🌌 Prologue – The World of O.D.I.E.(One Dream is Enough)Written by Norä Piolonír-–The O.D.I.E. is a long-lost book, a hidden volume that sheds new light upon the history of Arda.It bridges the tales of The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings, yet follows its own path.This is the story of Mithpälion Methedras Velethryion (Ærr) and Legolas Greenleaf: their eternal love, their family, and their legacy.—

🕰️ The AgesI. The Age of Light – ValinorThe birth of Mithpälion, son of Varda Elentári and Lylerithion, the First Elf.Under the Two Trees he teaches the Vanyar and the Noldor.During the attack of Melkor and Ungoliant, the Voice of Light is consumed by darkness.Eru Ilúvatar sends him back to Arda with a new mission.—

II. The Age of the Dwarves – Amon HodnrondÆrr returns not as a Vala, but as a warrior among mortals.He walks among the Dwarves, giving them courage and dignity.The House of Durin names him legend: The Guardian of the Mountain.He refuses crowns, but his words carry the weight of gods.—

III. The Age of Shadow – Wars of Middle-earthÆrr protects the world unseen, forbidden to intervene openly.Among Men he is known as Talion.In Númenor he is remembered as Alrôs.His fate draws him to Mirkwood, where he encounters Legolas.—

IV. The Age of Union – Legolas and ÆrrÆrr and Legolas share more than two thousand years of love.Their marriage is ancient yet hidden, the deepest bond in Arda.Their children (Elarion, Lioras, Sëlarion, Fëlarion, Lylerithion, Gëlarion) are born through the blessing of Eru, carrying divine essence.Their family brings humor, sanctity, and intimacy into the world of Arda.—

V. The War of the Ring Ærr shields Legolas as an unseen guardian, ensuring he is never wounded.They spend one night together in Lothlórien during the War.After the battles, they are reunited as peace returns.—

VI. The Fourth Age – The Journey to Valinor (????)Legolas builds a ship with Gimli; Ærr sails with him across the seas.On the shores of Aman, Lylerithion, Ærr’s father, awaits them.His words: „Now you are home, my son.” – close the cycle.—

✨ Names and Legacy Mithpälion – Son of Varda(????), the Voice of Light.Ærr / Ærrons Velethryion – The returned warrior, husband of Legolas.Amon Hodnrond – Dwarvish legend: The Guardian of the Mountain.Talion / Alrôs – Names among Men and Númenóreans.Legolas Greenleaf – Prince, warrior, husband, and father.The Velethryion children – Blessed sons of Eru, opening a new Age.—🌠 The Message of O.D.I.E.This book shows that the world is not only about heroes and wars.It is about love, family, light, and legacy.That truly, one dream is enough for a new world to be born.

Chapter 1 🇬🇧- The Birth of Light

• – In the beginning was Eru, the One, whom the Elves call Ilúvatar.He made the Ainur, the offspring of his thought, and before him they performed the Great Music.And the Ainur fashioned a mighty theme, each according to his own intent, and from the Voice of the One came forth the weaving of the world and of time.And there were those who followed the theme of the Lord, and there were those who sought to raise their own song above it, and thus came into being the first struggle of harmony and discord, of light and of shadow.Many among them fell in love with the beauty of the Vision, desiring to behold it made real. And thus Eä was brought into being, the World that Is, and into its heart Ilúvatar set the Secret Fire.Among the Ainur the greatest were the Valar, the Powers of Arda, whose names have been preserved in the songs of the Quendi.Manwë was the Lord of the Winds, and Varda, Elentári, the Queen of the Stars. Beside them were Aulë, the Smith, Yavanna, giver of fruits, and Tulkas, the strong and valiant.They shaped the lands and the seas of Arda, its mountains and its forests, and all that was fair and good bore their mark.And when the Quendi, the Firstborn, awoke beneath the stars at Cuiviénen, among them was Lylerithion, of the earliest generation of the Elves.He was wise among his kin, his heart pure, and his eyes sought the light amidst the darkness of night.And when he lifted his gaze to the heavens, he beheld a star that shone brighter than all the rest, for within it dwelt not only the radiance of Varda, but a deeper secret.And as the spirit of Lylerithion rose to that star, and the star’s light gazed upon him in return, a bond was forged: the light and the soul of the Quendi became as one.And from that union, which was not of flesh but of spirit and love, a new being was wrought.And the star, which had hitherto shone in the heavens as Varda’s jewel, descended, and it took form in the world of Arda.Thus was born Mithpälion Methedras Velethryion, whom later they named Ærrons.He was not wholly Vala, nor wholly Quendi, but stood between both: the Child of Light and the son of the Elves.And from the heart of his radiance a ring was wrought, which was named Silmenyar, the Legacy of the Star.It was no separate jewel, but a part of his very being, the sign that he was born of the star.
