Chapter III: Doriath (Pt. III)After dinner, Mîrwen decided to return to our quarters to see ab

Chapter III: Doriath (Pt. III)After dinner, Mîrwen decided to return to our quarters to see about Oropher. I decided to wander the halls of our new home. Its long labyrinthian passages seemed to have no end to them until another corner appeared to lead me elsewhere. At one particular turn, my journey was interrupted by Daeron.“Are you lost,” he asked.“I am not quite sure,” I answered.“Well, let me be of service and help you find your way,” he said sharply. “These corridors can lead to places you do not want to go.”“Of course,” I said, my curiosity growing. “I would not want to go where I am not welcome.”“It is not that you are not welcome,” Daeron answered. “It is dangerous to roam Menegroth alone. One can easily disappear never to be seen again.”We began walking toward a familiar hallway.“If I may ask, what is it that you do for King Thingol?”“Whatever his majesty wishes,” he said. “My main function is the keeper of lore.”When we came to my quarters, we stopped.“Is there anything else you care to ask me,” Daeron asked.“No,” I answered. “Not at the moment. You will forgive me if I have offended you in any way. It was not my intention.”“You have not offended me,” he answered. “If I may, I will take my leave.”I nodded and he walked away swiftly. I wanted to return to discovering other caverns but I knew I needed to speak with Mîrwen. She had become more distant and it concerned me greatly. The guards opened our chamber doors. When I entered, Mîrwen was sitting by one of the vaulted windows I walked over to her and looked out. There were gigantic waterfalls flowing into a dark abyss—their roaring waters were a lullaby. Mîrwen looked at me. I could not find the words to say.“How is Oropher,” I asked.“He is sleeping peacefully,” she said.“Very well,” I said. It was all I could think to say.“Uncle is entranced,” she said.“I beg your pardon?”“He has fallen completely under the spell of his wife and queen.”“Yes,” I said perplexed. “They seem quite enamored with each other.”She glared at me.“Why does this not bother you?”“Why does this bother you,” I asked. “You will excuse me if I find no fault with it.”“Of course you would find no fault with it. Why would you?”“That is the very question I should ask of you,” I answered.“You only see what you want to see, Orothôn,” she growled. “Can you for once see what I see?”“No,” I yelled. “I cannot see why you see! I am quite thankful for that! What is wrong with your uncle being in love with his wife, Mîrwen?”“She is not one of us,” she said.“What does that mean,” I asked. “What does that have to do with love?”“Queen Melian is a maiar,” she said.I looked at my beloved and wondered what she was talking about.“Oh,” I said. “That changes everything.”“You do not know what I am saying.”“Mîrwen, you are my wife,” I began. “Of course I do not know what you are saying.”“I never thought they existed,” she said. “I thought they were tales told by my mother to explain the creation of the world.”“So they exist,” I said, “We can move on to other matters.”“What would their children be,” she asked ignoring me.“I would think they would be small at first, then grow as any other child. What does it matter?”She stood up and came to me.“Why does this not bother you, Orothôn?”I looked at the wonder in her eyes.“You want to know why it does not bother me,” I asked.“Yes,” she answered.“Because I do not care.”She frowned at me and I smiled at her.“Be happy for him,” I said. “The nature of being has little to do with how we love; much less with whom.”“I suppose you are right,” she whispered.“Of course I am right,” I answered, embracing her.“There is always a first time for everything,” she said.**** **** **** ****We were alone together—lying in our bed holding one another for the first time within the walls fo a palace. Oropher was no longer sleeping at the end of our bed to hear his parents wisher their love to one another.As we lay, our chamber doors flew open startling us. It was Êlengolas and Valdôr.“Orothôn! Mîrwen!”“Valdôr, what is this madness,” I asked.“Celebriel is about to give birth,” he answered.“If you would be so kind,” Mîrwen said.“Oh,” Êlengolas said. “Of course.”They stepped out of the room. She turned to me and kissed me.“I will see you later,” she said. “We have much to talk about.”She got out of bed and covers herself with her robe and rang for the servants. They came quick and left quicker. Mîrwen smiled at me and left to perform her duties. I rose from our bed and walked over to our window to watch the falls. The doors opened and Êlengolas entered alone.“You could have spared me the lurid details,” he said ringing the servants. He grabbed my robe and threw it over my shoulders.“I apologize, but you do realize this is my bedchamber?”“We are expected in an audience with King Thingol.”Suddenly, several elves entered and dressed me in white and silver chain. When they were done, they dispersed.“What is this,” I asked.“That is what will protect you in battle if it comes to it. Come, now.”I started to feel afraid for the first time in my life. By the time we reached the throne room, it was filled with elves. Among them were Valdôr, Fineär, Galadhon, Galathil, and Denethor. Elmo stood by the side of the throne awaiting the king. When he arrived, all fell quiet.“Darkness surrounds us,” Thingol began. “It wishes to destroy this world and all within it. We must protect all that is good and pure; as the first-born of Eru Ilúvatar, we must prevail. Go and make ready for that day—for it will come.”At the command of the guard, we followed our masters out of the palace, across the bridge and upon the training field. As we learned many techniques, I came to prefer the bow to the sword. Êlengolas would master everything and seem to delight in being a quick study.Valdôr seemed overwhelmed though he managed to form a more strategic way to fight; one that depended more on his wits and less on hand-to-hand combat. After our first lesson, I looked forward to the next.Upon our return to the palace, there was excitement in the air. Mîrwen came to me. She looked at me in horror.“What is the matter,” I asked.“You are dressed for war,” she answered.“Not yet,” I assured her. “Tell me, what has everyone running about?”“Celebriel has given birth to a son,” she said flatly.“That is wonderful. What is he called?”“Celeborn,” she said. “His name is Celeborn.”With that, she turned and walked away. I knew the thought of me going to fight in a war had stolen from her any joy she might have had. As the hall emptied, I noted Oropher with Eldôr, Nimeithel and another elfling. She was an unusually beautiful child with the fairest of skin and the darkest of hair.“Orothôn,” I heard Denethor say. “Did you hear of Galadhon’s son?”“Yes,” I said. “Who is that elfling with Oropher?”“That is the daughter of Thingol and Melian. Her name is Lúthien. Come. Time to get out of this chain.”I followed him away but I could not get that name out of my mind—Lúthien.–TKWR Trilogy Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen by Jaynaé Marie Miller 11-11-2018.Images: ©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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