In the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies, Thranduil finds the world within his Halls empty. He struggles to come to terms with the absence of his only child and the loss of the one he raised as if she were his own daughter. He begins to r...
After his suspicions were confirmed as to the plot against Tauriel, Thranduil pulls his garrisoned forces from Erebor and heads south to rescue her. Unable to locate the Prince, Lord Garävegión finds himself as Regent of the Woodland Realm and learns the identity of the mastermind behind the plot against the crown. Aldalómë is forced to accept the reality that his love for Thranduil will forever remain unrequited.
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Hîr vuin?" (My Lord) Captain Lárasarnë said quietly, frowning as he reached the kings' public study to find his Chief Advisor seated behind the desk instead.
"The king had urgent business with the Chief March Warden." Lord Garävegión stated, looking up from the papers on the desk. "What is it?" He asked as he rose to his feet, noting the strange expression on the captain's face.
"I am afraid I do not bring good news." Captain Lárasarnë stated, reaching into the breast pocket of his uniform as he approached him.
"What is this?" Lord Garävegión asked, taking the note from his outstretched hand. Unfolding it quickly, his eyes widened as he read the neatly penned words. "Where did you get this?!" He demanded even as he hurried passed him. "Thalieth!" He called out as he headed toward the door.
"Hîr vuin!" (My Lord) The guard exclaimed, nearly running into the lord as he quickly entered the study.
"Get Berÿlan and Lhôris in here now!" Lord Garävegión ordered before turning back to the captain, pinioning him with an icy blue stare. "Where did you get this?!" He demanded again, shaking the note in his hand.
"Two of the patrols found him in the forest hîr vuin." (My Lord) He replied quietly, meeting the lord's stare with great difficulty. "He hung himself." He continued, his voice faltering slightly. "I found it in his pocket."
"Oh dear Eru! (God)" Lord Garävegión exclaimed, the color draining from his face. "Does anyone else know?" He asked, his sharp tone reflecting his struggle to control his anger.
"No hîr vuin." (My Lord) Captain Lárasarnë replied quickly, shaking his head to emphasize the fact. "No one but I and now you have read the note. The two patrols have taken his body to the healers. I have already instructed them to keep this matter to themselves. But I am sure Jôsidëáh will come to you with questions." He added, studying the lords' expression.
"Yes, I am sure he will." Lord Garävegión stated as he walked toward the wine cupboard, his thoughts tumbling over each other as he picked up the carafe. "Who found him?" He asked, filling a goblet with an ample amount as his thoughts turned to his own daughter Saélihn, who was also a member of the patrols.
"Lathläëril and Nînquië." Captain Lárasarnë said quietly, noting the agitated expression on the normally calm and composed lords' face as he turned back toward him, taking a long drink from the goblet. "I have ordered them to wait in Lathläëril's rooms until I come for them. They are quite distraught hîr vuin." (My Lord)
