Tears of the Valar
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
48
Views:
4,295
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: I own nothing but the Original Characters and their adventures. Everything else belongs to JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate, New Line Cinema/Peter Jackson, et. al. This was done purely for entertainment and as an exercise in creativity.
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The forests of Ithilien were awash in color as the Lord and Lady returned with their friends. The guards in the trees called greetings to the travelers who had been away for over two years. For the Elves it was merely a momentary absence, but for Alexandra and Charika, it was forever.
“Let’s hurry home,” Alexandra told Legolas.
He smiled, knowing she was anxious to see Dexter and Dita. He had forgotten how quickly time passed for mortals. Urging Arod to a gallop, he and Alex sped ahead of the others.
“She seems quite ready to get home,” Durisia commented to Erestor with a smile.
“Indeed, she does,” her husband answered. He glanced at her. “What of you? Do you miss your home?”
The dark-haired elleth reached over to take his hand. “You are my home, my love.”
Allase, riding between Elladan and Elrohir looked around with wide eyes.
“This place looks nothing like Khand.” She had been surprised at how even Rhun was different from the land of her birth. “There are so many trees!”
Elladan laughed. “Yes, it is different here in the west.” He reached over to caress her cheek. “I hope you will like it here.”
The woman smiled and covered his hand with hers. “I intend to.”
Charika and Rumil rode silently beside one another. She had left Tinudir in Rhun with Vanurion. The child was accustomed to the people of Vanurion’s household and it was the only home he knew. At least she had been able to acknowledge him, to hold him and play with him before leaving. Once Lastharos had been destroyed, she was safe to love her son. Still, it was best that she leave him there. He was happy and loved and she knew it would be for the best.
Saelbeth and Glorfindel rode with Haldir and Orophin. Helcarin had remained in Rhun with Naveradir. His fate, Glorfindel and Erestor knew, was now tied to that of the east. Both Elves knew they would likely never see their son this side of Aman, but his calling was from one more powerful than his fathers. He would remain to help Vanurion guide the eastern Elves back into the fold of Eru while also helping Crasthion, Maglor and Naveradir with the people of Khand. Even Sarendir had remained in Khand, helping the people of Naraketh to rebuild their city. The mixing of their peoples had begun.
“Were you sad to leave Dehlina?” Haldir asked Orophin as they neared their dwelling.
“No,” Orophin replied. “She is quite content with her life and I believe playing the part of Naveradir’s wife was something they both enjoyed though neither would admit it.” He tilted his face upward so the sunlight could warm his cheeks as it filtered through the trees. “What of you? Seeking Miriel?” His voice held a note of amusement.
“Indeed I will. We have much to discuss.”
The travelers each headed to their homes: Rumil and Charika to her cottage, Orophin and Haldir to their dwelling, Erestor and Durisia to his house, Saelbeth to his, and the rest to Legolas and Alexandra’s manor.
Alex let out a squeal of delight and leapt from her horse as Dexter and Dita came running out of the house to greet them. Kneeling on the ground, she was covered by wagging tails and doggie kisses, holding them both tightly against her. Legolas knelt beside her and rubbed the dogs in welcome, accepting their wet kisses. These were the only kind of children he and Alexandra would ever have and the sight of how happy his wife was to see them made his heart glad.
***
Deep in a shadowed pit, buried in cold earth, the Butcher of Khand was in agony. He had nothing to eat or drink; could not move for the shackles and the earth that had settled around him, entombing him. His thirst was raging and his hunger ravening; yet he could not satisfy either.
What had been his strength now was his curse. He could not succumb to death. He was starving and dying of thirst, but it would be unending torment. His body would not die to end the pain, but would continue to hunger, to crave, to need, and never be satisfied.
If he had been insane before, madness was multiplying in the former Khandun leader. He would have vengeance. He did not yet know how long it would take, but he knew someday he would be able to work his hands close enough together to touch the nondescript stone in one of his rings and say the spell that would summon his minions from the shadow-world.
~~~~~~~~~
The forests of Ithilien were awash in color as the Lord and Lady returned with their friends. The guards in the trees called greetings to the travelers who had been away for over two years. For the Elves it was merely a momentary absence, but for Alexandra and Charika, it was forever.
“Let’s hurry home,” Alexandra told Legolas.
He smiled, knowing she was anxious to see Dexter and Dita. He had forgotten how quickly time passed for mortals. Urging Arod to a gallop, he and Alex sped ahead of the others.
“She seems quite ready to get home,” Durisia commented to Erestor with a smile.
“Indeed, she does,” her husband answered. He glanced at her. “What of you? Do you miss your home?”
The dark-haired elleth reached over to take his hand. “You are my home, my love.”
Allase, riding between Elladan and Elrohir looked around with wide eyes.
“This place looks nothing like Khand.” She had been surprised at how even Rhun was different from the land of her birth. “There are so many trees!”
Elladan laughed. “Yes, it is different here in the west.” He reached over to caress her cheek. “I hope you will like it here.”
The woman smiled and covered his hand with hers. “I intend to.”
Charika and Rumil rode silently beside one another. She had left Tinudir in Rhun with Vanurion. The child was accustomed to the people of Vanurion’s household and it was the only home he knew. At least she had been able to acknowledge him, to hold him and play with him before leaving. Once Lastharos had been destroyed, she was safe to love her son. Still, it was best that she leave him there. He was happy and loved and she knew it would be for the best.
Saelbeth and Glorfindel rode with Haldir and Orophin. Helcarin had remained in Rhun with Naveradir. His fate, Glorfindel and Erestor knew, was now tied to that of the east. Both Elves knew they would likely never see their son this side of Aman, but his calling was from one more powerful than his fathers. He would remain to help Vanurion guide the eastern Elves back into the fold of Eru while also helping Crasthion, Maglor and Naveradir with the people of Khand. Even Sarendir had remained in Khand, helping the people of Naraketh to rebuild their city. The mixing of their peoples had begun.
“Were you sad to leave Dehlina?” Haldir asked Orophin as they neared their dwelling.
“No,” Orophin replied. “She is quite content with her life and I believe playing the part of Naveradir’s wife was something they both enjoyed though neither would admit it.” He tilted his face upward so the sunlight could warm his cheeks as it filtered through the trees. “What of you? Seeking Miriel?” His voice held a note of amusement.
“Indeed I will. We have much to discuss.”
The travelers each headed to their homes: Rumil and Charika to her cottage, Orophin and Haldir to their dwelling, Erestor and Durisia to his house, Saelbeth to his, and the rest to Legolas and Alexandra’s manor.
Alex let out a squeal of delight and leapt from her horse as Dexter and Dita came running out of the house to greet them. Kneeling on the ground, she was covered by wagging tails and doggie kisses, holding them both tightly against her. Legolas knelt beside her and rubbed the dogs in welcome, accepting their wet kisses. These were the only kind of children he and Alexandra would ever have and the sight of how happy his wife was to see them made his heart glad.
***
Deep in a shadowed pit, buried in cold earth, the Butcher of Khand was in agony. He had nothing to eat or drink; could not move for the shackles and the earth that had settled around him, entombing him. His thirst was raging and his hunger ravening; yet he could not satisfy either.
What had been his strength now was his curse. He could not succumb to death. He was starving and dying of thirst, but it would be unending torment. His body would not die to end the pain, but would continue to hunger, to crave, to need, and never be satisfied.
If he had been insane before, madness was multiplying in the former Khandun leader. He would have vengeance. He did not yet know how long it would take, but he knew someday he would be able to work his hands close enough together to touch the nondescript stone in one of his rings and say the spell that would summon his minions from the shadow-world.