#thranduil summer bash

[sweetfairy1]

Thranduil is able to see you beyond Eryn Lasgalen. He looks after the whole Middle Earth even on summer holiday 😉

[beaulahmae]

Summer Thranduil Bash Excerpt from CH 2 - “Festival of Midsummer    AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11735979

For details, see @themirkyking or @dailythranduilproject

“The musicians played a lovely march, as the Kings of the North walked through the Courtyard, up the steps and took their places.  

Dáin was dressed in green and gold.  His red beard, now sprinkled with grey, had been braided and beaded intricately, along with this hair.  The King Under the Mountain sported a gilt and cut-steel crown done in complex design reflecting the architecture and beauty of Erebor.  There was no need for gemstones; as the highly polished diadem glittered in the sun as much as diamonds.  

Thranduil, resplendent as usual, in dark blue trimmed in silver, and wore his customary diadem for celebrations outside of his realm.  It was done in an elaborate design of mithril, and decorated with many sapphires and diamonds, glittering in the summer sun.

Bard wore his cream-colored and gold tunic with black moleskin leggings and his best formal cloak of crimson.  On his head, he wore the golden crown of Dale with its glittering diamonds and gemstones.  

The Dwarves had found it in Smaug’s horde, and refurbished, but Bard refused to be crowned with it until Dale, too, had been restored to its former glory as well.  Three years after coming to Dale, he was officially crowned, and the celebrations went on for almost a week, with guests from all corners of Middle Earth.

Bain, now twenty-eight years old, and a taller, handsomer (according to Bard) version of his father, stood proud in his dress military uniform of burgundy and gold. The ornate Elven sword at Bain’s side, was the one he earned after much training, and been proudly presented by his Ada during  his ceremony ten years ago.  It had served him well, and saved his life during many encounters defending his father’s Kingdom and its people.  

Today it was polished to perfection, and its gold-inlaid handle shone brightly.  Bain had earned his military ranking through hard work and dedication, and had refused promotions based on his rank as Crown Prince. When he was made a Captain in the Army of Dale, it was on his own merit, which earned him respect and loyalty the rest of Dale’s soldiers.  

The groom also wore a gold circlet upon his head of thick, black hair.  It was a smaller and simpler version of King Bard’s, and a gift from his Uncle Dáin, on his twenty-first birthday.  Bain, as his Da and Ada liked to predict, was going to be the finest King the City of Dale had ever seen.

Hunthor, a reserve a member of the Army of Gondor, wore his dress uniform with the black tunic, bearing the White Tree and Seven Stars.  By his side, Goran stood in his little miniature uniform.  The bride’s mother had somehow managed a special outfit that reflected young Goran’s dual citizenship of Dale and Gondor.  In his hand, he carried a pouch with the wedding rings for the ceremony.  The strings had been tied around his wrist just in case he accidentally dropped it. The smiled at the crowd; determined to be a good boy.

The music changed, as the doors to the Great Hall opened and out walked the bridesmaids, in lovely light green dresses with flowers in their hair, and arms, and took their places on the wide steps.  Once in place, all looked toward the doors, waiting for the bride.

Alis, walking toward them on her proud father’s arm was radiant.  Her long, light blonde curls were adorned with flowers, lovingly arranged by her mother, and her blue eyes were shining. She carried a large bouquet of the same flowers in her arms.  When they first appeared, everyone in the crowd gasped and how lovely she looked. Bain’s mouth dropped open, at the sight of his bride, until his Da gently nudged him forward.

Alis smiled, as Feren kissed her cheek, and then her younger sister, Dafina, stepped forward to take the bride’s bouquet.  Feren then whispered some loving, fatherly words, before he placed her hand in Bain’s, then stepped to the side, wiping his eyes.

During that first winter after Smaug attacked Laketown, little Alis and Dafina, were only five and three years of age. They, along with their grandfather, had been taken in and adopted by Commander Feren and his wife, and together they formed a loving family. Seated in the front row of the Courtyard, tucked in his wheelchair with blankets, was their elderly grandfather. Glélindë sat next to him, with her hand on his arm, describing the wedding to him.  Gruffudd was almost blind now, and needed constant care, but Feren and his wife made sure the elderly man wanted for nothing and was as comfortable as possible. Seated next to them were Hilda and Galion, holding Laurelin and Morwen who were sleeping.

The ceremony was to be presided over by all Three Kings of the North, and had been rehearsed several times but when Bard stepped forward to do his part, could only get three words out, before he choked up and the tears began to flow.  

Despite his strict instructions to be still, little Goran couldn’t stand the idea of his grandfather in distress. He let go of his Papa’s hand, and ran over to Bard, and said loudly. “Don’t cry Gampy!  You have to tell Uncle Bain how to get married!” Everyone laughed, as Bard reached down to picked up his grandson.  The King of Dale was instantly forgiven, because he had done the same thing when Sigrid got married, six years ago.  

Thranduil handed Bard his silk handkerchief, and said to the little boy, “Do not worry, hênig.  Your Uncle Dáin and I will take care of it.”  Dáin and Thranduil then stepped over and did the honors while poor Bard kept his nose buried in the kerchief and his grandson on his hip.

Those who were standing on the steps and the dais could have sworn they heard Thranduil whisper to Dáin, before he started speaking, “Pay up, Dwarf,” followed by Dáin, cursing in Khuzdul under this breath.”

[beaulahmae]

“Festival of Midsummer” Summer Thranduil Bash

Hello!  Here is my entry for @themirkyking and @dailythranduilproject‘s “Summer Thranduil Bash” called “Festival of Midsummer,” and can be found here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11735979

 It’s set 15 years after the events of my other work “What Makes a King” found on AO3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/10838010

Here’s an excerpt:

“It’s time to reclaim that land, and make new, better memories,” Hilda had said. As always, she was right. That year, the people made the trek to the Lake, with blankets and food, and spent the day swimming and picnicking, replacing those sad memories with sounds of splashing, giggles of children, food and music. The Elves and Dwarves were invited to attend the following year, and it became something the Kingdoms of the North looked forward to. When Gandalf was in the area, he would provide fireworks at dusk, as the children oohed and aahed.

Three years later, Hilda and Thranduil met with Bard, Galion, Percy and Dáin, and presented the idea of a combined Summer Solstice celebration, which would include the traditions of all three races. And so, the Annual Midsummer Festival was born, to great success.

People and merchants came from neighboring countries, setting up tents on the very field where the Battle of the Five Armies had been fought, replacing the memories from that day with brighter, more colorful ones. The Dwarves and Elves set up booths all throughout the city to sell their wares, and Dale’s own merchants worded feverishly and happily, as almost a third of their annual income was made during this week. The Festival increased the economy, and commerce of the Northern Kingdoms, and greatly enhanced relations with all neighboring lands.

Everyone looked forward to the Festival, but this year, Bard’s entire extended family was especially eager, for there was going to be a wedding! Bain, son of Bard, Captain of the Army in Dale, Heir to the Throne, was going to marry Alis, adopted daughter of Feren, Commander of the Army of the Woodland Realm, and his wife, Glélindë.