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Oh, Elwing gave birth to twins! Two beautiful boys she named Elrond and Elros. The human part in the parents makes them develop quickly and I visit them often. It's a pleasure to read to them, they're so smart! Elros is more athletic, likes to run, climb trees, and is always in the midst of Hador and his horses. Elrond prefers to hear about our history, and gives special attention to the history of his ancestors. I tell him about Thingol and Melian, and he always wants to know more. The Sinda part of the two boys is strong, Stardome and Foam Elf, beautiful names.

Sitting on the beach with Elrond I talked about the stars, looking at them in a small puddle between the rocks. Very interested, he wanted to know their names.

- We, the people of the sea, know the stars not only because we love Varda, but because they are our safe guide in the sea.

The bright gray eyes were learning with great speed. Suddenly, without my asking, the pool lit up and the scenes began to appear. I was having a vision in the waters, and could not think whether the child saw it or not. The trance enveloped me, and I saw terrible scenes. War, fire, the earth breaking and sinking into the sea. The dark shadow of Melkor clashing with the Light of Manwë. I saw Eärendil and a wholly white ship. I saw my father with sword in his hand, covered in blood, his powerful voice commanding a fleet. I saw my husband before a flaming monster, and that vision made me scream and the trance broke.

I was standing on the dark beach, trembling, panting, and I could still see the tips of the Trident disappear into the water.

I noticed the little boy's presence and took him in his arms:

- Forgive me Elrond! I scared you?

He played with the jewels in my hair, and said,

- Yes, but I know you can not help it. I saw, too.

I squeezed him in my arms:

- Oh, forgive me, darling ... come on, let's go home.

In the morning I took the ship back to the island and ran to my father, who was with Thranduil and Voronwë on the docks. Before kissing my husband, I grabbed my father's arm:

- Ulmo gave me a vision!

My father gave me that sad smile.

- I know. I saw, too.

In the days that followed Eärendil came, and we began to build a great ship. Another one, since the sailor had broken several in the eagerness to reach the Immortal Lands and to review their parents. But he had to reach his goal. The fate of Middle-earth and free peoples depended on Eärendil and this ship.

It was my turn to laugh:

- I do not quite get it. It's easy to read your thoughts, Eärendil ... You can rest easy. I'm going to talk to my friend Elwing for you.

And actually, when I talked to Elwing, I discovered that she felt the same way about the half - elf. After all, it is also a peredhel, so the union of the two is convenient.

Soon they became engaged, and within a year, respecting the laws of the Eldar they married a magnificent party, which of course, I did. Since neither bride and groom had parents present, they chose my father and mother to speak for them.

The party was highly praised, and lasted for several days. And in those days, one thing happened to me: I began to feel like my mother. I think I'm finally becoming an adult elf. I can effortlessly reconcile my household chores, my studies, and my work. Well, I am a princess, so housework is no big deal, since I have a lot of servants and ladies, the difference is that now I am more confident of myself, and no longer so anxious. However, I think I will never cease to be a social butterfly, in fact I have improved my abilities a lot. My mother said that I am now better than her, which is not true, but it made me quite happy.

I got taller, and according to my husband, more beautiful. I thought he would change, too, but Thranduil remained the same, the only thing I could see was that he also added such security, that in his step and warrior gestures was added a calm air of royalty. My mother also noticed and said in amazement, that he looked more than anyone with Thingol now. Not that he did not always have this royal air. But now he had changed to the point where he was almost a brother to Thingol, and he looked more like him than my father, or his father. His presence is so imperious that certain people find it difficult to look into his eyes.

Talking about it with Lady Galadriel, she smiled her ineffable smile, and said,

- Yes, I always knew it would be so. If you had Sindar exercised their peculiar freedom to choose their own sovereigns, and placed Thranduil on the throne of Doriath, the country would still be there, with a king of iron and ice, ruling justly for all the people and overcoming all adversities, even without the Melian Shield.

I looked at her and shuddered, because she was telling the truth. For a moment I could imagine Thranduil in Elu Thingol's clothes, and I knew it would be magnificent.

My father rolled his eyes and sighed.

- Oh, Valar! These Iathrim may be the highest and noblest caste of the Sindar, but they are the most stubborn and hardhearted people in all Arda! - He looked at me with concern - This will still cause all kinds of tragedy, write what I say.

I shuddered. It was not necessary to write my father's words, they always contained the truth. I leaned my head against my father's chest, and he hugged me:

- What do I do? I can not contradict my husband and I can not disobey my father ...

- Do not worry, my little fish. I'm not going to tell you to go. is that I did not want to continue this ... this dispute of who offends whom. It's true that Ereinion did not come to your wedding, but ... Well, I guess it's no longer anyone's secret why. Do not get mad. Stay here with Thranduil, I could not bear to see a disagreement between you and your jealous husband. Write a nice letter, send a gift. It will have to be enough.

I sent a bracelet of gold and pearls to the King of the Noldor, which would look good on any Elvish king, and wrote a letter of formal greetings. And, of course, I warned my husband that he was sending these things from my father. Standing in front of me, Thranduil only raised an eyebrow, and stared at me for a long moment. Then he shrugged, and murmured,

- Politics ... boring but necessary.

I stared at him, discouraged:

- Can I get your name on the letter too?

He smiled, that predatory, sarcastic smile:

- Why not?

Well, it was something.

When Gil Galad returned to the island, because he did not want to live in Portos do Sírion, although he did not wear any of the many jewels he had won, I noticed that he wore the bracelet. Maybe just to irritate Thranduil. And though I did not hear a word about it, he did it.

At an eventual meeting at my father's council, the two stood facing each other with defiant looks, Thranduil's cold eyes, and his dominant male posture, pacing back and forth with his chest puffed up and making metal noise with the hard strides frightened and irritated. But I could not say anything to him since we had never discussed it. I resigned myself to disappear every time Ereinion was around.

I think it's been about 30 years since the fall of Gondolin, and learned from Eärendil that his parents, Tuor and Idril, had resolved to leave for the immortal lands. I was amazed, for Tuor, though descended from the three Edain houses, and very much like an elf, was still a man. My father said that I need not worry, for surely Tuor pleased the Valar very much, and they would premiate the entrance of that hero, friend of my cousin Voronwë.

