Chapter IV: Darkness and Light (Pt. IV)It did not take long for the whole of Menegroth to learn of t

Chapter IV: Darkness and Light (Pt. IV)It did not take long for the whole of Menegroth to learn of the news. Êlengolas gave his blessing before Oropher could finish his proposal. As with all princes of the realm, the only approval that mattered was that of King Thingol. Remembering the time I was brought before him was still fresh in my mind; the anxiety lost to the joy of being with my beloved.Before the moment could arrive, the realities of the world beyond our walls of stone had started to threaten more than our happiness. The presence of the naugrim began to become commonplace. Though the ladies of the court shown displeasure with them, they said very little except in whispers.King Thingol had ordered guards to protect us; no corner inside or out went empty.  The last I would ever see Denethor was as he was leaving for Ossiriand for the last time. As he was walking away, he looked behind and waved at me with a quiet smile across his face.As I was to take my leave, Elmo approached me.Orothôn,” he began. “I wished to inquire about Oropher.”“He is well,” I answered. “He is eager to marry Nimeithel.““So he is,” Elmo said. “We should all share in his optimism.”“I do not understand,” I said.“These are perilous times,” he said. “I wish my grandsons did not have to see such times. Neither should their children. I blame myself.”“Whatever evil lies in this world is not your doing.”“No, but had I continued on the path, we would not be here.”“We will face this evil and defeat it,” I said. “It is fate that put us here in this place; in this hour.”Elmo nodded and walked away—his head lowered. I worried for him. I went to find Mîrwen. As I passed Oropher’s room, I noticed Eldôr leaving.“I heard you asked for Valdúril’s hand,” I said to him. “Congratulations are in order.”“Thank you,” he said smiling. “I wished the same to Oropher. He has little to worry about as always.”He waved at Oropher and went on his way.Oropher was putting on a crisp white shirt sewn with silver thread.“Hello, Ada,” he said. “Are you looking for Nana? She is attending to Queen Melian.”“I know,” I said. “It was you I wanted to see.”“Is something the matter,” he asked.“No.”“What is it, then?”I sat on his bed thinking about Elmo’s words.“You will go before King Thingol for  his blessing.”“I know,” he said, leaning against the post of his bed. “Eäros told me how it was for him. I am not afraid but I cannot speak for Eldôr.”“I remember going before him,” I said without thinking. “For you, it will be different.”“How different,” he asked curiously. “I am intrigued. Should I worry for Nimeithel?”“No,” I answered. “But you are the son of the daughter of the King’s brother.”“That means nothing to me,” he said softly. “I am nothing more than your son. It is all I know how to be.”“That may be,” I began. “But that does not change what you are.”“I am a subject of this realm,” he said. “I will inherit nothing nor do  I wish to. I desire nothing more than what I have.”I knew my son did not care to hear any more. I remembered the words of Orowen before we came into Doriath and ones spoken before. I stood up and looked at my son.“Your humility is your crown,” I said. “Your courage is your mantle. They will serve you far greater than any title.”I embraced him tightly. I wondered how I had raised a son such as this.I let him go.“I will be waiting for you in the Great Hall with your mother. Do not be late.”“I will not,” he said. “You have my word.”**** **** **** ****The Great hall was filled with elves. All around it was decorated with reminders of nature. The colors once lit by the stars were vivid and bright. The faces I traveled beside were more alive than I remembered. Mîrwen approached me; she was more beautiful than ever."How is our son,” she asked, a broad smile crossing her face. “Is he as handsome as his father?”“Far more,” I declared. “But your flattery will not go unrewarded.”I gently kissed her as the ceremony began. King Thingol and Queen Melian entered with Elmo and Orowen close behind. Once they took their places, Oropher, Amdir, and Eldôr escorted Nimeithel, Anadriel, and Valdúril down the aisle to stand before the king.“Amdir, son of Galathil,” Thingol began. “You have chosen Anadriel?”“I have,” he said.“And Anadriel, you have chosen Amdir?”“I have,” she said.“Oropher, son of Orothôn,” Thingol continued. “You have chosen Nimeithel?”“I have,” my son said.“And Nimeithel, you have chosen Oropher?”“I have,” she said.“Eldôr, son of Valdôr,” Thingol said once more. “You have chosen Valdúril?”“I have,” he said.“And Valdúril, you have chosen Eldôr?”“I have,” she said.“Well,” Thingol said. “I say to you all, you have my blessing.”No sooner had he said those words when an elf burst into the hall. He was disheveled and weary. Anadriel recognized him instantly.“Eäros,” she cried.Níndi ran to her husband as the room filled with gasps.“What is this,” Thingol asked the breathless elf on the floor.“I come from the Falas,” Eäros said. “I bring word from Círdan. It has been attacked.”Queen Melian stood up slowly.“It has begun,” she said.“Beleg! Mablung,” Thingol called to two elves nearby. “Call to arms!”They nodded quickly and left. I turned to Mîrwen—her eyes already filled with tears. I kissed her quickly and went with the rest of the elven men from court to take my place in battle.–TKWRT Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 3-23-2019Images: ©2001, 2002, 2003. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. All Rights Reserved. -- source link

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