• 📖 Chapter 2. 🇬🇧 Works of the Valar
• And when the Music was ended, and before the eyes of the Ainur the Vision was made clear, many of the mighty descended into the midst of Eä to shape it.These were the Valar, the Powers of Arda, who sought to bring the vision into being.Manwë raised the dominion of winds and airs, and at his word the clouds moved, and the birds learned their songs.Aulë shaped the heart of the earth, forging mountains and deeps, and in stone he laid strength.Yavanna clothed the earth with seeds of living things, with trees and with grasses, and from her power came forth the greatest of all: the Two Trees of Valinor.Tulkas gladdened their labour, for with his strong hands he gave strength to the world, and where his feet trod, the ruin of Melkor was undone.But of them all, Varda Elentári was the most radiant: she set the stars in the heavens, kindled everlasting lamps, so that the night should never be wholly dark.And among the stars there was one that shone more brightly than all the rest, whose light was left unnamed, for within it lay a hidden secret – a fate not yet revealed.
• 📖 Chapter 3 🇬🇧 – The Awakening of the Elves at Cuiviénen
• And when Varda set the stars in the heavens, and the world was still silent, upon the shores of the waters the Firstborn awoke, whom they named the Quendi.Their dawn did not come with the light of the Sun, but under the stars they first sang their songs, reflected in the mirror of night.Among them was Lylerithion, one of the very first of the awakened. His eyes were lifted at once to the sky, beholding in wonder the jewels of Varda.And there was one star whose light was unlike all others, and it seemed to answer his gaze.Between his spirit and that light a secret bond was woven, not of flesh and blood, but of spirit and of love.And in that moment the star remained hidden still, yet its radiance dwelt in the heart of Lylerithion.And those who stood beside him knew not why his eyes shone so, nor why he heard in the wind the voice of the heavens.For the world did not yet know that from this bond would one day be born a new being: the Child of Light, whose name would be spoken in the ages to come.
• 📖 Chapter 4 🇬🇧 – Mithpälion Methedras
• And it came to pass that the star, which had shone in the heavens as a jewel of Varda, descended in the fullness of its light and took form upon the earth.Not as the Quendi, who awoke from sleep, nor as the Valar, who shape bodies at will, but between both: his radiance, mingled of spirit and Elven soul, became flesh.Thus was born Mithpälion Methedras, the Child of Light, whose voice resounded with the song of the stars, and in whose eyes eternity was mirrored.He bore the light not only in Valinor but also in Arda, and in his presence the Vanyar sang with purer voices, and the Noldor found new courage.But Melkor, who in the Music had already hated the themes that were not his own, now looked upon him with envy.He saw that this being’s light was not born of his shadow, and he knew that never could he bend it to his will.And already his heart grew dark with hatred, and he resolved that in due time this light would be cast into darkness.Yet Mithpälion paid no heed to shadow, for the voice of the stars and the hope of Ilúvatar dwelt in him, and thus he spent his first days in peace within the heart of the world.
• 📖 Chapter 5 🇬🇧 – In the Council of the Valar
• And when the world had taken shape, and the Powers gathered in counsel upon the land of Valinor, there appeared for the first time the Child of Light, known as Mithpälion Methedras.Varda welcomed him with a smile, for his radiance bore the light of her stars.Manwë also rose and spoke:“Welcome, thou who hast come from the Song of the Heavens and the radiance of the Stars. Dwell among us, for thou bringest peace and hope.”Aulë looked upon him with reverence, for in his light he felt the strength of stone and the purity of metal.Yavanna rejoiced also, for his voice awakened the growth of living things.And Tulkas greeted him with great laughter, knowing that his might was born not of wrath, but of justice.But Melkor sat in silence and spoke darkly:“What need have we of a new voice, when the world is already shaped? Why hast thou come among us, who had no place even in the Music? Thy light is but a shadow beside mine.”Yet Mithpälion answered gently:“I am nothing save the will of Eru, and my light is not born of thine, but of that which the One has given. I am not thy shadow, Melkor, nor thy follower.”And at these words there was great silence, for the Valar understood that a new power stood among them, and in Melkor’s heart for the first time hatred burned openly against him.