Eärendil had become an adult, even more handsome than his father, with the same golden hair as Hador's house, and his mother's bright blue eyes. He was half-elf, but he looked like a Vanyar elf, because even the leaf-shaped ears he had inherited, and the height, because his father was tall to a man, but he was more, and no doubt had the height of his grandfather Turgon. Cheerful, simple and friendly, he always worked with my father on the docks, and building ships was his passion.

As Gil Galad had given Tuor the governance of the city, when he departed, he left his son as Lord of the Ports of Sirion. I think encouraged by his new position, he came to me:

- Noble Princess of the Falathrin, could I ask a favor?

I smiled:

- But of course you can, Eärendil, loved by elves and men.

He lowered his head a little and twisted his great sailor hands, and I noticed by the slight blush on his cheeks that was something personal.

He lowered his voice and asked again,

- My Lady is a friend of Princess Elwing, is not ? I've seen you drinking tea many times.

I realized at once the content of the conversation, but went ahead.

- Yeah, we're good friends.

He widened his big innocent eyes a little:

- Well ... she's a Princess Sinda, daughter of a king, but my mother is a princess too ... I mean, I have ... I've seen her often ... but ...

I saw that he had difficulty asking for my intervention, so I went ahead, to make it less painful for him:

- Do you want me to tell her about your feelings?

Eärendil's eyes flashed and he smiled broadly:

- Yes! You understood very well! Oh, Valar, I'm told you're the smartest elf in Middle Earth!

Gil Galad - Ereinion

Shortly after the arrival of the Doriath refugees, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn arrived. We received them with great joy in the palace of the harbor, and my mother and I arranged rooms worthy for them to stay with us. I and my family owed a debt of gratitude to Lady Galadriel, for she had saved me in Doriath, but most of all I greatly enjoyed her company and my mother too. Even Lord Oropher, who always preferred a distant friendship with the couple, even invited them a few times to dinner. After all, he was a pure Sinda and she, Lady Aewen's aunt.

Lady Galadriel established a discreet friendship with Gil Galad. I was happy, she could be a good counselor and friend, and after all, they were Noldor. But when I mentioned it to my husband, he looked at me sideways, smiling,

- Yes she is. But I know my aunt. She knows that Gil Galad is important to the Noldor. Something she wants.

He was right, of course, and I only realized now, when the fall of Gondolin. The hidden city had fallen, and we received the news of the sad form of always: receiving the refugees in the city of the Ports of Sirion. To my astonishment as always, it was not news to my father, since Ulmo had warned King Turgon. It was a great relief to see my Aunt Eilianniel, her husband Aranwë, and my heroic cousin. the sailor Voronwë. My cousin had escorted and protected all the fugitives of the city.

He left in the Ports of Sirion his human friend Tuor, married to Princess Idril and their little boy, Eärendil, the most beautiful child I had ever seen. Blond like father, with incredibly bright eyes and charming smile, the little half-elf looked like the Valar offspring and I greeted his parents for him.

My uncles and Voronwë came to Balar, and they lived with us in the palace of the port, and being a very skilled and experienced sailor, he soon put himself in the service of my father.

That was when I heard of Lady Galadriel's claims. According to Thranduil, as soon as Turgon's corpse had cooled, she had already pressed my father to declare Gil Galad, the supreme king of the Noldor. Not that this should not be done, after all he was the natural heir, but my father, as the wisest counselor and elf of Middle-earth, would have preferred to consult the Noldor people about it, but Lady Galadriel, with that captivating smile, insisted :

- Noble Círdan, we are not Sindar. He is the blood heir, son of Fingon, and we respect that.

Thranduil told me that my father nodded slightly and gave his great-aunt his amused look:

- My Lady ... you are not even so Noldo, but I will accept your wise word on this subject. If he were Sinda, we would have much work convincing our immense people about his ability to be High King. We are not so easy to convince.We have the latest events as an example. I don't intend to be reckless again.

I knew what my husband was talking about and laughed. My father had pinned Lady Galadriel back with great skill. Not that he did not know that Gil Galad was now the Great King of the Noldor, after all he loved him as a son, since he had been entrusted to his care by his father long ago, but he, like all of us, was very proud the independence and courage of our people.

It was not difficult for us to imagine that Lady Galadriel had any personal interest in Gil Galad's ascent. She was a very old elf, born in Valinor, but she had quite a personal ambition.

Indeed, Ereinion was crowned High King of the Noldor in the city of the Ports of Sirion, with a great feast, which I had to refrain from preparing, lest I be ill with all my kinsmen. Except of course, my father, who has always been a universalist elf. It was up to my father and Lady Galadriel to crown the High King. She, the eldest elf, Vanyar who is a Noldor race, though their peoples even had separate kings. And my father, Sinda, but the eldest and wisest elf of Middle-earth, counselor of kings, both Noldor and Sindar.

The Sindar people had respect for Gil Galad, but the aristocracy kept a quiet distance. I have nothing against that young king, who had lived most of his life in my house, and knowing the feelings he has for me, only makes me feel sad and guilty in some way.

The Lords of Doriath did not attend, ominously ignoring the coronation, and my father-in-law made a point of offering them a lunch on the day, even with my father's mild protests. Although Gil Galad had not appeared at my wedding, creating a huge public embarrassment, my father insisted that I should go. I had to talk to him in particular:

- Adar, I can not go. Thranduil is going to be a beast if I go. He has already informed me that he is going to Lord Oropher's luncheon, and he apologized that he can not abandon the vigilance here in Balar ...

I think I can say that these years have been the happiest years of my life, at least until now. Not that we had overcome the pains of the death of the great King, or the fall of Doriath, I do not think we will ever surpass, for to us death is not banal. However, the happiness of my marriage and seeing our people smile again made these glorious days.

Now the village of the old observation post had become almost a city. As my mother had foreseen, the lords of Doriath came to settle there, and the fifteen families who came with Tharanion received many other relatives. As it turned out, Lord Oropher chose to settle in the village, along with his brothers and companions, and I built for him and Lady Aewen a manor house by the sea.

Thranduil did not hide the joy of having his parents around, and we went there often, just as they came to the harbor palace.

My husband made a point of learning many things with my father about navigation, and even helped us in building several ships, which my father insisted on sending to Valinor. With the need to make the locks, clamps, and nails for shipbuilding, Thranduil became interested in the work of the smiths, and on a morn of strong sun, I went to find my husband at the harbor's ironworks. I saw him working the forge, roasting beside the fire while striking vigorously on the anvil.

