Fallen star Elenion

Chapter 5: Toward Darkness

"Galadriel, what are you doing here?"

"We need you, Elenion," Galadriel's voice was resolute. "My brother needs you. We will lose the war."

"I can't." Y/n's heart ached with the weight of her own quest. "I need to find someone dear to me. You have to understand."

Galadriel's expression softened, but her determination remained unwavering. "Thousands of our friends, brothers, and sisters will die, hundreds of innocents will perish. We can't let that happen... we can't let the darkness win. Morgoth must be stopped."

The fire in Galadriel's eyes burned brighter than any flame in the night. Y/n knew she was right. Morgoth had to be defeated. And as Galadriel spoke, the memory of Mairon—the one she once knew, the one who had been so dear to her—surfaced in her mind. The last time she had seen him was when he sailed to Middle-earth, joining Morgoth. Could she save him from the darkness that had claimed him? Could this war be her chance to redeem him?

With a sigh of resignation, Y/n agreed. She returned to Finrod's kingdom, determined to end the war and perhaps, in the process, save Mairon.

As the years of the war wore on, the horrors Mairon—now Sauron—had committed under Morgoth's banner became impossible to ignore. Elenion's heart ached with each tale of cruelty, of villages destroyed, of the innocent crushed beneath the iron boot of Morgoth's war machine. Mairon, the one she had loved, had become something else entirely. And though her heart still carried a spark of hope, it was King Finrod who stood by her side.

Finrod, ever noble, ever wise, had become her anchor in the madness of war. His steadfast heart had been her comfort through the long, dark nights when the battles seemed endless, when the weight of the world pressed down on her soul. The affection that had once been a flicker between them soon blossomed into something deeper, something undeniable.

One night, as they stood together on the balcony of Finrod's stronghold, overlooking the encampment of their forces, he turned to her, his golden hair catching the last light of the setting sun.

"Y/n," he began, his voice soft, "I never thought I would feel this way again. War has a way of stripping us of everything, but you have been the one light that has kept me going."

Y/n looked up at him, her heart swelling with a bittersweet mixture of love and sorrow. "Finrod, I—"

He gently took her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I know that your heart has been divided, that there are pieces of you still in the past, with him. But I want to be your future."

Tears pricked at Y/n's eyes as she gazed at him. She had seen the best and worst of him in this war. His courage, his kindness, and his unwavering hope. Mairon had been her past, but Finrod had become her present, her salvation in the midst of ruin.

"I never thought I would find someone like you, Finrod," she whispered.

They stood there, their hands intertwined, until the sun dipped below the horizon. That night, beneath the stars, Finrod kissed her for the first time. It was a kiss that sealed their bond, one born not just out of love, but out of shared grief, shared battle, and the hope that together, they could bring an end to the darkness.

As the war raged on, their love deepened. They fought side by side, enduring countless battles, each victory and each loss binding them closer together. The horrors of the war were endless, but in each other, they found a reason to keep fighting.

Finally, when the time seemed right, Finrod asked Y/n to be his wife. The ceremony was simple, held beneath the stars with only the closest of their comrades in attendance. For a brief moment, amidst the chaos of war, they found peace. And when Y/n stood beside Finrod as his wife, she believed that perhaps, just perhaps, they could end the war and forge a new beginning.

But not all stories end in peace.

Sauron, ever watchful, had learned of his beloved Elenion's union to his sworn enemy. The knowledge of her marriage to Finrod was a dagger to his heart, twisting his mind in ways he hadn't thought possible. He had loved her once, and to see her now bound to another—*to Finrod, no less*—drove him into a fit of rage that even Morgoth had not anticipated.

It was Sauron who devised the plan to lure Finrod to his death, whispering in Morgoth's ear, twisting the fate of the one who had once been his rival for Elenion's heart.

Finrod left to search for Sauron after Morgoth was defeated, determined to end the war. Elenion begged him not to go, sensing the trap that had been laid, but Finrod's honor and sense of duty could not be swayed.

And so, he left. And he never returned.

When news of his death reached Elenion, her world shattered. The grief was unbearable, and yet, in the midst of her despair, Galadriel appeared before her. Her hair was matted with dirt and blood, her face etched with the same grief Elenion felt, but her eyes burned with an unquenchable fire.

"He is gone," Galadriel whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of the words. "But Sauron lives. And I will find him."

Seeing the body of Finrod shattered Y/n to pieces. Seeing the sigil burned on his beautiful skin made her stomach turn. Not believing how Mairon-Sauron, could do such thing.

Galadriel's gaze locked with Y/n, fierce and unyielding. "You will join me. We will end this."

Y/n, still reeling from the loss of Finrod, nodded slowly. There was nothing left for her but vengeance now. The war that had taken everything from her was not over, and the darkness that had once claimed Mairon would not win.

Not this time.

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