• 📖 Chapter 6 🇬🇧 – Aulë’s Gratitude and the Coming of Darkness
• Before the awakening of the Quendi, Aulë the Smith, in secret, shaped the Dwarves in his workshop.He loved them, for he could not bear the long silence and waiting; and he longed for companions who would understand the speech of stone and metal.But Ilúvatar grew wrathful, for none may create life against His will.Thunder shook the heavens, and the earth trembled beneath His anger.The Dwarves fell to their knees in fear, believing they would be unmade.Then stepped forth Mithpälion Methedras, bearer of the starlight.He bowed before Ilúvatar and said:”Do not destroy them, Father! Though they were not born in Your appointed hour, their maker’s intent was pure. Grant them a place in the world, that they may prove that light, too, can spring forth from stone.”And Ilúvatar’s wrath was calmed, and He said:”They shall not walk in the time of My Firstborn, Aulë, yet because you repented, and because My son, the Voice of the Star, has pleaded for them, they shall endure. I will lay them to rest in slumber until the hour of the Quendi is come.”—Later, in one of the gardens of Valmar, as the Vanyar sang in the teachings of Mithpälion, Aulë walked beside him upon the path.”How may I ever thank you, Methedras,” he said softly, „for standing with me in the hour of Ilúvatar’s wrath? Without you, my Dwarves would never have seen the days of Arda.”Mithpälion smiled.”We all do things others deem less than good – even Ilúvatar Himself,” he answered. „Do not grieve, Father of Stone. Your children will find their path in the heart of Arda. They do not mar the world – they complete it.”Aulë lowered his head.”Would that my heart not grow wroth so swiftly… I see them sleeping, and my spirit mourns.”Mithpälion clasped his hand:”Do not fear. With all my strength and love, I will protect them when you cannot. For they are not orphans, but a hidden gift of Ilúvatar’s heart.”—Then came Lylerithion, Father of the First, and spoke proudly yet tenderly to his son:”The Vanyar delight in you, and your kin as well – Indis and the others – long to spend more time by your side. Even the Noldor, the children of Finwë, yearn for the wisdom you might share with them.”Mithpälion smiled faintly.”Do you object to this, Father?”Lylerithion shook his head.”So long as Varda’s light burns within you, and you teach them purity of spirit, my heart shall be proud. Yet beware, for you have also inherited your father’s beauty, and many desire you, my son. Guard yourself, lest a Noldo, a Vanya, or perhaps even a Maia’s fair form ensnare you before the appointed time.”Mithpälion bowed his head gently, kissing his father’s brow:”I promise, Father, I shall guard my own soul.”—But already the shadow of Melkor stretched across the bounds of Arda.From Angband’s dark pits rose demons and spirits, and with them the Balrogs wielding whips of flame. At the waters of Cuiviénen he stole away many of the newly awakened Elves.Among the captives was Lylerithion himself.When word came to Valmar, grief swept the hearts of the Valar. Yet Mithpälion’s spirit burned in silence:”If my father is dragged into the depths of Angband, then into the depths shall I follow. For the star’s light never forsakes its root.”—Long years later, Valinor gathered for a feast: the rejoicing of the mingling of the Lights. Manwë and Varda summoned all peoples to the Taniquetil, and song filled the halls of the mountain.But Mithpälion sang not. He lingered by the Two Trees in silence, his heart heavy with the absence of his father.And then the fatal hour came.From the south crept a shadow – Melkor and Ungoliant, wrapped in their black hunger. Their darkness devoured every glimmer of light.At the roots of the Trees Melkor thrust his spear, and Ungoliant leapt, binding them in her choking webs. She drank their light and bled them dry, until their sap flowed like blood upon the ground.Mithpälion, who stood nearby, sought to defend Yavanna’s gift. He struck against the shadow – but Ungoliant’s black threads coiled about him also. His light flared once more, like the last star against the night, and then was swallowed. He fell into silence and shadow, perishing with the Trees.—Thus was Valinor cast into darkness. The songs ceased, the hearts of the Valar faltered, and the world was forever marked by betrayal: Melkor’s vengeance, Ungoliant’s hunger, and the first death of Mithpälion Methedras, whom all believed lost beyond recall.
