Anberenien mounted Calithiliel and surveyed the exposed stone of the city's walls and buildings. She was dressed in a gown of mourning, the small crown of Arnor upon her head. "I shall not miss this place," she muttered as Calithiliel trotted towards the procession. There she met King Elessar and Queen Arwen. They nodded at her but did not smile. She took her place beside Lord Elrond, he smiled reassuringly. Then a horn sounded as the silent procession made its way through the city. The crowds were reverent. Some watched with silence, heads bowed, whilst others threw flowers on the casket as it passed by upon its golden bier.

But as they exited the city gates, Calithiliel became skittish. Anberenien tried to calm her, but she pulled away from the line. "Calithiliel, this is a funerary procession. You must behave," she whispered.

Elrond frowned. "what is wrong with her, Anberenien?"

"She wants to go to that mound."

Holdred came riding up to them. "Princess Anberenien, King Eomer noticed you were having trouble with your horse. Is all well?"

Anberenien pointed to the mound of earth. "Calithiliel wants to go over to over there."

"Ah, that is not just any mound of earth, it is the burial mound of her sire. I will speak with the King." He rode back to King Eomer, who called for the procession to halt. Holdred returned to Anberenien. "Come, my Lady Princess." Gandalf joined them with Shadowfax, and they slowly rode over to the mound. King Eomer joined them on his horse, Firefoot. He was a large grey horse with a platted mane. "We should dismount now. Let the horses pay their respects." They all dismounted while Firefoot trotted over to Calithiliel and they nuzzled each other.

"They seem well acquainted," remarked Gandalf.

"We lodged her next to him in the royal stables at Edoras. She is a princess after all," said Holdred. Shadowfax, Firefoot and Holdreth's horse lowered their heads in reverence as Calithiliel neighed and whinnied, as one wailing in grief. She kicked and stomped the ground with her hooves. Holdred explained that even though Calithiliel had been away from her home a long time, the connection to her kin was still very strong.

When Calithiliel had finished, she joined her fellow horses and lowered her head in reverence. Calithiliel and Firefoot nuzzled each other again, then trotted to their riders. When Anberenien remounted Calithiliel, she noticed that all the horses in the Procession were now facing the mound, their heads bowed in salute. The four of them resumed their places in the procession, and King Eomer gave the command to continue.

The journey to Edoras continued at a slow and steady pace, but rather than the songs and music that had accompanied their journey to Minas Tirith, the beat of a lone drummer led their way. At night when they camped, no music played, and the people gathered around campfires chatting quietly while they ate, drank, and smoked. A few days into the journey, they came to another forest Anberenien had passed on her way to Minas Tirith. It was even more mysterious than Fangorn had been, and they had heard drums beating from its depths. However, as they passed this time, the sound of drumming was loud and clear, yet none could see who made the sounds.

King Elessar halted the company, and his Heralds sounded their horns. They then declared that King Elessar had granted the forest to the Drúedain as their own lands and that no man may enter without their leave. To which the drums made a loud reply, then were heard no more.

"Who are the Drúedain?" asked Anberenien

Elrond laughed. "You mean you have not read about them?"

"I recall little written about them in your books, Ada," replied Anberenien.

"There is nothing much, just notes and passages. They call themselves Woses and are a very ancient but secretive people."

Towards the end of the second day, after they had left the Drúedain forest, another came into view. "Firien Wood, is it the last day of July already?" asked Anberenien.

Elrond smiled at her reassuringly. "That is tomorrow."

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The sun was rising over the encampment as Sam woke in his tent. Merry and Pippin still slumbered, but Frodo's camp bed was empty. Sam got up, washed and dressed, then went outside, hoping to find Frodo having his usual morning smoke. The early morning mists caused a haze over the camp, but Frodo was still nowhere to be seen. Anxiously, Sam looked about him, then to his relief, he saw Frodo walking with Gandalf from the direction of the nearby wood. On seeing them, Sam happily arranged the camping table and chairs for breakfast. He then filled the kettle with water, setting it on the stand above the campfire, lighting it just as the two of them arrived.

"Good Morning Sam, Gandalf invited me for a morning stroll. You and the others were sleeping so soundly I did not wish to wake you," said Frodo.

"Did you go into the Woods, Mr Frodo?" asked Sam.

"We did, Sam. It is a sacred place. High King Elendil was once buried upon the peak of the hill there."

Frodo and Gandalf sat at the table while Sam prepared breakfast. "Will Princess Anberenien be wed there?"

"The Wedding is to take place tonight in the wood, we have found a suitable place by the stream," said Gandalf.

"Is it true no mortal may attend?" asked Sam.

"Well, King Elessar will be in attendance and the bride herself, but no other mortals will be permitted to attend. It will be a small intimate ceremony, but there will be a feast afterwards for those wishing to attend," said Gandalf.

"Tomorrow, the Wood Elves will host the second part of the festivities in their encampment. There will be feasting, gifts and a tournee will be held," said Frodo.

Sam continued with his task, the smell of his cooking wafting around their tent. When he had finished, he laid the food and tea on the table before taking a seat himself. Merry and Pippin exited the tent and joined them, and they all enjoyed breakfast together in the morning sun. As they dined, they watched as other campers went about their day. Legolas and Gimli arrived and joined their friends at the table.

"I thought you would join Lord Elrond," said Merry.

"We have paid our respects, but Gimli and I are off to the Wood Elf encampment on the other side of the Wood. I am overseeing the festivities and my father wants everything to be perfect," said Legolas.

"Have you spoken with your father about your own plans for the future?" asked Gandalf.

"I have, he was surprisingly understanding. Ada will have need of me for a while. I am to be his regent when he is in Arnor with Thorwen."

"Who is Thorwen?" asked Merry.

"Our name for Princess Anberenien. My father gave it to her when she first came to our realm," said Legolas.

"That means Eagle Maiden," said Sam.

"That is correct Sam, although she will be taking the name Alethris after she is Wed," replied Legolas.

"Why will she change her name?" asked Pippin.

"To wed is to start a new life. Many Elves take a new name at this time and the Princess has chosen the name Aleth or 'Blessed female' and my father suggested adding ris as she will be his Queen."

Gandalf nodded his head in approval. "A most appropriate name."

"But the Princess is not an Elf, she is mortal," said Merry.

Legolas went silent and Sam noticed his eyes met with Gandalf's for a moment. Then he smiled and turned back to Merry. "Lord Elrond tells me you are all preparing a wedding gift today."

"Why yes, we are baking a cake, like the ones back home. It will not be as big. It was very hard to get all the ingredients and tools, but the Elves say we can use their clay ovens," said Pippin.

After breakfast, the hobbits bid their friends farewell and began baking. It took most of the day to complete and when at last the cake was finished; they stood back to admire it. Six tiers of fruitcake they had managed in the end, which they had joined with sticks and covered in a white sugar paste. "It looks just like Minas Tirith," said Pippin.

"Yes, it does," agreed Frodo. And the four of them carefully carried it into the tent before washing and dressing for the Wedding Feast. As Sam exited the tent, he noticed the Elves had driven torches into the ground, making a pathway up to the Woods. One by one, the stars took their places as the sky turned into a brilliant Sapphire. The other Hobbits joined Sam just in time to see Celeborn and Galadriel leading a group of Elves, including Glorfindel and Elrond's sons, along the torchlit path and into the wood. They all sang as they went, their ethereal voices floating into the sky.

"They are asking to Elbereth to bless the union," whispered Frodo.

"Where is Gandalf? He is going to miss it all," asked Sam.

Frodo smiled. "Don't worry, Sam, he will miss nothing."

Merry then pointed up towards the wood. "Look! There he is!"

Up at the entrance, they could see Gandalf shining like a welcoming beacon. He looked in their direction and waved.

"Is he going to the Wedding then?" asked Pippin.

"There cannot be a wedding without Gandalf," whispered Frodo.

"This is just how it was in Minas Tirith," said Merry excitedly.

"Just because it is taking place in the middle of nowhere doesn't make it any less of a Royal Wedding," said Pippin.

Then, three blasts of a horn caught the hobbits' attention. Turning back towards the wood, they could now see the red torches of the Wood Elves up at the entrance. There The Woodland King, resplendent in bright green robes, appeared, riding his Elk. Legolas rode beside him with Gimli. Gandalf helped Gimli down and he made his way down the hill to join the hobbits.

"How are the preparations progressing in the Wood Elf camp?" asked Frodo.

Gimli gave him a broad grin. "Everything is ready for tomorrow's festivities."

Then Elessar and Arwen walked up the torchlit pathway to meet Thranduil. The Woodland King dismounted and the two Kings met, shook hands and together then entered the wood. Gandalf gave a signal, then entered the wood with Arwen.

"Wizards get to have all the fun," said Sam.

"Do you want to see an Elven Wedding?" whispered Frodo.

"But we can't. We are mortals," Sam whispered back.

Frodo winked. "Follow me when I give the signal."

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The moment the hobbits had been waiting for had arrived. Some well-wishers had gathered around Lord Elrond's tent as he emerged with Princess Anberenien. She was wearing a gown of pale blue, embroidered with silver leaves, each leaf with one white gem sewn upon it. Over this, she wore a cloak of cloth of silver, embroidered with the Sigils of Arnor and Gondor. Her dual toned hair was long and loose, with meadow flowers woven into it. The same Meadow flowers that adorned her Arnorian crown.

Sam's mouth dropped open. "She looks like a fairy queen from Mr Bilbo's stories."

Frodo winked and smiled. "You may very well be right, Sam."

The well-wishers clapped, cheered and threw flowers as they passed through the camp and followed the torchlit path up and up into the wood. Sam felt a tugging on his sleeve. "Come on, Sam, before the others notice," whispered Frodo.

"I am not sure it's allowed, Mr Frodo. What if we get caught? Gandalf is bound to turn us into a frog or something."

Frodo winked back at him. "Come on, Sam, one last adventure." And the two hobbits slipped away from the encampment unnoticed. As they entered Firien Wood, Sam felt a sense of unease, as if they were walking into a temple and its guardians were watching them. He was so afraid that he dared not speak. Nervously, they crept through the forest. "It's just a little further," whispered Frodo.

Soon they heard faint voices in the distance and got down on the ground. Slowly, they crawled to a small clearing by the stream that ran through the forest. The Wood Elves had driven their red torches into the ground, bathing the clearing in their light. Those present stood in a large circle with three figures in its centre.

"Look, it's Gandalf, so that's what he is there for," whispered Sam.

"What else do you see?" whispered Frodo.

As Sam looked, he saw the Elven King kneeling before the Princess and offering her his sword. She took it into her hands and they spoke what sounded like oaths to each other before she bowed low to him and handed the sword back. Sam knew they were speaking Elvish, but he could not understand it.

"They are speaking in Quenya, making oaths to each other in the name of Eru," whispered Frodo.

"But why do they call the princess, Almárie," whispered Sam.

"Because that is her true name," whispered Frodo.

Sam realized there was something different about the Princess. "She looks taller, her hair is all silver, and she glows, not like the Elves, more like Gandalf!" whispered Sam.

"You see her as she is, too. I hoped you would. But you must never speak of it, ever, nor put pen to paper. I only brought you because you are a ring bearer and I know I can trust you," whispered Frodo.

"Not even to the princess. I don't think I could lie to her," whispered Sam.

Frodo smiled. "She is the Woodland Queen now."

They saw the couple exchange rings and Gandalf bound their hands with a white cord. The Elves resumed singing as the couple embraced and kissed. King Elessar and Queen Arwen looked at each other lovingly and held hands. Gandalf smiled and congratulated them both. His eyes then looked in the hobbits' direction and he winked. "We must leave now else we will be missed," whispered Frodo. Quickly, he pulled Sam away and they both ran away as fast as they could. Just as they exited the wood, Sam stopped. "The Princess, the Queen, Almárie, she is no mortal, is she."

Frodo shook his head and smiled. "No, Sam. But come on, we must get back."

As they reached the encampment, they could see people looking up and pointing at the sky. It amazed the hobbits to see many stars shooting across the inky sky. "Wow, that's better than Gandalf's fireworks. But don't tell him I said that, will you?" said Sam.

Frodo laughed. "Don't worry, I won't."

They joined the other hobbits and Gimli, who were standing by their tent." Where have you two been?" said Gimli.

"We went for a quiet smoke," replied Frodo.

"You should have said we would have joined you," said Merry.

"Did you see the stars flying across the sky? The Elves say it is Elbereth blessing the union," said Pippin.

The Elves sang as the wedding party emerged from the woods led by the Bride now in her mortal form and the Groom. more well wishers gathered to welcome the Bride and Groom to camp where the wedding feast was waiting. Gimli and the hobbits joined the festivities.

During the feast, the Bride and Groom sat together under a canopy upon the Dias and the feasting went on until Legolas began the toasts. "To my father King Thranduil, I wish you and his beloved Queen Alethris every happiness and may your lives together be both happy and fruitful." The Eleven King glanced at his Queen and smirked. She looked back at him and blushed. The guests raised their horns and goblets and called out in loud voices. "Hail King Thranduil! Hail Queen Alethris!"

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After the feast, Alethris and Thranduil went with Aragorn, Arwen and Eomer to Theoden's funerary tent. Together, they silently entered. Herbal scents wafted from burning braziers with lanterns lighting the interior. Guards stood vigil around the casket in the centre of the tent. There was a sense of peace and reverence as mourners already in the tent paid silent homage to their fallen king, then left. Upon seeing the casket, Alethris gave a sharp intake of breath and shuddered. Thoughts of Nuta and the crystal casket flashed into her mind. She stopped for a moment and looked at Thranduil. He nodded understandingly and clasped her hand as she composed herself.

The Oak casket was carved with King Theoden's name and all of his great deeds in both runes and pictorial engravings. Flowers, drinking horns, beads or braids of hair had been left in tribute to be interred with the King at his burial. Thranduil led Alethris to the casket, and she laid her bridal flowers upon it. Arwen assisted her with untwining the flowers from her hair and crown. Thranduil also removed the leaves and flowers from his own before he, too, placed them on the casket. They both bowed their heads in silence. Arwen left a braided lock of her hair, then Thranduil, Elessar and Eomer made a silent toast, leaving their drinking horns in offering, before they all exited the tent.

As they emerged, Galadriel and Celeborn met them. "King Thranduil, Queen Alethris, all is ready for your departure," said Galadriel.

Alethris turned to Thranduil. "Must we leave so soon?"

"Thorwen, it is time to begin our lives together, and this encampment is in mourning. It would be wise to take our leave now. We have other matters to attend to," he replied.

Alethris blushed slightly, knowing what he meant. She wondered how he would react when he saw her scarred body. Would his love for her diminish? She had often thought of using glamour to cover them up as Thranduil did, but knew that unlike him, her Will as powerful as it was, was limited.

Thranduil chuckled as he looked into her eyes. He took her hand and kissed it. "Yes, that is to come, Melleth nin. But also our people are waiting for me to bring home their queen, and I do not wish to disappoint them." Alethris smiled back at him. Then the two of them led the way through the camp till they reached the horses where many well-wishers were gathered to see the happy couple off. Corwen and the Huscarls were already mounted. "Congratulations, my Lord King, my Lady Queen. May your union be both joyful and fruitful," she said. "Hail King Thranduil! Hail Queen Alethris!" called the Hurscarls. They looked at each other and smiled.

Elessar and Arwen came forth to bid them farewell. "It is the custom of my people for the mother or female representative of the bride's family to present the groom with a jewel. I come as that female representative. My father adopted Anberenien, who is now called Alethris. As her sister, I ask that you love and treasure her as much as we do." She presented Thranduil with a Mithril brooch of a stag that contained a large white gem. Pinning it upon his chest, she kissed his forehead and embraced him as a Kinsman.

"Thank you for this gracious gift, Queen Arwen, though the gift of your sister's hand will forever outshine any jewel in my possession," replied Thranduil.

Alethris bowed to Elessar, removed the little crown from her head, and placed it in his hands. Elessar nodded and embraced her, then held her hands. "Now remember all that we discussed. You are not only Queen of the Wood Elves but my regent in Arnor. Make me proud, dear sister."

"I will," replied Alethris. and they embraced again.

Elessar observed Alethris's wedding gown. "Didn't you wear that gown at the Great Feast in the Woodland Realm?"

"She did indeed, I designed it myself," replied Thranduil.

"I wish I had the skill to design such a garment."

Thranduil gave him a smirk. "I know what I like."

"Oh and do thank Thurindaer for taking care of that little matter in the Old Guesthouse, the Innkeep was most grateful. The Dwarven ambassador has removed his kin from the city and has assured me the aforementioned song will no longer be sung....anywhere."

A broad grin crept across Thranduil's face. "I shall be sure to reward Thurindaer most generously for his service, to myself and the queen." The happy couple then bid farewell to those who had come to see them off, including King Eomer, Prince Imrahil and his family, the hobbits and Gimli.

Gandalf then approached and embraced them. "A thousand blessings upon you both, and may the stars watch over you."

Next came Elladan and Elrohir, before Galadriel and Celeborn. While Thranduil and Celeborn laughed and joked together, Galadriel's voice drifted into Alethris's mind. "So you have reclaimed your Maia name, albeit in Sindarin."

Alethris looked up at her. "Anberenien died a long time ago and my time in mortal lands is diminishing."

Galadriel shook her head. "She only sleeps within you and will awaken when most needed." She kissed Alethris on her forehead. "I know what you fear, it is only natural. But if you can love your husband despite his affliction, he will love you despite yours."

Alethris felt Thranduil's hand upon her shoulder. "Your father is waiting," he said. She turned to see Elrond and Legolas waiting by Thranduil's Elk. The little girl in her took over, and she ran over and embraced him.

Elrond smiled, but his eyes welled with tears. "Alámene anelya melda Almárie." He then placed her hand in Thranduil's. "May your lives together be both joyful and fruitful." Alethris nodded, but could not find the words to reply. She had not expected the mixture of emotions she was feeling at this moment. The joy of her new life mixed with the pain of leaving her old one. Elrond smiled reassuringly. "It is not goodbye Almárie, there shall be much to celebrate tomorrow. Then, after the funeral, we shall travel north together before you spend a month in Imladris."

"I did not expect to feel so conflicted, Ada."

Elrond grinned. "Just wait till you become a mother."

Alethris looked about her for Calithiliel, but Legolas explained she was already in the Wood Elves encampment. "It is our tradition for a groom to bring his bride home on his own ride and there is plenty of room on my Elk," said Thranduil. He took his leave of Elrond, then mounted his Elk. Everyone cheered as Thranduil lifted Alethris onto the Elk in front of him. The Huscarls lifted their red torches as the Elves then sang the same song of union Alethris had heard when she witnessed the Elven wedding in Lothlórien. As the Elk trotted away ahead of Legolas and the Huscarls, Alethris smiled and waved at those she was leaving behind, her husband's arm securely about her waist.

They followed the torches back up to the road that passed through the wood. Alethris took one last look before the encampment was out of sight. The company rode further along the road, the red torches lighting their way. Till Alethris could faintly make out the wood's exit, then Thranduil ordered the party to halt. He then turned to Legolas and Corwen. "You may continue onwards to our encampment. The Queen and I shall arrive at dawn."

Legolas and Corwen bowed their heads, then continued onwards, with the Huscarls leaving Thranduil and Alethris alone in the darkness. "Our attendants have prepared a place for us a little way from here, we shall be ...... undisturbed," he said. Thranduil turned off the road and as they rode through the trees Alethris saw the red lights of Elven torches up ahead. Soon they came to a small clearing where a canopy of stars shone brightly above them. Torches had been driven into the earth and lanterns covered a large beech tree in the centre of the clearing. Beneath the tree, a bed of linen sheets, blankets, fleeces and furs had been prepared along with food and wine, but none of the attendants were present. Its simple beauty delighted Alethris.

