The Past, the Present and hope for the Future

Eruanna and Laiqualassё talk over the years

Eruanna being barren for the next 12000 years brought up

To Wed an Elda

Preparing the fleet bound for Numenor

Goodbey Mother-Son chat between Eruanna and Elros

Elros departs for Numenor

Laiqualassё and Eruanna are bound

The morning of the happiest day of my life dawned beautifully reflecting in the brilliant sunrise the perfect joy I felt in the depths of my heart. Mirwen had woken me just before dawn as I had asked her too. What woman had not dreamt of her wedding day as a child? My dreams had always begun withstanding with my brother and my best friend watching the sun rise on the first day of the rest of my life. The only sadness I felt on my actual wedding day was that Padraige and Aiden would not be there.

Mirwen and I did not speak as we stood on a hill top just on the edge of the Lindon. The sun rose in a fresco of blues and pinks, brilliant orange clouds on the horizon did not look as though they would threaten us with rain. It was nearly an hour that we stood there and by the time we made our way back to my rooms to break our fast the gulls were calling in a clear cerulean summer sky.

"After today you will truly be my sister," said Mirwen giving me an enthusiastic hug as Lailitha and Melethriel arrived with our breakfast. Although I was happy I could not help but feel a little nervous about what was coming. The elven wedding ceremony was a solemn affair and I could just see myself forgetting what to say and disgracing myself in front of everyone.

"I will at that won't I," I said putting pre-marital jitters aside. I did not feel that I could eat any of the food that my soon to be sister and foster daughter placed in front of me. "I really don't feel like eating. Lailitha are you still hungry?' I asked offering the elleth my honey cakes.

"I'm not hungry," she replied. "However, I think that you should eat. I wish to have a foster father tonight, not to be embarrassed because my foster mother fainted while taking her own wedding vows. Please save fainting until my own wedding where it will be more appropriate," my pert foster child replied. Mirwen snickered under her breath behind me before both she and Lailitha burst into full blown laughter when I shot her what was supposed to be a withering look.

"Fine, I'll eat another honey cake. You can trust that I will not be so sympathetic when you wed my laughing child," I grumbled sitting down to consume another of the sweet confections. Eating honey cakes was one of those times when I missed home; there was not maple syrup on pancakes here. I sighed dropping my chin into my hand. "I wish my parents could be here," I murmured. "My mother would be so happy and my father would really like Laiqualasse. I miss them so and they will never know I was gone."

"I know Eruanna, I kept thinking about my own mother when I wed Thranduil. Lady Artanis will stand with you in her place," Mirwen put her arms around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I'm being selfish. You have both lost your parents also."

"No, Eruanna," said Lailitha kneeling before me. "My parents I will see one day in Aman as will Mirwen. You have many years to live knowing that your parents are not yet born. I think that is much harder."

Marital Bliss

Elrond is feeling depressed and lost after brother leaves

Mother/son chat between Eruanna and Elrond, study of healing suggested

Some writing from a time where Laiqualasse and Eruanna enjoy a period of time with out the worries of war or danger.

The departure of Thranduil and Mirwen for Erin Lasgalen.

"Laiqualasse," I said rolling onto my side so that I could look at my husband. It sent a shiver through me to call him that, even just thinking of it gave me great joy. This sounds like the words of a hormonal teenage girl not those of a mature woman.

Laiqualasse lifted his head slightly opening his eye to look at me. We were lying in a shady glade in the woods not far from Lindon. Our horses were grazing peace fully on the other side of the clearing. Laiqualasse's dark hair was strewn about us free for once of any braids or ties. He pulled on one of my ringlets lazily, the curl straightened and then he let it go watching it bounce back.

"Yes, Melethriel," he said letting his hand fall brushing my check in its decent. The touch was so gentle that it was hardly there yet it burnt through me like liquid fire.

"I was wondering where I could get a book, so I could write my memories. I know I will leave someday and I want a record of my time here, so that I will always have a way of remembering it." A way of remembering my time here yes, but it would also be a way of remembering him. This would be something that would ensure that I would never forget a single thing about him. The thought that we would one day be separated caused my throat to tighten slightly.