• 📖 Chapter 7 🇬🇧 – Darkness and Grief
• And when the Two Trees withered, and their light poured out upon the ground, all songs were stilled, and Valinor was plunged into deep shadow. The Valar and all those who dwelt there stood in dread and wonder, for never before had they known that light, which seemed eternal, could perish.Yavanna cast herself weeping upon the trunks, but they were cold and lifeless.Nienna’s tears fell in torrents, and her voice rose in lament, filling the mountains and valleys of Aman.Varda’s eyes were without stars, and she spoke no word, for her own light faltered.And upon the heights of Taniquetil, Manwë sat in silence, weighed with sorrow.But the greatest grief was for Mithpälion Methedras, who had fallen with the Trees, enmeshed in Ungoliant’s black webs. Many deemed him lost forever.—Then Yavanna spoke:”In the Silmarils alone remains the light of the Trees. If Fëanor would surrender them, perchance the world may yet be renewed.”But Fëanor answered in pride:”I will not yield them! The Silmarils are the work of my hand, and no Vala nor any other shall take them. Let the world perish ere they pass from me.”And strife arose, for many cursed his hardness, while others stood in awe of his words. Thus was sown the seed of discord that would bear bitter fruit.And Fëanor and his sons swore their dreadful oath, that neither Vala, nor Maia, nor Elf, nor Man, nor any creature living or dead should withhold the Jewels from them without ruin.Then came the first kinslaying: upon the shores of Alqualondë the Noldor set upon the Teleri, slew their kin, and seized their white ships. Even Galadriel, daughter of Finarfin, was witness to that bloodshed.And Fëanor, having gained the ships, burned them in spite, lest any others follow him.Thus many of the Noldor were left behind, and crossing by the cruel Helcaraxë, endured cold and death, and many perished upon the grinding ice.—But while Valinor was cast into mourning, and the Noldor were broken by blood and oath, Ilúvatar the One wrought in secret.For He would not permit the Voice of the Star to pass utterly from the world.And so it came to pass that when blood fell upon the seas of Arda, upon the shores of the Isle of Balar there came a sudden flash of light.There awoke Ærrons Velethryion, once known as Mithpälion Methedras, clothed in flesh anew.He lay naked upon the rocky strand, and the salt waves washed over him. The Elves of those coasts, and even the people of Thingol, beheld him in wonder, for never had they seen such a being: radiant and mighty, as though the stars themselves had walked among them.Thus, while the Noldor stained their hands with kindred blood, and Fëanor’s oath cast a shadow over every people, in Arda was born again a hidden hope:the Light that neither Melkor’s malice nor Ungoliant’s hunger could quench.—So was it written in the tale of the world:- the withering of the Trees,- the kinslaying of Alqualondë, the burning of the ships, and the crossing of the Helcaraxë,- and the rebirth of Ærrons Velethryion upon the Isle of Balar, rising naked from the sea yet clothed in light everlasting.And it came to pass that Fëanor, greatest of the Noldor, in wrath and reckless fire, charged against the hosts of Morgoth. Yet the Balrogs with whips of flame encircled him, and though his spirit burned mightily, his wounds were mortal. Thus he perished, leaving only his words and the dreadful oath to his sons.When his body was consumed and only the ashes of his spirit remained, Ærrons Velethryion came to Maedhros, eldest of Fëanor’s sons, and spoke:“Do not follow your father’s blindness, for his oath is a chain upon your soul, leading you to ruin. Turn instead toward the light, and let your people find peace.”But Maedhros bowed his head and answered bitterly:“We swore the Oath, and it binds us. Better all be lost than that I betray the vow I took beside my father.”Then Ærrons’ heart grew heavy, for he saw that the path of the Noldor yet led into shadow.—After these days Ærrons did not remain long in Doriath. Grief and unrest stirred in his heart, and so he mounted his steed and departed.First he returned to the Isle of Balar, where once he had awoken anew. There upon the shores he sat in thought for many nights, beneath the stars, seeking the will of Ilúvatar.Then he journeyed eastward, and at last came to the halls of the Dwarves in the deep places of the mountains – which in those days bore another name, before they were called Khazad-dûm.There the Children of Aulë received him with reverence, for in him they felt the echo of their Maker’s voice. Ærrons dwelt among them for a time, giving them counsel and friendship, and in their hearts he kindled strength and pride.—But in Beleriand his absence was sorely felt. Long did he wander, and neither Sindar nor Noldor saw him in those days. And whispers spread among them:“Where is the Child of the Star? Why has he departed?”And some murmured in darker tones, saying that perhaps he had joined with the Dark Elf, Eöl, in secret alliance.Thus the rumours grew, though the true path of Ærrons was known to few alone.…Thus Ærrons came into the deep places of the mountains, to the halls of the Dwarves, which in those days were known by another name, ere they were called Khazad-dûm. The forges glowed with fire, and the earth rang with the stroke of hammers.When the Dwarves beheld him, at first they reached for their weapons, for he was a stranger, taller and more majestic than any Elf.But as he drew near and spoke, his voice resounded in the deeps as if it were the echo of Aulë himself.“Fear not, children of stone,” said Ærrons. “I come not to harm, but to remind you that in your labour you are not abandoned. For even in the heart of rock there dwells a hidden light, and it is yours to bring it forth.”The Dwarves looked one to another, until the eldest, a grey-bearded master, stepped forward.“How know you these things?” he asked sternly. “For Aulë made us in secret, and none could speak thus save one who stood beside him.”Ærrons smiled and laid his hand upon the stone wall. And a faint radiance spread along the rock, as though starlight had awakened in the depths.“For I was there,” he answered. “I saw when he shaped you, and I pleaded for your lives when the One grew wrathful.”Then was there a great silence. And at last the Dwarves bowed their heads before him.The elder spoke again:“If this is truth, then you are no mere guest among us, but a brother. Dwell with us, and give us counsel, for your word has the weight of the mountains.”So Ærrons sat among them and gave them counsel: to be steadfast in courage, to honour the work of their hands, and to remember that stone is not only for weapons, but for halls and homes.—From that day forth, among the Dwarves he was named Amon Hodnrond, the Guardian of the Mountain.And in their legends his image endured, as one who was counted among them, though he was born of light.