They both dismounted, then Thranduil commanded the Elk to leave but to return at dawn. The noble beast then trotted away like a pony into the darkness. Now they were truly alone as husband and wife. Thranduil took her into his arms and as their lips embraced, Alethris quivered with anticipation of what was to come. As they kissed, she felt him unpin the silver cloak around her shoulders and cast it aside. He stood back from her, still holding her hand as he observed her wearing the gown. "I really do have impeccable taste, Melleth hervess nin Thorwen."

They both giggled, then Thranduil drew her close again. "Maer cin ceri melleth herven nin Thurindaer," breathed Alethris. They kissed more passionately before Thranduil lifted his bride and carried her towards the bed.

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It was midmorning when Legolas approached the royal pavilion. At Dawn, the king and queen had emerged from Firien Wood in matching green robes. The Wood Elves cheered and blessed the couple as they passed through the encampment to the royal pavilion. But Legolas doubted they had taken much rest. As he entered, he met with Padir who explained that the king had told him he and the queen were not to be disturbed. Legolas reminded him that the guests would soon arrive for the day's festivities. They then heard giggling from the king and queen's tent room.

"Is that my son?" called Thranduil's voice.

"It is my Lord King," Padir called back.

"Tell him to go away," replied Thranduil.

"Would you please remind the King and Queen that their guests will soon be here," insisted Legolas.

"My Lord King," called Padir.

"I heard what he said. Tell Legolas that the King and Queen will receive their guests when they are good and ready," called Thranduil.

He heard whispered voices, then Thranduil's voice again. "Do we have to? Oh, very well. Padir, have our breakfast brought to us and tell Legolas to prepare for our guests' arrival."

Legolas rolled his eyes. "I suppose I had better attend to my duties."

"I think that would be wise, my Lord Prince," said Padir.

Legolas exited the tent and went to inspect the large arena the Wood Elves had built in the meadow just outside the encampment. They had built a royal box, featuring two wooden thrones so that the king, queen and their honoured guests could enjoy the festivities. Soon enough, the guests arrived, and each was seated according to their status and kinship. Everyone else gathered around the cordon awaiting the king and queen's arrival. Cheers went up as they, at last, emerged arm in arm from the royal pavilion escorted by the Huscarls. Again, they dressed in green garments of matching cloth.

"Ai melaran Thranduil! Ai melris Alethris!" They called as the couple walked through the encampment towards the arena. Once seated on their thrones, the King gestured for the gifts to be presented. Prince Imrahil presented a chest with rare spices from faraway lands and Prince Faramir, a small sculpture of Minas Tirith. The Elves of Rivendell gave bolts of wool, linen, and silk they had woven. Glorfindel presented Alethris with a brooch of a golden flower, which he pinned upon her chest. "It is the symbol of my house, Gracious Queen."

"Thank you, Glorfindel. I shall treasure it always," replied Alethris.

Erestor presented a pile of books bound with the Sigil of Arnor. "You will need to keep an account of the rebuilding projects."

Alethris received them gratefully. "I am very thankful for your lessons Erestor, I never realised just how important they would be." Next, King Éomer presented a large chest with carvings of the Rohirrim charging to defend Minas Tirith upon it. Inside were drinking horns, furs and travel blankets.

Members of the Galadrim gave boxes of seeds, cuttings and saplings from various trees, fruits, vegetables and flowers. "To assist in the restoration of your realm," they said. Celeborn and Galadriel presented a casket containing rare oils and perfumes.

Next, Gimli presented them with a large uncut white gem. "My King will no doubt pay his respects to you upon your return the Eryn Lasgallen. In the meantime, I hope you will accept this small gift as a token of my esteem. When I was at Helms deep, I took this from the glittering caves to remind me to return if I survived the battle. It came with me on all my adventures and has brought me good fortune. May it bring the same to you."

Thranduil took the gem and examined it closely. "Thank you, Gimli. It is a fine specimen. I shall have it cut and set into my Queen's crown to symbolise the renewed peace and friendship between our peoples."

He then handed it to Alethris. "Thank you Gimli, it is very lovely even in its uncut form."

The Hobbits then came before the King and queen, carefully carrying the six tiered cake on a wooden board. "It may not be as big as hobbit wedding cakes, but we wanted to bring a little of the Shire to you. We hope you will enjoy it," said Frodo.

"It looks delicious, Padir. Please ensure everyone gets a piece," replied Alethris.

Padir nodded and ordered attendants to carry away the cake. Gandalf was next with a small crate of fireworks. "These are my last. I hope they will be my best."

"Will we see them tonight after the feast?" asked Alethris.

Gandalf gave her a cheeky wink. "Indeed, we shall Gracious Queen."

Legolas was next and carried a set of scrolls. "Ada and my beloved Kinswoman Alethris. I shall return to Eryn Lasgallen to act as Regent during your progress and oversee the alterations to the Royal chambers. However, I have been much inspired after my visit to Lothlórien, and so, as my wedding gift to you, I shall build a summer palace. It shall be on our new border, near the mountains." He opened the scrolls, showing them the plans he had designed.

Thranduil and Alethris looked over the plans with great interest. "These are excellent Legolas. I look forward to staying there once built," said Thranduil approvingly.

Elladan and Elrohir brought forth a wooden model of Rivendell. Alethris gasped as she lifted the top of one roof. Inside were miniature furniture and dolls. "You will find everyone is in there," said Elrohir. She lifted another of the roofs and found a chamber with models of her mother, father, grandmother, three wizards and, in the cradle, a small baby. Alethris picked up the little cradle.

"This is me, isn't it?" she asked.

"Just as we remember you," replied Elladan.

"There is even one of you at seven and thirteen and many more besides for you to discover. You will tell many tales with this," said Elrohir, and he winked.

"I am sure not everyone is there," said Thranduil.

"I think if you look at the little house by the Pinewood you might find what you are looking for," replied Elladan.

Thranduil peaked the roof open, then shut it quickly, giving Elladan a slight smirk. "I see you have thought of everything."

"You have spoiled my gift," said Elrond mockingly. "My dear Alethris and Thranduil, my blessings to you on the joyous occasion of your union. My gift to you both, in case you have not guessed, is a modest vacant dwelling I have renovated for you. So that you will have a private place of rest when travelling to and from the North. May it serve you well long after I have departed." He handed Alethris a large ornate key.

Alethris smiled and kissed him. "Thank you, Ada. That is a most generous gift."

"Oh, and one more thing, a collection of rare Elven poetry, in Quenya. I know you are fond of such tomes." He then handed Thranduil several books bound in leather and gold leaf.

"Thank you, Lord Elrond. I am humbled by your most generous gift," replied Thranduil. He then addressed all the guests. "Your generosity overwhelms the Queen and I, It goes without saying that I hope many of you will attend my Queen's crowning upon our return to Eryn Lasgallen. It shall be a most lavish affair."

"Even the Dwarves?" called Gimli.

"Especially the Dwarves. I shall insist upon it," replied Thranduil. He then turned to Alethris and took her hand. "Now it is time for my gift. But what could I possibly give to my most precious gem? For none of the treasures in my vaults could compare to your radiance. There are many precious things I shall adorn you with when we return home. But what to give you on this most special of days? Then I realised your stag has no doe." He produced a little hand-carved doe, painted white. "Happy Birthday Thorwen."

The modest gift surprised those present. But Alethris was so overjoyed threw her arms around Thranduil and kissed him. She then drew out a white stag from the pouch she always wore. Legolas suddenly realised he recognised the stag. It had been a toy his father had made for him as a very young Elfling, and he had later lost it in the forest. "So that was what was in her pouch all those years. However did she find it?" Gandalf winked at him.

Finally, it was the turn of King Elessar and Queen Arwen to present their gift. "What does a King bestow upon his royal sister and her new husband? You will retain the title of Vice Regent in my name even though you relinquished your birthright to rule as Queen. I also award the title of Co-Regent to your husband and hope that you will listen to his wise counsel." A herald brought him two wooden boxes and inside each had a chain of silver with several coloured gems and a large silver medal with the Sigil of Arnor and Gondor upon it. "Your chains of office, so all will know you come in my name."

Cheers went up as Arwen took each chain and placed them on Alethris and Thranduil. She then presented them with a wicker box with holes in it. There were sounds of cooing coming from inside. "This box contains six Gondorian Doves, specially trained to travel long distances to deliver messages. May these birds maintain a swift connection between us." She then handed the box to Padir.

"Your first duty is to bring Law and order to Arnor and to oversee the rebuilding of Annúminas. In a few years, once I have dealt with matters in the south, I shall come north to see how things are progressing," said Elessar.

After the presentation of the gifts, the tourney began. There were contests of archery, swordsmanship, horsemanship, and strength. Legolas won the individual archery contest, while Gimli won the strength. Legolas then captained the Wood Elves team in the group archery contest. Which came to a nail-biting conclusion between Lothlorien and the Woodland Realm and ended in a draw. Celeborn and Thranduil both insisted their team was the victor but agreed that the following spring there would be a rematch that would not end until the outcome was more decisive.

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Gandalf prepared fireworks from his last box after the feast. True to his word, they were his finest yet. A riot of coloured flowers burst open in the night sky, followed by birds and animals. Then came the image of a gold ring melting in fire, a crown placed upon a man's head and finally a great white boat sailing into a golden sunset. After the festivities were over, Thranduil and Alethris bid their guests farewell before returning to the peace of their Pavillion. It was a relief to be alone at last, and Alethris had much on her mind.

Thranduil poured wine for them while they sat together in their parlour. "You were deep in discussion with Mithrandir earlier."

Alethris smiled. "Yes, I sort counsel from him on a family matter."

Thranduil took a sip from his goblet. "let me guess, you sort counsel on the matter of our 'Children' again. We have discussed this at length. Had you been born of Elrond's bloodline instead of his brother, things would be different. But as it is they will be subject to the gift of men. It is a price we must accept."

"How can you dismiss the fates of our children?" protested Alethris.

"I am not, Melleth nin. Nothing would give me greater joy than to know our children could join us in the uttermost west. But to dwell on such wishful thinking will only bring us grief in the end."

"I have lost enough of my family. Even Aiwendil is sundered from me. Must my children be sundered too? I do not know what is worse, the thought of being recalled to Valinor while they are still young or to watch them grow old and die."

Thranduil squeezed her hand and ran his fingers down her cheek. "You are not alone in this pain, Thorwen. But when the time comes, we shall endure it together and I am sure Mithrandir told you much the same thing."

"Not exactly, he said the answer lies in Grandmother's garden."

"Then let us not speak of this again until we are in Lothlórien. This should be a time of great joy and passion for us, not fear and worry."

Alethris smiled back at him. "I know, Melhervenn"

He returned her words with a kiss. "I like the sound of that. Melhervess nin," he whispered.

Alethris stifled a yawn as she finished her wine. She set her goblet down on the side table and nestled into Thranduil's shoulder.

"Surely you are not tired yet, Melleth nin."

"It has been a long day. I am ready for my rest," replied Alethris.

Thranduil gently kissed the top of her head, ran his fingers through her long tresses, and whispered in her ear. "Surely you have a little energy left for your Thurindaer, Thorwen?"

Alethris smirked dreamily. "A little, perhaps."

Thranduil got to his feet and pulled Alethris to him. "I am glad to hear it." Alethris giggled slightly as Thranduil lifted her and carried her into their room. "Ensure we are NOT disturbed, under any circumstances this time, Padir, not even by my son!"

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Thranduil and Alethris heard the slow beat of the single drum grow louder as the funeral procession drew closer. As it emerged from the woods, they and their company bowed their heads. When at last the possession was nearing its end, Thranduil signalled for the company to follow and the Wood Elves joined the end. The company made its way solemnly towards Edoras over the course of a week. Upon reaching their destination, the Wood Elves made an encampment outside of the city, as they had done previously. That evening, Thranduil and Alethris entered Edoras to attend the first of the high feasts in Meduseld and seated in places of honour. Eowyn congratulated them both as she served wine to the honoured guests. "I am sorry to have missed your wedding, but I had to prepare for my uncle's funeral."

Alethris thanked her, explaining that she would be needed in the North soon, so the Wedding had been arranged quickly."You have done a wonderful job with the preparations, King Theoden would be very proud of you. I am so happy to see you again, Eowyn, despite the solemnity of the occasion."

Eowyn then produced a silver chain with an enamelled pendant in the shape of a white horse. "Would you accept this small token? You told me once your grandmother had some Rohirrim blood. This was my mother's I would like you to have it, as a wedding gift."

"Thank you. It is beautiful," replied Alethris.

Three days of high feasting took place before the funeral. Thranduil and Alethris stood a little way from the ceremony, but close enough to observe. They buried King Theoden with much honour in a barrow along the road outside Edoras along with other ancient Kings. Anberenien saw Eowyn lead the female mourners in song and Merry sang a lament along with King Éomer and his riders. Once they had laid King Théoden to rest, all present returned to Meduseld for another high feast.

Towards the end of the feast, King Éomer called all to attention. First, he led a last toast to King Théoden, then announced the betrothal of his sister Eowyn to Prince Faramir of Ithilien and they plighted their troth before all present. Alethris thought back to her own betrothal. How beautiful it had been before the Orcs had attacked. She lifted one of her sleeves and shuddered. But Thranduil's hand squeezed hers in comfort and she steadied herself. She turned to him, looking up into her husband's loving eyes, and kissed him softly on the cheek. Then at last, when all was concluded, they congratulated the happy couple, bid their kinfolk and friends goodnight before retiring to the peace of their encampment.

The following day, Alethris met Eowyn at the paddocks as she visited Calithiliel. She had been behaving strangely, and Alethris was concerned about her. They noticed Eomer and Lothíriel in another paddock, examining horses together. One of her brothers standing awkwardly close by. Eowyn gave Alethris a knowing look, and they both laughed. Alethris then asked Eowyn what she thought of Lothíriel. "She is a plucky little thing, pretty and loves horses. I think my brother is rather smitten. And what is your opinion, Noble Queen?"

"She and her family were very kind and welcoming to me in Minas Tirith. Your brother will do well to wed Lady Lothíriel."

Eowyn tossed back her golden braid." Yes, I think you are right, they seemed well suited. And I would like Eomer to wed quickly after I leave for Ithilien. Faramir and I will also spend a lot of time in Minas Tirith. Did you enjoy your time in the great city?" Alethris was unsure how to respond. She had no love for Minas Tirith and suspected the feeling was mutual.

"It is a fine city indeed, but I miss the Woodland Realm. It is my home," she replied.

They both watched the horses grazing in the paddock. "There is Calithiliel in the Paddock with Firefoot. They look very well acquainted," said Eowyn.

"Calithiliel has been behaving strangely of late and I have been concerned about her. We have a long way to travel before we return to the woodland realm and I don't want her to become unwell. She is more than just my ride. She is my friend." Alethris called out to Calithiliel, but she did not respond. Alethris was puzzled. "That is not like her." So she called her again. Reluctantly, Calithiliel came trotting over, closely followed by Firefoot. Alethris stroked and patted her. She offered her an apple, but the horse declined it. Alethris could sense something was wrong. "Calithiliel, are you ill?"

Eowyn offered to examine her, and while Alethris looked on, she spoke gently to Calithiliel. Patting her body, put her ear to her side, then smiled. "I know what is wrong. Calithiliel is in foal."

Alethris could not believe it. "In foal. How can she be?"

Eowyn laughed. "Firefoot, you sly old thing. Just wait till I tell Éomer. They must have got together when you first came to Edoras." Firefoot lowered his head in acknowledgement. Then the two horses nuzzled each other affectionately.

Alethris stroked Calithiliel and spoke with her in horse's tongue. At once, she understood Calithiliel's dilemma and why she had been so distant. "If that is what you want, I will not stand in your way." They nuzzled and Alethris held her close before Calithiliel returned to the other side of the paddock with Firefoot. Leaving Alethris heartbroken. "Calithiliel wishes to remain with Firefoot. She wants to be known by her Rhohirm name Simbelmynë. She says she loves me, but her heart and home are in the land of her birth."

Eowyn embraced her. "You are a most loving rider to honour her wishes. Take comfort, she will never forget you. Her sire was a remarkable horse and her foal may well be a King's horse someday. Let us speak with my brother. I am sure he will compensate you generously."

Éomer was very sympathetic. "Maeras mate for life. It is no surprise she will not leave him. Let us go down to the stables and we will find a replacement among my livestock. Think of it as a gift of friendship between our peoples." The royal stables were a vast complex of wooden buildings carved with images of horses. Eomer led Thranduil and Alethris into the most ornate building."Queen Alethris, do you ride with or without a saddle?"

Alethris stared at the many rows of stalls. It was even grander than the royal stables of the Elven Halls. "I was taught to ride without, but I can ride with if the horse prefers."

Eomer looked thoughtful as he led them about the stalls. "These are some of my best horses, some are even Maeras like Simbelmynë Now I wonder, which of them would carry a queen?" As they made their way along the rows, a stallion kicked at the door of his stall. Eomer observed him and frowned. "Dark Star, he is trouble that one." Dark Star was a black horse with a white star mark on his forehead. "One of the few black horses left after many were stolen from the Rohirrim by Orcs. He's a reliable horse, mostly, but a little full of himself."

Alethris approached the horse, and he bowed his head, allowing her to stroke him. "You are a forward fellow, aren't you, Dark Star." She looked back at Eomer. "May I ride him?"

"Of course, why not take him for a canter around the paddock? See how he behaves?" replied Éomer. So Alethris led the Dark Star out to a nearby paddock and mounted him.

Eomer and Thranduil watched them from the side as Alethris and Dark Star trotted around the enclosure. "An expert horsewoman, your queen," said Éomer

Thranduil nodded. "She spends much of her spare time riding in the Woodland Realm." He looked at Dark Star. "Is that horse, fast?"

"As a matter of fact, he is very fast. Why does Alethris not like fast horses?"

"On the contrary, we race often."

"And my Lord King likes to win," called Alethris.

"Oh well, Dark Star likes to race, and win at that," replied Éomer.

"I think he is a little boisterous for you Melleth nin, why not borrow one of my horses and I will pick you a new one when we get home," called Thranduil.

"No, I like him and I think he likes me too," said Alethris as she dismounted.

Thranduil looked at Eomer and rolled his eyes. "That is what I was afraid of, but my Queen shall have all she desires."

Eomer winked as he patted him on the shoulder. "He should give you some fine foals if you put him among your best mares."

Legolas joined them at the paddock and appraised Alethris's new ride. "Now he is a beauty, what is he called?"

"The Rohirrim call him Dark Star," replied Thranduil. "He's a cocky beast."

"Do you think he will accept commands in Sindarin?" asked Legolas.

"I think he will in time," replied Alethris. She patted and stroked the horse, then asked for an apple. Eomer threw her one from a nearby barrel. As she fed the horse, she spoke with him in horse tongue." Your name, Dark Star, is Dúrgilroch in Sindarin; do you think you can answer to that?" The horse acknowledged her words. Alethris led Dúrgilroch to the side of the paddock. "King Eomer, if it pleases you I would be most happy to accept Dúrgilroch."

"Very well, Queen Alethris, he is yours. I will be glad to see the back of him. But I think he will behave for you, he can be a charmer dispite his mischief," replied Eomer.

"And if you ever bolt or throw her off, I will have you gelded," Thranduil whispered to the horse, who responded with a neigh and a toss of his mane.

Legolas laughed. "He reminds me of you, Ada." Thranduil glared at him.

That evening, Arwen came to the Wood Elves' camp and asked to speak with Alethris in private. Silently they walked arm in arm till they were a little way from the encampment. Arwen then turned to Alethris. "I wanted to say farewell to you in case I do not get a chance tomorrow when you and the others go northward."

"You are not coming to Isengard with Elessar?" asked Alethris.

Arwen shook her head. "I can come no further, another day is just delaying what must come. I shall stay here with Eowyn, Lothíriel and my ladies to await Elessar's return." Tears welled in her eyes as she took Alethris's hands and kissed her forehead. "I have enjoyed getting to know my little sister, though you are older than all of us. Ada will find the next few days difficult, promise me, you will be a comfort to him on the journey back to Imladris. Tomorrow I must bid him farewell....... forever. He will be gone by the time I return there." Alethris promised she would and the two of them watched the stars for a time. When at last it was time to retire, they clung to each other in a silent embrace before going their separate ways.

