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I Dhaerlend Dadui - The Second Great Journey
Chapter 1 - A Good Plan
Thranduil's dreams tumbled chaotically, and he suddenly found himself blinking against the darkness of the bedchamber he shared with his son, his mind still careening from one idea to the next. The mere thought of doing something other than sitting in on endless council sessions as his father's assistant was enough to whet his appetite and make him wish that the planning stages, which he knew would make or break the entire venture, were already behind him. Just imagining what the untamed forests of Avathar looked like, and even the prospect of wielding his sword against spider again, got his heart pumping in a manner he'd not experienced for the better part of two Ages. He could hardly wait to gaze on a forest - or a land - that would never face the ravaging greed of mortal consumption of resources; a land that had been woefully neglected by both the Belain as well as the Eldar, thanks to mountains that had once shaded it from the light of the Two Trees. Avathar had been waiting patiently for the hand of one who would love it for its own nature, care for it and bring it to full flower…
He rolled to see whether his son felt a similar sense of excitement that prevented him from sliding into peaceful waking dreams, only to discover the couch against the wall empty. Rolling to his side and then pushing himself to sit up, Thranduil scratched an armpit idly and frowned. The blankets on the couch assigned to Legolas' had been left folded neatly, in exactly the same place and disposition as they had been provided originally, despite the chill in the air of a higher elevation residence at night.
It was a scene he'd witnessed far too many times of late, and one he'd hoped would not arise after the meeting this night. He dragged his fingers through the tangled mess of hair caused by all his tossing and turning. Once it was hanging down his back in a much more presentable manner again, he rose to his feet. A dim light showed beneath the door to what was a shared living space with several bedchambers opening into it - chambers occupied by, respectively, Círdan, Elrond, Erestor and the two of them. Someone was awake.
As Thranduil had suspected, the other insomniac this night was his son. Legolas sat on a low couch near a wide window, his legs stretched out the length of the couch with his ankles crossed and his hand holding back a sheer curtain so as to be able to stare out at the stars. A slight shift of the head told him that Legolas had noted his presence. "You do not rest, my son?"
"My mind refuses to quiet," was the soft reply. Legolas' hand dropped and he turned to study his father in the light of the single candle. "And I suspect yours did the same. Do you know that you moan when your dreams are unsettled? I came out here for a little peace and quiet."
"I most certainly do not moan in my sleep!" Thranduil sputtered, and then walked slowly over to his son and allowed a sheepish grin to take root. "Although your mother, the saint that she is, tells me that on occasion, I do snore… although very softly… when I drink more wine than is wise." He grinned broadly at the end of the confession and felt his heart lift ever so slightly when the ghost of an answering smile actually graced his son's face.
"Yes, well…" Again the curtain was pulled aside. "…we had a good reason to celebrate."
"Then you are as intrigued by this Avathar as I am?" Thranduil's arm snagged a nearby chair and settled it with the back facing his son so he could straddle it and then lean his arms on the back and his chin on his arms.
Legolas sighed and again released the curtain, this time to swing his long legs about and face his father, nodding as he did. "It is the first time I've heard anything remotely interesting since…" he began, and then his face fell. Thranduil knew why such a thought would make him falter, and so remained silent. Soon enough, once his emotions were mastered again, Legolas resumed, "When Elladan spoke, giving voice to everything I have thought for centuries now, I saw a light shining through the fog - the hint of a new purpose to my days - that has been missing in my life."
"In mine too," Thranduil agreed, grateful to move away from things that drew forth Legolas' grief. "Never, ever, think that I did not thoroughly understand and sympathize with your dislike for having to sit attendance on my court or council meetings, my son. If anything, I indulged your wishes more than might have been wise because I remember how much I would have liked to have similarly distanced myself at your age."
