Middle Earth.
When my uncle, King Elessar of Gondor, died, we all attended his funeral. Soon after, my aunt, Queen Arwen, died on Cerin Amroth, where father told me she and uncle had been betrothed. Near enough all of Middle Earth went into mourning for them. They were famed in tales, and most of the west had been included in uncle's kingdom, and all were sad to see them go.
We were present for my cousin Eldarion's crowning. Eldarion surprised us all by handing the crown to mother, and asking her to crown him, as uncle had crowned her. Mother agreed, and so the King of Gondor was crowned by the Queen of Anorondor.
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As my mother edged towards her three hundred and twenty-first birthday, both she and my father knew her death was coming. She arranged everything as best she could for me, the new Queen of Anorondor, and she spent the last week of her life in the gardens, looking as though age had finally caught up with her. Taure returned from Mirkwood as soon as he heard, and we were all surprised to see him, and how he had grown. Fine-featured, he looked remarkably like Father, only his hair was dark brown, nearly black, like Mother's. His eyes were her green too.
She was frail, a small stooped woman, a shadow of her former beauty. Her black hair was nearly white, her skin wrinkled. But her mind was as quick as ever, and her eyes flashed with life everlasting, that the chains of age could not imprison.
It made a curious sight, my mother, old and frail, leaning on the arm of my father, who was still young and strong, although sorrow lined his features more often then laughter. Then there was myself and my brother, young though we were, but burdened with tears.
We were all together in her last moments. It was just the four of us in her room. She lay on the bed, my father resting beside her while I sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the two of them. Taure stood by the window, hands clasped tightly behind his back to still their trembling. He had always been amazingly close to our mother. She kissed me goodbye, and slid the emerald Mirkwood wedding ring my finger. She tried to clasp the gold sun pendant about my neck, but her hands shook too much, and father did it for her. She called for Taure, and he came forward, trembling. She told him not to fear, and he smiled. She kissed him and whispered something to him, so quiet that even I did not hear, despite my elven hearing. Then she kissed my father, told us she loved us, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. My father kissed Taure and I goodbye, whispered 'I love you' and placed his hand over mother's heart. He laid his head on the pillow beside hers, and when her heart stopped beating under his hand, his heart stopped beating in his breast, and my parents died.
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That was yesterday eve, and in a few minutes, I will go to climb to the nalla'orod, the tallest peak in Anorondor since the destruction of Mount Doom before I was born. There my parents will be cremated, and their ashes will pass across the lands they lived in.
I had thought to burn this book with them, a last telling of mother's life, but I've decided against it. Perhaps someday someone will find it, and everyone will know of the first Queen of Anorondor since the days of Sauron. Perhaps they won't and this book will age and rot somewhere. Who knows?
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When Taure and I set my parents alight with 'palm-fire', red and green flames will reach to the sky, and looking towards the west, I will see answering flames, from the beacon of Gondor, and if I strain my half-elven eyes, I might fancy I can see the beacons all along the White Mountains spring to light. The beacon near Rohan will light, until beacons across all of Middle Earth, set up by my uncle, will tell of the passing of Queen Eldira Jané of Anorondor and Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, who were known by many, and were legends to most.
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Mother and father's death leaves me as Queen of Anorondor, and Taure as king of Mirkwood, as my grandfather, King Thranduil of Mirkwood, sailed long ago for Valinor. I have a lover, though I have not married him. I am pregnant with my first daughter, and her name will be Amilya, meaning 'hope' in old Mordor. I go now to the funeral, and then tomorrow it will be my crowning by King Eldarion of Gondor. Then I will be Queen of Anorondor until my death, when Amilya will take up the crown. And so the line may continue on.
This was mother's story. I thought I should finish it.
Queen Bria of Anorondor
Daughter of Queen Jané of Anorondor and Prince Legolas of Mirkwood