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There was a sombre mood in the air that morning, as Arwen bid a tearful farewell to Kinfolk. "Remember what you promised me," were her last words to Alethris before she and Elrond rode their horses into the hills for their own final farewell.

Lothíriel and her family were among those who had come to bid those travelling north farewell. "Father and King Eomer have arranged for him to visit Dol Amroth next spring, and the Queen says I may have leave to attend," said Lothíriel excitedly.

Alethris suspected it would not be long before Lothíriel was a queen herself. Though it would be unlikely, she could attend the wedding. Thranduil would most likely send Legolas as their emissary. Eowyn then brought the Stirrup cup to Thranduil and Alethris, and they both partook. "Please look after Arwen upon her return. This will be difficult for her."

"I will be there in whatever way she needs me," replied Eowyn, and they embraced.

Holdred brought Dúrgilroch to Alethris and helped her to mount him. "You will take good care of Simbelmynë, won't you?"

"Indeed, I shall. Farewell Queen Alethris, it has been a pleasure to meet you, have a safe journey."

As the travellers left Edoras to go north, they passed the paddock where Simbelmynë was grazing with Firefoot. "Farewell, my dear friend," whispered Alethris to herself. The horse lifted her head towards her, then neighed and whinnied as if to say goodbye. Alethris turned and waved goodbye before turning her gaze to the road ahead.

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The Fortress of Hornburg loomed before the travellers, silhouetted against the night sky. As they drew nearer, Alethris noticed there was scaffolding still in place and tools left neatly by the workmen after a day's labour. "At least we get to sleep in a proper bed for the next couple of nights," said Sam as he rode beside her on his pony.

Alethris looked down at him."You grow weary of camping, Sam?"

"The Elven camp beds are very comfortable, but I miss my own bed."

"I can empathise with you, young Sam. There is nothing more I would like right now than to be in the peace of my chambers alone with my queen," said Thranduil.

"As would I, Melherven," replied Alethris.

"I long for the peace of the forest and for us to go riding as we used to, then disappear for days beneath the trees."

Alethris's braid swished as she laughed. "We never disappeared for days, Melleth Nin."

Thranduil smirked back at her and whispered. "We can now." Elessar led the way into the fortress where the travellers were greeted by Gamling the Captain of the Hornburg. He led them to the Great Mess Hall, which was a large stone built room with a high pitched wooden roof. It was furnished with long tables of worn oak and benches and its walls were decorated with shields, weapons and armour. At its centre was a large roaring hearth, its smoke escaping through the hole in the ceiling. There, a simple but welcome meal awaited the hungry travellers.

Thranduil and Alethris were lodged in the captain's chamber in the tower. It was a simply furnished room with a small bed. Thranduil insisted Alethris slept in the bed while he rested in the chair beside her. The next day, they toured the fortress with King Elessar and heard firsthand accounts of what had taken place during the War of the Ring. Thranduil remarked he had not seen Legolas at breakfast and Elessar informed him he and Gimli had gone on an excursion and would return by supper. Sure enough, the two of them had rejoined the company as they gathered in the mess hall that evening.

There was a mixture of Elven music, lighthearted chatter, and the faint whiff of pipe smoke wafting through the air. Alethris's mind floated back to her childhood days in the Great Hall of Duincar, with ranger's songs and Pappa Beren's stories. She scanned the room of mixed company. Rohirrim dined with Elves and Gondorians alike. King Elessar was deep in conversation with Gandalf and the hobbits. He looked up at her, smiled, and raised a hand in greeting. Legolas sat between Thranduil and Gimli but seemed quieter than usual.

"You seem a little distracted, Ionnin," said Thranduil.

"I have been to the Glittering Caves with Gimli today," replied Legolas.

"Oh? Was it all he said it would be?"

Gimli patted Legolas on the back and laughed."That and more, King Thranduil, it left him speechless."

"It was even more beautiful than the Elven Halls Ada," said Legolas. "However, Isengard beckons in the morning and from there we shall travel to Fangorn Forest as agreed."

Gimli downed the rest of his beer and wiped his beard with his hand. "Aye, that we shall."

The next morning the party departed the Fortress at Helm's Deep and made for Isengard. On the afternoon of the following day, they arrived at the great tower fortress. The impenetrable walls that had once surrounded it had been raised to the ground and in their place, many trees and a great lake, now surrounded the Tower of Orthanc. Here and there, huge creatures that looked more like walking trees wondered about the wooded fortress. Alethris guessed they must be the Ents Merry and Pippin had spoken of. As she looked up at the black stone tower, Gandalf laid a hand on her shoulder. "The Ents call it Treegarth now, I must admit I prefer the name."

Alethris shuddered when she thought of how Saruman sought to imprison her there and hand her over to Sauron as an act of loyalty. "Yes it is a difficult place to escape from," said Gandalf giving her a knowing wink.

"I will have plenty to say to that thing they call a wizard. I hope he is still contained within the tower," Thranduil spat angrily.

"I would not concern yourself with him. Treebeard tells me he let him go a while back," replied Gandalf.

Thranduil was furious. "They let him go? He should be tasting my blade for what he did to Alethris!"

"He has no power save his voice and is little better than a man now. If he should taste anything, it should be your pity."

Thranduil glared at him, then put his arm around Alethris, and they went walking together among the trees. He looked up at the branches and sighed. "I have missed this, being here almost makes me feel homesick."

"Agreed," replied Alethris.

Thranduil then pulled her close to him, against a nearby tree. "I cannot wait till we are alone together in the Woodland realm with no one to disturb us." She shivered as he ran his fingers down her braid. "I hope you will dispense with this once our travelling is at an end and perhaps dispense with this riding attire too, for something more.... regal."

Alethris giggled. "You sound just like Elweth."

"I am your Lord husband and far better looking, Melleth nin." He brushed the stray hairs from her face as she looked into his soft, blue eyes. She then closed her eyes as she felt his warm lips brush against hers. Suddenly, the trunk of the tree moved away from them. Thranduil and Alethris turned to find themselves facing an Ent, who looked at them most curiously.

"Ho, Ho, what do we have here? ............... There I was having a quick rest and who should disturb my peace............ but young lovers. No, not young it seems........................... but if it were not for those eyes, Lady.................................. I would think you a mere child."

"Apologies for disturbing you. I am King Thranduil of Northen Eryn Lasgalen and this lady is my Queen, Alethris." The Ent stared at them for a while.

"Ah.... yes...... Gandalf told me of the Elven King and his bride. But he never mentioned you were of our mother's kin, Gracious Lady......................" He bowed slightly. "Forgive my manners, I am old and weary, though age has not burdened you as it has me. I am called Fangorn or Treebeard....... whichever you prefer.

Alethris looked up at the huge Ent and smiled. "You may know of my brother Aiwendil, who was Radagast the Brown. He resides in Eryn Lasgalen, though he has relinquished his mortal form."

"Aiwendil........ why........ yes...... I have heard of that name.......... long ago when I was but an Enting, he served our mother," said Treebeard.

"He is now Guardian of the Greenwood. Never shall evil's taint come upon it again."

"Alas, this news has come too late for Ent Wives. They are long lost to us now, and the world grows evermore with men," said Treebeard sadly.

"Fear not, ancient friend, not all Men come with axes and saws. Some will come with seeds and acorns," replied Alethris.

"Then there is hope for men yet............... Farewell, Gracious Lady, blessings to you and your Elven King," said Treebeard. He bowed again and went on his way.

A short time later, Legolas and Gimli came running up to them. "Father!, Alethris! There you are. Gimli and I are departing for Fangorn Forest. We are here to bid you farewell."

Thranduil embraced him and patted him on the back. "I have enjoyed our brief reunion and look forward to seeing the changes you are planning for the royal chambers. I am sending most of the Wood Elves back to Eryn Lasgalen. Now that the festivities are over, Alethris and I will only need the Huscarls and a few attendants during our progress."

"All shall be ready for the first day of Spring, Ada," replied Legolas.

Thranduil placed Gimli's gem into his hand. "Ensure this gem is cut and set into Alethris's Crown. We will meet you at Ered Calenamath on the day of her crowning."

"I shall see it done, Ada. Ered Calenamath, a fitting tribute to my uncle, may his time in Mandos be short," replied Legolas.

"The Green Sheild mountains, has a nice ring to it," said Gimli.

Thranduil eyed the pack on Legolas's back. "You have all the plans, then?"

"Of course, and the contracts. Alethris drew them up in both Sindarin and Khuzdul."

The two of them then took their leave of Thranduil and Alethris. "Until the spring!" they both called as they walked away.

Later, as the party left the Treegarth of Orthanc and made their way to the Gap of Rohan. Elessar asked Thranduil if Alethris could ride beside him. He looked sad, and she knew in her heart what was to come. Just outside the place of their encampment, Elessar asked Alethris and Thranduil to remain with his Knights, whilst he bid farewell to the others. They waited as he bid farewell to the rest of the Party. Then turned towards the waiting couple, his tearful gaze upon Alethris. She ran to him and he lifted her in an embrace, as her father had done when she was a child.

"I do not care who you really are. To me, you will always be Beren's child," he whispered. He held her in a tight embrace for a time. "There is something I must show you before I depart." He then drew out from his riding robes a diadem of Mithril with a bright gem in the shape of a star. "You know what this is, don't you."

Alethris gasped in amazement. "The Elendilmir, I thought it had been lost."

"It was hidden in Orthanc. Saruman must have found it, or at least his Orcs did. I shall bring it to Annúminas when it is restored, to be kept there safely for when I am in residence. My heart tells me that one day you and I shall walk together along the banks of Lake Evendim. When the King's House is restored and there we will talk of many things as our children run and play together on the shores."

Elessar put the Elendilmir away again and his eyes welled with tears as he kissed Alethris on the forehead. "Sometimes I will go to my seeing stone and turn it toward Eryn Lasgallen in the hopes that I may see you and your family walking under its leafy canopy. But for now, I must leave you in the care of your husband." He took Alethris's hand, clasping it tightly for those last moments, and slowly, they walked back to Thranduil.

Elessar then placed her hand in his. "Take care of this most precious of gems." He then mounted his horse, flanked by his knights. Borion, who was among them, ordered them to salute. "When you go to Arnor, take counsel with Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel. You do not know the land, but they do. I shall send a company of Knights in due course. They will meet with you in Rivendell."

"As you wish brother, farewell and may your journey be both swift and safe," replied Alethris, taking a deep breath to stifle her tears. Then they watched as he held aloft the Elfstone and his namesake and remained there until he rode southward into the darkening sky and out of sight.

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The party travelled through the gap of Rohan and into Dunland. When they rested, Thranduil and Alethris camped beside Lord Elrond and her brothers, keeping company with them. But Elrond was quieter than usual and would often go walking alone at night. The road took the travellers through a small wood as they continued northward. "Who are those two vagabonds up ahead?" called Thranduil.

Alethris then noticed Gandalf, Galadriel and the Hobbits speaking with two dishevelled men walking along the roadside. "Curumo," she said to herself.

"Surely that is not the White Wizard, Melleth nin."

"The very same, though I would hardly call him white."

Thranduil gripped his blade, partially unsheathing it. "Good, there are a few words I would have with that creature before I dispatch it. I missed out on Gollum's head. Perhaps I'll take his instead!"

But Alethris stopped him."Do not sully your blade. He is unworthy of such mercy. And he would welcome it in his wretched state, let him live a little longer in his misery. Only a blade wielded by a traitor is worthy of him, and even that will not end his suffering."

Thranduil looked deeply into her eyes and smiled. "Your counsel, my Queen, is both wise and prudent. Perhaps Doriath, the Kingdom of my birth, would not have been destroyed if my King had listened to the wise counsel of his Queen. I hope I have learned from such mistakes." Then sheathed his blade.

As they passed the wretched pair, Saruman suddenly looked up. On seeing Alethris, a cruel smirk crept across his face. "Almárie, what a pleasant surprise. I see your Elven King has won you body and soul. Whether he is worthy of it is another matter." Thranduil glared at him but did not reply. "Nothing to say then, Elven King?"

"I see no benefit in wasting my breath on a pathetic creature such as you," replied Thranduil.

Saruman uttered a rasping laugh. "Nice to see your little pet is well trained, and I see you reverted to your Maia name. Tar-Almárie has such a nice ring to it."

"It is Alethris in Sindarin, the language of my people. Names are important, as well you know, and a wise Maia once advised me to speak respectfully to one of higher rank, Sharky!"

Saruman glared at her. "And I also told you pride comes before a fall, Blessed Queen!" Suddenly, he attempted to pull Alethris from Dúrgilroch. But the horse quickly moved out of range, sending Saruman headlong into a nearby muddy puddle. The disgraced wizard got to his knees and spat the mud out of his mouth.

Thranduil looked down at him, chuckling. "No one lays hands upon my queen without my consent! Be thankful you still breathe!" Dúrgilroch then kicked more mud in Saruman's furious face with his back legs.

Thranduil looked at Alethris and smirked. "I think your ride is growing on me. I like his style."

Four figures sat silent and still together in the moonlight, as nearby musicians played soft, gentle melodies, and the hum of quiet voices drifted across from those sitting at campfires. A movement caught Elrond's eye, and he turned to see Thranduil and Alethris approaching from the wooded hillside. No doubt they had taken the opportunity to walk under the stars. He called out, inviting them to join their company. But could see their minds were on other matters as they politely declined the invitation.

He smiled as he watched them tease and chase each other, remembering his first days of wedlock with Celebrian. Elrond wondered what she would make of Almárie, he was sure she would love her as much as he did. The smile dropped from his face as he thought of her alone in Tol Eressëa, waiting for him on the quayside of Avallónë. How would he explain Arwen's choice to her? But he had to hope that she would understand and forgive him.

Galadriel, Celeborn and Gandalf chuckled between themselves as they watched Thranduil and Almárie enter their pavillion. "It is nice to see them happy. Thranduil is almost as he was in his youth. Though perhaps less full of himself," said Celeborn.

Gandalf smoked his pipe and made three smoke rings. "I only hope he appreciates the grace he has been given."

"And yet their happiness on Middle Earth cannot last. Soon they must turn their eyes westward, forsaking all that they are and all that they love," replied Galadriel.

"Alas.... it is a high price," said Elrond. His heart ached as he remembered those last painful moments with Arwen and how little time she now had left in the world.

Galadriel squeezed his hand. "A price we are all paying," she whispered.

"And what will become of them upon their return? Almárie will return to her Maia form, but what of Thranduil? Will the Valar permit them to remain together? Or sunder them and Thranduil be restored to his first wife? He is an Elf of the twilight and Almárie is of the Maia. Even Thingol had the light of the trees within him." said Elrond.

"Alas, even we are not permitted to know such things. But Eru Iluvatar loves all of his children. We must trust in his plan for them," replied Gandalf. The Elves resumed their silent communication deep into the night till, at last, they were ready to retire. The four of them rose and walked towards their pavilions.

"Mithrandir, one thing has always puzzled me? When Meneldor rescued Almárie from the mountain, who sent him? Was it you?" asked Elrond.

Gandalf shook his head. "There is only one who could have sent the Great Eagles on such an errand."

"Then it was Radagast. He was always good friends with them," said Celeborn.

"Guess again," replied Galadriel.

The other three stopped in their tracks. "Surely it was not you Galadriel?" said Gandalf.

Galadriel slowly shook her head. "I was merely the messenger, and it was up to Almárie to cross into Mirkwood. And once she knew the truth of her mission, it was up to her to accept it or not. My heart tells me that in the end, what happens in the uttermost west will lie with Almárie."

"I wanted to train her in the defence of our realm. I went all the way to Thranduil's Halls to retrieve her, and you said nothing of this," replied Celeborn.

"Thranduil needed to keep her of his own free will. She was raised to be a queen, not a weapon Celeborn," said Galadriel.

"So all she has suffered was part of a greater plan? Why did you keep this from me? I could have better prepared her for what she was about to face," said Elrond.

"Your role was to love, comfort and teach her of the wider world. You could not know too much in case you influenced the outcome. The bond created between parent and child is more than simply blood," replied Galadriel.

Memories flickered into Elrond's mind, taking him back to the night of Almárie's birth. Gruinith was waiting to deliver the baby to her father. But Naerien feared there was something wrong and asked Elrond to examine her. Elrond came to the bedside to reassure Naerien, but she placed the baby in his arms. He had taken the child just to reassure Naerien that all was well. How his heart had lept when the baby opened her eyes and looked into his. He knew at once what she was and remembered the great rush of love and hope that had entered his heart at that very moment.

"Tell me, Lord Elrond. What is wrong with her?" Naerien had cried out anxiously. Elrond had turned to her smiling, his eyes close to tears. "Nothing Naerien. She is perfect in every way." He then remembered the pain he had felt when he handed the baby over to Beren and watched him name and rejoice in the child's safe arrival. It had felt to him as if he was giving away one of his own children. Then, seeing her again as a little girl in Duincar, his heart had leapt again as a father reunited with his child. It was then that Elrond realised the gift he had been given.

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As the attendants raised the awning of the pavilion, Alethris stood in her bedrobe and looked at the sun rising over the mountains. "Caradhras, Celebdil and Fanuidhol. When I was a child, I looked at them on maps, but to see them for real is truly amazing."

She felt Thranduil's arms about her waist, his kiss upon her head. "They are mountains, Dwarves live in them, except for Moria, of course."

"Mae Govannen, my Lord King, my Lady Queen. Breakfast is ready," called Merenthel. And the two of them sat down to eat.

"Merenthel, where is Faelnith? I did not see her all evening last night or this morning," asked Alethris.

Merenthel went a little pale."She had urgent business to attend to and will return presently, my Lady Queen."

"What can be more important than attending upon your king and queen, Merenthel?" demanded Thranduil.

"Do you know where she is?" asked Alethris.

Merenthel lowered her eyes. "She is with Haldir, My Lady Queen, her...... betrothed!"

"I see..... and when should we expect her return?" asked Thranduil.

"Soon, my Lord King," replied Merenthel.

Later that morning, Faelnith nervously approached the Pavillion as Thranduil and Alethris rested in their parlour. She was holding hands with one of the Galadrim called Haldir. Thranduil immediately rose and demanded that Faelnith explain why she had taken off without permission from either himself or the queen. Faelnith lowered her eyes and took a deep breath before lifting them. "My apologies Lord King, my Lady Queen. But the Galadhrim leave for the Redhorn Pass tomorrow."

"What has that got to do with your absence, Faelnith?" asked Alethris.

Haldir bowed low. "I asked her to return with me, King Thranduil."

"Could you have not waited till spring? That is the traditional time for Elven weddings," replied Thranduil.

"You have wed, Faelnith?" said Alethris.

"My apologies King Thranduil, Queen Alethris. We have been betrothed for many years and have been patient all this time. Now that there is peace, we did not wish to wait a moment longer," replied Haldir.

Alethris got to her feet."But what of your mother and sister?"

"Merenthel witnessed our vows but was sworn to secrecy. As for my mother, she knows of my betrothal, and we have sent a bird to her. She will understand my choice," replied Faelnith.

Thranduil looked at the pair, his face emotionless. Then a soft smile broke out across his face. "To wed is an Elf's joy and delight. What sort of King would I be if I did not delight in your news also? Though the queen and I will be sad at you are leaving us, may your union be both joyful and fruitful."

Alethris smiled and embraced Faelnith. "Go with my blessing and may your married life be as blissful as my own."

"Thank you, my Lady Queen. I shall miss you very much," replied Faelnith.

Thranduil walked over to his wine decanter and filled several goblets. "Well, I suppose we had better toast the happy couple!"

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The travellers split into two groups the next morning. Those on their way to Rivendell bid farewell to those on their way up the Red Horn pass. When Galadriel and Celeborn bid Thranduil and Alethris farewell, they reminded them to cross the pass before November after their time in Imladris. "We look forward to your spending winter with us," said Galadriel. Faelnith and Merenthel bid each other a tearful farewell before she and Haldir joined the others, ascending the path towards the Redhorn Pass. They waved briefly before entering the mists and out of sight. Merenthel stifled her tears before returning to her duties.

