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tkwrtrilogy · 6 years

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HOW TO READ THE KINGDOM OF THE WOODLAND REALM TRILOGY

I have read complaints from people that seem understandably lost when reading from blog to blog, so I’m going to try to explain it has best as I can (especially now that TKWR Trilogy has a larger audience than originally thought). Most people may not be watching the TKWR Trilogy Newsfeed: @tkwrtnewsfeed often (where I often post free downloadable books now and then--one coming next Wednesday on my Dad’s birthday), so I’ll try to explain how to follow this book.

This is the first blog: the FIRST ONE you should start with. It begins here: https://tkwrtrilogy.tumblr.com/post/135724032251/book-ii-the-saga-of-thranduil-chapter-i-i-am. That’s the very first excerpt from the entire first book (either version).

This is also the first book I started with; it began as one book then it was to be a trilogy about Thranduil and evolve into a trilogy about the multi-generational stories of his family (thus is why the links seem odd versus the titles on the page). This blog is THE FIRST HALF OF BOOK II: THE SAGA OF THRANDUIL.

THE SECOND HALF of BOOK II: THE SAGA OF THRANDUIL starts here: @tkwrtrilogy2. You are taken to the additional 9 chapters of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. It begins here: https://tkwrtrilogy2.tumblr.com/post/147531755302/chapter-i-a-love-beyond-time-pt-i-legolas-was. The chapter titles reflect what would have been the original THIRD BOOK of the ORIGINAL TRILOGY. It was easier to do that than add to this blog because I already had ended what was the original end of Book II.

THE EXTENDED VERSION: First, it’s here: @extendedtkwrtrilogyend. Secondly, it begins before Êlúriel dies in the first (original) versions–i.e., the above two blogs. It begins here: https://extendedtkwrtrilogyend.tumblr.com/post/148916252443/chapter-xviii-ext-the-return-to-shadow-pt-i. The Extended Version starts in the middle of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil and covers parts you read in the first two blogs. The chapter titles reflect the additional titles for the (now) new trilogy (that added 9 chapters and 140+ additional pages). This is part of a SEPARATE BOOK; the extended version of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil.

BOOK I: THE EPIC OF ERYN GALEN

Going back into time: After doing some research to make this entire story appear to work alongside actual Tolkien, I realized that when Oropher dies during the War of the Last Alliance, he was too young to be “awakened” by Lake Cuiviénen; hence I had to create his family while all the while making him related to Celeborn (as Christopher Tolkien said his father said he was but never elaborated). That took about six months and when it was ready, Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen went up here: @tkwrtrilogy3. This is the book I am writing now. I am technically done with Book II and going through editing both versions.

The NEW Book III: THE LAST TALE OF LEGOLAS GREENLEAF (LASGALEN)

I knew that all the generations of the Woodland Royals had to be consistent. Book I is told by Orothôn, father of Oropher and Oropher himself. You can thank Thranduil for making it possible that all generations tell their story from their point of view. So I decided to change what was a diary into a book. So now Legolas is Book III. He can be found here: @trenarnolegolaslasgalen. It will still be written in Sindarin more than the others; as the name suggests it means “The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen”. That will be the last book in the trilogy. Since Legolas is in most of Book II and its extended version, this means Legolas’ book has an extended version. That one is here: @tkwrtrilogylasttale. Nothing’s there yet (obviously). That doesn’t mean I’m not working on it--I am.

The only “updates” to the blogs will be in PDF versions of the books as they are made available periodically (like next week’s download that will last for 24 hours in honor of my father’s birthday). The online versions are the very first rough drafts.

You are reading the evolution of a high fantasy novel based on the Tolkien characters Oropher, Thranduil and Legolas from their point of view (so look for a lot of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings in Legolas’ story (Book III) and a lot of The Silmarillion in Orothôn and Oropher’s point of view in Book I. There will be an end--unlike other fan fictions. Also, unlike other fan fictions, the entire book will have an annotated version--complete with notes for source material for how this book evolved in the first place; when that day comes, you’ll know: This book has 10 TKWRT related blogs.

In conclusion: the first two blogs mentioned here are the same book (Book II: The Saga of Thranduil), the third mentioned is the extended version of the first book which is Book II, Book I (fourth link) is the story of Thranduil’s ancestors and Book III (fifth and sixth links) is Legolas telling his story as his father did in Book II and his great-grandfather and grandfather did in Book I. 😁 I hope this helps somewhat as the story continues to get more detailed and comprehensive.--JMM, author.

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.

Disclaimer: New characters are intermingled with canonical characters–from the books, not the films. My non-canonical characters were created and based solely on Tolkien’s Middle-Earth (on purpose). Though there are events and relationships between new and canonical characters, the story itself is original, there are absolutely no passages, prose or quotes within this story that come from either The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings or any volume on the History of Middle Earth or the History of the War of the Ring written by J.R.R. Tolkien or Christopher Tolkien unless specified (in the form of Tolkien Elvish).**

**Annotated version of The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy by J. Marie Miller (forthcoming).

Spanish and French versions TBA.

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tkwrtrilogylasttale · 7 years

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The elves began a lot and now they will end it with the final chapter of The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy which is Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen. This is the same story found here: @trenarnolegolaslasgalen, only this is the extended version (with the additions from Book II’s extended version--such as his mother, Êlúriel and his sister Isílriel and his newest cousin, Elwen, daughter of Elranduil, cousin of Thranduil).

You are in for another long adventure into Middle-Earth. This will be Journey’s End, but we still have far to go before we see it.

#the last tale of legolas lasgalen #trenarn o legolas lasgalen #book iii #the kingdom of the woodland realm trilogy #tkwr trilogy

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roselightfairy · 3 years

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For @carlandrea, who prompted Thranduil + Gimli. I don’t know exactly what I was intending with this, and I have no idea if it makes narrative or emotional sense, but... it’s all for the Atmosphere, baby. Just go with it.

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Legolas was not often called away for duties when they visited Eryn Lasgalen – not since he had removed to Ithilien and taken the better part of his unit of archers with him. Though he remained yet a prince of Eryn Lasgalen in name, he was lord of Ithilien in deed and in duty, and was treated as such when he returned home.

By his father, at least. His sister had no such reservations, either in the enthusiasm of her greeting or her requests for him upon arrival. She had asked him to accompany her on a brief scouting mission, and – whether out of guilt for having robbed Lasgalen of its most skilled archers, or desire for her company, Gimli knew not – he had agreed. The journey was meant to take them only perhaps a day and a night, and in the meantime Gimli wandered the halls alone.

He had accustomed himself quickly to the caverns where the elves lived: he could find his way under stone well enough, no matter who else might inhabit it. Still, they felt strange to him – instead of the thrumming of warmth that dwarven homes always awoke in his chest – the long-awaited welcome of Erebor; the glorious thrill of Aglarond – these halls rang with an empty loneliness, an ache in his chest as of a missing piece, some long-held sadness. The closest he could come to comparing it was the dimmed ancient glory of Khazad-dûm, but even that was not quite right – there was a diminishing in these halls, an echo of emptiness not of a grandeur now lost, but of a hope never fulfilled. It echoed in his chest, in the sound of his footsteps, flickered in the shadows of ivy on the walls, illuminated by torchlight; it swept across his face in the breeze from the wide windows and skylights.

The halls of Eryn Lasgalen were quiet at night. Elves slept little, so Gimli would have expected bustling, but any reveling that occurred took place out under the stars, and he supposed even elves needed to rest at times. His footsteps were loud on the stone floors, the solid step of a dwarf accustomed to walking where he would, though it felt strangely illicit here, where so few dwarves had been welcome. Gimli was given the freedom to roam where he would in his husband’s home, where his father had been locked away merely for setting foot in the forest, and he felt almost guilty for it, as though he dishonored his father’s trials with every step.