I could not help but sigh. He was the very sight of paradise, there, shirtless and his powerful muscles moving with precision. Oh, Valar! I am very lucky. When he saw me, he smiled happily and called me to see what he was doing.

- Look, love , I've learned to do awesome things here.

I laughed and played with his hair:

- Oh, you make beautiful screws, my love!

He laughed:

- I got over the screws. Now I know how to make guns. Look.

He removed an incandescent piece of iron from the anvil and plunged it into the water, and when he removed the piece from it, I could see that it was a sword. It was not ready yet, but it was admirably well made. I carefully examined the details and saw that, certainly, the smithy was his talent.

- Thranduil, this is perfect. - I held the heavy weapon with both hands - it is very well balanced. Looks like you found one more talent.

- I was just bored. Doing those pieces all can be quite annoying. However, it is helpful for an elf warrior to know how to make the equipment. I realize that although your father trades the ores with the dwarves, the Falathrin have a very great independence making their own weapons. And I like this. We will never be totally safe as long as we depend on weapons made by other peoples. Our blacksmiths are good, and they are learning a lot from Falathrin. And if I command them, I need to know.

There was a lot of wisdom in his words. Thranduil has this natural gift for command, so he knows that a leader needs to know all the things his subordinates do and need.

I put the sword on the anvil again and looked at it:

- I am so proud of you...

His eyes flashed with satisfaction:

- I ... I live to hear you say my name every day ...

I hugged him tightly, and noticed that all the smiths looked at us from the corner of their eyes and had small smiles on their lips.

Tharanion helped me a lot in the city, before the arrival of the Falathrin, commanded by my mother. She came with my father. Thranduil went to Balar along with Oropher, Amidir, and the elves of the two houses.

Handir, the chief of the Edain of the house of Hador, the most populous among the Edain who came, bothered to build stables and take care of the horses. It seems they are very good at it. Those tall, blond men were even stronger than those of the other houses, and smiling even after so many miseries that nearly decimated the Edain from the face of Arda, they labored with great vigor on the side of our people.

My mother took over the work and put the healing house to work, and the orders of that lady, Falathrin pride, were heard throughout the city, and Eldar and Edain obeyed as children.

It was in those days that I felt sorry for the race of men. Those poor refugees, with their women suffering and faces down, the patchy and dirty children, the most sick. The second-borns had not been graced by Eru as the firstborn. I understood the meaning of my father's teachings: "We have to protect them, and, at one time or another, ennoble their race with our blood."

Elwing, kind and helpful, helped us take care of the children. The healers of the house were very interested in learning about the diseases and physiology of the race of men, and thanks to the Valar, Tharanion brought with him two Doriath elves who were experts in the healing of humans, and had lived with them in Brethil.

With disguised horror, we watched two women give birth to their children, in excruciating pain. Me and Elwing thought we would lose those women, but the healing elves told us that it was normal that screaming and the pain with which they gave birth. And after those horrible hours, the poor little ones were exhausted as if they had fought all day with orcs. We were thrilled when one of the mothers, soon imitated by the other, held out to us her wrinkled, eye-closed baby, like a puppy's calf:

- Elven princesses, bless my son so that he may have a good destiny!

I think they imagined that all elves had magic gifts, and we did not have the courage to deny them. Elwing took the baby girl and I picked up the baby boy, and we did a simple prayer, which we did when we received one of our rare Elvish children. The mothers seemed to marvel at our little gesture, and I was happy to give them some happiness in that sad, short life. I bent over the bed and gave the child to the mother:

- Your son will be great among men. Give it the name of Gweston, and it will grow strong like an oak tree.

Elwing gave the name of Thrassel to the girl, so that she too was strong and vigorous, and we both hoped that our blessings could help mothers and babies.

My mother and I took a week to leave town, and I had the opportunity to talk a lot with Elwing, to help her in her mourning. That was how I knew she had brought the Nauglamir necklace with the Silmaril set. I shuddered when she showed me the jewel. I did not want to touch that. She insisted that I play because I wanted to see how my beauty would grow, but I said no. I tapped lightly on my chest and said,

- I already have this magnificent necklace that was given to me by Oropher at my wedding. He also belonged to Elu Thingol, and I use it with pride and love. I want nothing with Firnrod Felagund's necklace and this stone. This has already caused a lot of destruction. You should have left him there, let some of the bastards take him!

I stood up, disturbed. Elwing quickly tucked the necklace into her purse, and placed it inside a cupboard in her new home.

- I'm sorry, but I could not let Fëanor's children get what they came for.

Calmer, I sighed:

- You're right. Who knows in your hands, the Silmaril can serve the true purpose. Just do not tell anyone. Who knows?

- Only Lord Oropher.

I laughed and shook my head.

- Then no one knows!

We continued to serve in the city until everyone was well and settled. There was a lot of sadness in the air, but also relief and a bit of security. I still talked to Elwing, if she would not want to go to Balar with us, but she preferred to stay in the town, which was now called Havens of Sirion. Many elves who survived in the region of Arvernien, from the Nírnaeth Arnoediad, also came to the city, and most Noldor.

At least the town had stayed the way my father had imagined it to be, a haven for elves and men without distinction of race. Good for him, but no good for the mood of the city, where Sindar and Noldor looked at each other with suspicion. However, the Edain Hadors were happy because they also built vessels with dexterity, and were able to learn much from my father.

My mother and I waited for the arrival of our ship home, when Tharanion came to us and asked to go and live in the village that I had built for the soldiers of Doriath. With him came some families, disgusted by the growing presence of the Noldor.

- I remain elected representative of our people, so I think I have to make this trip between the island and the city many times. However, I and these here want to get closer to our Falathrin brothers and Lord Oropher and Lord Amdir. And in no doubt do we wish to live under the protection of the venerable Círdan of the Ports, the oldest among us.

My mother waved her silver head, the diadem of pearls and diamonds gleaming in the coastal sun:

- No doubt it is an honor for us, Master Tharanion. Come with us. I suspect that soon we will also have the company of some of the High Lord of the Council, because if I know them well, they are also troubled by Noldor's presence.

Fifteen families paid tribute to my mother, the Lady of Balar, and I was thinking of enlarging the buildings in the village of the old post when we saw the ship coming.