The journey towards Rivendell continued a few more days until one evening the pathway into the travellers turned down a small road into the hidden valley. By Sunset the welcoming lights of Rivendell were at last visible.

As Alethris dismounted Dúrgilroch and looked towards the House of Elrond, a warm feeling enveloped her. "I cannot believe I am here again after all this time. Everything is just as I remember it." The Hobbits, though weary, went running off to find Bilbo and everyone else slowly dispersed. Elrond approached Thranduil and Alethris. "You will find your dwelling up there." He pointed to the large villa in the eaves of the Pinewoods. A place Alethris remembered from her childhood. "I believe you and Rodon climbed onto that roof on more than one occasion."

"And I fell off once and broke my wrist," replied Alethris.

Elrond put his arm around her shoulders as he led Alethris, Thranduil, and their household up the steps. "And I treated a good many other bumps and scrapes you got yourself into." Imladris seemed quieter now. Alethris could feel that many of the Elves she had known as a child had already left for the Havens. Everything seemed so familiar and yet different somehow. Less alive than Alethris remembered, but she dismissed the feeling, putting it down to weariness. They continued to talk of old times as they walked along the walkways and pathways until they reached the villa. It looked similar to the house of Elrond but on a smaller scale. When at last they reached the entrance, Elrond embraced Alethris. "It is nice to have you home again, Almárie, even for a little while."

Soft lights flickering from the interior of the villa welcomed the household as Padir opened the front door. "I shall leave you to it, then. Oltho vae ne fuin hen, Niniell, Ninion," said Elrond before taking his leave of them and retracing his steps towards his house.

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Soft morning sunlight flooded the royal couple's bedchamber. Birdsong and the scent of pine wafted around the room. Wind chimes swayed gently by the large open windows that gave scenic views of the Pinewoods and out across the rest of the valley. The chamber itself was dominated by a large ornately carved bed and furnished with a sideboard, chests and a dresser.

As Alethris's eyes slowly blinked open, she felt her husband's gentle fingers caressing her face, his warm lips upon hers. "Mae Govannen Melleth nin," he whispered. She kissed him back and ran her finger through his long, blonde hair. "I wish we could stay here all day."

Alethris looked up at him dreamily. "So do I, but we are expected to attend breakfast with Ada this morning. It is Bilbo and Frodo's birthday too, the hobbits are not going to tell Bilbo of our arrival. It will be a wonderful surprise for him."

The distant peel of a bell drifted in through the window. Thranduil rolled his eyes. "I assume that is the breakfast bell."

Alethris giggled. "There is a bell for all meals and important times of the day. You will get used to it."

Reluctantly, they rose from the comfortable bed. Thranduil placed Alethris's bedrobe on her shoulders, stroking her hair and kissing her neck as she wrapped it around her body. Alethris sat at the dresser, smirking as she watched Thranduil through the mirror, wrapping his bedrobe around his naked body. She picked up one of her Dwarven hairbrushes, then uncoiled her night braid. Thranduil came up behind her and caught her hand. "Allow me, Melleth nin." Taking the brush, he gently removed the tangles from her long badger-like hair.

There was a light knock at the door. "ENTER!" called Thranduil.

The door slowly opened and Padir entered, carrying a tray of chamomile tea. "Mae Govannen, my Lord King, My Lady Queen, I hope you slept well."

"We slept wonderfully, Padir," replied Alethris.

Padir placed the tray on a side table. "Would you like me to pour?"

"No, leave it. We will call when we require you again," said Thranduil.

"Very good, my Lord King," replied Padir. Bowing as he left the chamber.

Once Thranduil had finished brushing her hair. Alethris went to the tray and poured two goblets of tea, handing him one. Then hand in hand they went to the window facing the Pinewoods and stood in each other's arms, listening to the birds as they drank their tea. Another bell broke the peaceful spell, reminding them of their obligations. So Thranduil called for Padir and Merenthel to assist them in preparing for the day. Once ready, Thranduil and Alethris made their way towards the house of Elrond.

Breakfast was almost over when the couple arrived at Elrond's Dining Hall. Frodo and Sam were the only ones still eating breakfast. Both giggled as they greeted Thranduil and Alethris. "Gandalf said you would be late," said Frodo.

"Bilbo has returned to his room after finishing his breakfast. He will be so surprised to see you both," said Sam.

"I believe it is your birthday too Frodo, many happy returns on your special day," said Thranduil.

Frodo thanked him and apologised for not being able to give anyone gifts. "But the hall of fire will be filled with music and singing after the feast tonight."

"Ah, the Hall of Fire. I have heard much about it from my good queen." He kissed Alethris's hand while smirking.

As they enjoyed breakfast, Elrond walked into the Dining Hall and bid them all good morning. He kissed Alethris on the forehead. "I trust you slept well in the Villa last night."

"We did Ada, it is very comfortable indeed," replied Alethris.

After breakfast, Elrond led Thranduil and Alethris to Bilbo's room. "I must warn you, he is much changed from how you remember him. The power of the ring, like Gollum, kept Bilbo alive far beyond his natural life span. Now that it is destroyed, he has begun to fade. He gets tired and forgetful, so try not to overwhelm him." He knocked upon the door, and after waiting a few moments, they heard what sounded like a response. Elrond asked them to wait outside a moment before he entered the room. "Bilbo, I have a couple of well wishers to see you," they heard him say.

"Not my nephew and his friends again, I hope. I told them I would see them after my nap," a sprightly voice replied.

Alethris sniggered. "It sounds like the Bilbo I remember."

"He sounds a little older than I remember him," whispered Thranduil.

"They have come a very long way to see you, Bilbo," said Elrond.

"Not the King and Queen? I did not expect to see them again," replied Bilbo.

"Not Elessar and Arwen no, but another king and queen have come to visit you," said Elrond.

"The only other King I am acquainted with is the Elven King of Mirkwood, but he lost his wife. Why, is he here? It has been a long time since we have spoken," replied Bilbo.

"Yes, he has come, and has some exciting news for you," said Elrond.

"Oh, how wonderful, that he should come today of all days. Please ask him in and bring us some tea and toast, for I will need much sustenance, and I am eager to hear all he may tell me," replied Bilbo.

Elrond returned to them and suggested they went in one at a time, so Thranduil entered the room first, while Alethris waited at the entrance. She could see Bilbo was much frailer than he had been when she left all those years ago and it grieved her to see him that way. Bilbo's eyes lit up as he greeted his guest. "King Thranduil, how good it is to see you again and on my birthday, too. What a lovely surprise."

Thranduil embraced Bilbo, sat in the chair beside him, and took his hand. "Bilbo the Magnificent! How are you, my old friend?"

"Less of the old now. I am only one hundred and twenty-nine today, not as old as the Old Took. He lived to one hundred and thirty I'll have you know. And if I am lucky, I hope to outlive him. Of course, you don't look a day over....... how old are you now?"

Thranduil chuckled. "That's not important."

"Master Elrond said you had news for me. Is it about your son Legolas? He is a fine fellow. Told me you had taken Master Elrond's adopted daughter as your ward and a strange story about her flying on a Great Eagle. I can't remember much about that part, sadly. But he did say she continued to get herself into trouble. Much like here, I'm afraid. Poor orphaned child but very clever and older than her years," said Bilbo.

Alethris stifled a snigger as Bilbo told Thranduil all the mischief she had gotten up to as a child. Thranduil solemnly explained that she fared little better in the Woodland Realm. He then glanced at Alethris and winked. Bilbo looked concerned. "Oh dear, did some misfortune befall Anberenien? I always feared she'd meet a sticky end. Did the spiders get her? Or was it Orcs?"

Thranduil roared with laughter. "No Bilbo, she is no longer my ward........ because she is my Queen!"

Alethris smiled as the old hobbit followed Thranduil's gaze and saw her standing in the doorway. His eyes widened and a broad smile crossed his wrinkled face as it dawned upon him who she was. "Well, I never, Lady Anberenien! My shiny young friend!"

She ran to Bilbo and held him in a fond embrace. "I am called Alethris now I am queen. Long have I looked forward to seeing you again."

Bilbo chattered excitedly. "My, how you have grown, my Lady? It only seems like yesterday, when you were skipping around Rivendell, climbing trees, rooftops and being sent to the Hall of Fire. You and that stable boy. What was his name?"

"Rodon," replied Alethris.

"Oh yes, he went to the rangers, did you hear from him again?"

"He died," replied Alethris.

The smile dropped from Bilbo's wizened face. "Oh, my dear, I am so sorry. He was a good friend to you. Was he on ranging duties?"

Alethris and Thranduil exchanged looks. "Yes," she replied. It was not necessary to tell Bilbo the truth. She didn't want to relive those times again, and it would only upset him. Thranduil squeezed her hand in support and she knew he agreed with her.

Bilbo squinted at Alethris's tresses. "Anberenien, what have you done to your hair? Half of it is now the same color as your eyes."

"It is a long story, rather like your adventures," she replied.

Bilbo clasped her hand. "Well, you must tell me all about it now you are home and you can help me with my research again."

Thranduil gave her a look indicating that would not be possible. "Alas Bilbo, we are only staying a couple of weeks as we are wintering in Lothlórien and must travel across the Red Horn Pass before the weather turns. But we shall visit you every day while we are here."

Bilbo's expression looked pained. "Well, I am very sorry to hear that, but a visit to Lothlórien is a privilege not to be missed. If only I could join you, but I am passed adventuring now. And you mind those spiders when you return to Mirkwood, they are very dangerous."

"Mirkwood is no more, Bilbo. The Forest is cleansed of all evil creatures. It is called Eryn Lasgalen now," replied Thranduil.

Suddenly Bilbo looked towards the doorway. "Ah, Master Elrond, tea and toast as requested, thank you. You may go now, I am having a lovely chat with young Anberenien. It seems ages since we last spoke. You know I always said she would come to greatness, didn't I, Master Elrond?"

"Of course, Bilbo and you were quite right," replied Elrond. He smiled at Alethris and quietly left the room.

Bilbo happily munched his toast and drank his tea. "Lord Elrond is a most attentive host. I have missed him so. And alas, poor Arwen, never shall we meet again." After finishing his meal, Bilbo yawned and stretched. "It has been so wonderful to see you again Anberenien, but now, I am weary, my shiny young friend."

"Will you be coming to the feast?" asked Alethris.

"I am looking forward to it. I shall write a new song in you and your husband's honour. Which is why I must rest for a time." He settled down on his daybed and Alethris placed a nearby coverlet upon him. "Fancy that, little Anberenien, a fairy queen." He smiled, then turned over and went to sleep.

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As the wind caressed the pine trees, an October chill was in the air. Thranduil and Alethris lay in an embrace beneath them as they watched the clouds passing overhead. "I wish we could stay here, like this, forever. I am almost tempted to leave my realm to Legolas, send all the servants away and just spend our days here, in peace and solitude," said Thranduil.

"I doubt Legolas would appreciate that," replied Alethris.

"No, he would not. He might have been content with his life if he hadn't gone on that mission. Now he sets his sights elsewhere."

"How long did he say he would remain in the Woodland realm?"

"We have enough time to establish the restoration of Arnor. Then his heart will lead him southward. It was not entirely unexpected. There comes a time when you must let your children travel their own path. However much we would desire them to remain close to us." Thranduil put his hands behind his head as he looked up at the rustling pines. "So this is where you used to spend your days...... with the stableboy."

"Yes, Rodon and I played here as children...... before he went to become a ranger."

"And you neglected your studies, or so Bilbo told me."

Alethris sat bolt upright, annoyed at his mockery. "I told you, I was only late for a few lessons!"

Thranduil chuckled. "You are so easy to tease, Melleth nin."

"Really!" replied Alethris, and slapped him playfully on the leg before rising to her feet and marching further up the hill into the trees.

Thranduil rolled onto his side and looked up at her, grinning. "And where do you think you are going?"

"Away from you," Alethris called back. She feigned annoyance at first, then broke into giggles. "Catch me if you can, Melleth nin!" Hitching up her skirts, she climbed the nearest pine before Thranduil could reach her. Chuckling as he searched the area, calling for her, though she could tell he was only pretending.

He suddenly turned towards Alethris's tree, smirking as he looked into her eyes. "You should be careful Thorwen, that branch looks weak, if it snaps, you will fall!"

"I have climbed these trees many times Thurindaer, their branches are stronger than they look."

"Even so, your father would think me a poor husband if you fell and injured yourself. Now come down, your Lord husband and King commands it."

Alethris threw her head back with laughter as she continued to tease him. "Then perhaps my husband and king should come and get me."

Thranduil smirked as he grasped the trunk. "Why don't I just shake you from the tree instead?" As they teased each other, the branch gave way. Alethris let out a brief scream as she fell, but Thranduil's quick reactions meant she landed safely in his arms. "See, I told you that branch was weak." The two of them laughed as he released her and, hand in hand, walked back down the hill towards the villa.

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The rose covered fountain bubbled away in the crisp, cloudy evening as Elrond sat on the ledge of the pool cradling a plucked rose in his palm. He thought of Arwen, how she had loved to sit in this spot and he would often join her. Now they would never sit together again. He gently laid the rose in the fountain pool, watching as it slowly sank to the bottom. He then heard a sigh behind him and turned to see Gandalf watching with a sympathetic smile. "Ah, Mithrandir! Frodo tells me you are leaving with the Hobbits in the morning. Are you going to enjoy some Shire hospitality or is it the Havens that beckon you?"

Gandalf nodded in reply. "I have a few loose ends to tie up before I go to Mithlond. But no, I think my presence would not be welcome in the Shire just now. However, I will call in on an old friend."

"You will go to see Tom then?"

"For the winter, then I shall return in spring for your younger daughter's crowning."

The smile returned to Elrond's face. "You will join us then, for the festivities? Thranduil insists it will be a lavish affair."

"I would not miss it for the world." Gandalf glanced at the rose in the pool. "Alethris will never replace Arwen. That is not her mission."

Elrond scooped out the rose and laid it gently on the side of the pool. "A child can never replace another, but they can soften the blow."

"Alethris is not a child, Elrond."

Elrond turned to face Gandalf. The slight flash of irritation in his eyes concealed his inner fury. "I am well aware of what Almárie is. That does not change the fact that I raised her and I am her father. You came to Middle Earth an old man, ageing slowly and your wisdom undimmed. But Almárie grew within her mother's womb and had far more to learn than you could ever comprehend. And unlike her, you will never experience the joy and pain of parenthood!"

Gandalf blinked slightly in surprise. He turned slowly to leave. "The hour is late and I have an early start in the morning."

Elrond realised his emotions had got the better of him. He laid his hand on Gandalf's arm to stop him from leaving. "My apologies, old friend. I am still struggling since Arwen and my emotions got the better of me."

Gandalf turned back to him with a thoughtful look on his face. "You are quite right, Elrond. I never had a father as such. But if I did? I would hope he would be just like you." He smiled slightly and winked, then bid Elrond good night.

Alethris wrapped her long fur lined cloak around her as she and Thranduil joined Elrond's household as they bid Gandalf and the Hobbits farewell. Gandalf embraced them both. "King Thranduil, Queen Alethris, I hope your progress home will be a safe one."

"It will certainly be much safer than in the past," said Thranduil.

"Where are you headed?" asked Alethris. "I am going as far as Bree, then to visit with an old friend," replied Gandalf.

"You will come to visit for tea when you come north. I have a house in Crickhollow, it is small but very cosy?" said Frodo.

"We will look forward to it," replied Alethris.

"I am going to miss our little chats," said Sam.

"I will too, you will just have to visit us when we are in Annúminas," replied Alethris.

Pippin bowed low to the royal couple. "Farewell, King Thranduil. You will be much missed in Gondor Queen Alethris."

Alethris chuckled slightly. "Oh, I am not so sure about that." Merry also bowed low as he made his own farewell. Then the hobbits descended the steps and mounted their ponies that were waiting in the courtyard. Gandalf mounted Shadowfax. Then the company headed up to the track that led back to the Great East Road and with a smile and a wave, they were gone.

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The cold air whipped around the wood of raining leaves as Alethris, her brothers, Thranduil and Elrond stood before the great burial mound. All that remained of the once thriving village of Duincar. White flowers of Athelas still littered the mound, like fallen stars, shining out defiantly against the dense green grass.

Carefully, Elladan and Elrohir built a cairn at the foot of the mound. When they had finished, Alethris solemnly laid her carefully prepared wreath."May you reach new shores safely," she whispered. Then Alethris sang the lament that had been sung the night of the last journey. Her enchanting voice encouraged the others to accompany her.

They then stood in silent contemplation as Elrond said a few words. Then he and his sons returned to their horses, leaving Alethris and Thranduil alone. As Alethris looked up at the mound, Thranduil clasped her hand reassuringly. "I had to come before we go south. Duincar was my home once. The Great Hall once stood here and If I close my eyes, I can still see Labes stirring the stew. My grandmother butchering an animal and my mother telling me to wash for supper. Now there is nothing, not even a post hole remains of it. It is as if Duincar never existed."

"But it did exist and exists still within your heart, Melleth nin. Your mortal family are buried within that mound, along with all the others who were slain," replied Thranduil.

"They are here, but not here. Their fea's left many years ago, to shores unknown and I shall never know where they went."

Thranduil took her other hand and looked into her moistened eyes. "Is that what you fear most about the fates of our children?" Alethris nodded and he kissed her on the forehead. "I will wait, but perhaps one with more experience in these matters than I would give you better counsel." He glanced at Elrond, who was waiting patiently at the edge of the wood.

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Laughter echoed from the Dining Hall as Alethris and Elrond made their way towards her old room. She and Thranduil had spent the evening dining with his household. Elladan, Elrohir and some of the others had been sharing funny stories about her childhood in Imladris. Alethris endured their tales graciously. But when Elrond asked if she would like to see her old chamber, she readily accepted. Elrond smiled reassuringly as they walked along the corridor together. "I hope your brothers did not embarrass you too much."

"No Ada, living in Imladris was a happy time for me....... for the most part." They exchanged looks and sniggered slightly as they arrived at the door. Alethris was surprised at how little her chamber had changed since she had left. Even her chests, full of her belongings, were still there, untouched.

Elrond looked about the chamber. "We have had a couple of visitors stay in here. But apart from that, it has been waiting for you to come home."

Overcome with emotion, they both held each other tightly before sitting on one of the chests, still holding each other's hands. "I never meant to run away. But I was so afraid after what happened with Bilbo. I felt I had to get away before I hurt anyone else."

"And I felt it was my fault for getting angry with you. I should have helped you to understand what was happening. That your Will was manifesting itself and the danger you were in. But as it was, there was a greater purpose to your leaving that even I could comprehend. Now you have returned a grown woman only to leave me again with your husband, as your sister has done."

"I wish I could make everything right again, Ada."

But Elrond shook his head. "Everything is as it should be, Almárie. Children are supposed to go out into the world and forge their own path, you and Arwen are no exception."

"But how do you reconcile that she will never go to the west with you?"

Elrond was silent for a moment, deep in thought. His eyes growing moist with tears. "I take comfort in the fact that when she leaves this world, not only will Elessar be at her side, but my brother Elros will be waiting for her. She will make a good life for herself with the time she has left and although her choice grieves me greatly, I am very proud of her." He stood up and walked to the window, staring out at the valley as he composed himself. He then turned back towards Alethris with his usual warm smile.

"Let us not talk of sadness. We should look to happier times." He indicated the cradle in the chamber's corner. When she looked inside, Alethris noticed Elvie, the rag doll, still lying there. Just as she had left her. "Arwen felt you should take Elvie and the cradle back to Eryn Lasgalen with you. She feels you will need it long before she will."

Alethris picked Elvie out of the cot. Stroking the woollen strands of her hair, she held the doll close as she had done as a child. "Thranduil is very keen for the time of the children, but I am not ready to be a mother."