His wandering footsteps took him around a corner, up a set of spiraling steps, and he found himself in a shaded alcove hung with ivy and berries he dared not touch, against a window cut into the stone that looked out over the forest. Gimli folded his arms on the sill and gazed out, noting the rustle of leaves in the darkness, of lights in the distance where elves must be dancing and drinking. He wondered where Legolas was, out there in the forest, beneath the shaded boughs – or among them.

“May I join you?”

The voice came from behind him, practically in his ear; Gimli whirled, nearly choking on his spiking heartbeat. Legolas’s father stood behind him, not as close as he had sounded but still far nearer than he ought to be, for how silently he had approached. He had forgone the crown of leaves tonight; his golden hair streamed loose down his back, and he wore a simple green tunic and a faintly amused smile.

“Of course you may,” said Gimli, his voice rasping as he recovered his breath. “I would not turn you away anywhere in your own halls.”

Thranduil tilted his head as if in acknowledgement of that point and came to join Gimli in gazing out the windows. He left a respectable few inches of space between them, but still Gimli rarely stood so near to Legolas’s father; his nerves hummed in acute awareness of their proximity.

It was silent for a time, and then Thranduil spoke again. “I am sorry to startle you.”

There was just enough upward lilt in his voice, something lighter beneath the dry deadpan, that Gimli risked a flicker of his eyes to the side, a slight incline of his head. “Forgive me, your majesty,” he said, “but I do not think you are.”

Thranduil laughed openly at that, and Gimli restrained a startle at the sound. “Perhaps not,” he allowed. “Sometimes, the temptation to ensure that one has not lost one’s touch is simply . . . irresistible.”

“Perhaps particularly when one is approaching one’s son-in-law?” Gimli suggested, equally dry, and was rewarded with another laugh.

Thranduil’s laughter was more restrained than Legolas’s or even Laerwen’s, as though he were waiting for another punchline, but still the rare mirth felt like a gift – like a sign of favor. “Perhaps,” he said, his smile fading as he turned again out the window. His long fingers came to rest on the sill as though it were an organ and he meant to launch into a piece of music. Like spider legs, Gimli would have once thought them – such was the phrase often used to describe Thranduil in Erebor – in exaggerated tales told after a few drinks only, for Dáin would not condone it. But still it was whispered: the lord of the spiders at the center of a web of greed and deceit.

It was an epithet Gimli would never use again – not after seeing the hatred in Legolas’s eyes when he spoke of the spiders and what all they had taken from his people and his family.

Silence fell between them, but it was not a silence Gimli could read like he could Legolas’s – he knew not whether to speak and break it, or to let it stretch. In absence of intuition, stretch it did, long and taut until something felt about to snap, and finally he could bear it no longer.

“Your halls are beautiful,” he offered, cringing even as the words left his lips. But he had begun, and so he must continue. “The design is like nothing I have seen before.”

“That means much, coming from a dwarf of Erebor,” said Thranduil. His lips pursed, then relaxed. “But even we of the woods make do, when we must.” He gazed out the window again, and Gimli too turned to look out over the woods, the patches of trees light with revelers. He wondered what Thranduil could hear.

Thranduil’s face remained as unreadable as ever, but something in his stance, in the tilt of his head, reminded Gimli abruptly of how Legolas stood when he looked at Ithilien, at the homes elves had built in trees, reveling in their newfound safety. “I know something of making do,” he said slowly. “But I do not think the creation of something beautiful is wholly a loss, even if it comes from sorrow.” He clamped his mouth shut before he could speak further, unsure whose painful memories he might rouse with these words – Thranduil’s, or his own.

Thranduil turned to look sharply at Gimli, his eyes keen as though measuring him. It was not the penetrating stare of the Lady Galadriel, but still Gimli felt somehow tested in his gaze, those cool grey eyes like steel raking over his body. When Thranduil looked away at last, he could not say if he had been found wanting.

“You are more right than even you know, maybe,” Thranduil said at last. “But I will hope for your sake and for Legolas’s that you need never resign yourself to it.” He sighed, and for just a moment his hands tightened their grip on the windowsill, his knuckles flashing white beneath his skin – and then, as though Gimli had imagined it, they were loose again, resting against the stone like on organ keys.

As Gimli floundered for a response, Thranduil straightened beside him, a wave passing through his spine to draw him up even taller than before. “Are you faring well in these halls?” he said. “No one has given you trouble?”

Gimli blinked, shaken by the abrupt change in mood. “Yes,” he said, “yes, everyone is perfectly cordial.” Not perfectly – not with the murmurs in dark corners in the Sindarin that Gimli could understand well enough; not when he sometimes felt a prickle on the back of his neck and heard laughter behind him, though he could not see who followed him. He felt safe enough here, particularly when Legolas was by his side, and that was enough.

“Good.” Thranduil nodded. “Do tell me if at any time our hospitality is less than might be hoped. I would not have my son-in-law treated poorly within my realm.”

“I” – How should he promise to do something he had no intention of doing? “You are kind,” was what he managed at last, a non-answer.

Thranduil’s eyes narrowed shrewdly, and Gimli knew he caught it, but what could he say to such an answer? “I am hardly kind,” was his response. “As you have no doubt been reminded. But I do not make commitments lightly.”

“Nor does your son,” Gimli said, before he could think better of it – thinking of the earnestness of every one of Legolas’s promises, how sincerely he held his word. His heart ached at even this brief separation, at this strange conversation with Legolas’s father while his husband was away, and yet he wondered if Legolas’s sincerity was some gift from his father, undiluted by the years of trial and suspicion that shielded Thranduil’s eyes.

“No,” Thranduil said – soft, a rush of air, almost a sigh. “No, he does not.”

The melancholy that rose between them was entirely different now: not an acknowledgement of past suffering but an unspoken shared knowledge of future regrets that neither of them could help – a shared love for one who had set himself firmly on the path to grief, heedless of what either could wish for him. Gimli had known moments like this before – more often with Thranduil’s daughter than with the king himself – of that sudden kinship, that shared silent sorrow. For a moment, it was all he could feel.

And then, as abruptly as it had begun, the moment was ended and Thranduil had let his hands fall from the sill, stepped back from Gimli’s side. “I will leave you to your thoughts, then,” he said. “Have a pleasant evening, Gimli.”

“And you,” Gimli managed after him, half-stunned in his wake, but Thranduil gave no indication he had heard him but a half-raised hand, as much a dismissal as a farewell, and then he was striding off down the hallway and disappearing into the dark.

He departed as soundlessly as he had arrived.

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stormxpadme · 3 years

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Tolkien OC Week Day 2: Family members

Merilas, Queen of Eryn Galen: The tale too painful to be told

Tell me about her, Legolas demanded that night, once they were both in on their second barrel of Dorwinion and sitting alone by the fire. For what better time was there to demand answers to the one question your father had been avoiding all your life, than when both of you had almost died not too long ago? In these minutes in the dark when they’d been certain, they would not survive this, Thranduil had promised. Tonight, Legolas would not let him off the hook.

His father wordlessly handed him a book he’d brought for this, for first official visit to Cair Andros, after the end of the last crisis in Gondor. Legolas did not understand until he opened it. One of my advisors has surely kept some paintings of her, Thranduil had said at their last good-bye, and when Legolas realized, he was looking at the last proof besides himself that existed in Eryn Lasgalen, that the realm had, indeed, once had a Queen, Legolas’ hands started to shake.

