Elf King of Doriath

Elf King of Doriath

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February 11th, 2005

Time:

03:53 pm

Being released from my governing of Doriath has given me time to ponder many things. However the recent departure of Elros unnerves me. He was a good lad but he seemed burdened by the weight of kinship. Perhaps one day he will find the strength to rule but he was unseasoned. I do not regret my choosing him to be king. Better him, than that she-dragon Galadriel, whose vain ambition would like nothing better than to reign over us all. Perhaps Nienor was the best ruler of all? This communism idea of hers, cooperation and loyalty to the state, is not so unpleasing. Again better the iguana Lady Galdriel as a counselor than to see that shrewish wife of Celeborn sit upon the throne. Nay, animals would do better at ruling than she.
The Valar call us again to the West. For an old elf I am a bit excited to go on this voyage. It brings back the days of my youth when the Firstborn of Iluvatar first awoke under starlit skies. Just as now we journeyed to the West to heed the call of the Lords of Valinor. My mind is clear for the first time since my episode of madness. This quest though befrought with danger is an opportunity to exprience new sights and adventures. I have been given a second opportunity at life and I don't intend to waste it.

(ooc: Old Man Thingol is getting ready for this elven pleasure cruise. He is gonna wear his Hawaiian shirts and bermuda shorts. Of course his trousers are gonna be hitched real high. He is ready to play shuffle board and sip pina coladas)

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December 3rd, 2004

Current Music:	end of the world: REM
Time:	10:15 pm

Gale force winds...mountains crumbling to rubble...stars falling from the heavens...
Strange signs, portents and omens are everywhere. My dreams have been peculiar as of late. I awake in a cold sweat as these nightmares fade in the coming light of day, vanishing from my memory. A feeling of dread remains with me throughout the day as I do not what to expect next. My last encounter with my daughter still stings.
I know that I am no longer the monarch of this land, it is now Elros' resposiblility to govern this realm. Still he will need my counsel and that of the other elven leaders. He has the heart of a king, but is still new to the throne. My concern mainly is for the safety of my people and my family. No one has been injured so far in these cataclysms. I do not know if this will be the case the next time. I hope I may rest untroubled tonight so I may have a clear head to speak with the other in the morning. Something tells me this will not be so. Ah Luthien..My heart is breaking..why do you not come to me?

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October 5th, 2004

Current Music:	Get the Balance Right: Depeche Mode
Subject:	It's good to be the King
Time:	01:08 am
Current Mood:	accomplished

Well I have been idle for too long. There are these elves trespassing on the borders of my kingdom, making their way here to my halls. Sindarin have been arriving the droves. They are remnants of other lands that are making their way to Doriath because they have heard it is safe here. Safe? Far from it. We are so vunerable right now. Not for long. I am having the newly hired servants clean out the palace and make prepartions. I will give these elves a royal welcome. Even if we are superior to them, that is no reason to be impolite. You should always give people a good show of splendor and magnamity, even if they are foes. This way they will be impressed. I will be damned if anyone ever said the food and drink at Elwe's halls was second rate. All is being set in place. When they arrive they will see the full splendor of the court of Doriath restored.

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September 28th, 2004

Time:

11:30 pm

The trees of Doriath are whispering to one another and a sweet smell wafts from the western wings. Thingol listens attentively to the sounds of nature around him, as well as his own intuitive senses. There are other Eldar moving about in my kingdom. Something grand is at work that I cannot comprehend. It is if the Valar are weaving some new theme into this world. I shall consult with Melian with this. For now in this uncertain climate which we are under I will greet these other elves. If they are friends I shall welcome them as kin. If they be foe well there are certain advantages to being the king of Doriath and the husband of a Maia. He paused and listened again to the communication running through leaf, root and branch. Awaiting the arrival of these new comers, he wondered what was to happen next.

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August 31st, 2004

Current Music:	The Promise: When in Rome
Subject:	The Morning After
Time:	01:50 am
Current Mood:	refreshed

Dawn broke over the woods of Doriath, as the Arien's golden rays announced the coming of morning. Thingol slowly opened his eyes and gazed lovingly over the sleeping form of Melian. He slipped carefully out of her embrace as not to wake her. He walked over to where the twins lay slumbering. He hated to put them to sleep like that but it was necessary. He hoped that they had good dreams.
Beaming at them with love and pride he pondered to himself, "I hope that they will see a world that is not marred by sorrow or bloodlust. I have seen great wonders throughout the ages but I have seen much tragedy".

