Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elrond/Gil-galad
Summary: Galadriel uncovers Elrond and Gil-galad's relationship. (Elrond/Gil-galad established.)
Warnings: This fiction is about a pregnant male (MPREG).
Notes: Set in fourth century Lindon. All the dialogue is in Sindarin, unless otherwise mentioned. Thus, where I use a Sindarin word or phrase (e.g. Peredhel), it will not be in italics, but all Quenya words and phrases will be.
Elrond Peredhel, lay for the first time in his aftermath, in the arms of his beloved husband of merely a few hours. Returning from his reverie, he gazed up at the one who had held his heart for so long—and now his hand a well—finding the gentle weight of his gaze fixed upon him. If Elrond had to identify the single trait that most fascinated him about his beloved, it would certainly be his eyes: they were blue, but their precise hue was elusive, seemingly shifting with his mood and even the weather. Now they were the colour of a late-summer day, heavy and humid with a slight warning of distant storm, but yet a deep blue.
The King, for it was none other than Finellach Gil-galad, High King of the Elves of the West, who held Elrond in his arms, smiled as he saw his love emerge from his post-coital torpor. His smile alone warmed the chilly Half-Elf, making the warm blanket they were wrapped in seem unnecessary.
"Melinyel, Finellach," Elrond whispered contentedly, snuggling against Gil-galad's chest.
Gil-galad brushed a strand from Elrond's faces, before letting it come to rest tenderly on the back of his beloved's head.
"And I love you, Elenneth-nin. Sleep now, Melda."
Notes: Melinyel - "I love you" (Quenya).
Elenneth-nin - "My young star" (Sindarin).
Melda - "Beloved" (Quenya).
A week later Elrond sat on his balcony to watch the archery tournament. He would have watched it from the field, but some of his younger men tended to show off when he watched, trying to impress him. The showing off never improved their skill, and was tiresome to watch.
He didn't really feel like making such an appearance anyway. Ever since Gil-galad had appointed him as his Herald, he could hardly walk among his troops without dressing the part. Aware of his tendency toward informality, his king had impressed on him the expectation that he dress the part.
But more, he was just feeling...off...today. His muscles were sore, and though he had sparred at length with both Gil-galad and Glorfindel yesterday, he did not think that was the cause. He knew he was not ill, and certainly, the recent change in pasturing of the dairy cows and goats couldn't have affected him, though he had heard complaints from a couple of the Edain that lived here. Curious, he decided a little meditation would do his patience well anyway (which was uncharacteristically short today), he allowed himself a few moment's refuge.
He closed his eyes and let his awareness focus on the slight discomfort that was plaguing him. He quickly pinned it down to his stomach area. Reaching deeper inside with his mind, he carefully bore down on it. Now that he examined it more closely it felt like a white-hot flame burning in his abdomen: it was no wonder he had been restless this morning. He let his mind pull him into himself deeper, and focused his awareness on it. Then a vision came: a blue phallus penetrating into a black hole, erupting into a sphere of white flame.
Elrond froze in shock as the vision left him. His hand instinctively flew to his abdomen, and timidly, he felt for the faint life force that would confirm the vision. It was there. His mind told him, commanded him, to go to Ereinion at once, but his body would not obey. He fiddled with the clasp on his robes, and his mind became more demanding. Eventually he found himself nearly running through the halls of the house toward his study, where he stopped and knocked. Even in his frazzled state, he spared a moment to notice the fact that he was knocking on the door to his own study (which Ereinion had commandeered since his own was being remodelled), awaiting permission to enter.
When the familiar voice called for him to enter, he strode in and inclined his head slightly and uttered a formal greeting, "Hir-nin."
Ereinion immediately glanced up and rose as he heard Elrond's footsteps. "Elrond, speak, meldir muin."
"Hervenn-nin," Elrond began, indicating the personal nature of the visit, "A week ago, when we consummated our love--" he hesitated, unsure how to continue. Gil-galad waited patiently as he changed his tactics. "I am with child, meleth."
Gil-galad said nothing for awhile: he was too shocked to put any of the dozens of thoughts to word that had suddenly decided to flood his mind. "You--are you sure, meleth?" Gil-galad finally managed.
"Yes! I wouldn't have come to you otherwise."
"I know, I know. Forgive me: this was, well, unexpected."