• 📖 Chapter 8 🇬🇧 – The Sindar
• And while the Noldor bore the burden of their dreadful oath and the stain of kinslaying, another tale unfolded in the lands of Beleriand.—Among the Dwarves – Amon HodnrondIn the deep halls of the mountains, where the fire of the forges burned and the hammers rang upon stone, a new story spread among the Dwarves. For there walked one whom they named Amon Hodnrond, the Guardian of the Mountain.He was taller than any Elf, and when he spoke, his words rang like the echo of Aulë himself. He gave no commands, yet by his presence alone he poured courage into their hearts.He taught them, saying:”Forge not only weapons from the iron, but also homes and hope. For even in the heart of stone dwells a hidden light, and it is yours to bring it forth.”And the Dwarves believed him. Thus Amon Hodnrond became a legend among them: not as a god or a master, but as a brother. And even in the songs of their children his name endured, as one who shielded them in the storms of the world.—In Doriath – TalionYet while the forges blazed in the mountains, in the great forests of Beleriand the Sindar lived in peace. Under King Thingol and Queen Melian arose Menegroth, the Thousand Caves, wrought by the craft of the Dwarves, and it became the fairest dwelling of the Elves of that realm.And among them dwelt a stranger, who was not called god nor star-child, but simply Talion. His words were quiet, yet all he spoke was heeded; his gaze was gentle, yet heavy with unseen weight.Melian knew there was more within him than he revealed. When she had given him raiment and shelter upon the shores of Balar, she had felt in her heart that a fragment of the ancient Light had returned into the world. But she told no one of her secret.Often did Thingol sit beside him in the evening hours and seek his counsel:”Tell me, Talion, what shall I do for my people, when tidings come of the bloodshed of the Noldor and of the dark hosts that grow in might?”And Talion would answer:”Forget not, O King, that darkness endures not forever. The light you guard in your heart is stronger than any shadow. Yet beware of pride and vengeance, for the shadow is great enough without them.”—The Two PathsThus went Ærrons, whom the Dwarves named Amon Hodnrond, and the Sindar called Talion.He was not always present in one place or the other, but wandered to and fro, as though Arda itself summoned him to carry his word among every people.And the years passed, until the hour drew near when the Noldor would at last set foot upon the lands of Beleriand. Then the fate of all would meet again – the peace of the Sindar, the hidden works of the Dwarves, and the shadow of the Noldor’s past – and witness to all these was he, known by many names, but in truth ever the same: the Child of Light.And while the Sindar dwelt in peace, tidings came from the sea: the Noldor had crossed into Beleriand. Many bore the scars of ice and blood, for the kinslaying at Alqualondë, the burning of the ships, and the cruel passage of the Helcaraxë weighed heavily upon them.First came the sons of Fëanor with great force, and after them followed others: Fingolfin, Finrod, Galadriel, and their kin. And thus for the first time the Sindar beheld the Noldor, bright of countenance yet shadowed in spirit, exiles burdened by oath and doom.King Thingol summoned a great council in Menegroth to hear the words of the newcomers.There sat Melian, and beside her stood in silence Talion, whose counsel she heeded in secret.The Noldor spoke, and Galadriel’s eyes first met the gaze of Talion. Her heart was stirred, for she felt in him a light she had not seen even in Valinor since the death of the Trees. Yet Talion’s eyes were grave, and he spoke no word to her.Then Fingolfin said:“We are driven from our home, and we seek a new dwelling here in the land of Beleriand. Burdened we are with oath and sorrow, yet with our labour and our arms we may bring alliance and strength to this people.”But Thingol was silent, and at last he said:“I know you not, and I cannot forget the blood upon your hands. I will not hasten to judge, for you carry with you the shadow of your past.”Then Melian whispered to Talion:“What think you of them?”And Talion answered:“Light and shadow walk together in them. Ice and blood have hardened them, yet still the flame of light beats in their hearts. If they master their pride, they may achieve great deeds. But if not… they shall bring only ruin.”And Melian’s heart was troubled, for she knew that the days to come held much sorrow.