My father had built a remarkable port and the ship could dock easily, which made me wonder at the slow maneuvers of the pilot. Who would be at the helm? It certainly was not Rausthar. What was not our surprise to see my husband, cheerful and chivalrous, dock the ship with studied precision. These maneuvers are always the hardest, but he did very well. We laughed and applauded a Thranduil in his light sailor clothes, hailing us from the rail. My mother waved to him:

- Then my son-in-law finally learned to sail in the open sea. Now, Thranduil is a real Sinda. - glad she said jokingly - Permission to embark a few more passengers, Captain Oropherion!

I had not seen him in over a week, and I realized how much I missed him.

With all these problems to solve, I had a resolute husband, harnessing his horse for the trip to Menegroth. I had succeeded, along with Lady Aewen, to persuade him to take with him a troop of marchwardens, which he hesitated to take, for he preferred that they should continue to protect the island and the new city.

When Thranduil was already on the banks of Sirion, ready to take the road through the small forest, we saw a real crowd walking down the road toward us.

Thranduil got off the horse, talking Doriathrin very fast and I got confused by the words, but I think I heard him say "my father!" In any case, I, my ladies and the marchwardens followed my husband who had fled to meet people. About halfway, then, I could see Lord Oropher's great black horse. I grasped the arm of the marchwardens commander:

- Take the boat back and swallow Lord Cirdan. Tell him we're taking these people to the new city.

As I approached, Thranduil was already holding the reins of his father's horse, and I could see that he had many combat wounds, but they were healing quickly. In Lord Oropher's croup came a young woman in her blood-stained robes, her hair disheveled, her eyes red with so many tears: Princess Elwing. The moment I saw her, I knew what had happened.

Lord Oropher was surrounded by Amdir and the other great Lords of Doriath. He dismounted and pulled Elwing out of his rump. I saw the steel eyes of my father-in-law shining, with the fire of battle in them still. He looked at me and at Thranduil:

- The damned sons of Fëanor destroyed Menegroth. And as we expected, we had no way to resist. There is nothing left.- He looked at the half-elf princess, her face low, hidden in her dark hair, and signaled that she would speak after the subject. - At least two of them came to terms with Mandos, for my sword.

There was an undisguised pride in my father-in-law's bitter metallic voice announcing that he had killed Curufin and Caranthir.

And we congratulate Lord Oropher for that. The hatred that the Sindar nourished by the Noldor could at times seem irrational (it often is), but it was they who brought all evil to Middle-earth, and above all, murdered our family in Alqualondë. Of course not all were killers, or our enemies, but the feeling of distrust permeated the whole race. And in the treatment of Fëanor's children and their repeated atrocities, our hatred matched the one we had for Morgoth. Unfortunately it is so, with little chance of change. Elves are slow to forget.

Hearing his father, Thranduil sketched that scary, predatory feline smile. Celegorn had died at the hands of the dying Dior. He said between his teeth:

- There are only two left now ...They die at the hands of Sindar. Poetic justice.

My father-in-law was treated like a hero, and he really is. Not only did he end two of Fëanor's children, but he also saved many elves, including the princess. I was curious about the rest of the family. What use would those monsters have to kill the queen and the two children? It is amazing to think that they are part of the elven race. Surely they are dominated even by Melkor, because no oath is worth the lives of so many people, and with refinements of cruelty.

I put my arm around Elwing's shoulders, and she hugged me crying. I'm much taller than her, so I looked over her head at Thranduil. He did not look at all moved, but made a gesture of agreement. He was very much his father.

I said:

- Have patience, dear friend. You will have a home, and I will give you people to help you. - I looked into her eyes full of tears - I know that none of this is a consolation, but you will see that the hospitality of the Falatrhrin is very generous.

I said:

I figured she'd stay in town, where there was a house worthy of a princess. The lords of Doriath would accompany Elwing, there is a home worthy of them and their families, except Amdir and Oropher, who would stay in Balar with us, since my father would not accept otherwise.

I looked dismayed at that multitude of elves, many wounded and needing shelter. Fortunately my father can anticipate that tragedy. Suddenly something occurred to me, and I went to my father-in-law:

- Where is Master Tharanion?

He smiled:

- Do not worry, he must be back there, helping others. He fought like a lion beside us. It takes more than an army to pull down that fortress.

I sent one of Thranduil's archers to look for the big elf, and quickly I could see the head adorned with a helmet rising in the crowd, louder than most. The leader of the people of Doriath soon presented himself, a wall in gold armor. He bowed to me solemnly and longingly:

- Highness!

I greeted him with joy:

- Thanks to the Valar! Alive and stronger still!

I shuddered. of course he had not received details in his visions, but with the situation in which Middle-earth lived, Morgoth's constant and growing threat, I could only imagine-the first thing I thought of was in Thranduil. Unintentionally, I murmured,

- Thranduil ...

My father put his hand on my shoulder:

- I think this time we'll all be far away. At least for a while. But I can not say.

I calmed down a bit. I unrolled another plant so he could see my drawings of a square, which he approved smiling. We talked about something else when a headache struck me like lightning. It was a new thing for me. I staggered a little and felt my father's arm support me around the waist. I do not know what happened next. I was entering the king's halls at Menegroth. It was not a dream, I was really there, in my blue jacket and my work pants and boots. There were many people in front of the throne and I passed through the crowd, and apparently no one saw me, but I paid no attention to it, because I felt a pressing impulse to go to the front of the throne. Then I saw Dior sitting in front of people who admired him, because he looked like a god. Her beauty seemed to bring into the eyes of the spectators the best of all the breeds of Eru's children. What will transform it? Then I saw: from his neck hung the Nauglamir, with the Silmaril set.

I thought the Silmaril had broadened the qualities in it, and for a moment, I was happy. Perhaps now, radiant with beauty, her wisdom had also been increased ... Thingol's necklace ... then a sense of oppression fell on me, a bad feeling, and I wanted to go ahead and tell him what I had sensed. At the same moment, a huge, wet hand grabbed my arm, and I imagined I heard a deep voice like thunder on the waters of the sea: "Come back, child!"

Suddenly I was in the arms of my father, who was looking at me uneasily, frowning:

- What you saw?