When he looked up, Thranduil had already left the clearing. Some tales were still too painful to be told, even a whole Age later. But at least his father had finally stopped running, and that was as good a beginning as any.

Your mother was raised in the wilderness of Eryn Galen, by a wandering Silvan tribe, the first picture caption said,and there is no elf alive or dead who ever loved these woods more.

Legolas couldn’t help but remembering all the monsters his father had fought to keep Mirkwood protected all this time and instinctively felt like objecting that assessment. Which was probably why he’d been left alone to read. There were some things his father would not hear from anyone, not even from him.

They named her after the bed of flowers she was born in, another image description said, and there was no place in the palace she was rather in than her rose garden. After she left us, it was never the same. It misses her too much.

Legolas wondered if his father had ever even heard people wondering, if he had ever seen how visitors stared in awe at what little meadows and flowerbeds their home in the mountain was able to sustain, confused by how the King managed to keep so much green and beauty around him alive while dark creatures tried to eat most of his woods.

Merilas was a far better leader to our people than I ever learned to be, it said below an image that must be of his father’s and his mother’s coronation. It was a portrait that Legolas knew from the hallways of his home, only the second half of it must have been cut off thousands of years ago. Now it was finally whole again.

Yet Legolas could think of was his father grieving for his late parents and wife for millennia but never following the chance to reunite with them in the west, not as long as there was still a single elf left in their home who needed the guidance of a functioning government.

Your mother loved you the way I failed to, it said under the first image that Legolas ever saw of himself of the time before he’d come of age, in the arms of a she-elf whose face he’d forgotten. What he had never forgotten was his father tucking him in every night once Legolas had understood that his mother would never come home, and spending more than one night uncomfortably crouched next to him in bed or on the floor, because holding on to the softness of his father’s hair had been the only thing comforting Legolas enough to sleep.

Your mother could drink anyone under the table, including me, the next page said. But I’ve never seen her drunk in my life. Unlike me, she knew her limits.

Legolas thought of all those nights after his mother had left when he’d found his father lying half-passed out in his wine cellar, and wondered if maybe his mother had simply not been faced with the same burdens before her death that his father had had to bear for two Ages in a row.

There was no one who spoke the language of the animals in our home like your mother, Legolas read. When the darkness came, she saved many creatures we’d already thought lost. She ran with the foxes, sang with the nightingales and rode white deer instead of horses. It became quiet in the woods when she died. They are still looking for her.

Legolas thought about his father teaching him how to ride a moose and accompanying every single of his mounts to their death. About how he had allowed Legolas to have a whole zoo in his chambers when he’d been little because the voices of the woods was the only thing making the loneliness better. Tears were starting to stain the pages of this collection of precious, rare memories he’d been given here.

When we first met, your mother almost put an arrow through my heart because none of us could speak a word of the other’s language. That was when I knew she was the best archer this realm has ever seen and that she was the one I wanted to wed. I wish she could have watched you in the war. She would have been very proud of you.

Legolas wondered if his father actually remembered that it had been him who had shown Legolas most of what he knew about his skill or if these were things Thranduil had simply chosen to forget.

Your mother did not fear death, and that was what took her in the end, his father wrote, and those last words were blurry by an unsteady hand and salt. She was dealt a mortal wound defending the borders of our lands and our people from the aftermath of war. She would not allow any creature of darkness anywhere near you. When we last talked, she asked me to do the same, and yet I have almost lost you to the shadow of the east countless times. Your mother’s legacy is a documentary of my failure. She was everything I never could be. If we ever see her again, I hope that the memories that you two will build will be better.

Legolas closed the book that had just become one of his biggest treasures with a heavy heart. With a new barrel and two glasses under his arm, he went to see where the King had left off to.

The night was still young, and Thranduil’s visit in his settlement had only just begun, but he wasn’t sure if there would even be enough time left before Thranduil would leave these realms, to at least start trying to make him see how very wrong he was.

Still, Legolas had to try at least. They’d both been running for far too long.

- Tales Untold: SHADOW OF THE DAY (#13) (cut scene)

For @tolkienocweek

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#lord of the rings #and all tolkien lore #dysfunctional elves ftw #lotr #The Lord of the Rings #tolkienocweek #editing #thranduil #merilas #tuffart #tuffcontent #stormys fanfics #lotrart

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thegnotesots · 7 years

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The Official First Season (The First Weird Stories that began about 17 months or so ago while I was working on Book II: The Saga of Thranduil) will go up first, then comes The Official Second Season (The Second Weird Stories that will be going on will I’m working on Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen) will follow. Please be patient–there are as much of this thing as there are the @eeveningpostcomics (where the M-E Funnies go) as there are of trilogy stories (and blogs–this thing just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I pretty sure I’ll be renewed for The Official Third Season–I have a third book–Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen. All I can say is, enjoy.

The Star of The G-Notes: O.T.S. (Thranduil, Elvenking of Everything according to anyone he’s paid to agree with him).

Co-Star of The G-Notes: O.T.S. (Peter Jackson (PJ), the director that accidentally gave his set to Thranduil in the first season).

Co-Star of The G-Notes: O.T.S. (Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain he got after making a deal with Thranduil. Really wonders who’s the guy staring at him because it’s starting to annoy him).

Also Starring:

Kíli and Fíli–yeah, they’re just the shorter versions of their other co-stars

Bard the Bowman and Legolas (They do whatever Thranduil tells them to do)

The Drama King (Yeah, he will be doing the Drama–goes by the name Smaug)

Bilbo Baggins (currently not giving anyone the bird.

Elrond and Lindir (they’re in the middle of everything).

Gandalf (he’s got a laptop and knows how to use it).

Tauriel (She’s cute, isn’t she)

And introducing Special Guest Star:

Will Turner (who somehow just looks like Bard and Legolas–uncanny and he’s not even in this franchise)

You’ll laugh, you’ll laugh more and probably get confused at times with film/book references and witty banter telling a ridiculously insane yet wickedly popular tale of Thranduil pretty much getting whatever he wants and somehow balancing an entire cast and crew perfectly while doing it.

Because I had to do something on a slow day.

#on the set #gif notes #wow #this is going to be interesting #don't i have a book to write #yeah #i should get on that #i also should be sleeping #eh #who cares #i have to write #and by write i mean #all day #every day #non stop #because i have no life #i have no sense of humor #that i'm aware of #enjoy

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jmmauthoroftkwrtrilogy · 7 years

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WE’VE ONLY JUST BEGUN: THIS STORY IS FAR FROM OVER

I’m preparing to begin Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen. For those who think I am done with Thranduil, that couldn’t be more further from the truth. I still have to complete Book II: The Extended Version. Also, Thranduil will rise again. He does have to be born.

The BIGGEST Secret to The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy is that the stories overlap--they have to so the POV is seamless. So you will have far more Thranduil than you could possibly ask for. The POV just changes. So Oropher will have far more interaction with Thranduil--especially in his early childhood. Legolas will have more interaction with Thranduil--from his point of view.

Each elf tells his story from his point of view. So a lot of things you’ll see again in certain places writing from another perspective. That is the hardest thing to do because on top of integrating each story into another, I have to integrate their story into Tolkien. It is a perilous and laborious task; extremely challenging but I like doing it.

Oropher will have memories of Thranduil that Thranduil may not remember (as with anyone in reality) so Thranduil is far from done. He’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Never mind Oropher’s father, Orothôn. (with the Prologue written by Iarûr (you met in Book II: The Saga of Thranduil).

Thranduil’s work in Mirkwood is far from over. The editing has to take place--there are things yet to be put in that were lost and recovered, characters added or names changed--all that have to be done to get him properly completed and ready to go off on his next journey.