Elrond held her in a comforting embrace. "I know what you fear, but I cannot grant your children immortality. That is beyond either of us. But that is no reason to shy away from that which will come to be. Thranduil is no young Elf. He has endured much pain and suffering in his long life. His marriage to you is a special grace and your children, be they mortal or not, will play an important part in Middle Earth's future."

"Is that what your foresight sees?"

"My foresight tells me whatever happens, you and Thranduil will find peace and happiness together. The House of Greenleaves is strong and fruitful."

Alethris placed Elvie back in the cradle. "Ada, if you could choose between a mortal or immortal life again, would you make the same choice?"

"I do not know, Almárie."

Alethris was surprised at his response. "You would consider mortality?"

Elrond nodded. "When you have lived in Middle Earth as long as I have, seen what I have seen. The thought of passing beyond the confines of the world is a tempting prospect. But I am content with my choice." He looked again towards the window, speaking as if in a dream. "Far beyond the western sea, my lady waits patiently for me. I can see her on the quayside in my dreams. Holding her lantern aloft, looking out across the eastern sea. Come home, come home, her soft words call. Your work is done, you save them all."

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Bilbo stared at Alethris and Thranduil in disbelief. "You are leaving? So soon? But you have barely told me anything of your adventures, my shiny young friend."

"I have told you all there is to tell, dear Bilbo. You wrote some of it down so you would not forget," said Alethris.

"Oh yes, well it is around here somewhere," replied Bilbo. As he frantically searched through the piles of notebooks in his small room, little bits of paper flew into the air. "I am sure I wrote something. Defeated, the frail Hobbit looked up at Alethris with pleading eyes. Is it possible that you could stay a little longer and tell me of your adventures again? It might jog my memory. You were kidnapped by the Wood Elves, weren't you?"

Thranduil raised an eyebrow. "Certainly not. We rescued her!"

"My apologies, Good King, I get so confused these days!" replied Bilbo.

Thranduil chuckled slightly. "None taken, Bilbo the Magnificent. But sadly we must take our leave of you."

Bilbo yawned, and settled into his chair, the lids of his eyes beginning to droop. " Farewell, dear friends. I would come and see you off but I am so very weary."

Alethris placed a blanket on him and kissed his forehead. "Goodbye, Dear Bilbo," she whispered.

Bilbo opened his eyes for a moment. "farewell, my Fairy Queen," he said and went back to sleep.

Silently, they left his room and made their way down the corridor to the entrance of the House of Elrond. "It grieves me to see Bilbo that way. His forgetfulness is getting worse," said Alethris.

"It is more than forgetfulness, Thorwen. He has lived beyond his natural lifespan, now his mind is slipping from him. Some days when we visited, he thought you were a child again. And only yesterday he asked you to help him with his translations," replied Thranduil.

"Is there nothing that can be done, no cure or potion?"

Elrond stood by the entrance. "There is only one hope for Bilbo now, to spend his last days in the west where he will suffer no more." Elrond carried the cradle with Elvie still resting inside. "There are a few things you should know about this cradle. It has rocked to sleep more than dolls and you were not its first occupant, Almárie. King Valandil, like you, was also born here. Arwen and your brothers who slept side by side were also nursed in it. Twins prefer to sleep together. My brother and I did."

"Did you really sleep in it? It does not look as old as all that," asked Alethris.

"Even we were not the first. It was made for my father, one of the few artefacts, to have survived Gondolin. The Noldor make things to last and I do not think its purpose is done with yet."

He gave the cradle to Padir, who was waiting just outside. "You will find the charms upon it will settle any child. Giving the parents a much needed rest. Now there is just one more thing I must present to you." He picked up a large book on a nearby side table and handed it to Alethris.

She read the cover and gasped in surprise. "The Arnorian book of Lineage!"

Elrond smiled and nodded. "As Vice Regent, it is your duty to take care of it now and when the time comes, deliver it to the Hall of Records when Annúminas is restored." As Alethris turned the pages, she noticed the page marker was a long, dark braid fixed into the book.

"This is the braid I cut off when I ran away. However did you find it?"

"We found it in a small cave near the high pass. It was all I had left of you. When I knew you were safe, I fixed it into the book of Lineage, where it belonged," replied Elrond. "Take good care of this book. It has a long and turbulent history and not all of its pages are yet filled."

As the three of them exited the front door, the entire household had assembled to see the royal party off. Alethris and Thranduil bid farewell to Elladan and Elrohir. "Namaire dilthen Muinthel, safe journey. We will see you in the spring."

"As will I," called Glorfindel.

"Will you be returning home when Ada goes into the west?" asked Alethris.

"Alas, Gracious Queen, I would, but my duty requires me to remain a little longer," replied Glorfindel.

Finally, they took their leave of Elrond. "I am very proud of you Alethris, your mortal mother and father would have been very proud of you too. Enjoy your time in Lothlórien, and we will see you in the spring."

With a heavy heart, Alethris mounted Dúrgilroch and joined Thranduil at the head of the royal party. The Household sang the song of a safe journey as the royal party waved goodbye and made their way up the valley track. As they rode towards the Great East Road, the mists rolled back across Imladris, barring it from sight.

For a week, they travelled southward at a hurried pace, as if winter was nipping at their heels. Till at last, they came to the place they had rested in the summer at the foot of the Redhorn Pass. The mountain now loomed above them as if demanding an explanation for their presence. As their attendants erected their encampment, Alethris and Thranduil surveyed the scattered ruins that littered the area. Thranduil bent down and picked up a piece of carved stone. "It is hard to believe that this place was once the epicentre of the great Elven Realm of Eregion."

"Did you ever come here in those times?" asked Alethris.

"We traded with them, but it was a Noldor settlement. My father did not care for such places and then there were the Dwarves, of course."

"But the Long Beards did nothing to your people."

"It was a different time, Thorwen." He replaced the stone where he had found it and looked up at the mountain looming over them with a nervous look on his face. "We cannot rest here long. Redhorn is even more treacherous than the High Pass. It will not be an easy crossing."

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As he read Legolas's report, Thranduil reclined in the large bed. He was happy to know that the restoration of the realm was going well. Thranduil was careful not to wake Alethris, who was fast asleep beside him. The scars on her arms peeked out from the sleeves of her nightgown. He could not be sure, but there seemed to be a faint shimmer about her skin similar to her hair, but he dismissed it as a trick of the evening light. After days of crossing the Redhorn pass, they had, at last, reached Lothlórien. Storms had plagued the party all the way, coming upon them suddenly with sheets of hail and rain, then leaving just as fast as it arrived. There had been little in the way of shelter and nights were spent huddled together in the darkness.

Relief only came once they had descended from the unforgiving mountain, whose angry clouds gathered as if awaiting their next victim. They had followed a path by the side of a staggered waterfall known as the Dimrill stair. Resting overnight in the Dimrill Vale on the banks of Lake Mirrormere. Thranduil and Alethris came across a great stone pillar. They could just make out the rune carvings despite it being weathered, worn and cracked. Thranduil was sure it was Durin's stone to commemorate the legend of Durin the first looking into the lake and seeing a crown of stars around his head. Behind them, a small track led up through foothills, to a large ornate Dwarven door cut out of the stone.

Thranduil assumed it must have been the entrance to Moria that Legolas had exited on his journey southward. When he and Alethris looked into the lake themselves, they had indeed seen a crown of stars above their heads. But the waters had also reflected Alethris in her Maia form. She looked almost like a star herself, her silver hair flowing in the wind.

Upon reaching Lothlórien, a welcoming party led by Haldir and Faelnith escorted them to Cerin Amroth. Where Celeborn and Galadriel were waiting to receive them. Now they rested high in the trees in a simple but comfortable treehouse, reached by a staircase that wound around the tree. It was the same place Alethris had stayed with Elrond and Arwen before the journey south and where Arwen had plighted her troth to Elessar years before.

Now it was their home for the winter. Thranduil looked forward to a few months of rest before they would travel again. Perhaps when they were finally home, Alethris would be ready for the time of the children. Spring was the traditional time for weddings and begettings. But as their offspring were likely to be mortal, the time of year no longer seemed important. Three daughters would release Lasseth from her curse and she would go to Mandos. He owed her that, at least for his second chance of wedded bliss. Thranduil hoped that whatever Alethris learned from Galadriel would allay her fears. Perhaps her petition to the Valar might yet grant their children entrance to the undying lands.

Alethris murmured in her sleep, reliving past traumas in her dreams as she often did. Thranduil had learned much from listening to her dream talk, of the grief and fears she never spoke of. But he would never speak with her on those matters. He trusted she would do so when she was ready. Thranduil laid his head beside hers and whispered comforting words while he kissed and stroked her hair. Soon she was at peace again and snuggled into him. Thranduil closed his eyes as he enveloped her in his embrace.

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Galadriel stood at her basin as Alethris climbed down to her grandmother's garden. She and Thranduil had arrived at Caras Galadhon the night before, to celebrate Yule with her grandparents. They had spent many happy weeks together at Cerin Amroth as autumn gave way to winter. They had played in the wood like children with no cares or responsibilities. Occasionally, Celeborn and Galadriel would visit them in their treetop love nest, but they never stayed long, so the royal couple were mostly left to their own devices.

Now, with the turn of the year imminent, they stayed in the same guestroom at the House of Celeborn that Alethris had stayed in. They had breakfast with Celeborn that morning, who informed Alethris that her grandmother was waiting for her in the garden below. Now, as she descended the steps, she noticed how everything was covered in a delicate coating of lacy frost and the water in the basin was frozen.

Alethris wrapped her cloak tightly around her as an icy breeze whipped around the garden, but the cold did not seem to affect Galadriel. Alethris looked at the frozen basin, placing her hands on the cold stone rim. "Alas, I had hoped to find the answers to my concerns."

"The basin cannot be used to petition the Valar Almárie, it is for guidance only. What you are seeking is something very different," replied Galadriel.

"All I want is for my children to be granted entrance to Aman. I am a Maia and my husband, an Elven King. Surely it is only right that our children are allowed to be with us."

Galadriel gave her a sympathetic look. "Nevertheless, you were born into a mortal form and Thranduil is an Elf of the twilight. A Sinda, who has already refused the summons of the Valar. Although they will be half Elven, your children will be predisposed to mortality, like the Princes of Dol Amroth. Your mortal kin were from the line of Elros who chose mortality for himself and his descendants. What good would it do them to be granted permission? Our time is different to Middle Earth time. It would not be a kindness to them, as they would pass away all the sooner and they would resent your interference in the end."

Alethris was incensed by her words, after everything she had endured. How could the Valar deny her children immortality? "It is not fair! My heart breaks to think that I may have to leave them forever or watch them wither and die! Thranduil says he understands my pain but accepts our children's fate."

"Do you believe immortality is a blessing? You, who can change your form at will and with the power to move and shape the very earth we walk upon?" You have barely lived bound to a body compared to me and you do not yet feel its weariness. When Men pass, they go beyond this world as we remain. And when this world ends....... so shall we. Is that not a worse fate?"

Alethris did not reply. Galadriel smiled slightly and sat on the nearby bench, inviting Alethris to join her. Obediently, she sat beside Galadriel who was examining her ring. "Do you really believe that, Grandmother?"

Galadriel paused for a long time before replying. She then related the tale of her brother Aegnor and his love for a mortal woman Andreth that could never be. "Which would have been worse do you suppose? To have met, loved and parted in grief or to have never met at all?"

Alethris thought long and hard about the meaning of Galadriel's tale. "Was there no hope for them?"

"If you believe there is no hope, then you were not listening to the story properly. My brother Finrod came to believe there was hope, even for Aegnor and Andreth."

"But how could they be together if Andreth left the world and Aegnor went to Mandos?"

"Finrod believed that somehow they would be reunited. He trusted that The One would make it so."

"And what do you believe?"

"I do not know. But if Eru truly loves his children, then perhaps some grace was granted. My hope is that he walks with Andreth wherever she went or that they are in Valinor alongside my father and Finrod." Galadriel clasped Alethris's hand. "You must trust in The One. If he could send you to help lift the curse of Lasseth, then you must trust that your children will each have some great doom long after we have passed from these shores. The House of Greenleaves will grow strong and mighty, its roots will run deep and long. As for your children, the only foresight I see is love. Love with be their blessings and love will be their dooms." She removed her ring and placed it on Alethris's finger.

"Grandmother, I cannot accept this!"

But Galadriel shook her head. "I only ask you to keep it safe for me. Do not remove it and only return it to me after your firstborn is delivered. There is very little power in it now, but perhaps what is left will help you with what lies ahead." Alethris felt a strange tingling coming from the ring, it was as though her whole body was filled with the purest water. She tried to reply, but Galadriel put her finger upon her lips. "We should return to our husbands."

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As Thranduil gazed out the window of the treehouse and into the moonlit forest, the snow fell gently to the ground. So many thoughts now raced through his mind. During the Yule festivities at Caras Galadhon, he had been officially introduced to Lady Óliel, whom Legolas had grown fond of during his time in Lothlórien. He had been aware of her during his guise as Thurindaer as she had been in charge of Alethris's recovery after Dol Guldur. Now he had the chance to officially show his gratitude and to invite her to return to his realm with the royal progress as an honoured guest, which she accepted gratefully.

Thranduil also noticed Alethris wearing a ring he did not recognise. When he had asked her about it, she had explained that her grandmother had lent it to her. Then she had whispered to him that she would return it after the birth of their first child. A huge smile had crept across his face as he realised her meaning, and they had wasted no time upon returning to their tree house. Later that night, he had a strange dream......

He was standing by spring in the stone circle back in the Woodland realm. But instead of it leading to the pool, it led to a magnificent tree. Its leaves were like a beech, the sigil of his house and around the bottom of its large trunk, grew Niphredil. Its delicate white flowers looked like droplets of snow.

Then, as the sun rose in the east, he saw golden flowers blossom on the eastern half of the tree. Stretching eastward at first, then following the sun as it crossed the sky. As the sun moved westward, the flowers on the western side of the tree came into bloom and they were of the purest silver. A western breeze then carried the silver blossoms away, the golden ones lingering for a time before following suit. He felt someone take hold of his hand and turned to see Alethris standing beside him in her true form. "Do you like our tree, Melleth nin?" she asked.

Thranduil smiled and nodded. "Yes, I like it very much," he replied. She took his hand and led him back to the spring, its bubbling sound mesmerized him. Then the sound changed, from bubbling to a rush of water. He strained to think where he had heard the sound before. Then he remembered, it was the sea crashing against the shore.

With a jolt, he awoke. As he tried to understand the meaning of the dream, the sound of the sea still lingered in his ears. Fearing he would wake Alethris, he had risen, wrapping his bedrobe about him and went to the window. He sat for hours watching the snow gently fall to the ground. As Thranduil watched each flake disappear into the snow, he noticed little green shoots on the ground. Plants slowly bursting out of their white blanket as they prepared to meet the sun. As the first rays of light pierced through the trees, little white flowers revealed themselves covering the mound of Cerin Amroth on which the tree of their dwelling stood.

"Niphredil, the first flower that blossomed when Princess Lúthien came into the world," whispered Thranduil. He quickly descended the tree, his bare feet barely making an imprint in the cold snow as he collected a bunch of flowers. When Alethris woke, the first thing she saw was a vase of white snowdrop flowers on her bedside table and her husband's broad grin.

"Did you pick these, Melleth nin? They are beautiful," she said dreamily.

Thranduil sat beside her on the bed. "Yes, they are growing all over the mound this morning. So I went and picked some for you."

Alethris giggled. "You went out like that in the cold?"

Thranduil adjusted his bedrobe, its hem now wet from the snow. "I wanted them to be the first thing you saw when you woke up. Last night we planted a flower of our own and I know the Father Name I shall give her. Nínimiel, my first flower and Princess of Eryn Lasgalen."

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Thranduil stood on the east side of the balcony of the treehouse for the last time. The ground was still carpeted in a light dusting of snow that frosty February morning. His Elf sight drifted across the Anduin to the distant hilltop peaking over the forest and he thought about what was once there. His father's fortress and his mother's gardens. He had met and wed Lasseth there, in the days before the necromancer arrived.

Lasseth, he felt guilty to think of her, as though he was being disloyal to both his wives in some way. "Hope comes on eagle's wings!" His mind was still filled with her last words. She had willed him to love again and give her beloved son the sisters she could not and he knew in his heart that he was honouring her memory. As he focused his gaze eastward, he noticed Celeborn had wasted no time sending builders to Amon Lanc. Already a structure was appearing out of the scaffolding.

Someone clearing their throat caught his attention, and he turned to see Merenthel standing behind him. "Everything is packed and ready, my Lord King. But the Queen is unwell. Perhaps we should delay our journey till the mid of the day."

Thranduil gave her a concerned look. He was keen to head for home but didn't want to risk the journey if Thorwen was sick. "What is wrong with the Queen?"

Merenthel smiled slightly. "The early days can be difficult for mortals, especially in the mornings. But I have given her some peppermint tea to soothe her discomfort, she will be much better soon."

Thranduil breathed a sigh of relief. His beloved Thorwen may be a Maia, but she was incarnate, and he knew babes grew quickly within mortal women. But he also knew their carrying could be both difficult and dangerous. Often he had heard of even the strongest of women, from the Beornings to the Dalemen had died in childbirth. Every minor discomfort Thorwen endured worried him, but he kept his concerns to himself. "Very good Merenthel, I shall return to the queen shortly and we shall travel as soon as she is well enough."

At the mid of the day, the royal progress left Cerin Amroth for the last time and began their journey towards Caras Galadhon and the Hythe. Galadriel, Celeborn, Óliel and many of the Galadhrim had gathered to bid farewell to those departing by river. The Elves loaded horses and luggage onto the swan boats, including Galadriel's basin. She had passed it to Alethris, who had told her of the stone circle in the Woodland Realm. Galadriel felt this would be a suitable place for her basin now that the power of Lothlórien was fading. Thranduil and Alethris bid her farewell. Galadriel had decided to remain as she had matters to attend to before she left her realm forever.

But Celeborn was keen to see how the building of his new palace was progressing. So, both he and Óliel joined Thranduil and Alethris in the swan boat at the head of the flotilla. As the boat pulled away, Galadriel led her people in a song of farewell. Thranduil then heard Galadriel speak to his mind. "Take good care of our beloved granddaughter. Her time in Middle Earth grows short. Her Fea is far too strong to be carried within its mortal vessel forever."

Thranduil turned to Alethris and smiled reassuringly. Though her silver eyes shone brighter than ever. She looked weary but with a bloom about her he had seen in many a pregnant female, be they Elf or Mortal. He put his arm around her, and as she rested her head upon his shoulder, he could still see the shimmer about her skin and at once understood Galadriel's warning.

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In her dreams, Almárie was once again in the pale grey robes of a Maiden of Estë. She and her maiden sisters tended to the body of the Noldor Queen whilst the King sat with her weeping, talking and pleading for her to return to him. At his side, their young prince looked on, but Almárie noticed the child showed no emotion. There was an air about him, a presence even for one so young that was both intriguing and unnerving. Lady Estë appeared, her long grey robes rustling as she walked and her voice like a gentle summer breeze. "King Finwë, it is no good. Queen Míriel will not return from Mandos. You must let her go, and raise your son alone. This is no place for a child to spend his days."

Finwë rose angrily to face her. "She must return to me, she is my life, my soul. I cannot go on without my beloved. My son must not grow up motherless!"

Lord Irmo appeared at Estë's side. "My brother has spoken with your wife and she refuses to return to her Hroa. You must go on alone."

Finwë nodded as he reluctantly took his son by the hand. "Come Curufinwë, we shall return tomorrow and try again."

In another dream, Almárie was among her maiden sisters as Lord Irmo summoned them to him. By his side was his brother, Lord Námo. He was seldom seen beyond his Halls of Mandos, where slain Elves await reincarnation. Irmo explained his brother had need of another servant in the Halls of Waiting. "To be called upon to serve, Lord Námo is both an honour and burden."