I had never had a vision like that. So that was how my father saw things. I understood that my vision had expanded now because I was next to him, or maybe Ulmo wanted to teach me. I told him what I had seen, and he made it clear to me that this was not a vision of the future, but of the present. Visions of the future are more impersonal. In visions of the present, our fëa is transported to the place where the thing is happening, so people did not see me, although some could "feel" my presence. But Ulmo had taken me out quickly, because transporting the fëa could be dangerous.

My father made sure I was okay, and visibly changed, he looked around as if he was looking for something. Then he said:

- I do not know what I'm going to do, but surely there's something to be done ...

- Because? What does this mean I saw? I do not think Ulmo gave me the sight just to show us how well Dior got his grandfather's necklace ...

He sighed and looked at me. Nowë Círdan was not prodigal in explanation, but thought I deserved one:

- If Dior is wearing Nauglamir, that means his mother is dead. The Silmaril embedded in the necklace is a problem for both Dior and the kingdom. As fair and beautiful as he may have looked to the stone in the necklace, we know that it has been cursed and brought nothing good to Thingol ... - He bowed his head a little, I think the pain of the loss of our King is a wound that will never be healed - If an elf like Elu, awake and powerful can not deal with it, Dior will be shattered by the power of the Silmaril. He's just a mortal, no matter what he looks like ...

It had never occurred to me that Dior was a mortal. Even as heir to the beauty of her mother and noble grandmother's divine blood, Eru's law could not be broken. His father, Beren, was mortal, so Dior is mortal. I shook my head, dazed. It was a lot of information:

- How, by all the Valar, have we allowed a mortal to sit upon the throne of Elu Thingol? No wonder that behavior ...

- Right of inheritance, my daughter ... but he was accepted with enthusiasm by the population at first, wounded who were and insecure. Even I thought that, at least for his father's example, Dior could become an acceptable ruler and warrior ... and honestly, more than half the population should have no idea and he is mortal. He does not look like one at all.- He took a deep breath and his gaze hardened - But it was a mistake. However, what is done is done. If he is not destroyed by the Silmaril, a war will come over the kingdom because of it. Doriath is lost anyway, Oropher and the Lords know that.

I was scared:

- Dad, this is awful! We can not do anything with it?

- Do not know. How long do you think it will take for those damn sons of Fëanor to try to get Silmaril out of Dior's hands? They could not with the power of Lúthien, but now, her mortal son poses no danger to them.

Círdan stood for some time, his hands on his waist, his head bowed. Then he told me:

- I'm going to send a messenger to Oropher. Let's see what he tells us about the situation.

As I imagined, the messenger to Lord Oropher was my husband. I was very nervous, but he practically required my father to send him. I protested as much as I could, after all he was willing to go alone, which was crazy. The roads were far from safe, they had really gotten worse, and I knew, because we had not even finished construction in the new city, and elves and men began to arrive. First in small groups, families, then in large caravans, fleeing from the growing armies of Morgoth. I was forced to design higher walls and even surround the spaces to the plantation fields. Fishing would of course be the main activity, but men, albeit in smaller numbers, needed far more food than the elves.

It was then that I confronted myself with a problem that had never occurred before: The chiefs of the Edain, above all a blond man of the Haladin, with great delicacy, impressive for a man from his warrior house, informed me that it would be necessary to build a neighborhood for the Edain separately, since they had different needs from the elves. Now the men I had met and stayed among us had never mentioned the need for latrines, and I imagine that they, with more experience, were able to conceal these peculiarities with elegance. However, if all those families lived there, I had to think of bigger solutions.

With serious problem of accepting that disgusting peculiarity of the poor mortal Edain, I had to consult my father, and together, we found a solution. We would build a few rooms at the back of the houses in the backyards, and I ordered that a large quantity of quicklime be provided for distribution, since it seems that this lime has the property of destroying man's waste, as well as of the animals.

There was a party for a week after the wedding. I could hear the laughter, the music, everything, through the big balcony of my rooms. Contrary to what I imagined, there was no problem with the "thing". It was so simple and natural, as if we were both born for that moment. Immersed as we were in a passion without limits, nor did we see the days pass. Only on the third day did I realize that we had eaten nothing and went out in search of something to feed the elven furnace that is my husband.

My husband ... I've repeated this a few times, to myself, marveling at the word. In our large living room, someone had left a lot of food and sweets. My mother, certainly. I went back to the room to warn Thranduil and he was on the balcony, naked as he came into the world. The light of the rising sun reflected in his hair, gently shaken. There, in the midst of the flowers that he himself had made to grow, he is the most beautiful thing in Creation.

Well, we just got out of our house there by the sixth day. I reminded him that we must bid farewell to the guests, and that Lord Oropher would probably be one of the first to go. Very grudgingly, he nodded.

He was lost in his dressing room, though Lady Aewen had arranged everything for him to find his clothes. However, I realized he was delayed, and I found him standing in the middle of the room, his eyes fixed on the hangers. When he saw me come in, he grunted:

- I can not find anything. Where are my underwear?

I laughed:

- I'd better bring your jacks. They can come in through the back door, I thought of that too. However, just for today, I'll find your clothes ...

He laughed and kissed me:

- Are you sure we need to go?

I pushed him as I rummaged through the chests and drawers.

- Yes I have.

I could not stop thinking like a grown elf, able to defeat an entire army alone, could not find his own underpants. Then my mother told me that this is more normal than it seems.

When they all left, I was sad because of my mother-in-law. She was distressed to see Lord Oropher leave. I made her take part in all the things I still needed to clean up in the great wing that was my house and the house of Thranduil now. She was so happy with our marriage that she unfolded trying to show me what to do. I was happy because I've never been like my mother, a good housewife.

As soon as I could, I boarded the shore of Sirion to help finish the great city we were building. My father was in a hurry. Although the others did not understand his haste, I knew he had seen something in the future.

I was just building a set of beautiful houses, a village with a fountain in the middle and a garden, when my father, coming from the port, came near my drawing table. Examining my plans, he looked pleased. I noticed his curious look, and said:

- You may ask, Adar. I know this air ....

He laughed:

- It's nothing, really. I just wanted to say that, despite Oropher's expectation about a baby, I disagree. You two have not even grown up yet, and I believe this can wait another thousand years. We are not in the baby season.

I had no intention of getting pregnant, even because he was right. I would not know what to do with a child. I put my hand on the table and turned to him:

- What are you hiding?