There are three versions of his story alone going on simultaneously. If you have read Book II: The Saga of Thranduil here: @tkwrtrilogy and @tkwrtrilogy2, or even the first draft/hard copy in PDF: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5aEKM0HC5bcTUkzZzdWT0UtcFk/view?usp=sharing, you’ve only scratched the service of everything there is to know about Thranduil and the Woodland Realm. He’s become his own mini franchise, as it were--with readers falling all over to get a glimpse of the first “Middle-Earth” novel written in 62 years--canon or otherwise (and in excruciating detail to have it fit into Tolkien’s Middle-Earth. Down to the names of new characters, places and objects, everything has to ‘sound’ Tolkien-esque even if the story is original).

There are backstories to complete, The Writings, updating the Appendix: @tkwrtlegends (yeah, that one needs fixing and additions). That one is for all three books so I would check in on that one for the next few years. It has become so detailed, I have to use my own appendix next to Tolkien’s books, The Peoples of Middle-Earth and The History of Middle-Earth Index.

Thranduil is not done telling his story--Chapter XXXI of Book II is in Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen. There is a reason for that. So the “saga” of Thranduil is not completed--not even close.

Since it went online for at week (there is two days left before I take it down and begin in earnest Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen, it has had a lot of activity around the world, I can say. I’m proud of what I’ve done, but I have a long way to go to get him “book” ready to read by the powers that be. Both versions will go out at the same time (not including the annotated version) and there are the literary aesthetics of it all. This is only the beginning of the journey to wherever Thranduil and his elves will go.

With his first Spanish language review (from Ecuador), Thranduil seems to impress.

“Congratulations on the book! I have followed it chapter by chapter and it's a beautiful story based on one of the less well-known characters from Tolkien. I am a historian, and let me tell you that your work is just great. I can't wait to read the other books. A huge hug from Quito, Ecuador.”

That was from a historian familiar with Tolkien. Thranduil’s journey has been worth everything I’ve gone through and everything left to come. I know my father would be proud at how far both of us have come. I look forward to where we have left to go.--J.

#tkwr trilogy #thranduil #the saga of thranduil #book ii #the kingdom of the woodland realm trilogy #this is thranduil's time to shine #where do we go from here #mirkwood rising #it's not over #we have far more to go

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tkwrtlegends · 7 years

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This is the first draft of the Official Appendix of The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy. Most of the characters are from Book II: The Saga of Thranduil with Tolkien Canonical Characters and a few Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen (some will appear in Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen) that are mentioned.

Some names have been changed (and some may change) so if you’ve been reading the books, some names belonging to some characters might appear differently here. That is in the process of being edited in the entire trilogy--especially Book II: The Saga of Thranduil which is due to be completed within the next few days. Still a work in progress; subject to change. This is easier to follow than the last post which even confuses me. 😁

Don’t get too comfortable: There are more characters and names coming. I have three books you realize.

C = Canonical. EV = Extended Version/s. *Mentioned.

Appendix (Alphabetical Order)

Adanor—Commander of the Army under Isildur; he had long hair—a deep earthen color with green eyes that reflected a commanding, yet kind presence.

Amdir (C)—King of Lórien, father of Amroth. He died in the War of the Last Alliance at the Battle of Dagorlad.

Amroth (C)—Son of Amdir and lover of Nimrodel. After the War of the Last Alliance, he would die waiting for Nimrodel.

Aldáros—An orphaned Silvan elf from the War of the Last Alliance.

Anárion (C)—Son of Elendil and brother of Isildur. He would die in the War of the Last Alliance.

Annariel—Mother of Êlúriel, husband of Nendúril. She was killed during the Second Age.

Aradin—Commander of the King’s Archers in Eryn Galen and a Noldo. Long black hair soft as silk against delicate features across the fairest skin and features with piercing grey eyes. He is the father of Ardúin, Linurial and Súlthulë. He is wedded to Aralótë.

Aradûial—Daughter of Aruilos and Nimlúin. She has her father’s long white golden hair in and mother’s light brown eyes.

Aradúlin—Daughter of Tarthôn and Ëariâth. When she grows up she would marry Elendôr, son of Ardôr and Ninyávë. She has her father’s golden red hair and her mother’s grey eyes.

Aragorn (C)—Son of Arathorn II, descendent of Isildur; heir of Gondor.

Aralótë—Wife of Aradin, mother of Ardúin, Linurial and Súlthulë. She is a beautiful elf with long golden hair and piercing bright blue eyes. Lady of the Court in Eryn Galen.

Aramír—Older brother of Aramoth and son of Nînuir and Linlúin. He has golden hair and eyes the color of eyes of violet ice. Wedded to Tínandril. He is Marchwarden of the North.

Aramoth—Younger brother of Aramír and son of Nînuir and Linlúin. Much as his brother, he had long golden hair but his eyes were a sharp blue. He is wedded to Nenloth. Marchwarden of the South.

Árendil—Youngest daughter of Sírnên and Ninduril, sister of Nínorë. With eyes of vivid emerald, she had a cascade of long golden tendrils that even I thought beautiful in the sunlight. She is wedded to Melros. After the death of her husband, she went into the Undying Lands with her husband’s mother, leaving her son, Tarthôn with Thranduil.

Aranduil—Son of Elendôr and Aradúlin. Thranduil and Elranduil are his grandfathers. He’s very close to his cousins Nenduîl Nárisil and Tárimë Silmë.

Arasílmë—Wife of Eldúir. Their daughter is Aryávë, one of the most beautiful elves in Eryn Galen.

Arawë—Son of Isílsar and Celebríl.

Areithel—Wife of Arísil, mother of Orísi. She died before the War of the Last Alliance leaving her son and husband in sorrow.

Arísil—High Council and Commander of the Army under Gil-galad. He had long golden brown hair and eyes the color of the sea. His wife was Areithel, mother of his son Orísil, orphaned at Dagorlad when he died.

Andvári—“Gentle-Breeze” with hair and beard of white gold, he is a member of the Council of King Durin III of Khazâd-dûm.

Ardôr—Son of Elranduil and Ardúin. He had his father’s hair and his mother’s eyes save for hints of the color of the sea. Perhaps it came from his Noldorin roots long since passed into lore. When he grows up he will wed Ninyávë. (Prince of Mirkwood: Ardôr Elranduilion)

Ardúin—One of the daughters of Aradin and Aralótë She was an unusual elf in Eryn Galen. She was what was left of the Noldor. With long soft waves the color of the feathers of a raven, she the most unusual piercing eyes one could only describe as golden grey. She is wedded to Elranduil.

Árelë—Son of Elmîr and Aryávë. He will marry Êleníel, daughter of Sildôr and Nínorë. He has the impeccable beauty of his mother, long golden hair with blue eyes like his father. His sister is Silaurë.

Arlómë—Mother of Melros and wife of Eldûmír. She is the fairest of the Silvan, if there be such a thing. Deep blue eyes and long auburn hair with skin near white as snow. After losing her husband and son in the War of the Last Alliance, she left for the Undying Lands.

Aruilos—Younger brother of Ëariâth, son of Nimlos and Sildúriel. Husband of Nimlúin.

Arlúin—Daughter of Aramoth and Nenloth, wife of Orísil, mother of Eleneth.

Arímë—A peredhel; Wife of Haldúir, mother to Súlelenth. Cousin Êlúriel, Nenloth and Nimlos. Her father Gildúr married her mother, a mortal woman named Sirurial.

Arnîn—Daughter of Aramír and Tínandril, Wife of Randúmîr.

Arod (C)—Legolas’ horse from Rohan (LOTR).