• 📖 Chapter 9 🇬🇧 – The Awakening of Men
• By then the world had already seen much sorrow:the Light of the Trees had perished,the Noldor had come to Beleriand burdened with blood and ice,and the Sindar lived in the shadow of fear and doubt.Yet in that hour, when the stars shone most brightly, Eru called forth a new race.This was the Awakening of Men.They did not rise in the West under the radiance of Valinor, nor in the heart of Beleriand, but far away in the lands of Hildórien, in the East.There they awoke as the first sunrise touched the sky.But there was One who felt their coming from the very first dawn.Mithpälion Methedras, whom the Dwarves named Amon Hodnrond and the Sindar called Talion Barbossai, perceived Eru’s will and kept watch over the newborn race from afar.Yet other powers moved as well.Melkor was the first to know of the awakening of Men, and already he cast his shadow upon them: dreams filled with terror, whispers of falsehood, and fear that gnawed at their hearts. Many were led astray before they ever beheld the true Light.But Mithpälion would not let them fall so easily.Once, when a wandering group of Men fled westward through the shadow of the mountains, weary and starving, a pack of black, monstrous beasts fell upon them.Then Talion appeared among them, clad in a long cloak, a spear of light in his hand.With but a single word he drove the beasts away.The Men fell trembling to the ground, for never had they seen such a being.But he raised them gently and said:> „Do not fear. You too are Children of Eru.Though you are weak, in your hearts dwells a strength you have not yet discovered.”And from that day tales spread among the first tribes of Men, of a mysterious stranger who walked beneath the starlight and guarded them from the darkness.They did not know his name, and so they called him the White Wanderer.And when Ærrons departed from the eastern tribes whom he had first defended against the dark beasts, his path led him back to Doriath, into the halls of Melian and Thingol.There a great council was gathered, for tidings had come that a new race had awakened in the world: Men. Many feared them, for they were unknown, and some suspected that the shadow of Melkor clung to them.Thingol spoke sternly:“If they are weak and swift to fall into corruption, then they will bring naught but trouble to Beleriand. Let them not be welcomed, for a shadow goes before them.”But then spoke Talion, whose counsel Melian always heeded:“Do not cast them aside, O King. Weak they may be, yet for that very reason a different gift has been given them. Within them lies a strength they do not yet know; and if we lead them toward the Light, they may become our allies against the Darkness.”Thingol answered in doubt:“Your words are lofty, yet the span of Men is brief, and I do not trust them.”Then Melian interposed, and with gentle voice said to her lord:“Forget not, my King, that in them speaks the will of the One. And what Talion says is no mere opinion – his words spring from the Light itself. If he so sees them, let us not close our hearts utterly against the race of Men.”Thus it was that though Thingol’s heart remained guarded, in Melian’s heart the knowledge awoke: Ærrons would indeed become a bridge among the peoples – Elves, Dwarves, and Men alike.And so it came to pass that many tribes of Men set out westward, for following the radiance of the stars they felt that there lay light and safety. Long was their road, through forests and over mountains, and many were lost to hunger and to beasts; yet in their hearts burned the longing to reach the stronger lands of the world.Ærrons, whom they named the White Wanderer, appeared among them from time to time: sometimes he drove away wild creatures, sometimes he showed them water, and at other times he named the stars in the sky so they might follow their course. He did not always remain with them, but in the hour of greatest need he was there.At last, the first companies of Men came to the borders of Beleriand. There they met the Elves for the first time – and fear seized them, for the Elves’ faces shone as though they were born of the stars.The Sindar raised their weapons, for strangers approached, but then Talion stepped forth between them. He lifted his hand and said:“Be not afraid of one another. They too are Children of the One, and not enemies.”Slowly the Men laid aside their fear, and their weapons as well. Yet the Elves remained wary and bore tidings to Thingol.When the King heard of this, he said:“I do not rejoice at this people. Their lives are brief, their strength is small, and the Shadow lies too near to them. They will bring more trouble than alliance. I will not have them within the bounds of Doriath.”But Melian spoke again:“Forget not, my lord, that nothing is born without the will of the One. And if Talion stands with them, then his word springs from the Light itself. I say: let them dwell among us, for the day will come when they shall be our helpers.”Thingol was silent, but his face remained stern. At last he said:“I will not close our gates, but neither will I open them wide. Let them live in the world, but let them not enter the heart of Doriath.”And so began the first mingling of Men and Elves: with fear and mistrust, yet with growing hope, for among them walked one who was known by many names, but who in truth was ever the same – the Voice of the Light.