"Daeradar is quite the diplomat and negotiator." Legolas' eyes glimmered with a hint of his old humor. "I can now see where you learned all the skills you had, although perhaps someone should tell him that patience never was a trait you developed…"
Thranduil snorted. "Trust me, I really would rather not be required to refresh my council skills at this latter stage of my life!" He gazed at his son, eagerly seeking the signs that some of the dark cloud under which Legolas had suffered was finally lifting. "It does me good to hear your jest - even if it is at my own expense," he commented quietly.
"It feels good to have something to occupy the mind other than more of the same, dreary perfection day in and day out," Legolas agreed with a sigh. "I was not joking when I said that I have been seriously thinking of building another ship. One can only shoot so many arrows at the same target, Ada; or walk beneath trees and among bushes convinced by the Powers or the Eldar to refrain from straggling or growing wild. Perhaps if I had been born here, I would see things differently. But…" He sighed again.
"Before we go home, we should draw up a list of those from Eryn Lasgalen or Ithilien who might enjoy a new challenge," Thranduil suggested, once more drawing the discussion away from painful topics. He stretched out his long legs and flexed his feet. "And I will have to travel to Tol Eressëa to speak to Galion. He would never forgive me if I did not at least give him the chance to accompany us."
"He's in Avallónë now?" Legolas hadn't known that.
Thranduil nodded. "His sister and her mate settled there after the Last Alliance. In his last letter, he was beginning to sound a little anxious for a change of scenery; it seems he is an uncle to several who have yet to reach their majority who, oddly, have no interests in stories from Ennor. I have been considering inviting him to spend time with the three of us for some time now; this gives me a good excuse to do so."
"It will be good to see him again. As for me, while you travel, I think I shall do the rounds of the training grounds; seeking among our former warriors those who would be interested in joining our venture. I predict a few words in the proper ears will be all it will take to raise enough of a force to protect any expedition we should mount." Legolas folded his hands in his lap. "How large a group do you want to take at first?"
"Enough to be able to defend all those involved in building a stronghold. Enough that when we send back for our craftsmen and womenfolk, there will be sufficient protection for those who remain behind."
Legolas nodded. "We should request Círdan's assistance in the very near future, then, and convince him to perhaps come with us when we go."
An elegant eyebrow lifted in surprise. "Why is that, my son? We are wood elves, not Felessil…"
"Because our first settlements in Avathar should be on the coast, and because the easiest way to explore the area initially without endangering ourselves from whatever evil remains there inland will be by sea. In that case, we will need ships, and experienced crews to sail them; and Círdan is the one who would know those to whom we should speak," Legolas explained eagerly, then glanced at his father and looked away while seeming to diminish. "Of course, if you think…"
"No, no!" Thranduil exclaimed and rolled his hands at him. "Speak on. I am intrigued by your thoughts. Tell me more!"
Legolas took another look into his father's face and then took a deep breath. "I was just thinking that a logical first priority would be to find a natural harbor or mouth of a river, and as our first settlement, build a havens there. With that in place, not only can we offer safer and swifter passage to the craftsmen and womenfolk who will follow us, but give us a central location from which to send out subsequent exploratory parties." Legolas cocked his head at his father. "And speaking of womenfolk, what do you think Nana will think of this?"
Thranduil's face fell. "She has been happy in Alqualondë, with some of her Avorren kin who settled there, and has had over an Age to make a place for herself there. All of the friends she has in Eldamar are there. I am not certain how well she will take to the idea of living out in the middle of nowhere again, so far removed from the rest of Elven society - much less moving back to a place where there could be danger from spiders again."
"What will you do if she wants no part of Avathar?" Legolas breathed worriedly.
The idea of living for any extended length of time without the company of his Laeriel was unthinkable, and Thranduil shuddered. "I think I shall leave that dilemma for a time when it can no longer be avoided. Come." Thranduil arose and beckoned to his son. "If we are both going to waste candle wax staying awake, then we should be writing some of this down for presentation on the morrow, before we forget."
oOoOo
With the map of Valinor spread across the table, Círdan's finger traced the thin strip of land between the southeastern coast and the steep slopes of the Pelóri that was Avathar. "How wide do you think the land is?"