Asfaloth (C)—Glorfindel’s horse (LOTR).

Aryávë—Daughter of Eldúir and Arasílmë. She is the cousin of Aramír and Aramoth. She was chosen of Thranduil but she will wed Elmîr.

Aurëwyn—Wife of Bard (II) of Dale. She is the mother of Bain. She is a direct descendant of Haldúir, father of Súlelenth.

Aûrvar—A second age dwarf serving on the Council of King Durin III of Khazâd-dûm and brother of Jári, General Commander of the Army. He had hair and beard the color of fire.

Aûstri—“East-One”, he is one of the Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm with golden hair and beard. See Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm.

Bain (II)—Son of Bard (II). He is the direct descendant of Bard the Bowman.

Bain I (C)—Son of Bard of Esgaroth and descendant of Girion.

Balin (C)—Balin, older brother of Dwalin, son of Fundin. He would die in Moria.

Bard I (C)—Bard the Bowman, he would bring down Smaug and lead the men of Esgaroth in the Battle of the Five Armies.

Bard II (C)—Son of Brand, son of Bain (I). He would take his father’s throne after he dies during the Second Battle of Dale during the War of the Ring. He resembles his great grandfather Bard (I).

Bain—Son of Bard (II) and Aurëwyn. He is the direct descendent of Bard the Bowman, his great great grandfather. He bears a resemblance to his great grandfather Bain.

Beorn (C)—Skin changer; he would kill Bolg during the Battle of the Five Armies.

Bifur (C)—Dwarf; cousin of Bofur and Bombur.

Bofur (C)—Dwarf; older brother of Bombur; cousin of Bifur. From Moria, not of the line of Durin.

Bombur (C)—Dwarf; younger brother of Bofur cousin of Bifur. From Moria, not from line of Durin.

Brand I (C)—Son of Bain, son of Bard (I). He would die during the Second Battle of Dale during the War of the Ring alongside King Dáin II Ironfoot of Erebor.

Brelin (EV)—Wife of Bard the Bowman (Bard I) and mother of Bain.

Brendîr—A commander of the Army under Anárion.

Celeborn (C)—Lord of Lothlórien and husband of Galadriel. Son of Galadhon and brother of Galathil.

Celebrían (C)—Wife of Elrond and daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel. Mother of Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen Undómiel.

Celebril—Daughter of Súriar and Náriel.

Círdan (C)—Lord of the Falas; first bearer of the Narya.

Culdúros—Tarthôn’s horse. A brown stallion with long red mane and tail. His name means Golden Red Night Foam.

Dáin II Ironfoot (C)—Dwarf; cousin of Thorin Oakenshield. He would become the King of Erebor after the death of Thorin during the Battle of the Five Armies.

Dís (C)—Dwarf, sister of Thorin Oakenshield and Frerin; wife of Stíahn and mother of Fíli and Kíli.

Dori (C)—Dwarf; brother of Ori and Dori from the house of Durin.

Durin (C)—King Durin III, Ruler of Khazâd-dûm (Moria) at the time of the War of the Last Alliance.

Durin (C)—son of Thorin III Stonehelm of Erebor. (LOTR Appendix)

Dwalin (C)—Dwarf, younger brother of Balin, son of Fundin.

Ëariâth—Daughter of Nimlos and Sildúriel. Sister of Aruilos. She had grey eyes with hair like her father—dark as night. When she grew up, she would wed Tarthôn.

Ëarmîr—Nephew of Celeborn and Galathil.

Elarían—Orphan elven child of the Nandor. When she grows up, she would wed Elenadar.

Êldúlin—Daughter of Randúmîr and Arnîn. She has long sand colored hair of her father’s and her mother’s moss green eyes.

Eldôr—Husband to Valdúril, he was tall and fair; with the palest grey eyes of any Sindar. Long and fine was his fair like that of King Oropher, the color the purest gold. So yellow it was that often when he would wander into the sun, it seemed to sparkle as a thousand stars.

Elenadar—Son of Fëaluin and Linurial, twin brother of Elenatar.

Elenatar—Son of Fëaluin and Linurial, twin brother of Elenadar.

Êlengolas*—Pure Sindar with long golden hair and eyes to color of ice. Father of Nimeithel and Valdúril. Wedded to Valdúmîr.

Eleniâth— Wife of Galdúmîr, mother of Fëaluin and Fínduin. She was a Silvan elf, with long waves of the finest brown hair and eyes of dark grey.

Elendôr—Youngest son of Ardôr and Ninyávë, younger brother of Êlenuil and older of [Elwen]. Father of Aranduil. He is wedded to Aradúlin.

Elendil (C)—Father of Isildur and Anárion. High King of Arnor and Gondor.

Êleneth—Daughter of Orísil and Arlúin.

Êleníel—Daughter of Sildôr and Nínorë. She has the long golden hair of her mother and her father’s sky blue eyes.

Elenlúin—Entering Eryn Galen as a child, she was the sister of Elarían. When she became of age, she would wed Elenatar.

Êlenuil—Known as the Everstar because he is the first royal born to carry the bloodlines of the Teleri: Sindarinwa, Noldor and Nandor but also the Silvan. He is the son of Ardôr and Ninyáre and older brother of Elendôr.

Elenorn—High Council and Commander of the Army under King Amdir.

Eldúir—Brother of Linlúin. He was a High Elven Warrior in the Army of Oropher. He is wedded to Arasílmë.

Eldûmír—Father of Melros. A Sinda, he was a trusted member of Oropher’s council as well as a warrior. He would die in the War of the Last Alliance.

Elmîr—Son of Sildúr, brother of Tínandril.

Eluin—Êlúriel’s horse. A wedding gift from Thranduil. White mare with white mane and tail.

Elranduil—Son of Eldôr and Valdúril, sister of Queen Nimeithel of Eryn Galen.

Elrond (C)—Son of Earendil and Elwing; Lord of Rivendell.

Êlúriel—Wife of Thranduil, mother of Legolas Lasgalen and Isilriel Elenare (EV) and foster mother of Tarthôn. In the original version of TSOT, she was killed by an orc while defending Thranduil.

Elwen (EV)—Daughter of Elranduil and Ardúin. Sister of Ardôr and Orísil. She is very close to her cousin, Isílriel.

Erestor (C)—Chief Counsellor of the house of Elrond.

Fângil (See Minstrel of the Rhovanion)

Fëaluin—One of Thranduil’s best friends from childhood. Wedded to Linurial. He becomes the head of Council for Thranduil after the War of the Last Alliance.

Fëaruin—Horse of Amdir. He is a red stallion with red man and tail. His name means Red Flame Spirit.

Fíli (C)—Dwarf; younger brother of Kíli and a son of Stíahn and Dís and an heir of Durin.

Fínduin—Brother of Fëaluin. He died in the War with his father, Galdúmîr. He left behind his wife, Sinomë.

Findúril—Father of Nimlos and Nenloth, brother of Nendúril. He died fighting orcs in Ossiriand. He is wedded to Nimduin.

Findôl—Eastern Border Guard. Brother of Sildôr and Sinomë. Son of Finëar and Nenduriel. He is wedded to Súlthulë, daughter of Aradin and Aralótë.

Finëar—Member of the council of Oropher. He was a timid one, yet he was diplomatic and forthright; his grey eyes shining beneath the long golden hair of the Sindar. Father of Sildôr, Findôl and Sinomë.

Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm—The Dwarf Warrior Factions are split into four fighting forces or battalions named for their commanders that are named for the direction of the Winds.

Gandalf (C)—A Maiar known by many names (Mithrandir among the elves). The Gray Wanderer sent to Middle Earth around 1000 T.A. after the loss of the One Ring with Radagast (Aiwendil) and Saruman (Curunír).