Some of the maidens volunteered, but Námo dismissed them. "No one volunteers for service in the Halls of waiting, and no one refuses." Almárie had no desire to go, for it would mean she could not come and go as she pleased to see her brother Aiwendil who served Yvanna or walk with Lady Estё upon her Island. She had no fear of Námo as some did, but then she had never been acquainted with him.

She remembered the chill as Námo silently walked among them. Then he paused in front of Almárie, fixing her with his cold silver eyes. He did not speak, but held out his hand, and she knew she could not refuse it. "My Lord," she said, bowed and placed her hand in his. The moment she did so, they were no longer in Lórien, but in the halls of waiting.

Alethris woke with a start. She felt giddy and nauseous and leaned her head out of the boat just as the porridge she had eaten earlier spewed forth into the Anduin's icy waters.

"I did not know boats made you ill, Melleth nin," said Thranduil as he rubbed her back.

Alethris wiped her mouth with her cloak. "It has not happened before."

Celeborn gave her a concerned look. "You are very pale, Alethris. Perhaps it is down to your condition. But it will not be long before we arrive at the builder's village where you can rest and recover." The boats slowed and moored at a newly constructed jetty that led to a group of small Elven hut dwellings made from timber. They were similar to the huts some of the Wood Elves lived in. Celeborn disembarked first, then helped Alethris ashore. "Welcome to Túr Athrad. It was here we crossed to victory over Dol Guldur. My people have spent all summer building this village."

"But will you not miss Galadriel, when she departs across the western sea?" asked Alethris.

"More than anything. But there are things I must oversee before I can join your grandmother in the west," replied Celeborn. He led Alethris and Thranduil to a small wooden hall on the outskirts of the settlement where they would see out the rest of the winter. Thranduil and Celeborn spent evenings reliving their youth and regaling Alethris and Óliel with tales of life in Doriath in the court of King Thingol.

After a few days, the four of them visited Amon Lanc to see how the building work was progressing on Celeborn's Palace. He spoke enthusiastically about his intentions for the building. He wanted it to be a place of learning for the Elves to pass on their skills and wisdom. "I have spoken with Vilbeorn, the new Lord of the Beornings, though his lands are now so vast he is more like a King these days. They are building a new city on the East Bight and tilling the land. We are learning much from each other."

The following day, Thranduil asked Celeborn to take them to Calenamath's grave. "I must bid my brother a fitting farewell. I owe him that, at the very least." Celeborn agreed and the three of them, along with the Huscarls, accompanied him to two green graves watched over by a large Oak. On one grave, grew long lush green grass which several rabbits were tucking into and the other was covered in small yellow flowers.

Alethris sank to her knees and ran her fingers through the grass before looking up at Celeborn. "You buried them together? Your captain refused to let me attend Aiwendil's burial."

"He was only obeying my orders, granddaughter."

Alethris nodded, placing her hands back on the ground as she communed with the roots of the trees and plants far below the forest floor. "Aiwendil is still here. He resides in every tree and blade of grass. But Calenamath, I do not feel him here. He did not linger in this place but answered the summons of Mandos." Thranduil asked if he could be alone with his brother's grave, so Alethris, Celeborn and the Huscarls waited for him a little way out of sight. There was silence for a while before they heard a beautiful but haunting lament from the king to his brother. The breeze in the trees quietened as if listening to his sad song, only rustling the leaves once he was done.

Thranduil was silent when he rejoined the company. Alethris noticed his face was strewn with tears. He did not need to speak. She understood his pain as she felt it too. She closed her eyes and placed her hand over her belly. Calenamath's death had not been in vain. When Alethris opened her eyes again, she threw her arms around Thranduil and they held each other until it was time to return to Celeborn's Hall.

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Alethris caressed her blossoming belly. Although her womb had not yet quickened, she could feel the presence of her daughter's fea growing within her. As she and Óliel left the keep, Alethris noted the buds of spring flowers were now opening, as if to see the company off on the last leg of their journey home. The Huscarls saluted Alethris as she made her way to Dúrgilroch, where Thranduil assisted her in mounting him before mounting his Elk. A herald sounded his horn, signalling the company's departure. Thranduil breathed in and glanced at Alethris with a satisfied look on his face. "Ah, it feels good to be almost home. In a few days, my people will welcome their queen and see her crowned."

A large host now headed Northward, the previous evening, a company from the south led by Faramir, Eomer and Eowyn had arrived as emissaries from Gondor and Rohan. Alethris had been overjoyed to share her happy news with her friend and hear news from Edoras. "Simbelmynë gave birth to a beautiful foal, he is white, with a Grey Mane. We have named him Greyhame, after the wizard," said Eowyn. She told Alethris of her wedding plans for the summer. Alethris replied she would be too close to her time to make the journey, but that Thranduil would send Legolas as their emissary.

Now the banners were raised and musicians played as the great host traversed the newly cleansed forest. High in the trees, birds sang as if heralding their progress. On the evening of the second day of travel, the host arrived at the narrows of the forest and border of the Beornings Realm. Lord Vilbeorn met them and his household and were guests of honour at a feast under the trees that had been prepared for them.

Vilbeorn was a large, gruff looking man of middle years with thick black hair and a long dark beard. Alethris knew him well from her scouting days and the many times he visited the Elven Halls with news from the surrounding areas. She had later learned he had been one of the Beornings who had stopped the Nuta and the Temple of Melkor in the Misty Mountains. Upon seeing Thranduil and Alethris, his stern lined face broke into an enormous smile as he embraced them both. "My old bear friend, I hope the winter has been kind to you," said Thranduil.

Vilbeorn laughed heartily. "It is good to see you again, Elven King and may I congratulate you and the Queen on your wedding. The winter has not been too severe, and the long hot summer meant Beorn Town was completed by the start of autumn." After the feast, they camped overnight with their Beorning Hosts before making their way towards the newly completed town of Beorn.

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Beorn Town reminded Alethris of Duincar, but on a much larger scale. Just outside the town, the Beorning's precious hives stood proudly on the approach and, as the host entered through the gates, Alethris noticed many of the buildings had bears and bees carved into the woodwork. There was a marketplace in the centre with a bakery, Mead house and a creamery close by.

Vilbeorn's Great Hall stood at the eastern edge of the town. It was twice as large as the Great Hall of Duincar and towered over the rest of the buildings. It too was a mass of carvings, of bees, bears, horses and other animals. Flags flew from the top of the Hall, grass green, with a bear holding a honeycomb and a bee flying around to it. Vilbeorn and his lady treated their guests with great honour. They had four children, the eldest of these was a boy of ten called Beornoric. He was charged with serving the guests' food, while his sister Isla served them drink. The host then rested in Beorn town a few days till a messenger arrived with news from Legolas that all was ready for Alethris's crowning.

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Legolas surveyed his handy work at the foot of the Green Shield mountains, its former reputation now forgotten. Many lush green pines had sprung up across the range after the cleansing and looked like great green spears poised to strike in defence of the realm. There was a raised platform with two wooden thrones at the centre of a temporary arena filled with spectators. The queen's crown sat on a cushion in front of the platform. It was encrusted with pieces of Gimli's gem, the largest of which had been fixed to the front. Each piece of the gem reflected the colours of the rainbow as it caught both the light of the sun and moon. Like the King's crown, it was adorned with seasonal flowers. "Your father will be impressed, as will the Queen, my Lord Prince Regent," said Celephinniel.

"Today must go perfectly, nothing must be amiss," Legolas replied nervously. He noticed the Kings of Dale and Erebor with their kin sat together on one side of the platform while Elrond, his sons, Gandalf, Glorfindel and others from Elrond's house sitting on the other. Finally, there was space on either side for the host arriving with the King and Queen. Gandalf approached Legolas. "Everything is in order, I see."

"I hope so Mithrandir, this is a special day for my people." Legolas smiled as he heard music in the distance. "They are here!" He cried and gave a silent command. Some of the Wood Elves climbed into the trees, carrying baskets of flower petals, others waved bowers. Gandalf took his place by the pedestal as small Elflings and Beorning children alike climbed onto the shoulders of their parents to get a better view. When the drumbeats of the music drew nearer, Legolas ordered the heralds to sound a welcome.

Petals fell from the trees like rain as the Hurscarls were sighted, followed by the King, Queen and the rest of the host. Thranduil and Alethris were dressed in matching green gowns of the same fabric. The King with his crown upon his head and Alethris bareheaded, the breeze catching her long free flowing hair as she rode. Beornings and Wood Elves mingled, cheering together as they all welcomed the King and his Queen back home after an absence of a full sun year. They waved back at those who greeted them. Legolas and Celephinniel approached his father and Alethris as they dismounted.

They both bowed and exchanged greetings. "We have a surprise for you, my son," said Thranduil as he revealed his special guest. Legolas's heart leapt to see Óliel, and she was equally overjoyed. "I cannot believe you are really here. It is like a dream."

"I cannot believe the King invited me to stay for the summer."

"Óliel! I am so glad you are here. There is so much I wish to show you!"

Celephinniel ushered the rest of the host to their places and a hush fell across all those gathered. Thranduil gave Legolas a hearty embrace, then looked about him. "You have done well, ionnin. And there is more good news I must share with you. When Autumn meets winter, so shall our family grow." He looked at Alethris's blooming face.

Legolas smiled and embraced her as he took in his father's words. "I am so thrilled with your news and look forward to meeting my little sister."

Suddenly, Alethris stood back, clasping her belly and laughing. "Oh, I think I felt the quickening, like a little butterfly inside of me. I think she is looking forward to meeting you, too."

From the centre of the Arena, Gandalf signalled that the time had come. Celephinniel and Óliel then held Alethris's train as she and Thranduil entered the Arena ahead of Legolas. When they reached the pedestal, Celephinniel and Óliel stood back beside him as Gandalf said a few words. Then Alethris made an oath that by the will of Eru, the one she would serve her people. Gandalf then placed the crown upon her head, and all those gathered cheered loudly as he proclaimed her queen of the Woodland Realm.

Legolas noticed that as she smiled and waved, her other hand was on her belly and he knew his little sister was making her presence known. Thranduil then escorted Alethris to the platform, and they sat upon the two thrones, while Legolas, Gandalf, Celephinniel and Óliel sat with Elrond's company.

Thranduil then stood to address the crowd. "My good people, honoured guests. At long last, a Queen walks again in the Great Green Wood." The crowd cheered ecstatically at his words. "Mellris! Alethris!" echoed around the Arena before Thranduil silenced them again. He then took his wife's hand as she stood, kissed her, then turned back to the crowds. "Behold your Queen! Alethris of Eryn Lasgalen! Vice Regent of Arnor and Princess of the Reunited Realm of Arnor and Gondor!" Again cheers erupted from the crowds. As Thranduil and Alethris waved to the well wishers, Legolas and Óliel exchanged happy glances as they celebrated with them. Then a flash of white caught his Elf sight. He looked up and thought he saw the white doe watching the proceedings. Beside her stood a figure dressed in green with long silver hair. He then heard Gimli's voice calling out to him and waved him over to join them. But when he looked back to where the mysterious observer had been, both he and the doe had disappeared.

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Under the moonlight, Aiwendil watched the festivities in his owl form. Below him, his sister and her husband danced with their guests. Her crown glittering brightly and catching the moonlight as she moved. Elves, Men and Dwarves all feasted together as they celebrated Almárie's crowning. He would have liked to have congratulated her, but he was no longer incarnate and had no desire to be again. Besides, everyone knew Radagast had died from the torture he had endured at Dol Guldur. He could not walk among them in that form again. Legolas had almost caught him out as he watched the proceedings alongside the white doe. She had come to see the new queen crowned, knowing her blood debt would soon be repaid and her release with it.

Almárie's mission would soon be over and she would return to Aman, but his own mission was just beginning. He remembered Lady Yavanna's last words to him. "You must teach the men to honour my creations, not just use them. Teach the lesser magic, not the magic of rings and weapons. But the magic of sticks and stones. Of Earth, fire, air and water. Only then can my creations thrive." But how could he teach men in Fea form?

The white doe appeared again on the other side of the crowded clearing. She raised her head in acknowledgement and indicated he should follow her. He spread his wings, hooting as he flew across the festivities, back into the dark canopy of the woods. There the doe stood, shining like a beacon in the half-light, as if she had absorbed the very rays of the moon. At the sight of him, she lept away, so fast it was hard for Aiwendil to keep up with her. She slowed as they neared the stone circle, though she did not enter. The moon's rays bathed the clearing in an unearthly light. In its centre now stood Galadriel's basin, proud and tall in its new home. The moon's image reflecting in its still water.

Aiwendil changed into a mannish form, ageless, with long silver hair and the long green robes of a servant of Yavanna. Slowly, he approached the basin and stared into its still waters. Soon the moon disappeared and instead, he saw the Greenwood on a summer's day. He heard children's laughter and saw three girls playing among the trees. Half-Elven with silver coronets on their heads. He needed no clue as to who they were. The oldest girl who was raven haired and almost a maiden, bore the features of her mother but the eyes of her father. The younger girls, were twins, one with hair of gold and eyes of sky and the other silver headed with eyes to match. Then he heard a soft voice whisper in his ear as if the wind was speaking to him. "The house of Greenleaves grows strong and shall prevail for many ages to come."

When he looked up from the basin, he saw the doe standing before him, as if wanting to know what he saw. Aiwendil gave her a broad smile. "My kin. That is how I shall fulfil Yavanna's will."

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Spring rolled gently into summer before autumn turned the great green wood into a sea of red and gold. While Thranduil and Alethris prepared for the birth of Princess Nínimiel, Legolas had enjoyed showing Óliel the delights of the Woodland Realm. He had remodelled the King's chambers now that his father and Alethris were wed. The hideous hunting trophies of his grandfather had been removed. Instead, Legolas had designed the walls of each chamber to resemble Fangorn forest, with images of Ents carved into the living stone like guardians watching over the royal couple. For the lighting, he had drawn inspiration from the glittering caves, with lamps made from large pieces of Quartz that looked like glowing stalactites when lit. His improvements had greatly impressed the King and Queen, who had taken refuge there during the last few weeks before the Queen's birthing time.

The King had spent many happy hours talking to the bump, letting the child within know how much she was wanted and loved. Now Alethris had retired to the birthing chamber, Legolas paced up and down in the Parlour as he waited with anticipation for news. Celeborn lounged upon a nearby daybed. "You will only work a hole in the floor doing that. Babies come in their own good time."

Legolas stopped by the hearth. He watched the flames licking the lumber and fiddled with his silver betrothal ring. "Was it like this when Celebrian was born?"

"Not exactly as I was by Galadriel's side, as a husband should be."

"What is it like?......... To see your child born?"

Celeborn smirked as he took another sip of his wine. "You will know soon enough after you and Óliel wed."

A short time later, there was a knock at the entrance and Padir ushered in Galadriel and Gandalf. Legolas and Celeborn warmly greeted them. "I feared we would not see you in the forest again, Mithrandir," said Legolas.

Gandalf's bushy eyebrows giggled as he chuckled."I would not have missed this for the world."

A short time later, Celephinniel exited the birthing chamber and ordered the female attendants to bring more hot water and towels. She then updated the assembled company. "The queen's birthing pains are coming quickly now and she is baring the pain well. All is progressing as Lord Elrond expected."

"Bearing the pain?" asked Legolas.

"The Queen is bound to her mortal form and will bear her child in pain as other mortal women, but all will be forgotten at the newborn's first cries," said Galadriel.

"Lord Elrond is very experienced in the birthing of mortals. He is the best choice to assist. Now I must return," replied Celephinniel and she scurried off back to the birthing chamber.

The guests all sat silently together, occasionally hearing what sounded like groaning. Then a small cry was heard and everyone gasped with joy. "The princess is here at last," said Galadriel, beaming from ear to ear.

"Congratulations Legolas, you have a little sister. On the first day of October," said Gandalf, and everyone cheered.

From the birthing chamber, they heard songs of joy and welcome. Padir gathered the royal attendants together in the parlour as everyone joined in the singing, including the guests. Outside in the Woodland Realm, horns blasted so loudly they were even heard as far as Erebor. Heralding the birth of the new princess. Padir then called for silence as the door of the birthing chamber opened. Thranduil and Óliel exited. Thranduil was carrying a small bundle and his eyes were full of abundant joy. He brought the bundle to Legolas, who saw the swaddled newborn with a shock of dark hair sleeping peacefully within.

Thranduil gently handed the bundle to him. "Prince Legolas of Eryn Lasgalen, may I introduce Princess Nínimiel Eredil of Eryn Lasgalen. I named her in memory of the first flower that blossomed in the place of her begetting. She is my first flower, after all." He turned his attention to Galadriel. "Her Mother Name is Eredil, Sindarin for noble woman. Thereby honouring your Father Name, my Lady."

Galadriel's bright eyes moistened at his words. "My granddaughter does me much honour......... and my father too." She approached Legolas and kissed Baby Nínimiel on her forehead. "A thousand blessings upon you, child. You shall be forever etched upon my heart. May your life be long and happy."

As Legolas looked at his little sister, he was overcome with emotion. "Ah Nínimiel, there is so much I will teach you, even if our time together is short." At those words, Nínimiel opened her eyes, the colour matching her father's, and cooed before returning to her slumber. Everyone wanted to get a glimpse of the baby, but Legolas handed her quietly to Óliel. As he did so, their eyes met and an understanding grew between them. Spring would be their time and it would not be long in coming.

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As Alethris looked at the little fingers that coiled around one of hers, she smiled and stroked the small mop of dark hair. Nínimiel had a more subtle point to her ears than her father's, but looked just like any other baby. As she cradled her little daughter, Alethris's heart was full to the brim. "This joy must have been the same as Melian felt when she birthed Lúthien."

She looked back at Elrond, who was sitting in the chair beside her bed. He stroked the baby's head as he smiled back. "It seems like no time had passed since you were a babe in my arms. Now the circle is complete. Many babes of Elves and Men have I seen into the world and I remember every single one. But Nínimiel, my granddaughter, is my last. The time of my departure draws near. Soon I shall leave Imladris forever. It is time for me to make the journey to Mithlond and pass into the west."

Even though she knew it was his time to leave, his words were hard to hear. "Shall I not see you again?"

Elrond's eyes grew moist as he clasped Alethris's hand. "Niniel Almárie, I do not wish to cause you sadness, but I shall have departed long before your next visit to Imladris."

Galadriel and Gandalf then entered the birthing chamber. "We came to see you before the birthing feast. The King and Legolas are busy welcoming the other guests," said Gandalf.

Galadriel came over to the bed and kissed Alethris on the forehead. "A thousand blessings upon you granddaughter at this auspicious time. I am pleased not to have missed it." She then kissed Nínimiel.

"Would you like to hold her, grandmother?"

"I thought you would never ask?" Galadriel gently picked up Nínimiel, rocking her gently in her arms.

Alethris slid Galadriel's ring off her finger. "You told me to return it to you at our next meeting."

"Yes, it is time. Thank you for keeping it safe for me." Galadriel gazed at Nínimiel and she cooed back at her, then hummed a lullaby. Soon the baby was sleeping, and she laid her in the cradle. Returning to the bed, Galadriel sat on the side and received the ring back from Alethris. Galadriel smiled sadly. "It is time for this ring and I to pass back across the sea. I have said my goodbyes to Lothlórien and shall be returning to Imladris with your father. I shall remain there until we travel to Mithlond."

"As will I," replied Gandalf.

"You are leaving too?" replied Alethris.

"My mission is complete, Almárie, Sauron is defeated and Elessar is on the throne. It is time for me to return."

Alethris's heart was close to breaking. "What will I do without you all? What if I need counsel?"

"There is your wise husband, to begin with. Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel will remain in Imladris and Celeborn in the south of Eryn Lasgalen. They will all assist you when you travel to Arnor," said Elrond.

Gandalf winked at her. "You are wise enough on your own, dear cousin. Perhaps it is time for you to give counsel, not just to receive it."

"You do not need us anymore. You are both a mother and a queen who will soon play a part in the rebuilding of Arnor," replied Galadriel.