He smiled at me and pulled me close so that I lay next to him my head in the hollow of his shoulder. "I will see to it that you have your book Lirimear. Think not only of loss my love," he murmured. Then shifting he kissed me delicately, and sweetly so that I melted into him and his soft kiss turned into one of bright blinding passion.

We were talking of happy unimportant things as we rode back to Lindon that eve. I was laughing at a tale that Laiqualasse was telling me as we rode into the stable yard. Mirwen was standing in the yard waiting for us. She took the reins our horses as we dismounted. She had a quiet knowing smile on her lips one that we often shared since Laiqualasse and I had wed.

"Laiqualasse, Eruanna, I was beginning to think that you would not return this night." She said as we took our horses and began to walk towards the stables. "I am glad that you have, however, for I have much I need to speak with you about."

As we entered the stable two of the grooms rushed forward to take our horses from use. "What has happened?" I asked hoping that her news was good.

"Thranduil returned around midday," said Mirwen a spectacular smile lighting her face. I tried not to laugh knowing I often wore a similar expression. "He met a group of elves, Silvan for the greater part most of them had never came to Beleriand. He travelled with them for a time to a great forest east of the Ered Mithrin, they name the forest Erin Lasgalen. There he found the seat of power of his father Oropher who is now king of those woods. King Oropher has asked Thranduil to come live with him and take his right place as crown prince. Thranduil agreed on the basis that I too would agree. I have for I see that this is what Thranduil wishes and I will not deny him his wish."

Laiqualasse looked at his twin with surprise. What ever he had thought his sister would tell him it was not this. "I am to loose my sister again?" asked Laiqualasse.

"You are not loosing me, gwanur-nin," she said. "We will be able to visit you where ever you and Eruanna choose to live, and you come to visit us in Erin Lasgalen. I am to be a princess, Laiqualasse, I will be able to use everything I learnt in my youth at Finduilas's side to help the people of Erin Lasgalen." I could see the excitement in my sister, by marriage and by choice of the heart; this was an definitely an adventure she wanted to take.

"Laiqualasse," I said softly placing a hand on his arm. "Be happy for you sister for she most surely is." Laiqualasse switched his gaze from his sister to me. I could see the fear looming large in his solemn grey eyes. He didn't want to lose anyone else who he loved as he had already lost so many in the years of war that had ended with the end of the first age.

"Melethriel, if you know something please say it." This was the first time he had ever asked me of what I knew. I had faced such request over the years and had for the most part refused them. However, he look in his eyes was so agonising that I was not able to resist his wish. The pain this was causing him caused an ache in my own heart. I closed my eyes trying to remember everything I had once known and were now so foggy and faded that I could remember very little. I focused on Thranduil and Erin Lasgalen trying to remember something that would ease Laiqualasse. Finally I found a name; a name that I knew told me that Mirwen would live for a good long while yet, Legolas Thranduilion.

"I remember a son of Thranduil," I said softly opening my eyes. "I know your son's name Mirwen and I can say with absolute certainty that you will live to name your child as I doubt Thranduil would choose this name should he loose you. I feel that I should say no more on this subject."

"When Eruanna, when is this child born?" Mirwen asked her eyes bright with the idea of a child. Children were one of the most precious things to the eldar for they were no born often, and less so for the Noldor in exile.

"I can not remember Mirwen, I'm sorry," I said. I looked to Laiqualasse who had wrapped his arms around me. "My memories are very foggy now, just know that what I do remember is with a certainty that I will not question.

"Mirwen," he said addressing his sister. "I have no say in where you go and what you do, not even father held that claim. This is your own life to live. Stay safe my sister that is all that I ask of you." He took her hand in his right as the left was attached the arm around my shoulders. Mirwen dropped his hand and threw her arms around both of us. "I will miss you both but I promise that I will visit and write as often as I can."

A week later Thranduil and Mirwen set out with a company of Silvan and Sindarin elves who wished to join them in Erin Lasgalen. It was a bitter sweet parting, for although they were leaving their trip was not into war or an escape from danger but a voyage towards what would be their home.