Galadhon (C)*—Son of Elmo; father of Celeborn and Galathil.

Galadriel (C)—Lady of Lothlórien; wife of Celeborn; mother of Celebrían.

Galdúmîr—Commander of the King’s Army, father of Fëaluin and Fínduin. Wedded to Eleniâth.

Galathil (C)—Father of Nimloth wife of Dior; he is the son of Galadhon and brother of Celeborn.

Gimli (C)—Son of Glóin, he is the last heir of Durin.

Gil-galad (C)—The Last High-elven kings of Middle-Earth.

Gildúril—Horse of Aruilos. White stallion with red mane and tail. His name means Brilliant Night Star.

Gildúr—Late father of Arímë, brother of Annariel, mother of Êlúriel. He died in the same glamhoth attack trying to save his sister.

Glóin (C)—Dwarf; younger brother of Óin and son of Gróin. He is the father of Gimli.

Glorduir—Oropher’s horse. Golden stallion with white mane and tail.

Glorfindel (C)—Rider of Asfaloth; Elf from Imladris/Rivendell.

Gollum (C)—Once known as Sméagol, he was the first victim of the One Ring. He was brought to Mirkwood by Aragorn but escaped the dungeons of Thranduil.

Haldir (C)—Marchwarden of Lothlórien; brother of Rúmil and Orophin.

Haldúir—Man from Esgaroth. He is married to Arímë. Their daughter is Súlelenth, wife of Êlenuil. He finds out that his wife was the daughter of Gildúr, brother of Annariel, mother of Êlúriel.

Hithloth—Elenatar’s horse. A dark silver stallion with long white mane and tail. His name means Mist Flower.

Hîthuin—Horse of Amroth. Dust brown stallion with a light brown mane and tail. His name is Ever Mist.

Iarûr—Royal Chronicler of the Woodland Realm. He is a Sinda. Long golden hair and sharp grey eyes. When he leaves for the Undying Lands after the Battle of the Five Armies, his son Súriar.

Isildur (C)—Son of Elendil and brother of Anárion. He would steal the One Ring from Sauron.

Isílion—An escort to Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien.

Isílriel (EV)—[Daughter] and youngest child of Thranduil and [Êlúriel], foster sister of Tarthôn and sister of Legolas. Her throne name is Isílriel Elenáre Thranduiliel.

Isílsar—Husband of Celebríl; father of Arawë.

Jári—Jári: Warrior (General Commander) With hair and beard the color of fire, he was gruff, but noble. Brother of Aûrvar.

Kíli (C)—Dwarf; older brother of Kíli and a son of Stíahn and Dís and an heir of Durin.

Lasiavas—Legolas’ horse in Mirkwood. Light silver-mist colored stallion with long black mane and tail. He was born of Eluin, sired by Sûldúmîr. When he was born, everyone thought he was a gift from Êlúriel because he was different than all the other horses. His name means “Autumn Leaf”.

Lasimë—Legolas’ pet squirrel. His name means “Leafy” in Quenya.

Legolas (C)—Son of Thranduil and [Êlúriel], foster brother of [Tarthôn] and older brother of [Isílriel]. As a Prince of Mirkwood, he joins the Fellowship of the Ring as one of the Nine Walkers. His throne name is Legolas Lasgalen Thranduilion.

Lindûmír—Wife of Sildúr, mother of Tínandril and Elmîr. She had long golden red hair and eye of sky blue. After the War of the Last Alliance, she left with others to Aman.

Linlúin—Mother of Aramír and Aramoth. She had long golden hair with clear eyes of fine blue like foam upon the ocean.

Linurial—Daughter of Aradin and Aralótë, she is the sister of Ardúin and Súlthulë. She is wedded to Fëaluin.

Líri (EV)—Horse of Isílriel. Golden white horse with white mane and tail. Her name means “song”.

Lothluin*—Mother to Eldôr. She is a Noldor.

Mãndil—A commander of the Army under Anárion.

Melros—Best friend of Thranduil; he would die in the War of the Last Alliance. He was wed to Árendil and their son was Tarthôn.

Meláze—Chief Blacksmith in Eryn Galen. When not covered in soot, he is a rather handsome elf with soft extremely light brown hair—near the color of sand—and blue eyes. He is wedded to Náruiel. He is a Silvan.

Minstrel of the Rhovanion—Lyricist and a teller of folk tales. Sometimes goes by the name Fângil.

Mîráre—Daughter of Tatháron and Tárwen; sister of Ninyáre. Her long golden hair and eyes of silver were hard to avoid. She is the love of Legolas and is known to him as Lasuil.

Mírwen—Mother of Oropher, grandmother of Thranduil, great grandmother of Legolas. She was one of the fairest of the Sindarinwa of her time and very unusual. Her skin was near white, her eyes deep grey with long hair of the lightest gold.

Mithrandir (C)—See Gandalf.

Nármoth—Elenadar's horse. A red stallion with long black mane and tail. His name means Fire Dusk.

Náruiel—Wife of Meláze, mother of Tatháron. She has long golden hair and grey eyes. She is an Sinda.

Nenduîl Nárisil—Son of Êlenuil and Súlelenth and twin brother of Tárimë Silmë. His throne name is Nenduîl Nárisil Êlenuilion.

Nenduriel—Lady to Nimeithel. Wedded to Finëar. Mother of Sildôr, Findôl and Sinomë.

Nendúril—Father of Êlúriel, husband of Annariel.

Nenloth—She is the sister of Nimlos, friend and lady to Êlúriel as Queen of Eryn Galen. She is wedded to Aramoth.

Nimeithel—Mother of Thranduil, wife of Oropher; sister of Valdúril.

Nimduin—Mother of Nimlos and Nenloth; wife of Findúril. She has dark hair and brown eyes.

Nimísil—Horse of Orísil. White golden stallion with white mane and tail. His name means White Moon.

Nimlos—Cousin of Êlúriel, brother of Nenloth. He is wedded to Sildúriel.

Nimlúin—Daughter of Fínduin and Sinomë. She is wedded to Aruilos.

Nimríel—Wife of Iarûr, mother of Súriar.

Nimrodel (C)—The love of Amroth, Prince of Lórien.

Ninduril—Wife of Sírnên, mother of Árendil and Nínorë, she is a Sindar married to a Noldor. She leaves with Árendil after the War of the Last Alliance.

Nínorë—The younger sister of Árendil and daughter of Sírnên and Ninduril. She is wedded to Sildôr.

Nînuir—Father of Aramír and Aramoth; he was charge of the Army of Eryn Galen under Galdúmîr and Eldûmír. He is wedded to Linlúin.

Ninyáre—Daughter of Tatháron and Tárwen; sister of Mîráre. She marries Ardôr.

Nithí—One of the Council of Durin; “Old Moon” (Gold hair and beard), he’s the older brother of Nyí.

Nori (C)—Dwarf; brother of Ori and Dori from the house of Durin.

Northri—“North-One” (Black hair and beard); one of the Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm. See Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm.

Nyí—One of the Council of Durin; “New Moon” (Black hair and beard), he is the younger brother of Nithí.

Óin (C)—Dwarf, son of Gróin and older brother of Glóin.

Ori (C)—Dwarf; brother of Nori and Dori from the house of Durin.

Orísil—Son of Arísil and Areithel from Ossiriand. He was orphaned after following his father off to war. He was adopted by Elranduil. When he grows up, he will marry Arlúin, daughter of Aramoth and Nenloth.

Oropher (C)—Father of Thranduil, husband of Nimeithel.