Gildor leaned over and placed a long finger between the dot that was Tirion and Ilmarin. "We know that, as the eagle flies, it is fifty leagues from here to here." He marked the distance on his finger and then moved it to span the distance between the shoreline and the peaks of the mountains in question. "If the map is correct, then Avathar is perhaps thirty leagues at the widest point." He moved the finger. "Most of it is perhaps twenty leagues from coast to mountaintops otherwise."
"How long since a cartographer mapped the coastline?"
Gildor settled back in his chair and took up his goblet of wine. "Of Avathar? I would doubt that any Eldar has undertaken the task. This map is of…" He leaned forward to turn the corner of the delicate parchment over, and then nodded and stated, "As I suspected, this was copied from that provided by the Belain themselves." The parchment corner fell back onto the table when he settled back into the chair more comfortably.
Círdan mirrored his old friend by relaxing back against his own chair. "In that case, I would hope that the contours of the land, at least, are correct. It is too bad that we do not know whether the land is forested, plains or whatever. There is no indication of rivers either, although one would imagine that there would certainly be quite a number of them."
"If all these things were indicated on the map, would there be any need to explore?" Gildor grinned.
Círdan chuckled and answered, "I do not know, my friend. There is a vast difference between seeing some simple symbol for trees or a river scratched into parchment and visiting the reality of a living forest or hearing the sound of running water. I am certain Thranduil would be able to school you in the way he perceives that."
"Thranduil." Gildor took another sip of his wine. "Now there was an Elf easy to nudge into action."
"Not surprising; he led his people without the benefit of a Ring of Power for well over an Age. Now he sits and takes notes at his father's liege lord's council table. That is a far fall indeed for one as proud and capable as he."
"And you? Do you not also sit on that same liege lord's council and take notes more than make decisions for the Falathrim?"
Círdan's face crinkled into a wry expression. "Although it does not happen too often, I too act as representative of my people in Tol Eressëa when matters before King Thingol touch on us. And I ever find it a chore to try to figure out whether the issue with which we are dealing is merely the continuation of old arguments or something more immediate in nature. The players do not change, nor does the tone of the meeting from one day to the next." He sipped at his wine, and his eyes glazed for a moment. "I miss the Sea - and that is something I never thought I would say." He blinked and seemed to shake off his brief reverie. "What about you? You and your people seem free from much that the rest of us who came this evening seem to find disquieting."
"My people and I are, I think, disappointments to the Belain." Gildor swirled his wine in his goblet and watched the dark red liquid coat the delicate glass while he considered his situation. "And even my lord Finrod is disappointed in me and those I lead, for we still do not choose to find permanent lodging. We continue to wander, and wander far afield of my lord's venue at that. I understand what you and the others are going through, for I know how I would feel if caged in one of these cities of stone and antiquity."
"So for you, this is more about extending the roads you and your people would travel."
He nodded slowly. "Perhaps that," he offered, "as well as lending the experience of living constantly on the move to the proposition of exploring new lands, which is something the Eldar have not truly faced either since leaving Cuiviénen or since being forced to cross the Helcaraxë. It is one thing to be out in a military maneuver, tracking the Enemy and strategizing on how best to attack, defeat Him, and then return home safely. It is another matter entirely to penetrate into lands that have not seen the Eldar at all with the aim of establishing new cities and societies. Who knows what new dangers exist in these lands we so casually are considering annexing into our Eldamar?"
Círdan toyed with the sparse whiskers on his chin. "Someone should mention that to Thranduil, I suppose," he mused.
"Hmph! That one is so excited by the prospect of facing spiders again, I doubt the thought of anything else will daunt him." Gildor drained the end of his wine and put the goblet on the table near the map. "I think that, if left to his own devices, he would have bounded out of the house and headed straight for the stables to begin the journey, with Legolas coming close on his heels." He stood and carefully began rolling the map up to fit back into its protective cylinder again. "What is more worrisome to me, however, is convincing one of us to take up the matter with the Belain themselves," he said quietly.