"Yes, I know, hervenn." Elrond's control was cracking. He was torn between throwing himself at Gil-galad's feet begging forgiveness and thrusting himself into his embrace, seeking comfort. Luckily his beloved lord made the decision for him and wrapped him in a secure embrace.
"Elrond, pen muin, I am sorry that I was cold. I--it took a minute to sink in, I think. I love you, Elrond. And this miracle delights and pleases me beyond words, Elenneth." Ereinion's words were genuine, but he was still confounded. He stroked Elrond's hair as the younger buried his face against his neck.
"Your will shall be done, hir-nin, but if you think its existence is a problem, I cannot do it. You may, or you may call a healer." His muffled words rushed out wildly, as he tightened his embrace.
"Daro!" Gil-galad cried sharply as he jerked away and gripped Elrond's shoulders. "I will do no such thing. I have no desire to destroy your—my—child. Any political inconvenience this may cause is negligible in comparison to the miracle of the conception." His voice and face softened as he continued. "Besides, perhaps, my counsellors will no longer beg me to wed. I shall have an heir of my own body. And, Elbereth, it will be your child!"
Tears mercilessly streamed down Elrond's face: tears of relief and of joy. Gil-galad pulled him into his arms and held him until his tears had stopped and then kissed them away and led him to his rooms. "Stay here and sleep, love," he said as he deposited his spouse on the bed. I will be back shortly. I need to think about this."
Gil-galad took a deep breath when he dismounted his horse and arrived at his favourite retreat: a little glade by a mountain stream that he had never seen any other Elves (besides Elrond) visit before. Perhaps now he had more need of such a place of solitude than ever before.
Elrond had conceived a child. His child. He knew of only one Elven male who had conceived before. He had died in childbed. That does not mean that Elrond will, part of him stubbornly supplied. Would you risk Elrond's life for this child? He knew he would not. Still, he did not want to think about having to choose between Elrond and the child.
The questions that flashed through his mind seemed infinite. Would the Valar be so cruel as to bless Elrond's male womb with this child if neither of them have aught chance of surviving the ordeal? He could not believe so. Which counsellors should I tell? Must we announce our marriage? Perhaps hold a public ceremony? Ask Círdan and Inglorion to confirm before the court that we were wed and married? Why has this happened to Elrond? Did he know he has the male womb? Did he know the night we consummated our love? Did he try to create a child? Does it have anything to do with Melian, his foremother? Did Dior have a male womb? Elurin and Elured? Elros?
I will call Galadriel. She I can trust with this happening, and if anyone knows what can be done she will. Yes, that is best, he thought.
Hail, Lady Varda, Holy Queen of the Eldar, he called, Hail Mother of Mercy, Our Life, Our Sweetness, and Our Hope. To You do I cry in this, the hour of my need, to You do I send up my sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears! Turn then, most gracious advocate, your merciful ears toward us! And in this our exile, stow upon us the blessed light of your stars, and stow upon Elrond the blessed fruit of his womb, our child. O clement, O loving, O sweet Queen of Mercy.
And though it was day, he saw a bright light, like a shooting star, fell across the sky.
The questions stopped plaguing his mind for now, at least, and at temporary peace, or at least truce, with the word, he returned to his castle and Elrond.
He walked soundlessly into his room, where he had left Elrond, but saw that he was awake and stood at the windowsill. "Could you not sleep, love?" he asked, embracing him.
"I did briefly, but I could not sleep long."
"Elrond, beloved one, are you ready to talk more about this?"
"Yes. I am ready."
"Let us take a walk," Gil-galad decided.
Their feet led them out to seashore, and when they had made sure that no one was near, Gil-galad began. "I will call Lady Artanis here. If any one can help us, she can." Elrond seemed about to protest, but he held up his hand for silence. "You will need a healer, love, other than your self. Is there another whom you would rather have?"
"No," he admitted.
"I must ask you, Elrond, how long have you known about this, your male womb?"
"For sure, only since this morning. I have suspected and wondered before."
"Then you didn't try to create a child when we consummated our love?"
"No! I would never do such a thing without your knowledge."