• 📖 Chapter 10 🇬🇧 – Finrod and the Friendship of Men
• And it came to pass that the wandering tribes of Men ventured deeper into the lands of Beleriand. In the shadowed woods, where rivers mirrored the starlight, they first encountered one of the great princes of the Noldor: Finrod Felagund, son of Finarfin.When the Men beheld him, fear filled their hearts, for his face was radiant and his voice like the string of a harp. But Finrod began to sing: his song told of the murmuring waters, of the whisper of leaves, and of the path of the stars. And the hearts of Men, which until then were burdened with dread, were filled with peace and joy.Many wept as they bowed low, for they felt as though they had come home. Thus began the first bond of trust and friendship between Men and the Noldor, beneath the light of the stars.Ærrons, who was already known among them as the White Wanderer, watched this meeting from afar. In his heart he smiled, for he knew that Finrod’s spirit was pure, and that he was worthy to be the first ally of Men.—A Side Scene – Melian and TalionThat very night, when the council in Doriath was ended, Lady Melian and Talion stepped quietly out of the gates of Menegroth. Together they walked into the deep forest, until they came to a stony height from which the stars and the silver rivers could be seen.Melian drew her cloak closer, yet her eyes lingered upon Talion’s face.”Sometimes I fear that my people do not understand the new order of the world,” she said softly. „But you remind me always that the Light does not dwell in Valinor alone.”Talion turned toward her, his gaze deep and radiant.”The Light is in you as well, Melian. You are the one who preserves it here, in this land. Without you, the Sindar would be lost.”The two figures stood beneath the stars, close together, saying little, yet in that moment there was a strange spark between them. It was not love, nor desire – but the nearness of two mighty spirits. Yet to any who might have seen them in the shadows, it could easily have seemed otherwise.And so whispers began among the people: „Talion and Melian… perhaps there is more between them than they show.”In truth nothing passed between them, but the appearance alone was enough to be remembered in later days.—Thus a new age began in the world:- the first friendship of Men and Elves through Finrod Felagund,- and within Doriath the first rumours of a hidden bond between Melian and Talion.After Finrod first brought peace and joy into the hearts of Men with his song, one of their tribes chose him as friend and lord. This was the House of Bëor.Bëor, the elder of the tribe, stood by Finrod without hesitation, and his people followed him. Not for power nor for riches, but because they felt that in Finrod’s voice and gaze shone the Light of Eru.And Finrod, filled with gratitude, said:“I shall not be your master, but your brother. As my people have given protection and knowledge to others, so shall I share with you what I received in Valinor.”From that day the people of Bëor entered his service, and they learned from one another: the Men received weapons, wisdom, and song; while the Noldor learned from the strength of mortal hearts.—Not long after, another tribe entered the lands of Beleriand: the forebears of the House of Hador. They were hardier and more warlike, strong of arm, often clashing with beasts and Orcs that pressed in from the East.When the vanguard of Fingolfin’s host encountered them, strife arose at first. But then Talion came forth.“These too are Children of the One,” he said. “They are not your foes, but your allies, if you will show them the way.”And so it proved: the people of Hador soon became the mightiest allies of the Noldor, their blood and bravery forged together in many battles.—Yet a dark shadow also fell upon Men. Servants of Morgoth sent them dreams and phantoms, and many tribes strayed, turning to darkness. Ærrons, who walked among them now as the White Wanderer, now as Talion, often spoke to them:“Do not hearken to the whispers of fear! The voice of shadow is not yours, but the Light that dwells deep within your hearts.”At times his words preserved them; at others only a few remained faithful. And Ærrons’ heart grew heavy, yet he did not abandon them. For he knew: though weak, they bore within themselves the key to the future of Arda.