I looked directly into my father's eyes, and he looked away at the plants leaning over the table:

- What is my daughter talking about?

He knew he was not going to escape this time:

- I know my father. And those meetings all before my marriage, during that ... that story that Thranduil told me about Elvenking's concern ... The rush to build this city ... What do you know the rest of the people, of course, they do not know?

He sighed and lifted his body, looking at the buildings, already at the end of finishing:

- Ulmo, praise by, told me something ... but you know, you're like me.

I shook my head.

- No, I'm not like you. Lady Galadriel and Queen Melian taught me several things, but I am far from being like you.

He looked at me and smiled.

- Perhaps. But you will be. I think you're too busy with your husband to pay attention ... Wars will happen. I'm not sure what it is, but people will need a place to live, such will be destruction.

He looked at me, as if he realized that I did not really know what he was talking about:

- Excuse me. I must be the most incompetent guy in Middle-earth to communicate. Now that we're practically married, I do not think I'm going to look rude if I talk about ... the consummation of the marriage itself ...

Suddenly a light went on in my head. Those subjects cut off and deviated, that strange look! It was sex he wanted! And I, foolish as I always was, had not understood. All this time that's what he suggested ...

I feel even embarrassed to write this in this diary, but I am forced to confess my folly, so that one day I will not repeat it. I looked at him distressed. I do not think he imagined the violent attraction I felt for him, but that I kept well guarded, according to my mother's dictates. I was proud that I had come to my marriage on terms she considered acceptable, and of course she was right. The ceremony is something that needs to be done, but it would not make sense if the marriage already existed, because marriage itself is sex. But I had not been able to read the signs he'd uttered, because I'm a silly one. But it was hard for me. My mother had certainly instructed me and I had read many biology books, observed animals, but I was terrified at that moment, because it is different to understand things intellectually. The practice could be quite different. And let's be clear here, sex is an aesthetically terrifying thing, and I had no idea how to turn into something beautiful and acceptable, I did not know how to turn sex into "making love."

I know I tend to rationalize too much. I presumed that these things would happen in a moment of excitement, at random, in a romantic way, and not with my elf saying something like "darling, let's go up and fuck." No. I'm too refined to deal with it. He had never, at any time, seemed rude, but I was petrified. My rational mind was working at infinite speed, but the solution was not at all simple. I love him more than my own life, but what if everything goes wrong, seems grotesque, I get in the way of my obvious inability?

He looked at me, and I had to answer something. So, as always, I retreated in my great capacity to deal with socially difficult situations and said, very carefully:

- No, my love, you're not that bad at communicating like that. - I smiled, and I hated myself because I knew I was blushing. - I'm quite awkward with these things. You're going to have to forgive me for never having realized that you deserve an answer.

His eyes had acquired his usual immobility, fixed on me, and he grunted:

- Oh ... Valar ... there you go again to the area of the "great lady."

I sent him a look, and I know I raised my eyebrow as my mother did. He smiled:

- You always escape to rationality, to your refined manners when there's something you can not handle.

Valar! Did he know me that much? I did not know what to say. I did not want to hurt him with my eloquence at the wrong time. I reached out and touched his face.

- Forgive me...

He took my hand and kissed it:

- There is nothing to forgive. I should have known that this is difficult terrain for a young lady like you. My father told me...

I interrupted him in terror:

- You talked about this with your father ???

He laughed, and without letting go of my hand, said:

- Actually he came to tell me, in an authoritative tone as usual, that I did not approach you before our wedding day, or he would castrate me to pay the shame with Círdan ...- he laughed a lot, and I had to - No, he did not give me instructions, I did not need them and he knew, he just found it convenient to threaten me. Let's say he knows the son he has. I'm very much like him. But it was helpful for me to warn me of your youth and your innocence in the face of certain facts of life. It kept me from despairing that you did not love me, and that I did not think I was attractive enough.

I had to kiss his lips. Quickly, but I needed:

- I love you, shamelessly about everything. And of course you're attractive. Even the columns of Menegroth agree with me on this. And you certainly have a mirror.

He smiled so sweetly that I was touched.

- Do you trust me?

- Of course I trust. My life.

- Do you think I could hurt you in any way?

- Of course not ... that's not what I'm thinking!

- What bothers you then?

There was no way to explain to him what I was thinking. I summed up the way I imagined he would understand:

- It's just fear. Fear of the unknown.

He shook his head slightly.

- Yes, I understand that. And I'm afraid too. Fear of not pleasing you, of not being skilled enough, of being rushed ...

I smiled at him:

- But you are a warrior, and warriors learn from an early age to deal with your fear. I ... do parties and build boats ... occasionally a building or another ...

- My beloved, there is no fear more terrible than that of hurting what you love. I would die, right now, to prevent anything from taking a strand of your hair. However, what I have learned is that fear is the seed of courage.- He laughed and shook his head - but that's not the point, it's not the time to be deep here ... Eryn, it's just sex! All the animals do! We can not overestimate this. Or do you think there is something in this world or the other capable of diminishing a thousandth of the love I feel for you?

I think I raised my eyebrow again, which made his ears fade a little:

- Sex? I thought in our case it was "making love" ...

He was so shocked that the fear of saying something very wrong was on his face, and I think he paled a little. Even if I wanted to, I could not torture him. I laughed:

- It was a joke!

I stood up and held out my hand to him:

- Come on, this is becoming a drama, and it certainly was not my intention. Let's rationalize and solve this at once. Be what the Valar want.

He took my hand and followed me meekly as he emptied his glass of wine. I heard him murmur:

- Thank you Valar! I could not wait any longer ...

A solemn peace fell upon us, and then an explosion of water in the sea splashed the guests of sea foam. Ossë and his wife Uinen appeared on the water, greeting everyone with a divine smile. Uinen, by the arm of her husband, laid her beautiful head of hair that was lost in the waters on the shoulder of the Friend of the Sailors, and all in wonder they realized that they came to attend the ceremony.

My mother greeted them with a smile and a curved head, and continued:

- I invoke the blessing and wisdom of Varda Elentari, the greatest of Valië, about this marriage, about these children ...

My mother represented Varda herself at that moment. She finished the ritual prayer, and began to praise my qualities, proud and haughty. When she finished, she waved to Lord Oropher. It was time for him to repeat the ritual and to represent Manwë.

