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Fatal Harvest by Kaylee Arafinwiel

Author: Kaylee Arafinwiel
Title: Fatal Harvest
Rating: PG for offscreen canon character death
Theme: Harvest, October 2012
Elements: Festival, Begin, Brown
Author's Notes: This story contains an OC of mine and Emma’s, a niece of one of Aran Thranduil’s gwedyr. She is fairly close to Thranduil’s family because of that, despite having no royal blood herself, so she has the privilege (when she feels like using it) of addressing Thranduil in a familiar manner. It also features the offscreen canon death of a minor (but not to Thranduil) canon character.
Summary: As the Necromancer rises again in Greenwood, Thranduil gets other disheartening news.
Word Count: 418

T.A. 1110

Greenwood the Great

"Aran Thranduil!" The King glanced up, calling an invitation mere moments before his study door was swept open. Luinloth Meluioniel dropped a curtsey to Thranduil, and he gestured impatiently for her to rise. "What is it? Is the stronghold burning down?" he asked, for the young elleth - not quite seven hundred, yet - looked stricken. "Tell me, Luinloth!" he demanded as she hesitated.

Luinloth raked a hand through her mahogany-brown hair nervously. "Well...aran-nin..." The usually composed elleth seemed shaken, and Thranduil sighed. He stepped around his desk to embrace his best friend's niece, and she pressed her face into his shoulder.

"What happened, Luinloth?" Thranduil asked again, stroking her hair as she trembled. Her hazel eyes blurred with tears, and she dampened his tunic as she wept. "Luinloth...ai, do I have to call for wine?" he asked. "I already understand I am not going to like this. Take a deep breath and tell me slowly."

He led Luinloth to the settee, and sat down with her, turning Luinloth to face him. "Well?"

"Mallor." The finality behind the name told Thranduil nearly all he had to know, and he winced. Mallor had not been a young Man by even Dunedain reckoning, but he had still been hale, still a consummate warrior - and an especial friend of Thranduil's. "How?" Thranduil asked.

"The Edain were at festival, celebrating the turning of the year and the ingathering of the harvest," Luinloth said quietly, pain filling every word. She, too, had known and liked the King of Men in the North. "The forces of Darkness thought to reap a harvest of their own. They were countered, of course, by Aran Mallor and all his able-bodied men, and driven back - but the Darkness claimed Mallor, and he is no more." Thranduil bowed his head, silently mourning his fallen friend, and worrying about Mallor’s heir. "What of Celepharn?" he asked with trepidation.

"Alive," Luinloth said with some relief, "and King."

Thranduil resolved to send aid to Celepharn as soon as he could. His young friend would need all the support Thranduil could spare. The Elvenking knew well how a reign borne out of blood and grief felt, and he vowed the King of Arthedain would have all he needed to reign wisely and well.

“We will send Aran Celepharn our aid. Luinloth. He will survive and be a great King.”

“Thank you, Uncle,” Luinloth murmured, and with a curtsey, she withdrew to find provisions to send North.


( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 23rd, 2012 02:19 pm (UTC)
I loved this very different view of Thranduil.

- Erulisse (one L)
Oct. 24th, 2012 03:53 am (UTC)
thanks Erulisse, I'm glad you loved it! :) Was there anything in particular that stood out?
Oct. 24th, 2012 10:25 am (UTC)
I liked the fact that Thranduil was interacting with men on what seemed to be a regular basis. Usually credit is given to Rivendell and the borders of Mirkwood seem unassailable. This is contrary to that mode of thought and I think is valid and welcome.

- Erulisse (one L)
Oct. 24th, 2012 02:53 pm (UTC)
It has always been my thought about Thranduil, though, so I am glad you like it! :) He may not like Dwarves much (with his family history - the slaying of Aran Thingol by the Dwarves at Doriath, where much of his family perished - that is not a surprise) but I think he would appreciate Men as friends. Men were, after all, given succour by Aran Thingol, and since Thranduil's (in Emma's and my genealogy for him) thrice-great-uncle had no problem aiding Men in their time of need, I think Thranduil would follow his example. Also, of course, these Men are his cousin Elrond's great-nephews (many times over) so it's a family thing. :)

Edited at 2012-10-24 06:32 pm (UTC)
Oct. 24th, 2012 04:23 am (UTC)
This is sad, but sweet! I love the empathy Thranduil has here, and given his history I can see him reacting just like this. Very well done, Kaylee!
Oct. 24th, 2012 04:51 am (UTC)
Thank you Marta! I am so glad you like it. *blushing* :)
Oct. 24th, 2012 04:43 am (UTC)
I liked this glimpse of Thanduril caring about human friends.
Oct. 24th, 2012 04:53 am (UTC)
Thanks, Linda! I see him as protective of the descendants of Valandil - he did ride to Isildur's aid when it was called for, but came too late to save him and Isildur's elder sons. So I can see Thranduil as being nearly as concerned about the fates of Isildur's heirs as his cousin Elrond.
Oct. 24th, 2012 07:38 am (UTC)
Excellent look at a little explored period of history. A bitter harvest, but at least his son is up to the challenge.
Oct. 24th, 2012 02:55 pm (UTC)
Yes, indeed! Thank you, Larner! In mine and Emma's Thranduil-verse, "Celepharn" is the name of Oropher's father. I couldn't help seeing the name in the histories and thinking that Mallor would be an especial friend of Thranduil's to honour Thranduil's family in that way. Of course that was just to fit in with our canon, but besides that, I (we) do not see Thranduil as the kind of Elf to just sit back and let Men die. He did ride to the aid of Isildur at the Gladden Fields, though he came too late. And then of course there's Lake-town.
Oct. 24th, 2012 02:17 pm (UTC)
I have always liked your idea that Thranduil would have been a friend to some Men. I think so too--after all, he was very quick to aid the victims of Smaug in Laketown!

And I can see that he would mourn his mortal friends!
Oct. 24th, 2012 03:01 pm (UTC)
Emma and I extrapolated it from canon (or is it "quasi-canon") that Thranduil rode to Isildur's aid at the Gladden Fields, but came too late for Isildur and his three eldest sons. I think this would have given Thranduil cause to have a "debt" to fulfill toward Valandil and his heirs - not to raise their sons, as that was Elrond's purview, but to offer what succour he could in war-time, to pay back the self-imposed debt he owed them for failing to save Isildur.

He would mourn all of them as he first mourned Elendur, Arantar and Ciryon, brothers-in-arms at the Last Alliance.
Nov. 2nd, 2012 11:12 am (UTC)
A sad time for Thranduil. Well-written:)
Nov. 3rd, 2012 10:58 am (UTC)
Thanks, Nath! It is sad. :(
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