"Hush, sweet, I didn't blame you. This child is a gift from Eru Ilúvatar." He paused and stopped walking. When Elrond stopped also and looked up at him, he held his Herald's gaze firmly and said, "Until Lady Artanis arrives, you may continue your duties in my court and counsel, and among my soldiers. You shall not overwork yourself, though, and you shall not miss any meals. If I should see or hear that you are doing either, then I will relieve you of your duties, and commission Glorfindel to mind you. This is my decree. Clear?"
Elrond smiled softly at the king's protectiveness. "Yes, worry not; I will take care."
Notes: 1. Glosses: Hervenn - "husband"
Meldir muin - "dear friend"
Pen muin - "dear one"
Daro - "stop," (imperative mood)
2. Gil-galad's prayer is an adaptation of the "Hail Holy Queen," a popular Catholic prayer.
3. On Elves, sleep, and meditation: Fan consensus seems to be that Elves don't sleep, but they do meditate to refresh themselves. I generally agree, though I think that Elrond might sleep, because he is Half-Elven. How much his physiology changed when he made his choice is something that we can only speculate on.
Galadriel arrived from Nenuial within the next two weeks late one night. The late hour and the fast response indicated that she had sensed the urgency of the king's summons and had ridden very hard with her escort. A messenger came to the king's chambers to inform him of her imminent arrival.
"How far?" the king asked, tying his robe shut as he moved into the doorway to prevent the messenger from entering and seeing Elrond, who lay fast asleep on his bed.
"Two leagues, Majesty, and riding hard."
"Gather the household and chief counsellors to greet her. Let the lesser counsellors sleep," the king directed. "I will rouse Master Elrond myself," he added as an afterthought. Once the messenger had left, he went back the bed and grasped Elrond's shoulder. "Wake up, meleth-nin, Lady Artanis approaches.
Elrond sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Already?"
"Apparently. Come, get dressed; I'll call for water."
They dressed quickly, and less than quarter of an hour later they stood outside the great hall. Elrond stood two steps behind Gil-galad and to his right. Galadriel and her escort soon rode up and dismounted, and walking up before Gil-galad, she made a curtsy of deference. He took her offered hand and kissed it before pulling her into an embrace. "You must have kept a ferocious pace to get here so quickly, Aunt. But I am grateful. Let us keep the greetings short, so that you may refresh yourself and rest in a soft bed."
She smiled in agreement, and turned next to Elrond, who bowed to her slightly and she returned it with a nod of her head. He took her offered hand and kissed it. She pulled him into an embrace. "You grow more in grace, wisdom, and beauty, each time I see you, young one. Our king appears to be taking good care of you." Nodding at the other counsellors who had risen to greet her, she turned back to Gil-galad.
Seeing that she was ready, he offered his arm to lead her inside, Elrond following behind them. They came to the chamber reserved for her, and Gil-galad said, "Refresh yourself and rest: the reason for my summons can wait for dawn."
"Nay," she countered, "I would know the reason for it ere I rest."
"As you wish. We will await you in my study."
As she walked out side the door of the king's study she focused her thought again on the matter at hand, or rather on guessing the matter at hand. She thought that it might have something to do with Elrond, for she sensed an uncomfortable tension within him when they embraced. Hearing him pace through the closed door, her suspicions were confirmed. "Sit down, meldir," she heard the king say, "Lady Artanis will be here in due time."
But why would the king summon her on Elrond's account? He did not seem ill, and her daughter was too young to betroth. Neither did she sense darkness in him that needed to be exorcised. A new insight? An urgent vision? she wondered. Elrond was predisposed toward visions. But why would he be nervous?
Her musings ended as the guard admitted her into the king's study. Both rose to greet her and courtesies were again exchanged. "Why have you called me here on Elrond's account, Artanaro?" she finally asked. Neither was especially surprised at her forwardness or insight. Both had grown used to it over the years. "Elrond?" The King deferred to his Herald.
He decided to return bluntness with bluntness. "I am with child, my Lady. I have conceived."
Her face gave away nothing as she studied him for a moment. "By whom?"
"Ereinion, my lord and king," he answered.
She glanced at the High King, and he nodded his confirmation. "How long ago?" she asked.
"Less than three weeks," Elrond replied.
"Are you wed?" she asked.
"Yes, Círdan and Inglorion can attest to that," the king assured her.
She stepped toward Elrond hovered her hand above his abdomen, "May I?" she requested. He nodded, and she felt his abdomen through his tunic and shirt. She soon felt the small white flame that confirmed Elrond's words. No sooner than she did, she shut her eyes, and the colour in her face drained. She opened them, and said, "Indeed you have." She turned to Gil-galad, "I would speak with you alone, Artanaro."