When my father-in-law raised his hoarse voice, whoever did not know why we were there, would think it was a battle call. With such force he invoked Manwë, that the air was filled with a vigorous vibration, and to everyone's amazement, an omen was announced. In response to Lord Oropher's call, the Great God sent a sea eagle to fly over our flowery arbor, cheerfully begging three times. Before disappearing on the horizon, the great bird still flew over the Maiar who greeted the bird with joy.

Everyone shouted in joy, the omen was the best possible. Lord Oropher sighed and lowered his head for a moment, smiling, before continuing his part in the ceremony. So he talked about his son. I cried, Lady Aewen cried, because at that moment, he said about Thranduil things he had never said before. No one expected that from the stoic Lord Oropher. Nor Thranduil. The eyes of my beloved have filled with tears, which he can contain with courage. My father-in-law spoke of his son with so much pride and so much love that there was no one who was indifferent. Not even the Maiar. When Lord Oropher was finished, the two gods began to sing, that ineffable song that only gods could produce, and he, the proud father of Thranduil, immediately resumed his serious countenance. He would not give anyone a chance to think he had softened. He gripped the hand of an equally composed Thranduil, and brought him to where my mother and I were. He said, with combative firmness:

- Here is my blood, and with pride we have gathered our houses.

My mother, with the elegance peculiar to her, gently took my hand and placed it on Thranduil's:

- With pride and love, here is my blood. May they be the reward of our homes together.

We looked at each other, as if it were the first time. The image of a Thranduil in armor, extremely embarrassed to ask me in marriage came back to my mind. He had not changed anything, but now he seemed calmer. He kissed my hands and said,

- Yours forever.

And I replied the same way:

- Forever Yours.

Then I took his arm and we left the arbor under a shower of flowers and greetings. We saluted the Maiar with great respect and they blessed us before they left, disappearing under the waters.

A long line of compliments followed, and I had the opportunity to meet my cousin Voronwë, beautiful as the day broke. Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn were among the first to greet us and I was exultant with their presence. The Elvenking Belthasdir rose from the throne in which he was sitting to come and greet us personally, a deference to the cousins, with which we were very honored. There was no end to the row of gifts he offered us.

We were very happy to see the great Elf Tharanion approaching in his long and imperious step. He came with Lord Amdir and the other Lords of Doriath. His portentous voice announced with joy:

- I bring greetings and greetings of all the people of Doriath! And mine too, to our valiant Lord Captain and his beautiful princess!

We thank him deeply and respectfully. I could not help but approach and ask:

- Master Tharanion... how are you?

He smiled and lowered his bright eyes to me, speaking lower:

- Highness. Our life in Doriath is no longer the same. We're just relying on our Lords. Lord Oropher has fought for us like a lion, but ... - He glanced over the beaches of Balar.- I do not know how long it will take for us to be impelled to join our brother marchwardens ...

I looked at my father, a little away from us, who was talking animatedly to someone I did not know, and looked back at Tharanion:

- The people of Doriath will always have a place among the Falathrin. If you need, talk to my father. We are building a big city on the other side, in the mouths of Sirion.

He smiled broadly, as was his custom:

- We saw the city when we came. Although my people are peasants, there is no place where peasants are not welcome ... this city, my Lady, is on my mind.

It seemed to me that the line of greetings would never end. Thranduil was already with the alienated look that I knew well. My mother saved us by taking us to the banquet table, gently protesting that everyone would faint from hunger if it continued.

I was satisfied. The elegance of my marriage was unsurpassed. Months of celebration, and all perfect. The banquet, according to Lady Aewen, was as good as the coronation of Thingol. Everywhere I looked, everything was beautiful. The music filled the air, the bagpipes and drums of the Falathrin spoke loudly and as he knew, he heard himself on the other bank.

I danced with my father, as usual, but I danced, too, a short, formal dance with my father-in-law. I had to make an effort not to laugh at his disgusted face. Anyway, when I released him, he sighed with relief:

- I'm sorry, my dear. It's nothing personal. I just hate it.

I laughed:

- I'm sure it's not personal, my Lord. There you go, you've done your duty. Thank you!

So I went dancing with Thranduil, who seemed resigned and ready to please me that day. He left the table for a time that could only be justified by his desire to see me happy.

I was at the candy table when I heard my father-in-law say to his son,

- Stop stuffing yourself with food and go dance with your wife.

I could not hold back the laughter, while Thranduil, with his full mouth muttered something.

We danced and laughed until the night began to fall, soft and fragrant, full of stars above us.

Sitting next to my beloved I smiled:

- Do you like your wedding party?

He looked at me with his eyes half floating in wine, and said in a soft voice:

- What can I say besides that I'm lucky to have a wife who can do such a magnificent thing? When you join with your mother, I do not think even in Aman you see anything like that ...

I looked at the elegant people, amused:

-Well, I'm happy. Everything came out perfect.

He took another sip of his golden goblet:

- Do you know what really made me happy? It was to see you coming ... you are more beautiful than all Valië together ... I thought that you could not be more beautiful, but I was wrong.

I looked at him. How could I speak of beauty with that gloriously blond and smiling being in front of me?

- Well, I'm glad you were pleased. It was for you, all of it.

He kissed me, and I felt he was too excited for the place full of people. Gently I pushed him a little:

- You drank too much, did not you?

He smiled, eyes half closed:

- Not much. It is not a day of drinking until oblivious. If you do not remember, love of my life, we're not really married yet.

I looked at him and shook my gold ring that had been placed under my engagement ring.

- Oh no? What is this here, then? - I laughed and prodded him - There is no more way to escape me, Prince of Doriath!

He laughed and sighed looking at me languidly:

- The only direction I want to run is in our chambers.- He shook his head, laughing. - Oh, Valar! Eryn, you're the smartest person I've ever met, but every time I try to talk about it, you do not understand!

I got a little confused.

- What are you talking about now?

I could not leave my big mirror in the bedroom. I was obsessed with every detail of my dress, my jewelry, my hair. My mother smiled.

- It is not possible to improve, nor to be more beautiful. You are perfect.

I looked at her in despair:

- Are you sure?

My mother's crystal laughter filled the room:

- Absolute! - She kissed my forehead - I could not be prouder. Thousands of years from now they will still speak of this marriage.