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Winter came and spring followed as Thranduil and Alethris delighted in little Nínimiel as she grew. But at a rate too fast for Thranduil's liking. On the first day of May, the entire realm celebrated as Legolas wed his beloved Óliel. At the festivities, Thranduil passed to his new daughter in Law the jewels that had once belonged to Legolas's mother. Óliel accepted them with the grace and humility she was well renowned for. She and Legolas then left for their honey months in the summer palace and returned in time for Nínimiel's first birthday. With them came news that a little princeling was expected by the end of the following spring. Even though he was overjoyed at the thought of a grandson, Thranduil felt a change coming over the realm. Legolas had spoken of the sea longing before he had wed. A feeling Thranduil knew only too well. He had staunchly resisted its call for thousands of years. Yet since he had wed Thorwen, he had found it harder to ignore.

He also noticed a change in his people. Younger Elves, like Legolas, were getting wed and begetting children. Many were keen to take up tilling the earth and growing plants on the Western end of the Woodland realm. An area badly damaged during the battle under the trees. But the older Elves, especially those from Doriath, did not care for such endeavours. Some turned their eyes further West and spoke of travelling over the Misty mountains. But only a handful actually made the journey.

But it was a change in his Thorwen that concerned him most. Since Nínimiel's birth, only a few of her raven tresses remained. The rest was a vibrant silver that shone as if it had caught the very stars, and her skin had an unearthly sheen about it. He knew it was the result of her body being consumed by the fea it housed. Gandalf had explained it to him before he took his leave, and he knew that soon they would have to withdraw from the realm and travel westward. He only hoped they would not have to leave their children at a young age. What would become of them? But he kept his concerns from his wife so as not to cause her grief.

She had grieved bitterly when news had reached them of Elrond, Galadriel and Gandalf's departure from Middle Earth. They had taken a ship into the west along with Bilbo and his nephew Frodo. Nínimiel had been a comfort to her at least, and she often visited the stone circle alone. He suspected Thorwen's brother came to her there. But he never followed or went with her unless invited. It was her place, just as Galadriel's garden had been.

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As the snows receded from Eryn Lasgalen, Elladan arrived from Imadris with news from the north. Thranduil and Alethris warmly greeted him as they held court in the throne room. There was trouble in the north. "The Arnorians were attempting to reclaim the ruined city of Annúminas but were beaten back by The Hillmen and ruffians who had taken up with them after being cast out of the shire. They are asking for aid to help them defeat the enemy," said Elladan.

"Of course, but how many are needed? After the Battle under the Trees, my troops are far fewer in number and many of my people have no desire to take up arms again. Cannot Gondor send more troops?" asked Thranduil.

"Alas, King Elessar and King Eomer are fighting in the south and our sister Arwen serves as his regent in Gondor." Elladan turned to Alethris. "As Vice Regent of Arnor, sister, it is up to you to help the people in the north. And there is more I must tell you, there have been..... abductions and talk of people seen wearing red robes."

Thranduil snarled. "The temple of Morgoth! I had hoped we had wiped their kind of the face of Middle Earth!"

Alethris shuddered as she turned to Thranduil. "I wish this could have waited until Nínimiel was a little older. Now it seems we have no choice. But I have never commanded an army before, and how will we find enough troops?"

"May I make a suggestion?" said Legolas. "Might we call upon our allies for aid? Are they not allies of Gondor, too?"

Thranduil thought for a moment. "Celeborn will no doubt send archers, as will Dale. The Beornings are farmers, but no less fearsome warriors. Lord Vilbeorn may be willing to send aid. Then there are the Dwarves of Erebor. We are on better terms with them now, but whether they would help us?"

"Ada, might I go to Dale and Erebor as your Emissary?" Óliel's birthing time will soon be upon us and I will not be able to go north."

"You will be serving as my regent while we are away. But yes, you would make the perfect emissary. Go now and return to us swiftly." Legolas bowed and quickly took his leave.

Thranduil turned to address the court. "As for my people, I will not command them to come north. This is a time of peace, after all. But those who wish to volunteer with have their King's gratitude."

Corwen was the first to Volunteer followed by all the Huscarls. Shouts from other volunteers then echoed around the halls as the Wood Elves answered the call of their king.

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Alethris clung tightly to Nínimiel as she and Thranduil exited the Elven Halls, the infant happily nestling in her arms, little fingers clasping her mother's mithril shirt. Fortunately, she was too little to understand how bitter a parting this would be. For Alethris, the thought of being so far away from her daughter was agonising. Across the bridge, a large army mustered as they prepared for the long journey to Arnor. Westward across the Misty Mountains, resting in Imladris before journeying northward.

Neither Alethris nor Thranduil wore crowns but the chains of regency hung proudly across their armour. They had been fortunate in the turnout. More Wood Elves than expected had volunteered and Celeborn had sent his best Archers for the task. Vilbeorn, now styling himself as the Lord of Anduin had decided to join the expedition, bringing with him his best men including his kinsman who knew the secrets of skin changing. He and his people had grown rich on tolls and trade. And saw an opportunity to strengthen ties with the reunited realm.

Legolas had secured assurances of aid from both Dale and Erebor, now they awaited their arrival by barge. Bellow them, they could hear voices coming from the river as the Dwarves and Dalemen disembarked and made their way up a narrow flight of steps that led up to the bridge. The Huscarls mounted their horses and grooms then brought the royal couples rides. Thranduil looked at Alethris. "It is time Thorwen," he said gently.

"Could we wait a little longer? Just a few moments more."

Celephinniel stood alongside her. "We shall take good care of the Princess, My Lady Queen."

Alethris smiled painfully. "I know I am leaving her in good hands, but..." She cradled Nínimiel even tighter.

The little girl looked up at her with her father's soft blue eyes and giggled. "Nana!" she uttered.

Alethris brushed a tear away from her eye. "Now I know how much it pained my mother when she left me in Imladris. I only hope this business is done with before Summer's end, then we shall be home before her second birthday. Goodbye, my precious one." She breathed in the baby's scent as she kissed her head.

"A queen's duty is sometimes unpleasant, melleth nin," whispered Thranduil. The three of them held each other before Alethris reluctantly handed Nínimiel to him. He threw her into the air and caught her as she giggled. "Ada! Ada! again! again!" she cried

Thranduil chuckled as he held her tightly and kissed her. "Alas, Dilthenmír it shall be some time before we can play that game again. But our return shall be all the sweeter for seeing you." He then handed her to Celephinniel.

"And what about me Ada?"

Thranduil laughed heartily. "You are a little old to be tossed in the air now. By the next full moon, you will have a son of your own." They gave each other a hearty embrace. "I hope you delay the birthing feast until we return. I would hate to miss it."

"Of course, Ada, there cannot be a birthing feast before you meet your grandson," replied Legolas.

A large group of Dwarves and Dalemen arrived with Gimli and a young man. The two of them walked across the bridge and bowed low. "Gimli, I thank you and King Thorin for Erebor's assistance," said Thranduil.

"Anything for the Silver Lady, I mean, Queen Alethris." He then turned to her, blushing slightly as he kissed her hand. We sent word to the blue mountains, some of their people will meet us outside of Bree."

"We are most grateful to you and your kin for your assistance," replied Alethris.

Legolas and Gimli embraced while the young man stood awkwardly by. "It is good to see you again, my dearest friend."

"It is a shame you will not be joining us, but I'll be sure to take a few of the enemy down on your behalf."

Thranduil turned to the young man. "Prince Bain, Welcome to the Woodland realm, it is high time you made a visit. Alas, we cannot give you a proper tour this time, but we shall rectify that upon our return."

"Thank you, King Thranduil," the young man replied nervously.

"How old are you now, Prince Bain?" asked Alethris.

"Seventeen, Queen Alethris. My Brother, King Bard sends his regards."

"Yes, I thought he might. Is this your first expedition?" asked Thranduil.

"It is, King Thranduil."

"Excellent, there is nothing like leaving home for the first time to make a man of you, is there Legolas?" Legolas gave him a strange look. The final farewells made, Thranduil, Alethris, Gimli and Prince Bain made their way back across the bridge and mounted their rides. The whole of the host formed up behind them looking expectantly at Alethris. Thranduil leaned over and whispered. "Vice Regent, they are waiting for you to give the command."

Alethris was puzzled. She had expected Thranduil to lead the host, but he shook his head. "I am merely Co-regent, Melleth nin. My role in this expedition is to advise and support you. You have seen how I command my armies, now it is your turn." Alethris nodded and sat high upon Dúrgilroch before giving the command to commence. As the company marched along the Elven way, Alethris glanced behind her at Nínimiel waving in Celephinniel's arms. Her heart breaking, she took a deep breath and forced herself to turn away as she swallowed her tears. A queen's duty could indeed be unpleasant.

Music and laughter echoed from the Hall of Fire as Alethris wandered into Elrond's study. The single candle which provided her only light, cast strange shadows across the chamber. As she touched every wall and shelf still full to the brim with scrolls, Alethris could still feel Elrond's presence, as if he had just left the chamber and would return at any moment. As the moonlight shone through the stained glass, making coloured shadows on the floor. She could see the rain cascading down the panes. It had not stopped raining since their arrival a few days ago, almost as if Rivendell was still mourning the departure of its founder.

Her memories flowed through her as she closed her eyes. She could almost hear her father's voice and soft laughter. If only she could open her eyes and everything could be as it was. "Muinthel, I thought I'd find you here." Elrohir's voice brought Alethris back to her senses. She opened her eyes and saw him leaning against Elrond's desk.

"Elrohir, you startled me!"

"Apologies Almárie...... I often come here too. To think of Ada, it always feels as though part of him still lingers in this place."

Alethris pulled out one of the scrolls. "Perhaps it does. He wrote almost every tome in this chamber." She opened the scroll, smiling as she quickly skimmed it, then returned it to its place. "One of Bilbo's."

"Very fond of you was Bilbo."

"Yes, he used to call me his shiny young friend. I guess he saw me for who I truly was."

"That is not surprising. He found Sauron's ring after all."

"I hear Frodo went with them,"

"He did, his wounds lingered and Arwen offered him her place on the ship."

Alethris moved to one of the windows as the rain continued to batter it. "May they both be at peace," she whispered.

"And how is little Nínimiel? It must have been hard to leave her behind."

Alethris took a deep breath as she tried to conceal her discomfort. "It was...... but as Thranduil reminded me, as Vice Regent of Arnor, I have a duty to my people. Nínimiel is safe and well cared for back at home, but there are other children in Arnor who are not so fortunate." She turned back to Elrohir. "Thousands of my people need help to reclaim their city, I cannot abandon them. One day, Nínimiel will grow up, wed and if she bears a son, he will become King of Arnor. I must watch over the Kingdom until then."

"You must miss her, though. I know I miss mine... they will all be grown by now."

"Do you ever regret sending your family away?"

Elrohir shook his head. "My only regret is that I cannot yet join them. But after what happened to my mother, I could not risk anything happening to my wife and children. Besides, I did not wish my mother to go across the sea alone. Now Ada and Grandmother are with them. My journey west will be all the sweeter."

Alethris smiled as she thought of Elrond, Galadriel and Olorin, now living in the bliss of Aman. She imagined Olorin would have resumed his ageless form and Elrond and Galadriel reunited with Celebrian. Alethris had heard much about her from both of them but often wondered what Celebrian would make of her. "Thorwen, there you are!" Thranduil's soft voice woke her from her thoughts and she turned to see him grinning at her from the doorway. "The hour is late Melleth nin and you have a council to run in the morning."

From the look on his face, she knew exactly what he was implying. Alethris smiled, blushing slightly as she took her leave of Elrohir. "I only hope this rain will clear before we journey to Bree."

Elrohir laughed. "This is nothing. Storms have been more frequent of late, we even had a blizzard, this winter past. The Lower stables have flooded so often we have had to abandon them."

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The following morning, rain continued to lash the windows of the Dining hall. The Vice regent's council took their seats as thunder rumbled in the distance. It was a brief meeting as they were all making ready to leave for Bree later that afternoon, hoping that the clouds would break by then. However, by the midday meal, the rain had still not subsided, and the company was forced to set off amid the downpour. The rain finally stopped by the evening, when they were well along the Great East road. And by the following morning, as the host awakened in their pavilions and billet tents, they were greeted with fresh spring sunshine. And for the rest of the journey to Bree, the weather was warm and dry.

Alethris and Thranduil led the host towards the city, their chains of office prominently displayed as they neared the South Gate of the Town. Alethris wore her grey grown embroidered with the sigil of Arnor, while Thranduil wore his best Armour. She covered her hair in a coif and veil of white silk with her Elven coronet on top. It was not unusual for Northern women to cover their heads. Her mother and even her grandmother had veiled on special occasions, and Alethris knew that her unusual looks might unnerve those whose trust and respect she had to win.

The previous night, a messenger bird had been sent to Glorfindel to inform him of the hosted impending arrival. So that morning, as the host approached Bree, the Great East road was lined with curious onlookers. All eager to glimpse King Elessar's mysterious sister and her husband, the Last Elven King. They were not disappointed. People cheered and threw flowers as the host passed by, the sceptre of Arnor proudly displayed upon their banners.

The South Gate was wide open and there to greet them was Glorfindel on Asfaloth with a welcoming party. It included the young recruits of the newly formed Arnorian guard and the Knights of Arnor, captained by Borion. They formed a guard of honour and saluted as Alethris and Thranduil passed through the gates. The guards kept the hordes of people back as the host made its way through the town, while Glorfindel rode alongside Alethris. He pointed out various landmarks as they rode through the town. After the reunification, King Elessar gave Borion and the knights much gold to pay local builders so the town could be expanded, especially with the influx of the Dúnedain who were coming out of hiding.

With the gold, they built more houses, shops and a Garrison with a jail. Which replaced an abandoned house that had once belonged to a local ruffian known as Bill Ferny, or so the locals had told Glorfindel. "You will be staying at an Inn known as the Prancing Pony near the North Gate. It has been refurbished for your arrival. Barliman Butterbur is the proprietor. He has put the whole place at your disposal while you are here."

"Very good! We shall ensure he is well compensated," replied Alethris, as she and Thranduil waved to the cheering crowd, her veil billowing in the breeze. As she glanced up at the large hill that dwarfed the town, she noticed several dwellings built into the hill itself and several people she recognised as hobbits watching from their doorways. The host came to a halt at a large timber-framed building with many levels. Its newly painted sign proudly displayed a picture of a pony dancing on its hind legs. A large grey flag with the sigil of Arnor hung from its upper rafters and window boxes with brightly coloured flowers were attached to every window.

There was a large man with his household at the entrance. He wore a large chain around his shoulders and over his smart clothes, a pristine apron. "That is Barliman Butterbur, Innkeep and now Mayor of Bree," whispered Glorfindel. Alethris nodded in acknowledgement.

The crowds now surrounded the Prancing Pony expectantly, and the knights formed a cordon, keeping them back to a safe distance. Though some of the hobbit residents slipped under the cordon unnoticed. Thranduil looked about him, then fixed his gaze upon Alethris. "I think it is time we introduced ourselves Melleth nin." He turned back towards the curious crown and gave a signal to his herald, who immediately sounded his horn. At once, the crowd fell silent. Alethris could feel many eyes upon her and her husband. Thranduil breathed in before addressing the crowd.

"Good People of Bree! Citizens of Arnor! We come in the name of King Elessar of the Reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor. May I present to you, Queen Alethris of Eryn Lasgalen, also known as Princess Anberenien of the House of Telcontar, who comes before you to serve as Vice Regent of Arnor. And I, King Thranduil of Eryn Lasgallen, her husband and Co-Regent. We have come to assist the peoples of Arnor in reclaiming the capital of Annúminas!"

The crowd cheered at his words. Then Alethris made a brief speech of her own that was equally well received. Alethris, Thranduil and the rest of their host dismounted and grooms came forth to stable their horses. Glorfindel then introduced them to Butterbur and his household before they entered the Prancing Pony.

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The next morning, Mrs Butterbur anxiously smoothed down her daughter's braids, brushed down her dress, and handed her a large tray laden with food and drink. "Go take these vittles into the Parlour for the guests, Tilly and don't you spill a drop, mind."

"Aye, mother," the girl replied nervously.

"And don't slouch," called Mrs Butterbur as Tilly slowly made her way from the Kitchen up to the guest's parlour. Tilly stiffened as she reached the parlour door where two Elven guards stood to attention like very tall trees. They looked down at the wide eyed girl before them.

"Vittles, ff-for the Regents," she whispered.

One of the Elves smiled. "That looks heavy. Would you like me to help you bring it in?"

"No, I am most capable, sir."

The other Elf smiled kindly. "I am sure you are, little one." He knocked upon the door three times and an Elf with long brown hair answered it. He looked down at Tilly and her tray.

"Ah, the Vittles have arrived. Come in, child." And he ushered Tilly into the parlour, which had been completely rearranged. Most of the furniture had been removed or cleared to the side. But two of the best chairs had been placed next to each other by the Window. In front of them was a large rectangle table with the Arnorian flag draped across it. A quill with ink and parchment had been placed upon it. The Vice Regent sat in one of the chairs. She was very beautiful and wore a dress of grey silk trimmed with silver. Tilly nearly jumped when she saw her gleaming hair, for she had only seen her wearing a veil the night before.

Most of it matched the colour of her strange silvery eyes with a few streaks of black here and there giving the crown braid she wore a striped appearance. She looked serene and yet gave off an air of fierceness as if she was not a person to displease. Standing behind the Vice Regent was her husband, the Elven King. He was the tallest person Tilly had ever seen. His long white gold hair hung loose well below his shoulders and his piercing blue eyes watched every move Tilly made as she placed the tray carefully on the table before them. His robes were of grey and green silk and were so long that Tilly could not see his feet. He stood protectively, by his Queen, but Tilly was unsure if it was to protect the Vice Regent from harm or to protect others from the Vice Regent.

After placing the tray on the table, Tilly bowed low. "Thank you, child," said the Elven King. But as she turned to leave, the Vice Regent called to her.

"You are Butterbur's younger child, are you not? What is your name?"

"T-Tilly, Ma'am, short for Matilda."

The Vice Regent smiled. "And how old are you?"

"Just thirteen Ma'am."

"Thirteen, eh? I first met my husband when I was your age."

The Elven King chuckled slightly. "It was hardly love at first sight though."

"I should think not. I was still a child," replied the Vice Regent.

"Funny, I do not recall you referring to yourself as a child then. Quite the contrary."

The Vice Regent looked at him and smiled, then returned her gaze to Tilly. "So, young Tilly, do you have a young man or an eye for one?"

Tilly shook her head. "My mother keeps us well away from boys."

"Then your mother is a wise woman." said the Elven King.

A shadow seemed to pass across the Vice Regent's face for a moment. "You are very lucky to have a mother and father. I was orphaned when I was very young."

"Oh, I am sorry, Ma'am," replied Tilly.

"Thank you. But I was lucky. I had King Elessar and my Elven kinsmen to take care of me. Now, I have a husband and a little girl of my own. She is back in our home, in the care of her brother. We miss her terribly."

"But rest assured, we shall have returned to Eryn Lasgalen before the autumn," the King reminded her.

There was another knock at the door, which the brown haired Elf answered. He turned back. "My Lord King, My Lady Queen, the petitioners are here."

The Vice Regent nodded and her handmaiden came forth with a cap and veil to cover the queen's hair. Once she had fixed it in place, the Elven King ordered the first petitioner to be let in. Tilly bobbed slightly. "I must go back and help my mother, ma'am, sir."

A smile returned to the Vice Regent's face. "Of course, it was amiss of me to keep you." Tilly left the parlour, making her way past a large queue of people all jostling for position, still in awe of what had just taken place.

Thranduil rolled his eyes as he lounged upon the bed listening to the endless scratching of a quill in the next room. "Melleth nin, enough, come to bed!" Even the most patient of kings could be tested when it came to desiring the company of their queens.

"I am almost finished," Alethris called back.