He frowned but said, "Wait outside, Elrond, we will be brief," he looked pointedly at Galadriel. When the Peredhel had obeyed, he turned again to Galadriel his voice cool, "What did you see, my Lady, that is to harsh for his ears?"
She ignored the question. "Do you love him?"
"More than life itself."
"You are taking a grave risk. What if he should die?"
"I did not will the child, and neither did he," he parried.
"But, since you will pursue this, what if he should?"
"Then his child shall be my weregild. Though I should grieve, he will await me safely in Mandos' care, and I will return, with the child, to Aman as soon as I may, and await his release. If the child should die, or if they both should die, then my answer is the same."
"The child will be subject to the Choice of the Half-Elven. Only Eru knows what would happen should it die before it makes that choice. But you, would you not die of grief?"
"Probably I would, but that is out of my hands. I have enough faith in the Valar that I trust that they are aware of the present situation and know what's best--for us and the future of Middle Earth."
"Very well. I will examine him tomorrow morning, if that is well with you."
"Pray, do so."
"In that case, I think I shall retire," she said, as Gil-galad moved to the door to allow Elrond to return. Galadriel met him near the doorway. "Do not fear, kinsman," she said, fingering his hair and caressing his mind. "I will do what I can to aid you, and beyond that it is in the hands of the Valar and Eru Ilúvatar."
When she had left Gil-galad poured him a glass of water. "She said she would have a look at you tomorrow morning. She is not optimistic, but at least she will not judge us too much. Let us to bed, love." He took Elrond arm lightly and led him back to his chambers.
The next morning Elrond sat clothed in a light silk robe on Gil-galad's bed. Galadriel was taking the twelve pulses along the radial arteries in his wrists, and Gil-galad stood watching intently, his arms folded. After a short while Galadriel frowned. "Your right pulses are strong than your left pulses. Is that usual?"
"Yes, they have always been slightly stronger than the left side."
"Your pulse is rapid and slippery which is to be expected with pregnancy. That is certain. Otherwise, you seem to be healthy. You are iron deficient though. I want you to eat more high quality red meat and green leafy vegetables. I want you to daily take a strong cup of nasturian tea in the morning for extra iron, and peppermint in the evening, to settle your stomach, which is being affected by the excess dampness in your womb, caused by the conception." She took a moment to examine his tongue and eyes. "Lie back; I want to see how your reproductive tract is arranged."
Elrond obeyed, and when he had settled back on the mattress, Galadriel opened his robe and parted his legs, arranging them so that he knees were bent and his feet propped up on the edge of the bed. "No vaginal orifice," she muttered, her probing fingers exploring him detachedly. "The child will have to be cut out of his womb, which should be right here," she said to Gil-galad, who was leaning forward, slightly clenched fists at his sides as she touched the base of Elrond's abdomen. She withdrew her hand but held it a few inches above his lower abdomen for a few minutes. "Here, feel," she said again to Gil-galad, taking his wrist and directing his hand to where hers had been.
"I feel the dampness, I suppose that is his womb. And as I run my fingers past it, a burst of hot energy, hot white energy—just here!—is that our child?" The hovering was too much for the King and he had resorted to caressing his lower abdomen, a sensation that made Elrond clench the blanket underneath him in an effort to continue to bear the examination in stoic dignity.
Galadriel's eyes twinkled, not missing a breath her patient took, but quickly composed herself, and pretended oblivion, as she moved Gil-galad's hand slightly lower. "You might feel here how the vagina has formed, despite the lack of orifice," she said informatively.
Gil-galad did feel. "Yes, I do," he said, apparently unaware that his voice had dropped in timbre.
Elrond was biting his lips now against escaping sounds, and becoming light-headed from trying to will his energy upwards. When Gil-galad's hand accidentally bumped his testes he was undone, though, and a quiet moan escaped his traitorous mouth.
This brought Gil-galad back to awareness, and he withdrew his hand and turned to Galadriel, suspicious of her plot. "Are you quite through?" he asked coldly.
She didn't hide her amusement this time. "Yes, quite," she replied, helping Elrond to sit up again and pull his robe back about him.