Orophin (C)—Brother of Rúmil and Haldir of Lothlórien.

Orothôn*—Father of Oropher, grandfather of Thranduil, great grandfather of Legolas. Far more intimidating than his descendants, Orothôn had finest and longest hair of the Sindar in Doriath.

Radagast (C)—Known as Aiwendil, he was sent to Middle-Earth with Gandalf and Saruman around 1000 T.A. after the loss of the One Ring. He is located at the Southwestern borders of the Rhovanion.

Randúmîr—An orphan child from Ossiriand. Hair the color of sand with eyes of the shallows of the sea. He was an unusually quiet child. When he became of age, he would wed Arnîn.

Rúmil (C)—An elf from Lothlorien; brother of Haldir and Orophin.

Saruman (C)—Known as Curunír, he was sent to Middle-Earth with Gandalf and Radagast around 1000 T.A. after the loss of the One Ring.

Silaurë—Daughter of Elmîr and Aryávë, sister of Árelë. She will marry Târuil, son of Findôl and Súlthulë.

Síldúlos—Horse of Ardôr. Given to him by his father, Elranduil. He is a stallion the color of red earth with a white mane and tail. His name means Shine White Night Snow.

Sildôr—Western Border Guard with long earthen brown hair and grey blue eyes. Brother of Findôl and Sinomë. Son of Finëar and Nenduriel. He is married to Nínorë, daughter of Sírnên and Ninduril.

Sildúriel—Silvan of the court of Eryn Galen/Mirkwood/Eryn Lasgalen; wife of Nimlos, mother of Ëariâth and Aruilos.

Sílrandor—Son of Elenatar and Elenlúin. Twin brother of Sûlrandír.

Sinomë—Wife of Fínduin. She dies of grief at the loss of her husband during the War of the Last Alliance. She is the youngest child and only daughter of Finëar and Nenduriel, sister of Sildôr and Findôl.

Sîrandír—Son of Elenadar and Elarían. Twin brother of Sîrandor.

Sîrandor—Son of Elenadar and Elarían. Twin brother of Sîrandír.

Síran—Second Commander of the Army under Isildur.

Sîrluin—Elranduil’s horse. Silver blue stallion with the long mane of midnight. His name means Blue Stream.

Sírnên—Father of Arandil and Nínorë. He is a member of Oropher’s council. He has long black hair and dark brown eyes. He is one of the few Noldor in Eryn Galen. He is wedded to Ninduril.

Sirurial—Late mortal mother of Arímë. She had light brown eyes and long dark blonde hair.

Stíahn—Dwarf from Ered Luin; husband of Dís and father of Fíli and Kíli.

Sûldúmîr—Thranduil’s horse. Silver stallion with white mane and tail. His name means Spirit Night Jewel.

Súlelenth—Wife of Êlenuil, the Everstar. She is of the Race of man as the daughter of Haldúir and Arímë. She is the mother of Nenduîl Nárisil and Tárimë Silmë.

Sûlrandír—Son of Elenatar and Elenlúin. Twin brother of Sílrandor.

Súlthulë—Daughter of Aradin and Aralótë. Her sisters are Linurial and Ardúin. She is wedded to Findôl, son of Finëar and Nenduriel.

Súriar—Son of Iarûr and Nimríel and a Chronicler of Eryn Galen/Mirkwood/Eryn Lasgalen.

Sûthri—Sûthri: South-One (Brown hair and beard); one of the Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm. See Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm.

Tárimë Silmë--Daughter of Êlenuil and Súlelenth, twin sister of Nenduil Nárisil. Her throne name is Tárimë Silmë Êlenuiliel.

Tárion—An escort to Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien.

Tarthôn—Son of Melros and Árendil. Árendil left him in the care of Thranduil after the death of Melros and went into the Undying Lands. He was raised as part of Thranduil’s household. He was wedded to Ëariâth.

Târuil—Son of Findôl and Súlthulë, he looks like his father long golden red hair with his mother’s blue eyes.

Tárwen—Wife of Tatháron; mother of Ninyáre and Mîráre.

Tatháron—Son of Meláze and Náruiel. He is half Silvan and half Sindar. He marries Tárwen.

Thekker—Dwarf, father of Stíahn.

Thráin I (C)—Dwarf; Son of Náin I.

Thranduil (C)—Son of Oropher and Nimeithel, husband of Êlúriel and father of Legolas and Isílriel (EV) and foster father of Tarthôn.His throne name is Thranduil Tárisil Oropherion.

Thorin Oakenshield (C)—Son of Thráin, son of Thrór; heir of Durin. He would lose his life at the Battle of the Five Armies (the first Battle of Dale).

Thorin III (C)—Dwarf, Son of Dáin II Ironfoot.

Tínandril—Daughter of Sildúr. Her brother is Elmîr. The color of sunset was her long straight hair with eyes the color of moss. Her skin was as white as winter, flawless and serene. She is wedded to Aramír.

Valdôr*—Father of Eldôr. He is a Sindar. His son took from him his long golden hair and grey eyes.

Valdúmîr*—Pure Sindar from Doriath, with pale skin and long hair as the silver snow. She had eyes of pale blue. Wife of Êlengolas, Mother of Nimeithel and Valdúril.

Valdúril—Sister to Queen Nimeithel. As with her sister, her skin was flawless. Her hair was as long as my mothers, but to it was far more golden. Her eyes shone of with a gentle grey, like wisps of smoke with a hint of my mother’s blue. She was very close to my mother, so much that yes, their children had similar names.

Vestri—“West-One” (Auburn hair and beard); one of the Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm. See Four Winds of Khazâd-dûm.

Vindalf (Thúlé)—A Maiar; he arrived with Gandalf in c. 1000 T.A. on the shores of Mithlond. He didn’t get the distinguished “Gray” until after the death of Gandalf in Moria.

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Allan, Jim, ed. An Introduction to Elvish and to other tongues and proper names and writing systems of the Third Age of the Western Lands of Middle Earth as Set Forth in the Published Writings of Professor John Ronald Reuel Tolkien. ©1978 The Bath Press. All Rights Reserved.

Foster, Robert. Tolkien’s World from A to Z: The Complete Guide to Middle-Earth From The Hobbit Through The Lord of the Rings and Beyond. New York: Del-Rey Books, 2001

Tolkien, J.R.R. The Peoples of Middle-Earth. ed. by Christopher Tolkien. London: HarperCollinsPublishers, 2015.

Tolkien, J.R.R. The History of Middle-Earth Index. ed. by Christopher Tolkien. London: HarperCollinsPublishers, 2002.

Tolkien, J.R.R. The Lost Road and Other Writings. ed by Christopher Tolkien. New York: Del-Rey Books, 1987.

This list does not include new places and/or objects at this time--and there are a few. This also is the abbreviated version of the original--the actual one is far more detailed and tedious. Baby steps.--J.

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Newsfeed #136 August 23, 2023 (23 Urimë)

You are probably wondering where I went. Well, someone like this series. And so at the moment, they are looking to publish the entire Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy. Yes, so, if everything goes according to plan, you will be able to buy the books.

At the moment I do not have to change a thing, but if I get the green light the way it is planned, this page will only exist, and all the other ones: @tkwrtrilogy, @tkwrtrilogy2, @tkwrtrilogy3, @extendedtkwrtrilogyend, @trenarnolegolaslasgalen, @tkwrtrilogylasttale, @oflordsandkingstkwrtbook @tkwrtlegends @tkwrtsongofsevenrivers will be abandoned as I will have to work with the publisher to bring the books to a worldwide audience.