"Or with the Kings," Círdan countered. " Do you suppose there is any chance we can get the same individual to make all the presentations?"
Gildor shrugged. "I would imagine that will depend on which of us we can convince to take on the first task."
Gildor watched Círdan sigh and nod, and just knew that the Shipwright would probably choose not to be on the short list of those to be asked. For that matter, he could already hear the nominations for which elf to take on which presentation; and he was fairly certain he wasn't going to like what he heard.
oOoOo
"So much for another bonfire," Haldir commented quietly as he stood in the open doorway to the garden, watching the rain fall gently. Elladan had to agree that the weather had dampened things considerably. "Do you think the Belain have already caught scent of what we intend?"
"Preventing a bonfire is not going to stop what was begun last night." Celeborn turned away and watched the servants finish arranging the eleven chairs in a close semicircle in front of the hearth. "They didn't stop Fëanor; they won't stop us."
"You sound so certain."
Celeborn shrugged and said, "I am."
"How can you be so sure?" Haldir shook his head. "Even though they allowed the Noldor to leave, they made certain Fëanor and his people understood the consequences of their act."
"But whom do we defy?" Elladan asked, putting a companionable arm about the shoulders of both standing in the doorway. "Do we take something the Belain want and need to rekindle the Two Trees - or go in search of revenge? No. We simply wish to create new lives for ourselves away from those who have made life in Aman difficult for us."
Haldir sighed softly. "Something tells me that they do not need a reason to make similar threats to us."
"Now that is the Haldir I have known his entire life; the one determined to be the eternal pessimist among us. We will need your doubts to poke all possible holes in any plans we make so that we can anticipate our obstructions as fully forewarned as possible," Celeborn offered a fond smile to his former head of the Lothlorien wardens.
"Peace. The rest are gathering," Elladan sought to soothe his old friend. "It's time to stop watching the starless sky and come listen to council." His hand on each man's shoulder steered them back into the room and toward the chairs in front of the hearth.
The smile hadn't soothed Haldir at all. He glared at Celeborn and hissed, "'Eternal pessimist'? Is that how you see me?"
"It truly was not meant as an insult. Would 'eternal skeptic' be more acceptable to you, then?"
"I would have you know that I am neither pessimistic nor skeptical," Haldir huffed, only partly mollified. "I am simply being pragmatic."
"Would you two stop it, please? You make my arguments with Elrohir sound infantile by comparison." Elladan chuckled and shook his head. Celeborn had always treated Haldir as kin, even as a son; and the bickering between those two could easily rival anything he'd ever heard pass between Thranduil and a more lighthearted Legolas in the depths of the mountain Hall in Taur-e-Ndaedelos.
Elrond looked up as his son directed his guests past him. "That is not a difficult thing to do, my son," he quipped with exaggerated patience. "Your arguments with your brother usually are quite infantile in nature. Even Celebriel agrees."
Elladan shot a withering glance at his father as his grandfather and old friend took their places, and then moved to stand in front of the hearth. "Now that we are all here," he began, drawing the peripheral conversations to a close and all eyes to him, "I want to say that I am encouraged by the number of sheets of paper I see. We all have done our homework."
"And where are your thoughts, elfling?" Glorfindel demanded, drawing a round of chuckles.
Elrohir waved the sheets he held in the air. "Here. We worked on them together."
"How do we want to do this? Should we just start at one end of the line and go in order?" Thranduil leaned forward, his forearms on his thighs. Elladan could see that the gleam of excitement in the former Elvenking's eyes had not dimmed over the course of the day.
"You are the one sitting on the end, and most likely the one most interested in getting things rolling. Go ahead and start. I doubt that once the discussion gets started, we will need to be quite so formal." Erestor looked about the room. "Elladan, Elrohir, since we are indoors, do you think we could have wine to keep our tongues moistened?"
Thranduil snorted impatiently. "We can relax and drink to our heart's content when we are finished; what we need now are clear heads."