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August 24th, 2004

Current Music:	But Not Tonight: Depeche Mode
Subject:	Song of the Stars
Time:	11:49 am

He gently laid the sleeping twins on the ground.He did not want them to sleep in the caves with all the stench of death still present, but in the clean air under the stars. Finding one of the blankets inside, he covered the children. Satisfied he went to stand beneath a nearby beech tree. Looking up at the constellations, he thought of Melian, Luthien and Beren. In the eastern horizon he beheld a star that had never seen before. It was brighter than the others and gazing at it made his spirits lift. "This new star is a sign of hope", he thought.
He began to sing again the song of Elbereth stars. How the light of Varda's stars of Ilmen were higher than the smoke of Morgoth's forges.
As he sang his thoughts were bent upon Melian and Luthien, hoping his song of light would draw them hence.
Finally exhausted by his earlier labors, he laid on the ground to rest. He wondered what the morning would bring.

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August 22nd, 2004

Subject:	The Caves
Time:	10:13 pm

Thingol and the twins continue down the path to the gates of Meneregoth. As they walk he wonders why there are no sentries to great them. Much of what he saw during his sleep troubles him, but he does not know how much was true and what was fancy. He cannot bring themselves to ask the children as it might upset them. Especially Elurin who doesn't seem as confident as his sibling.
They reach the door in the cliff that leads to the fabled Thousand caves of Meneregoth that were delved by the dwarves at Thingol's behest.
The door it self is made of mithral hardest substance in Arda. He glances at the carvings which depict a beechtree and nighingales in its branches. The words in Sindarin read. Be Welcome to the realm of Thingol and Melian. If thou art a friend you may enter.
He speaks the secret words in Sindarin that will allow them to gain entrance.
The door slowly creeks open. The hall behind it is dark when it is usually lit with torches. The place is silent as a tomb. He tilts his head foward, indicating to the twins that they must enter. He is still holding their hands.

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August 20th, 2004

Subject:	Homeward bound.
Time:	10:15 am
Current Mood:	hopeful

Weeks pass in the bliss of Valinor. The gardens of Lorien offer comfort to soothe the mind and soul.
One day I gather that it I am ready to depart. Walking over to the tree, I pluck one if the purple blossoms. Its smell is intoxicating, far sweeter than any fragrance emmited in the mortal lands. Slowly eating the petals, I savor its sweet flavor.

Then feeling drowsy I lie back against the tree. Slumber overtakes me and I pass into the realm of dreams. A blurry of images dance before my eyes. Kinslaying at Doriath..two children cruely abandoned in the forest..A new star rising in the heavens..the Valar armed for war..Melkor bound and changed...then Light.

I awake to the light of day. Disoriented I open my eyes and flex my fingers. I feel renewed with a new vigor. When last I was lying underneath a tree of Valinor, I now am under a beech tree, in a forest glade.

These woods look familiar. I follow the path through the woods until I come to two pillars carved the emblem of Doriath on them.

Home again. I decide to stop and rest here to absorb all that has happened.

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August 19th, 2004

Subject:	Respite in Lorien
Time:	04:47 pm

Time is meaningless here in these grey halls. Seeing that escape from this place would be futile, I laid down my weary head and rested. When I awoke again I found my self in different surroundings. The silent spell was broken. There were birds singing joyously in the trees. And what trees and flowers, such as I had never seen in Arda.

"You are in the gardens of Lorien, Elwe Thingol. A place loved by your wife", said a voice behind me. Turning around I saw a young man garbed in silver. I knew who he was based on Melian's descriptions of the Valar. He was Irmo the Feantur. Lord of Lorien. Giver of dreams and serenity.

"Why my Lord Irmo?", I asked. "Why was I released from Mandos?".

"Because your wife Melian the Maia had interceded with Mandos for you and due to your reverence for Iluvatar All-Father and the Valar". Mandos has spoken with me to permit you to dwell here.

"My gratitude Lord Irmo".