• 📖 Chapter 11 🇬🇧 – The Battle Under the Stars
• When the first hosts of the Noldor entered the lands of Beleriand, the armies of Morgoth already lay in wait. An outpouring of Orcs fell upon the borders, and beneath the starlight fierce battles began: this was the Dagor-nuin-Giliath, the Battle Under the Stars.The Noldor fought with strength and valor: many Orcs perished, yet their own losses were great. And though in wrath Fëanor pursued the hosts as far as the very gates of Angband, there the Balrogs assailed him, and his flame was quenched. His body was consumed, and his sons and brethren remained in doubt and grief.—The Defense of DoriathWhile war raged across Beleriand, the forests of Doriath were girded by a strange power and light. Melian, the Maia queen, poured forth her might in defense. Yet she was not alone.Beside her stood Talion, the Child of Light, and with him she sustained the unseen barrier that later would be named the Girdle of Melian.Against this barrier neither Orc nor dark spirit could prevail. And while Melian’s words and song wove the enchantment, Talion’s strength, like the stars themselves, was bound into it.Together they stood beneath the trees, often until dawn, while the winds carried tidings of the world, and the folk beheld them: Melian and Talion side by side, as though inseparable.—The WhispersAnd soon whispers stirred in the hearts of the people.”They are ever together.””Melian smiles differently when Talion is near.””Perhaps there is more between them than they show…”Thingol trusted his queen, yet even he felt a pang to see how often she turned to Talion. And among the Noldor the tale spread: „The Lady of the Sindar and the stranger born of light…”Yet in truth there was never aught between them. They were but two mighty spirits, their powers joined to guard Beleriand.But the appearance was stronger than the truth. And so the shadow of rumor was set down in the lore of later days, remembered for centuries to come.—The Fate of the WorldWhile the Noldor fought battle after battle against Morgoth’s hosts, the forests of Doriath remained inviolate: for the Girdle of Melian and the Light of Talion were an unbreakable wall.And though the wars were bitter and the price heavy, hope endured, for there were yet allies in the world: Men, Dwarves, Sindar, and the Voice of the Light who watched over them all.In the shadow of that battle a new age began in Beleriand: for the Noldor had come at last, and they met with the Sindar. Yet peace was not easily found, for in the proud heart of Thingol there dwelt mistrust, and he looked with suspicion upon the weapons and the might of the Noldor.“They come with hands stained in blood,” he said once in the halls of Menegroth. “I do not desire such an alliance.”Fingolfin and Finrod sought for peace, but the sons of Fëanor answered with hard words. Only the wisdom of Melian, and the counsel of Talion, kept open war from breaking forth.Then Talion spoke to Thingol:“They bear the shadow of their past, my lord, yet the flame of Light still burns within them. If you reject them wholly, then Morgoth triumphs without ever drawing sword.”And Melian nodded, adding:“We cannot forget that they too are of our kin, though their burdens are heavy.”But the heart of Thingol was not appeased, and the Noldor did not forget the pride of his words.—Thus, while Melian and Talion together upheld the safety of Doriath, the world beyond grew divided:– the rift between Sindar and Noldor deepened,– the race of Men still sought their place,– in the hearts of the Dwarves secret things were being wrought,– and above all spread the shadow that poured from Angband.Yet in the memory of the people, most of all, one thing endured: that beneath the stars, in the darkest of hours, Melian and Talion ever stood side by side. And that appearance alone was enough to etch the rumor of a “secret bond” into the lore of later days.And after the Dagor-nuin-Giliath, the Noldor mourned Fëanor, yet they did not yield. Under the banners of Fingolfin and with the counsel of Finrod a new order was set in Beleriand: fortresses were raised, towers and strongholds built, to guard the northern marches.But Morgoth soon sent forth another great host, and thus began the Dagor Aglareb, the Glorious Battle.Upon the northern plains the hosts met: countless Orcs and Balrogs poured forth, but the discipline of the Noldor, the valor of Fingolfin, and the renewed leadership of Maedhros turned the tide. The battle was long and bitter, yet in the end the Noldor were victorious.Many great deeds were wrought: Finrod and his brethren fought valiantly, and Maedhros, freed from the torment of Angband, restored the honor of his house. The armies of Orcs were scattered, and the Noldor believed that at last they might hold their lands in strength.From that day began the Siege of Angband: for long years and centuries the Noldor held watch at the gates of the North, to keep Morgoth shut within his iron prison.—And while war raged in the North, the forest of Doriath remained inviolate. For there Melian and Talion stood together, and their joined power shone out like the mingled light of the Two Trees of Valinor.And the people whispered ever more:“They rule Beleriand not by sword, but by standing side by side.”“The Lady Melian and Talion… a secret bond binds them.”Yet the truth remained: their power was joined only for the defense of the world.

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