Now, they did mention a series, but I'm not going to put the cart before the horse. I'm a realist first, and a truly diabolical human second. But this HUGE NEWS, yes. Thranduil began here in 2015 as the last of many Middle-Earth stories of the Elvenking, and he slowly rose to heights I could have never imagined. I hope I will be allowed to continue working here (should everything go as planned), and allow me to continue to entertain you as a published author. This will be another era for me and the Middle Earth of J.R.R. Tolkien. Thank You.--JMM (@jmmauthoroftkwrtrilogy @iamjaynaemarie)

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Chapter V: The Fall of Dol Guldur (Pt. II)

“Before the sun rose, I went to see about Nenduîl and Tárimë. They slept soundly in their chambers as I watched them—their innocence I protected and coveted. Time had kept from me memories of my youth. I could barely remember when I was their age.

“Ada,” Tárimë said softly as she sat up. “Are you going away again?”

“Yes,” I answered as I sat beside her. “But not for long.”

“I do not like it when you go away,” she said.

“Nor do I, Tárimë,” I said holding her. “Do you think I like being away from you and your brother?”

“No,” she answered. “But when you are gone, Nenduîl teases me all the time.”

“I do not,” Nenduîl said as he walked over. “You tease me all the time.”

“That is because you are just awful,” his sister said. “Boys are just awful.”

“Ada is boy,” he said. “You think he is awful as well?”

“No,” she said. “Just you and Aranduil.”

“Come now,” I started. “Be nice. I do not want to leave thinking you are not getting along.”

“We get on alright,” Nenduîl said. “When Tárimë is elsewhere.”

“Nenduîl.”

“What,” he asked. “I like my sister. Sometimes.”

“You wish me to leave and worry about you while I am gone,” I asked.

“No,” they said.

Nenduîl sat beside me as his sister climbed on my lap.

“So I have your word you will be good for Eldôr?”

“Yes, Ada” Tárimë said. We like him. He tells us lots of stories. Just like great grandfather.”

“Is it true you ran around without anything on when you were little,” Nenduîl asked.

“I did no such thing,” I said. “Now back to bed both of you.”

“You did do that,” Tárimë said giggling.

I kissed her forehead and tucked her in as she continued to giggle. I picked up Nenduîl and carried him to his bed and tucked him in.

“Behave,” I said, kissing his forehead. “I will return.”

“Yes, Ada,” he said. As I left the room, I could here them both giggling.

When the doors were shut I made my way down the hall where I met Fëaluin, Nimlos and Elranduil.

“Let us leave now,” I said. “Pray we return before the call comes from Lothlórien.”

We made our way out of the gates where our horses were prepared.

“Elranduil,” I asked. “Where would Nenduîl get the idea I ran around without anything on when I was little?”

He laughed as he and the others mounted their horses.

“Do not look at me, cousin,” he said. “It must have been Father. I did not say a word. I hardly remember, it was so long ago.”

“You mean to say it is true,” Nimlos asked. “I thought you were lying.”

I mounted my horse and rode past them without saying a word as they tried to hide their laughter.

“I will deal with you later, cousin,” I said beneath my breath.

We headed down the familiar path of Forest River leading toward Dale. As the sun rose, the city—grander than the ruins we had left long ago with Erebor rising high above nearly touching the sky as it lit up with the coming of a new day. The closer we came to the city, the more figures I could see—men and dwarves alike. The flags of Erebor and Dale flew side by side. Once inside the square, we were met by a man and a dwarf followed by others.

“I knew you would come,” the elder of the dwarves said as I dismounted.

“Of course, I would come, Dwalin,” I said. “How could I not come?”

“Dale welcomes you,” the young man said. “I am Bard, son of Brand.”

The younger of the dwarves stepped forward cautiously—a youth at his side.

“I am Thorin, son of Dáin,” he said. “This is my son, Durin. We welcome His Majesty, King of Mirkwood.”

“Thank you,” I answered. “I wish it were for a happier occasion.”

“Of course,” Dwalin said. “Come, there is food and drink prepared for you in Dale’s great hall.”

Several men took our horses and we followed the group toward the grand gates of the palace above.

“It has been some time since I saw you last,” said a dwarf with hair and beard red as fire. “You might not remember me. I am Glóin, son of Gróin. I came into your kingdom with a company of others.”

“Yes,” I said quietly. I was still ashamed of my actions.

“I had the pleasure of meeting your son in Rivendell,” he said. “Legolas, I believe is his name.”

I felt a warm feeling run through me that someone had seen Legolas. I could feel my face smiling.

“Yes,” I said proudly. “Legolas is my son.”

“He is out there fighting alongside my son, Gimli,” he said. “I hope both return to us in one piece.”

“How else would they come back,” Durin asked

“Not good,” said a little boy that had come along side Durin. “Not good at all.”

“Bain,” Bard said. “Quiet.”

“Yes, father,” he said.

I looked around and felt a sense of familiarity again. Bard, though younger than his ancestor, looked liked him—brown hair with soft green eyes—and Thorin looked a great deal like Thorin Oakenshield—his long brown hair and beard surrounding eyes of blue.

We reached two great doors opened by several guards. Before us stood a beautiful maiden with golden hair and sharp brown eyes.

“This is my wife, Aurëwyn,” Bard said, taking her hand.

“It is an honor to finally meet you,” she said bowing.

“Finally,” I asked as everyone was shown to our places.

“Yes,” she said taking her seat. “I have heard many things about your kingdom from my father. His father’s uncle had been there once. I wish they were here now. They both died in the war.”

“I am sorry to hear it,” I said. “What was the name of your father’s father’s uncle, if I may ask?”

“Haldúir, Your Majesty,” she said. “He was a very old but dear man. He fell at the gates of Erebor beside King Brand and King Dáin. It was foolish but I think he wished to die. He had not been the same since his beloved wife died. Arímë was her name. I do not remember her. She died a long time ago.”

My heart sank in that moment. I could not help but see Arímë’s face in my mind. The cousin of my beloved Êlúriel. I looked across to see Elranduil’s expression—it was the same as my own I was sure.

“Well, tomorrow we shall lay the dead to rest,” Thorin said. “We shall honor them for their deeds foolish or otherwise.”

There was an unsettling silence as we dined together. When we were finished, we were shown our quarters for the night. Lit by lanterns, the stone walls were covered with fine tapestries. I watched as the day fell to night and the moonrise casting a gentle light throughout the valley.

I felt shame again. I wish I had let Arímë see her grandchildren again. I believed it must have taken her life never to see Nenduîl and Tárimë again. As I thought, I heard a knock at my door.

“Enter,” I said. It was Fëaluin. “What is it?”

“I know what you are thinking, Thranduil,” he said. “I always do.”

“You are worse than Eldôr,” I said.

“Then might I suggest you think more quietly,” he said.

“I wonder if Aurëwyn knew her father’s father’s uncle was married to one that was once one of us,” I said. “Perhaps that is she told us her story.”

“No, she doesn’t,” he said coming to me. “Bard said as much.”

“I do not understand,” I said.

“Men may die never to return, but they leave many tales behind from one generation to the next. His father told him and his father before him and his father before him.”

“Bard knew of this?”

“Of course he did,” Fëaluin said. “Whether he knew of her relation to Êlúriel I do not know.”

“I feel horrible,” I said. “Arímë must have died of a broken heart.”

“Your conscience is clear,” he said. “She died from whatever took her daughter.”

“Is there any place left in this world where death does not linger,” I asked.

“I am afraid not, Thranduil,” he said. “It will always linger for it has nothing but time to do so.”

We spoke no more that night. After a while, he left me alone with my thoughts. Looking into the shadow of Erebor, all I wished to do was return home.”--Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 01-04-17