"You said that when there was still light in the sky. Now the stars are at their brightest," replied Thranduil. He was not prepared to wait for her any longer. Smirking, he rose and went into the adjoining room of their suite. Alethris was sitting at a desk in the small dayroom, busily writing a report to King Elessar. He came up behind her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. Alethris giggled slightly and he slid his hands down her arms to her ink-stained fingers. Taking care not to smudge her carefully written report, he took the quill from her, putting it back in its holder. "I said, that was enough for tonight," he whispered softly. And began kissing her hair and neck.

Alethris cooed, then turned on the stool and pulled him close. As they kissed her form changed into one of light and radiance. Thranduil could feel the strength of her Fea enveloping him like a warm blanket. Without breaking away from their kiss, they returned to the bedroom before disrobing and surrendering to the heat of their passion. When suddenly there was a soft knock at the door.

Thranduil looked deeply into Alethris's silver eyes. "Ignore it Thorwen," he whispered. But the knocking continued.

"King Thranduil, Gracious Queen, I must speak with you urgently!" Glorfindel's voice called from the other side of the door.

"Sounds important," Alethris whispered to Thranduil and she slowly returned to her mortal form.

"Yes," said Thranduil through gritted teeth. He rose from the bed, begrudgingly put on his bedrobe and went to answer the door. Alethris did likewise and followed him into the day room.

Thranduil flung open the door. "Glorfindel! For what do we owe the pleasure of your company at this hour?"

Glorfindel's cheeks were slightly flushed, whether, with urgency or embarrassment, Thranduil could not tell but it amused him all the same. "My apologies, King Thranduil, Gracious Queen, but Elladan and Elrohir have returned from the Dúnedain encampment near Annúminas.

"They are back earlier than expected," replied Alethris.

Thranduil frowned, they had been disturbed for this? "Could this not have waited till morning?" he snapped.

"I am afraid not, it is a matter of urgency," said Glorfindel.

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"Very well," said Thranduil begrudgingly.

Glorfindel was waiting outside the Parlour as they arrived. "Apologies again for summoning you, but this cannot wait," he whispered. Inside the parlour, Elladan and Elrohir were sitting at the table with a hooded figure in ranger's garb, upon seeing Márafea the brothers sprang up and embraced her.

"Did you get word to Halben or Dolenbar?" she asked.

"In a manner of speaking," said Elrohir. The figure stood up, slowly removing their hood. A long dark braid dropping to her waist as her hard grey eyes fell upon Márafea.

"You are older than I thought you would be, do you have the seal?" she said.

Thranduil stifled his amusement.

Márafea glared at her, "Mind who you are speaking to, girl!"

"A female Ranger? I thought they had been banned," said Thranduil.

"That did not stop my father from teaching me the ways, in secret. That I may better protect my people when our menfolk were away, and I am not the only one. Now do you have the seal?" demanded the young woman.

"Another charming young Dúnadan, I see," muttered Thranduil.

"Who are you to make such a demand?" asked Márafea.

"King Thranduil, Queen Márafea, may I introduce," said Elladan. But the young woman stopped him.

"I can introduce myself, I am called Haleth, daughter of Halben, after the Haleth of the old tales. My father's one and only. I come as Wardress of Dolenbar seeking aid for my people. We are under constant attack from Outlaws and the Dunlendings, who have joined them. Five villages have been destroyed so far, the survivors tell of much cruelty and some say a sorcerer leads them. If you are truly King Elessar's emissary, I beg you to petition him to summon an army to aid us. We sent word to him to help us and yet no answer has come," said Haleth.

"And King Elessar has answered, we are here to help," said Thranduil.

"And I am more than an emissary. I am Vice Regent, my husband Co-Regent, and you will show the proper respect!" Márafea replied angrily. Lamps flickered around the room, then she felt Thranduil's hand on hers, "Thorwen," he whispered and she came back to herself again. Haleth looked at Márafea, her eyes showed no fear.

"Apologies Haleth, the hour is late, perhaps this conversation should be continued in the morning. Yes, I have the seal, I will bring it to you in the morning. Please, take some rest after your long journey. Butterbur will find space for you and do not concern yourself with the coin. We will talk over breakfast," said Márafea.

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Haleth stepped out into the stable yard as some of the Knights were training in the space. They stopped, eyeing her suspiciously. "We heard a 'Female Ranger' had come in the night, fancy it being you of all people," said one.

"You look surprised Landor, I am the daughter of a Lord, descendant of the Stewards of Annúminas. Did you not think he might teach me the ways?" said Haleth defiantly.

"Have you told them of your brother yet?" asked Landor.

"I have no brother.......he is dead to me," replied Haleth bitterly.

"Yeah, and what will Borion say when he sees you dressed like that?" asked Landor.

"I have not seen him since he went with Halbarad to the south. I know not if he is alive or dead," replied Haleth.

"Haleth?" said a voice behind her.

Haleth turned to see Borion and Gurunam standing behind her, she had rehearsed this moment in her mind, over and over. Yet when it came, all she could say was, "Father has been taken," before she collapsed into Borion's arms, weeping. "I thought you dead."

"I nearly was," Borion replied.

"Things have got much worse, so when we got word the King's Regent had come to Bree, I took to my horse," said Haleth.

"How was Lord Halben taken?" asked Gurunam.

"He got word from Haldar, said he wanted to repent. I begged my father not to go, but he would not listen, Haldar was his son. Then Father was ambushed and taken captive," said Haleth.

"Haldar was my best friend, how could he betray his own father. You must tell Queen Márafea when you next speak with her," said Gurunam.

"I told her, I was my father's one and only," said Haleth.

Borion shook his head, "Haldar, of all people, he must have been bewitched."

"He was weak, now he is an outlaw. I have no brother," said Haleth scornfully.

"You never mentioned a brother last night. What else have you not told us?" Thranduil stood in the doorway, he beckoned to Haleth. "The Queen and I will see you in the parlour now, and I strongly suggest you keep nothing from us," he warned.

"I will come with you," said Borion.

"No you will not, your betrothed needs no distractions," said Thranduil firmly.

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Márafea glared down at Haleth as she sat in her chair in the parlour. "Why did you not tell us this last night? We could have been on our way north by now," she demanded.

"No, we could not, my Lady Queen, we still have audiences today," said Thranduil.

"But we need to rescue Halben, there is no time to waste," said Márafea.

"You know as well as I do, going on an offensive needs careful planning. We will hold a council tonight. Haleth, I assume you know the terrain, do you have a map or can you draw one up before sunset?" asked Thranduil.

"I can make one," replied Haleth.

"I fear we will be too late," said Márafea.

"But King Thranduil is right, an attack must be carefully planned, those outlaws where once rangers, they are skilled warriors. What experience you have as a warrior, Vice Regent?" said Haleth.

"More than you think, child, but perhaps you need a little more convincing. I certainly feel the need for some exercise. My Lord husband, can we not delay the audiences by an hour?" said Márafea.

"Very well, but only for an hour, a King and Queen must fulfil their responsibilities to their people," said Thranduil.

Márafea stood. "Very well then, Haleth, meet me in the stable yard five minutes. I need to let off a little steam." Haleth gave a slight bow and left the Parlour.

"Padir, summon Merenthel and ask her to bring my travelling garments, I will change in here," said Márafea. Padir bowed and left the Parlour.

Thranduil placed his hands upon Márafea's shoulders, "be gentle with her, Thorwen, she is only a mortal."

"She is a Dúnadan, I am a Dúnadan. I will be as gentle with her as you were with me, Thurindaer," said Márafea.

Thranduil smirked, "Oh, not as gentle as that, I hope," he said.

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Haleth was already waiting in the yard when Márafea arrived. "I hope you are ready for this girl," she said and tossed Haleth a practice stick.

she caught it nimbly, "Your arms, Vice regent," said Haleth with a look of surprise.

"We are here to train not to look at my scars, Haleth, but if you must know. Orcs attacked the Woodland Realm the night I was to be betrothed. The Temple of Morgoth took me captive. They tried to corrupt me, but I would not yield. Even when my life was in peril," said Márafea.

"My apologies, Vice Regent, I meant no offence," said Haleth.

"None taken, now hold your ground," said Márafea. Thranduil and Borion stood watching. "This is going to be rather amusing," said Thranduil.

"Haleth is a pretty good fighter," said Borion.

"How do you know? Has she blooded your nose too?" asked Thranduil.

Borion smiled, "almost on occasion, we used to spar in secret in my apprentice days."

"My queen has trained with Elves since childhood, she will soon see what your Haleth is made of," said Thranduil.

Haleth grunted as her chin hit the cobbled yard, "Do you yield?" said Márafea.

"Neigh," replied Haleth.

"Then get up and begin again," said Márafea.

"This is not fair you have two training sticks," Haleth complained.

"Life is not fair and I fight with Númenorian twin blades, they were my grandmother's," said Márafea. She dropped her practice sticks and unsheathed them, showing them to Haleth.

"The Númenorians were arrogant fools," Haleth snapped back.

"Nevertheless, we are their kin and I would hope we have learned from their mistakes," said Márafea, she sheathed her blades again.

"You fight well, for a girl, show me your blade," said Márafea.

Haleth drew her own blade, placing it in Márafea's hands. Márafea examined its balance, length, and build. "This was forged with you in mind," she said.

"My father is also our blacksmith, he forged it himself, told me it was for Haldar, before he was outlawed," said Haleth.

"You never said why your brother was outlawed, Haleth," said Márafea.

Haleth glared, "Haldar sold the secrets of our people to pay his gambling debts. He betrayed us, he is unworthy of his birth name. I am my father's only true child. I have no brother!"

"This blade is yet to have a name, but it will find one soon enough," said Márafea.

She handed the blade back to Haleth "are you ready to resume?"

"Yes Vice Regent," said Haleth.

"Very well, pick up your stick and hold your ground," commanded Márafea.

"You are right, King Thranduil, your queen has great skill, she will need it when we are in the north," said Borion.

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Glorfindel entered the main parlour and found Thranduil relaxing in an armchair reading one of the poetry books Elrond had given him.

"Mai omenina, Thranduil," said Glorfindel. Thranduil smiled and nodded. "I see you are reading Quenya texts."

"Lord Elrond passed them to me before he left for Mithlond," said Thranduil.

"And do you find them useful?"

"Yes, and they are enjoyable to read, I have always been fond of poetry."

He put the book down and looked up at Glorfindel, "May I ask, why did you not go with Elrond into the West?"

"If it were permitted, I would gladly have gone with him. But I have another to serve before I can return to Valinor. It is my duty to ensure your Gracious Queen returns home. But she cannot know, at least for now. She would resent me, fear me even, for her parting from this world will be grievous," said Glorfindel.

"She found leaving Nínimiel difficult and has not been herself since we left the Woodland Realm," said Thranduil.

Glorfindel nodded, "I suppose that is to be expected."

"I see you have volunteered to remain here, with some of the Knights whilst we go North," said Thranduil.

"King Elessar needs a base of law and order, it is not beyond my remit to provide support in that capacity. But securing Annúminas is a matter for the Regents, not I."

"I see," said Thranduil. A noise high above drew their attention, it sounded like something heavy being falling to the ground, followed by the sound of breaking glass. "The Queen," they both said and bolted from the room. 

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Haleth dreamed she was walking through the hills around Fornost, her blade in hand, calling for her brother to face her. Two figures approached, dressed in black and crimson robes, their faces covered in black scarves. "You will make a fine sacrifice, Wardress. As will your father, but you will not be able to save him," said the first figure.

"Haldar, your voice betrays you, you address me as Wardress now," said Haleth.

Haldar removed his scarf, "Is that not the title our father gave you, over me, your brother, who should hold that title by right," he said.

"You gave up that right when you betrayed our people, many have suffered on your account," said Haleth.

"And they will come to know the mercy of Melkor, the Great Master has opened my eyes, and I have sworn to serve him. There are many blessings for those who submit to Melkor, if not, they are offered to him in sacrifice. It is all the same to me," said Haldar.

"Mercy? you have not only betrayed your people but your own father, there is only one sentence for a traitor. I am going to find you and carry it out. The King's Regents have now arrived and they root you out and purge all Melkor worship from the land," roared Haleth.

"Oh, I think not," said Haldar, coming up close to her.

"And even if they do, you will not be there to see it. You are standing in the way of my plans, dear sister, so I can never let you never leave Bree alive," Suddenly he grabbed her by the throat as the other figure chanted strange words. "Can you feel it, sister? Your life is slowly being choked from you. In the morning, they will find nothing but your greying corpse," he laughed.

Haldar's grip grew tighter and Haleth could feel her neck constricting, she tried to call out but no voice came. She opened her eyes straight into the brown eyes of a scarfed figure all in black, their hands tightly around her throat. She tried to push them off, but her breath was leaving her body. As the blackness came for her, she heard something like a door breaking open. Suddenly, the hands released their grip. Air rushed back into her lungs. As she lay gasping on the bed, Haleth was aware of a scuffle. Through her blurred vision, she thought she could see a silver haired glowing woman throwing the dark figure through the window. Haleth heard smashing glass, then everything went black.

"Haleth, Haleth, can you hear me?" Borion's voice brought her back to her senses. Her eyes blinked open, her throat bruised and sore. Borion was sitting by the bed holding her hand. He sighed with relief "I feared you would not recover, my love," he said. 

"Haldar tried to kill me, in a dream," she rasped.

Borion shook his head, "It was no dream, my love, an assassin broke into the Prancing Pony and tried to kill you. The queen broke into your room and apprehended him. The Elves have him in the Cellar, where they are questioning him," said Borion.

"The Queen? I thought it was one of The Divine, like Melian, in the old tales," whispered Haleth. Borion laughed, "No it was just the Queen, she was alerted to his presence somehow, she saved your life," he said.

"Haldar sent him, my brother tried to kill me," whispered Haleth. "

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Butterbur shook with fear, "An assassin, tied up in my cellar? I thought days like this were behind us now," he said.

"The Dark Lord may be gone, but there will always be men who commit evil deeds," said Thranduil.

"What will you do with him now?"

"We must question him, but I do not wish you to be inconvenienced any more than you have been. Is there a place we can conduct our business, out of the way?"

Butterbur thought for a moment, "There's Bill Ferny's old place, last house before the South Gate. No one goes there now, perhaps your folk can make use of it."

"Then we shall commandeer the property as our base of operations. We will need good builders to make the alterations when we go North. If you could recommend anyone, they will be handsomely compensated."

"I'll speak with my cousin Arch, he's a builder and done plenty of work around here," said Butterbur.

Undercover of darkness, a cloaked group exited the cellar door of the Prancing Pony, dragging their bound and hooded prisoner to the abandoned house by the South Gate. Two of the group pulled off some of the boards and kicked down the door, whilst another placed the Arnorian Standard outside. Inside, they came upon an all-purpose room with a small fireplace, everywhere had a thick layer of dust and looked like it had been abandoned in a hurry. A trapdoor in the corner of the room led to the cellar and a rickety staircase to an upstairs chamber.

"Hardly a base of operations, but it is a start," said Thranduil as he removed his hood, the others doing likewise.

"Shall I light the fire?" said Elladan.

"Best not, for now, we have, unpleasant business to attend to," said Thranduil. He threw the prisoner to the floor.

"I think the cellar would be best, less chance of eyes upon us," said Márafea.

"Agreed," Thranduil.

"I'll patrol outside, ensure no one has followed us," said Elrohir. He exited the door and back into the night. Dust flew up as Elladan lifted the trapdoor, he jumped down into the darkness. After a few minutes, they could see light coming out of the cellar. Thranduil picked up the prisoner by the scruff and threw him down the hole. He looked back at Márafea, "after you, my Queen," he said.

Márafea smiled thinly, just before she jumped down Thranduil stopped her. "Show a little, restraint. We need as much information out of him as possible," he said.

"You needn't worry, I would see him suffer a good while yet," said Márafea, her bright eyes glinting in the darkness. She then leapt down into the cellar.

Thranduil sighed, "she may be released from his service, but not his influence," he whispered to himself before he too dropped into the cellar below.

The cellar was also full of dust and detritus, Elladan had lit a lamp which he had hung from a hook in the ceiling. A few rats scurried away from the sacks they had been gnawing on. Several large barrels stood at the far end of the cellar, Thranduil examined them. "Pipeweed and wine, interesting. Still, it is now in the possession of the proper authorities. I am sure we will find a good use for the wine."

"I can think of a good use for the wine right now," said Márafea as she gave the prisoner a kick.

"That would be a waste of perfectly good wine," said Thranduil. Elladan tossed over some chains he had found, and Thranduil attached them to the hook. "Bring him here," he commanded. Márafea picked up the prisoner by the scuff and pushed him over to Thranduil. "Now, now, my Queen, be gentle with our guest," he said sarcastically. He wrapped the ends of the chain around the prisoner's bound wrists, then pulled his arm up above him. The Prisoner blinked as Márafea removed the hood, his thick dark hair was matted and his bronze skin, covered in tattoos. The prisoner looked without fear into her silver eyes, a smirk forming across his face.

"The Silver eyed Queen, my master said you would come, he looks forward to offering you to Melkor," he said.

"Not if I see him first," said Márafea. She slapped him hard across the face with the back of her hand.

Thranduil's nostrils flared, he drew his dagger pressing the point against the prisoner's throat. "You would be fool enough to threaten the life of my queen in my presence. If you were not of value to us, I would that smug face from your pathetic body !"

"I am nothing more than a humble messenger," replied the prisoner.

Márafea brought her knee hard into his groin, "You tried to kill a young woman in my service, how does a Dunlending get mixed up with the Temple of Morgoth?"

The prisoner grunted in pain and breathed deeply as he composed himself, "Melkor is all powerful, Melkor is all wise," he whispered.

"The Wardress is under my protection and you dared to make an attempt upon her life," said Márafea.

"My master must purge himself of his crooked kin, Hail Melkor! Hail Melkor!" chanted the prisoner.

"Morgoth is nothing more than a chained prisoner in the timeless void, Now tell us who sent you," said Thranduil.

The prisoner smirked, "Melkor is everywhere, in the earth, in the trees, in the very hearts of men." He looked at Márafea. "Even you have darkness in you, my queen, a power our Lord Melkor could make use of." Márafea gave him another hard slap.

"I know I said to show a little restraint, my Queen, but," said Thranduil.

"Oh, I have barely started," replied Márafea.

She clamped her hands on either side of the prisoner's face, forcing him to look into her eyes. She stared deep into him, her radiance shining from her eyes. "What is she doing?" asked Elladan.

"I do not know," replied Thranduil.

"I see you, for what you are, speak your truth," commanded Márafea, her voice unworldly. In her mind, Márafea saw through the prisoner's eyes, "I see your truth, your footsteps, tell me what I want to know. Who ordered you to kill the Wardress?" she continued.

The prisoner cried out in pain as he tried to resist, but Márafea drew his words from him without mercy. Thranduil looked on impassively, as Márafea forced the prisoner to tell them everything he knew.

"Surely you have all you need from him now," said Elladan.

"Not yet, I haven't finished with him," replied Márafea.

Elladan looked uncomfortable. "I did not think you would go this far, sister. To take a man's mind and......."

Márafea turned to him, her silver eyes inflamed, "This man is a corrupted soul. I will use whatever means necessary to get the information I need!"

"We have come across his kind before, standard interrogation techniques will not work, these creatures deserve no mercy. You have had no dealings with them. Now, if you are uncomfortable with our methods, I suggest you leave and assist your brother in keeping unwanted eyes away. Our work is unpleasant, but what we do is for the good of Arnor," said Thranduil.

Elladan shook his head, "This is not how our father raised you, what would he say? What would Mirthandir say?" protested Elladan.

"They are no longer here. King Elessar, our brother, ordered that all Melkor worshipers be purged without mercy. Let them seek redemption in the Halls of Mandos. We cannot quail from our duty, Arnor must be restored," said Márafea.

Elladan shook his head, "I cannot say I approve of your methods, but I will not baulk if that is what needs to be done for the good of Arnor," he said.