In The Works

Middle Earth - Rivendell Twins

A Middle Earth Fanfiction

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Summary

tbw

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Here we go. An official entry for an idea that's been percolating for a while....and technically an entry for two possible stories, one for each brother. ;) 

As with all my In Progress stories, nothing is written in stone just yet. 

In the meantime.... ;)

For Elladan? a Daughter of Imladris. So far it's looking like my literary liberties will be creating a daughter for Erestor and making Lindir (the precious worry-wort from 'The Hobbit' movies) Erestor's son and my new OC's brother. What do you think. A rebellious sister to Lindir's straight-laced responsibility and Elladan's calm(er) disposition as compared to his own wilder sibling?

And don't think Elrohir is going to be left out. It's likely to be a Daughter of Lorien for him. A Border Guard from Lorien who, while not so serious as our beloved Haldir was I think, is still a little more duty-driven than our gregarious Elrohir tends to be. 

Beyond that, I'm afraid I don't have all that much just yet, lovelies. We're still working on it.

BUT! Will definitely still be linked in with the rest of my 'Daughters' story-verse (as the tentative titles do rather attest, no?). So anticipate appearances by our other lovely OCs. <3

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Prologue - Daughter of Imladris

The warm glow of evening was beginning to wan from the ombred tones of sunset into the dark, rich velvet of nightfall, but the she-elf traversing the halls of Círdan's seat paused for only a moment to appreciate the beauty of it. With her young son safely tucked into his bed she was in search of one particular elf, and she was reasonably certain where she would find him.

Sure enough, Lenneth found her husband before the last tendrils of sun faded from the sky. But on spying him sitting on the most secluded window ledge of the library looking out over the sea, she frowned. She had known he was preoccupied by some thought he had yet to share with her, but looking on his familiar profile it was clear that he was far past preoccupied and on to troubled.

The breeze wafting in along with the cleansing scent of the sea was cool, stirring her hair as she reached out for her husband. He drew in a deep, bracing breath as her hand smoothed across his shoulder, drawing himself from his thoughts and turning to look up at her.

"Forgive me, Lenneth, my thoughts kept me later than I intended. Lindir sleeps?" he asked, voice mingling with the soft beat of the waves in the harbour far below. She nodded, trailing her fingers through the dark strands that hung loose down his back.

"He missed saying goodnight to his Ada, but he does," she confirmed gently. The hint of a grimace tightened his features. Lenneth's heart panged in sympathy. Trailing her hand down his arm to lace her fingers with his, she sat next to him on the ledge.

"Talk to me, Erestor," she said softly. "Don't think I haven't noticed something weighs heavily on your mind. Has it to do with the letter?" Erestor sighed, looking out over the sea, black now that the thick blanket of night had fallen in truth. He withdrew the letter she spoke of from his robe, handing it to her without a word.

They sat in silence as she read, Erestor's features conflicted as he watched his wife absorb the letter's contents. Once she had read it through, she sat back, meeting Erestor's questioning gaze. She said nothing for a long moment, considering what the letter had said and what she saw in her husband's dark eyes and drawn features of his feelings.

"It is no small thing he asks," she finally said. "To leave Lindon, where we have made our home? And with war once more on the horizon as Angmar grows stronger to the North?" Erestor slid the letter from her grip and set it aside, taking her hands in his.

"We fought side by side against the Deceiver," he said carefully after a moment's consideration. "I know him well. I have little doubt that Angmar's rise greatly concerns him, or that the attacks in Arnor are why he asks now. I know he trusts my council just as I trust his judgement. But my love," he hesitated, gathering his thoughts, "though he is my Lord first as Gil-Galad's successor in all but name?" Lenneth squeezed Erestor's hands in sympathy, easily recognizing the trace of sorrow that still lingered in his voice at the indirect mention of their king's death even centuries later, "I also consider him my friend. I do not believe that the threat of war is the sole reason he asks this." It was easy enough for her to hear what he had unwittingly left unsaid.

"You wish to go."

There was a trace of apprehension in his eyes as he answered. "Yes." Nodding absently to herself, it was Lenneth's turn to gaze out over the sea. Erestor's fingers tightened on hers. "I know it is a great deal to ask, my love. But we could build a good life there. He has built a Sanctuary equal to none but the Lady's Wood. A place where we could raise our son among the most learned of our kin."

Turning back to him, Lenneth's smile was fond as he fell silent.

"Then we shall go to Imladris."