After she left, Gil-galad gave his husband a kiss that was deep and thorough. "Come, Elrond. Dress, and then we must go to breakfast."
Note: Pulse reading, like Galadriel did, is an ancient and integral part of Chinese medicine. Different pulses are related to a different series of organs. It is an art that takes a life time to master but, once mastered, is extremely precise, and I see no reason why the Elves would not use it in their medicine.
Three weeks later, Elrond awoke feeling nauseated. Gil-galad immediately saw the haze in his eyes, and stroked his hair, concerned.
"I feel sick, hir-nin. Please inform the King that I will be late to work this morning," he jested.
"The King informs you that he will not have you in his court at anything less hale, and bids you to lie in bed until you have recovered your health," he returned, his voice returning Elrond's jest, but his eyes serious.
Before Elrond could make a reply he jumped out of bed and ran to fetch a bedpan. Gil-galad quickly followed, holding back his hair and rubbing his back as he emptied the contents of his stomach. After he finished, Gil-galad guided him back to bed and pressed a damp cloth to his forehead. He cleaned the bedpan and arranged it, a clean towel and a glass of water so that they were with in Elrond's reach, and then kissed him tenderly.
"I really hate to leave, meleth-nin, but you know I must. I will check on you during my midmorning break. I will inform Eirien that you are ill so that she is close if you need anything."
"I will be well by mid morning, and should be able to return to court."
"I shall be the judge of that, Elrond. Rest well."
At midmorning, Elrond did indeed feel better, and asked to return to court, but Gil-galad had other ideas. "No, Elrond, this is new, and we do not know how much of your energy it has taken or if it could return later today. I have some correspondence that you may work on in my study, and there are some things I need copied, and some notices to go out to the kingdom. Otherwise, you may stay here and read." With a grumble that might have been something about "overprotective guardians," Elrond got dressed and set out for the King's study.
A bit before noon Gil-galad entered his office and stood before Elrond for a moment, watching him work. He saw no sign of Elrond's morning sickness. "Elrond, let us go to the noon meal, and then you may accompany me to my afternoon meetings, and then, perhaps, we shall do some free-hand sparring.
Elrond looked at the food in front of him, noticing it was different than everyone else's. Venison stew with many vegetables and herbs, warm bread, and a plate of cheese and fresh fruit. His portion was smaller than usual too, and when Gil-galad saw him eyeing the food, he said, "I spoke with Galadriel today. She said that more meals of smaller amounts might ease your nausea, and I have informed the cooks of the change in diet accordingly. She also said that you should be allowed to exercise as often as you want for now, and that even riding is fine this early on. She said that a Niphredil tea might ease you stomach in the mornings, too, and that it wouldn't do any harm."
Over the next several weeks Elrond continued to be affected by his morning sickness. He would lie in bed during the morning, then Gil-galad would come to him at mid-morning and announce his verdict. If he thought Elrond well enough, he would help his beloved to dress and bathe, and they would both go to Gil-galad's office to work for a while. After lunch Elrond would get his real work of the day done: meetings, paperwork, attending the King in court, healing, and visits, and then he would go out for some moderate exercise, Ereinion allowing. Supper followed, and then some time with the people of Lindon in it's great Hall of Song, and, finally, in the privacy of the inner rooms of the King's chambers, some peaceful time in the arms of his beloved before they retired for the night.
Galadriel left Lindon after the first week of morning sickness, in order to fetch Celeborn from Nenuial, realising that she would be staying in Lindon for some time. She returned to find that Elrond's condition had worsened, just the night before, and that Gil-galad had confined the Half-Elf to the royal chambers, not wanting to take any risks.
"He suffered from terrible cramps last night, and did not feel well this morning. I gave him a tea and sent him to sleep," the King explained as he led the way to his chambers. He held back a sigh as he realised Celeborn intended to follow him into his chambers as well. Elrond valued his privacy and would be uncomfortable having another person examining him.
Celeborn must have read his thoughts in his eyes, for he said, "I am his kin, too, Ereinion. And I may be able to help."
Ereinion nodded, and opened the door. His beloved was pale and his skin was cool and clammy to the touch. His eyes were glazed with pain—he was still having the spasms, then. Ignoring the Lord and Lady for a moment, he sat down on the bed next to him and leaned down to kiss his brow softly and caress his face. "Elrond, look at me, melda."