She straightened my necklaces and, next to me, whispered:

- Is there anything you need to know? Something I forgot to say?

I nodded slowly. I was not very sure of anything, the nervousness consumed me:

- No nana ... I'm fine.

I could see a tear hidden in the corner of that elf's eye that was the rock, the safe haven where my father's warships docked:

- My little Eryn ... come on, daughter. It's time.

Followed by my ladies, all richly dressed (I personally drew each and every costume for them), we left the room to find my father, and I admired my mother's work. He was flawless, elegant, and she had managed not only to braid his hair, but to put on a gold tiara and pearls that I had never seen him wear.

My father's bright eyes said it all. He held my hands, touched, and jokingly said,

- Well, that pedantic and arrogant prince has really managed to take my greatest treasure...

I hugged my father, laughing:

- Hardly anyone can take me from you, ada ...

He placed in my hands a huge stone, hardly fit in my right hand. A huge diamond, as I had never seen before:

- This is a gift from your Aunt Eilianniel. She just came with her husband and son. It's amazing, I know, my sister is the lady of the awesome gifts ... - he laughed - I'll keep close to the other things.

My Aunt Eilianniel! I've only seen her twice in my life, and a long time ago. My father has two sisters, awake with him at the same time, one, I knew now, was in Aman, and my Aunt Eilianniel lived in the hidden city. She is the wife of the most noble Aranwë of the House of Fingolfin, and her son, my cousin whom I do not yet know, is Voronwë.

I followed my father, and my mother went ahead. She was the Lady of the Day, along with Lord Oropher.

There was a path to the place where the ceremony was to take place, and it was all carpeted with flowers. The crowd of the Falathrin and the guests were along this path and followed us, singing and greeting me with expressions of joy and longing for happiness. I smiled automatically. It was as if I were walking in a dream. My stomach was tight, a discomfort I had only felt in times of great distress, but I would never show. Perfect smile, perfect posture.

When I got to the point of seeing the flower-bed, the open beach and the banquet tents, I noticed all those people waiting and greeting me, I almost collapsed. For a moment, I did not see Thranduil standing beside his father, and my legs faltered. I leaned against my father's arm, and I felt I was going to faint, but he held me and whispered,

- Take it easy, my little fish, it's all very disturbing, I know, but it soon ends.

So I walked two or three more steps, and I saw him. I do not remember how I walked the rest of the way, but I remember Thranduil smiling at me, a smile I could have seen with rarity, that smile that produced the dimples on his porcelain face, his eyes as bright as two sapphires color of the sky. When I saw him, all my insecurity was gone. There he was, with his hair shaken by the sea breeze, dressed like a king, he was so handsome that he looked like a Valar standing there with his hands behind his back.

He looked at me as if I were the whole reason for the existence of the world, and I knew he loved me, but not so much. My Thranduil has never been an elf of many words, but in his deeds and looks he is more eloquent than any poet.

My mother was sparing, haughty as a queen, very conscious of the important role she would play. I stood beside her, in front of Thranduil and her father, who for the first time seemed to me to be light and sympathetic. He should be in the extreme of happiness.

My father stood a step behind Lord Oropher, much as Lady Aewen was a step behind my mother.

After a few moments of silence, Lady Helle looked courteously at Lord Oropher, and he inclined his head slightly toward her. It was the signal for her to begin the ceremony. I had no eyes for anything but my glorious fiance in front of me, but when my mother raised her arms and her glowing eyes to the sky, everyone had to look at her. My mother began to shine brightly, as I had never seen, and even on that clear day, she was a star. I had seldom heard that melodious voice so loud and clear:

- Eru Ilúvatar! - she cried, and all heads bowed - Come to us, Father of all Creation, come to us to bless your children!

Great excitement gripped everyone at that moment. I shivered, and I could see that they all crossed themselves. Lady Galadriel, behind us, answered the greeting with a devoted voice.

By the time the wedding day arrived, I was exhausted from splitting up between my father-in-law, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, and the other guests. Thranduil had already entered that state of silence, staring into nothingness, which he used to get when he was tired and bored.

I, with my excess of perfectionism, encouraged by my mother, had transformed the lives of our guests into a perennial party. Lord Oropher had brought an exorbitant amount of wine, including apples wine, and I had drunk too much.

I had to get up all day, still nervous about the people outside, even though my mother would make sure everything was in perfect order. Before I existed, Lady Helle was already a perfect hostess.

I reviewed the dress 200 times, the shoes, the jewels. I worried they had efficiently set up the flower-bed and the pergola on the beach, the glass tents, and everything else for the banquet. When I got up on the couch in my room and finally rested for a couple of hours, my mother left to go and deliver a Thranduil as exhausted as I, her gift. It was not long before I received my father-in-law's visit, bringing his gift to me.

I had Lord Oropher sit next to me, and with a glance I asked my ladies to serve him, but he refused anything:

- If I eat or drink anything else, I will not be able to eat at the banquet. Something tells me it's best to wait.

He raised his heavy hand, more accustomed to the sword than to the caresses, and stroked my hair:

- You're even more beautiful than I remembered. You make my son happy, and I'll be eternally grateful for it.- He laughed at the strange, always dislocated laugh - and I will not be sad when I can hold a grandson or granddaughter in my arms.

I laughed with him:

- I will do my best...

He reached into the inner pocket of his tunic and pulled out a magnificent diamond necklace with a heart-shaped pendant with a white stone. He put it in my hand and I stared at it in wonder:

- It is wonderful!

I pricked and kissed him on the cheek. with half smile he said:

- It belonged to my brother. I thought that for everything you did for him, you should keep that. The pendant was Aewen who chose to make this most feminine jewelry.

A great emotion took hold of me, and I pressed the necklace in my hands:

- I tried to do it ... unfortunately I was not happy in my attempts. I'll wear this forever!

He sighed, ran his eyes through my pink room and looked back at me:

- You were happy, yes. You have been able to alleviate his suffering, at the expense of your own. This is not a common thing. No one would be able to do it. You are strong as a rock and able to give yourself to death for those you love. I do not know anyone like you. I'm honored because you're part of my family. I'm honored because you're my daughter now too.

I knew the cost of those words coming out of the mouth of that block of ice. I was moved and I cried. He put on me the necklace of Thingol, the Great King of the Sindar. I hugged him, babbled words of thanks.

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