"Just start, Father," Legolas shrugged from next to him. "You know that is what you want to do…" He looked around at the other faces. "Keep in mind that we worked out these points together last night."
"It was Legolas' idea, and I concur, that the initial reconnaissance of the land should take place from the sea."
Círdan sat forward immediately. "The sea? Why?"
"Because one of the best ways to explore an area the size of what we are proposing is to first establish a firm and relatively safe base of operations, with clear lines of supply from Eldamar," Legolas jumped in. "I suggest that we outfit a ship with enough supplies and manpower, sail south from Alqualondë - or wherever else we decide as our link back here - with the express purpose of discovering a peaceful cove or inlet in which we could establish a Haven of sorts."
"I like this," Elrond exclaimed, nodding. "Once a base of operations is established, smaller exploratory parties could begin to venture from there inland."
"That was Legolas' thought as well."
"You will need plenty of warriors, if the rumors of some of Ungoliant's breed and other, foul things are to be trusted. How many do you suggest going on this initial trip?" Glorfindel asked, intrigued.
Thranduil smiled, and Elladan knew he was pleased that things had started so easily. "I was thinking a full company, along with about a dozen carpenters and…"
"Wait a moment. Just how big a ship are you suggesting we take out?" Círdan asked pointedly. "A full company, a dozen or so carpenters, and how many of us? We will need firm numbers to know whether we will be purchasing a ship or building a new one."
"I am hoping to convince you to come with us, Master Círdan," Thranduil stated earnestly. "Your expertise in choosing an able crew, as well as your skill in mapmaking would be invaluable."
Gildor began to nod. "Considering that the only map we have of the area was drawn up by Ulmo who knows how long ago, that is a good idea. Features very well may have changed in the Long-years, and who knows how much of the land fell into the sea at the curving of the world."
Círdan exchanged knowing glances with Gildor and then nodded. "I accept your offer, Thranduil, but that still leaves my question unanswered."
Thranduil's face broke into a wide smile, and he slapped Legolas' thigh with the back of his hand.
"Much will depend on how many warriors voice their interest," Legolas replied, giving his father a quick smile in return. "If we estimate between seventy to one hundred warriors, twelve to fifteen carpenters, the crew of the ship and ourselves, we are probably looking at no less than one hundred and no more than one hundred fifty elves."
Círdan's eyes widened, and then he sat back rubbing his beard thoughtfully. "I shall start looking into potential shipyards, then. We will likely need something much larger than the fishing vessels and ferries from Tol Eressëa that are the more common traffic in these waters. We will need something at least on the line of one of the larger swan ships that my people built in Mithlond." He began to smile. "I can think of a number of ship builders who will be more than happy to be back at work - and I would be willing to bet that they would double as fully skilled carpenters when it comes to building a settlement capable of being defended, if necessary."
"But where are we going to get a full company of warriors willing to venture out into the unknown - and on a ship at that?" Glorfindel wanted to know.
"I am volunteering to visit most of the sparring rings and arenas in Eldamar, with an eye to finding as many of the Eryn Lasgalen or Ithilien warriors as possible who might be interested," Legolas answered with a casual smile.
Celeborn rubbed his chin. "This is to be a Silvan enclave, then?"
"More than likely," Thranduil answered. "I consider myself and my people Silvan and not Sindarin anymore."
"I take it you intend to build with wood at first?" Erestor inquired.
Thranduil nodded. "It would provide reasonable shelter with the least amount of time spent in construction. Once we are in a position to make a more permanent presence there, we will send for some stoneworkers."
"I think that these ideas are a very sound beginning. Legolas has offered to sound out the warriors from Eryn Lasgalen and Ithilien, to see how many are interested." Elrond sat forward. "What about some of the other tasks that need to be handled?" he asked.
"Elladan and I can see about finding masons and stoneworkers who would be willing to at least temporarily relocate once there is a settlement to relocate to. And we would be interested in coming along on the initial voyage as well," Elrohir spoke up immediately. His brother next to him nodded agreement.