The Peredhel, who had started to drift off again with his spouse's caresses, blinked at his words, and focused on him.
"Lady Galadriel has returned with Lord Celeborn, and they are here, and wish to see you, love." Elrond closed his eyes with a small frown, but when he opened them, the frown was erased, and he looked toward his visitors.
Celeborn stepped forward, looking at Elrond compassionately. "You and Ereinion have been blessed with a grand miracle, young one, though it saddens me to see you suffering so. Will you allow me to examine you?"
Elrond nodded his assent, and Gil-galad carefully turned down the covers to his knees, reveal Elrond's slender body clad only in a long, soft shirt. Celeborn probed the Half-Elf's yet flat abdomen gently, exploring the layout of the organs. His hand paused to rest over a certain spot for a moment. He motioned Galadriel over, and she placed her hand over the same spot. She nodded at his unasked question, smiling.
Gil-galad, watching their exchange, was trying his best to be patient, but his face revealed his heart. He looked from Galadriel to Celeborn, waiting for an explanation. "So, what is it?" he asked, when none was given soon enough.
"Come over here, and I'll show you, my lord," Celeborn said smiling. Gil-galad did and placed his hand where theirs had been. You should be able to feel a faint flutter ever so often, right about where the first knuckle of your index finger is.
Gil-galad felt, and after a moment his face brightened. "The heart," he breathed. "Elrond, love, the child's heart is developing!"
Elrond managed a soft smile, and his eyes also brightened, as their eyes caught they shared looks of joy.
Celeborn and Galadriel left them alone for a moment, slipping into the corridor to speak. When they returned, Galadriel addressed Gil-galad. "Since the male body is not made for this, my theory is that it is spasming and cramping out of confusion. I would not risk giving him anything other than Niphredil tea—that is what you gave him earlier, is it not?—but it should soothe his spasms some. Three times a day, no more. Massaging his abdomen and back regularly, and perhaps warm baths, should help as well. Would you like to see how this is done?"
"I would," Gil-galad answered.
Celeborn stepped forward again proceeded to demonstrate before he let Gil-galad try. Elrond moaned a little as his interior muscles relaxed and very soon his spouse was pronounced a proficient masseuse.
The next morning Elrond was feeling much better and joined the King, Celeborn, and Galadriel for breakfast. "What is the purpose of the digging on the other side of the Ered Luin, north of the Gulf of Lune?" Celeborn was asking.
"Men mine there for precious metals." Gil-galad answered. "It is an issue that has been distressing the Elves for the last half a yen, and now there are tensions with the dwarves who assume the Elves have found the site to be full of riches, and keep it from them. ‘For why else would Gil-galad allow Men to dig in his land?' they say." Gil-galad rolled his eyes and his tone, though light, could be easily mistaken for complaining.
Galadriel was not the only one who laughed at that, for the King certainly did not choose to allow the Men to dig there out of favour for what they were doing, he merely permitted it for the time being because it kept the tribes of Men from fighting each other to extinction.
But her laughing was cut off with the arrival of a courier. Gil-galad beckoned the young Elf forward, and he gave his message, "The Men have found something where they are digging north of the Lune, your Majesty." He paused to calm his breathing. "They have found bodies, Elves, there!"
Notes: 1. Glosses: Yen - equivalent to 144 solar years. Niphredil - "snowdrop." According to the Thain's book, it is a
"Flower of Doriath and Lothlorien. Niphredil was a white flower with a pale green, slender stalk. The pale blossoms glimmered like mist. Niphredil bloomed like stars from the earth to greet the birth of Luthien Tinuviel in the forest of Neldoreth in Doriath in Beleriand. Niphredil also grew on the slopes of Cerin Amroth in the heart of Lorien. Aragorn and Arwen plighted their troth on Cerin Amroth among the elanor and niphredil."
2. Nenuial: that is, Lake Evendim, the big lake north of the Shire. Its name means "twilight water." Some sources have Celeborn and Galadriel abiding near Lake Nenuial in the early Second Age, and some say that Celeborn was Gil-galad's vassal in Harlindon. I say: why can't both be correct? They could have travelled back and forth between Nenuial, which perhaps reminded Galadriel of Valinor, and Celeborn's office in Harlindon. Surely the would have consulted often with the young King, in those days.
To be continued...
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