"Your graditude is accepted". You are to remain in Lorien until your spirit has healed. Melian has gone ahead to Doriath to prepare for your homecoming as the place has fallen into desolation". Do not concern yourself with that now. When you are ready to return to Doriath you may use this".

He reached out and plucked a purple blossom from a nearby tree.

"This is a flower from the celidyn tree which blooms only in Valinor. When it is eaten it causes the eater to fall into a deep slumber. When you awaken you will find yourself in the place your heart desires to be most at. You will find yourself in a new body, one that resembles your old form. Yet you will find that your grief and weariness have been laid to rest. Farewell Elwe Thigol. Remain in my gardens as long as you wish."

With this, he walked away into the trees.

I remained behind stunned by the news. To see Melian again and Luthien and Beren. I sat down beside a sparkling fountain and pondered on this new revelation.

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August 18th, 2004

Current Music:	Into the West: Annie Lennox
Subject:	Falling Leaves: The Lament of Thingol
Time:	03:10 pm
Current Mood:	morose

I awoke to the light of Elbereth's stars,
to the sound of rushing waters.
Rejoicing under the lamps of Ilmen,
the Eldar were called Westward.

Taken to the bliss and glory of Valinor,
I glimpsed the illumination of the Trees-
and was sent back to guide the others.
Hastening my people forward,
to reach the Haven of the West,
a land of white shores, green vales, and Tantequil,
summit of Manwe.

In the dim woods of Nan Elmoth, I-
beheld I sight that made me forsake
the glory and beauty of the Undying Lands.
The nightingales sang melodies of sweetness,
my eyes came upon a woman of wonder.
Her dark tresses swayed in the breeze,
her skin glimmered like alabaster,
her eyes shone with the light of Valinor,
as if the Blessed realm itself had come to Arda.

She spoke softly with a voice as sweet as the nightingales.
Pledging her eternal love to me,
to live with me forever.
I forgot my people and there journey into the West.
Why should I deign to seek Valinor when the glory of it is beside me?,
clasping my hand,
kissing my lips.

We built a glorious realm together,
that emulated the beauty of the Blessed Realm.
Her magic shielded us from the Enemy,
enfolded in her love, we were safe within our hidden bower,
our guarded kingdom.
Un-breached by enemies, until now.

From our union sprang a daughter,
the fairest blossom of the Eldar under the stars.
A girl radiant as the morning, magnificent as the twilight.
Now I am slain by treachery,
parted from the ones I love.
Sitting in silent solitude,
watching specters of the dead,
float by in these grey halls.

Never again shall I feel the warmth of Melian's caress,
nor the joy in Luthien's eyes,
in whose mirrored pools is reflected the love of her beloved Beren,
nor hold my grandchildren in my arms.
Alone I sit waiting,
with naught but memories for my comfort.

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August 17th, 2004

Subject:	The Halls of Mandos
Time:	03:38 am
Current Mood:	melancholy

So my last memory is stained red with violence. I was commisioning the dwarves to set the Jewel of the Silmaril into the necklace of Nauglimar. Yet I beheld the greedy look in their eyes when they beheld the magnificent light of the Silmaril. How dare they think to steal from me! I who beheld the Light of Valinor and espoused one of the Maiar. I who walked in the twilight of the world before the sun and the moon rose, before the men and dwarves had awakened!
I berated them for their impudence and ordered them to leave my kingdom. The rage exploded on their faces as they struck at me with their axes. As the pain burned in my flesh and my life blooding pouring out. Darkness crept over my eyes as I plunged to the ground. The last images of my mind were of my beloved Melian, beautiful as the nightingales and Luthien, fairest child of the Eldar. Then darkness.
Having the sensation of floating, I peered down at my maimed and broken body. Melian, weeping over my lifeless form. I saw a change in her as she slowly left the hall. The light in her eyes had quenched as her joy turned to ashes.
I wanted to reach out for her yet I was pulled away as if a giant hand was grasping me.
Opening my eyes I found myself in a grey and shadowy hall. It was filled with silent specters who darted past me. Realizing in terror where I was, I tried to scream yet found I could not. The silence disturbed me. The shades of the slain just whittled past me as if I did not exist. Alone in this silent place. No Melian. No Luthien and Beren. Placing my hands to my ears in a gesture of despair, I opened my mouth to cry out to the Valar. Did they hear my silent scream?

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