Erestor leaned forward. "I suppose I could begin to make lists of all the supplies we would need to have on hand at departure. I shall need to know as soon as possible about the precise number of people I am to plan for, though."
"I was thinking that since this is to be a more Silvan settlement, it is possible that some of our former Lothlórien warriors might also be interested in helping out as well," Celeborn declared quietly. "Haldir, perhaps you could put out a quiet word among your colleagues once we are home?"
Haldir nodded. "That is easily enough done."
Elrond put up a hand to gather attention. "This is all well and good, and should move our proposed venture along in good time; but we are forgetting something. We need to inform - or ask permission - of the Belain and of the Kings. At the very least, they need to know what we intend - and we need to know what we can expect of them as a response." He looked around at the faces in the firelight. "Do we have any volunteers?"
Silence.
"I can speak to King Finwë, if no one else wishes to do it," Gildor said with a deep sigh. Elladan just knew that he'd waited several minutes while all of them had looked around at each other with wide eyes before finally breaking the silence. "I am of his house, however many times removed; perhaps that will smooth the way some."
"And I can speak to King Olwë, for much the same reason," Círdan stated with resignation.
"And I can speak to Manwë," Glorfindel's sigh was as deep as Gildor's.
"Will he give you an audience?" Haldir asked in a small voice.
"More than likely. I am probably the only one here who is remotely familiar with any of the Belain on their home territory." He grinned impishly. "And there is little that he can say that will alarm me, inasmuch as I have already been through much that most here cannot even imagine."
Thranduil squirmed in his seat. "I suppose I should probably talk to King Thingol," he admitted, "inasmuch as it is his council sessions that I have been sitting in on and taking notes. My father tells me that since my handwriting is better than his, the King prefers to read my record of proceedings of late. Father will not enjoy the idea of having to go back to taking his own notes either…"
"I told you Daeradar needed to be reminded that patience was not one of your strongest talents," Legolas quipped quietly with a mischievous twinkle in his eye that had several nearby choking back laughter.
"All we need do now is decide when and where we should meet again to review where we stand on our preparations. Elladan, do you and your brother mind playing host to us again, should we decide to descend upon your home for such a gathering?" Celeborn's eyes twinkled at his grandsons.
"I think I speak for the both of us when I say that we would be honored to host the next gathering of our little group of conspirators." Elladan dipped his head formally.
"Given travel times, and the number or difficulty of the interviews we are proposing here, I would suggest that we meet here again in six months for progress reports," Elrond declared calmly. "Are there any other ideas that need presentation at this time?"
Haldir shook his head. "Now that we are proposing to travel to Avathar by sea rather than by land, many of the ideas Lord Celeborn and I worked out no longer apply." He glanced at the brothers Peredhil. "You?"
"I think we all have more than enough to keep us busy," Elrohir replied. "Besides, with each of us having a specific task to perform, the work will go swiftly and smoothly."
"Then if there are no other thoughts or ideas, I suggest that either Elladan or Elrohir find several carafes of wine and enough goblets to keep us all contented," Erestor announced solemnly. "At the very least, we should toast our enterprise properly."
Thranduil nodded. "Hear, hear!"
Sindarin Vocabulary:
Belain - the Valar, the Powers (sing. Balan)
Daeradar - Grandfather (lit "Great Father")
Avorren - those who did not heed the call to the West
Belain - the Valar, the Powers (sing. Balan)
Daeradar - Grandfather (lit "Great Father")
Eldar - Eldar - Q. the race of Elves
Endor - Q. Ennor, Middle-earth
Eryn Lasgalen - S. "Wood of Green Leaves" (formerly Mirkwood)
Felessil - S. the sea-people ruled by Círdan (Q. Falathrim)
Peredhil - S. Half-Elves (sing. peredhel)
Taur-e-Ndaedelos - S. "Wood of Great Dread" (Mirkwood)