Dreams of Power [ Lord of the Rings x Silmarillion ]

All Assembled

Behind them were three women. One was golden haired and fair faced, her beauty exceptional for Men. Elboron supposed it was Lady Alodia, the suitor sent from Rohan. Next to her was a woman, shorter, with a ruddy face and brown hair. She had dreads in her hair in some places. Elboron realized this was Cwen, the Dunlending suitor. And last but not least, a tall, dark haired and grey eyes maiden stood there. Malwen of the Northern Reunited Kingdom.

“Welcome Lady Adira, welcome Lady Malika. And Welcome Lady Nemir!” Aragorn smiled gladly at them. “Please, come inside. As you can see there are many people here today.”

Adira, still wearing her veil, felt all eyes on her and her sister. But Malika seemed unaffected. She instantly walked over to the other young girl and introduced herself.

“Hi!” She smiled. “I am Malika. Are you Sídhil?”

“I am indeed,” grinned the princess. “So. What's your favorite color?”

“Definitely red. It's the color of the desert sands at sunset.” Malika smiled to herself, thinking of her homeland.

Sídhil shrugged. “I've never seen a desert. What's it like?”

As the young girls talked, small groups began to form inside the gigantic throne room. Eldarion and Aderthon found Elboron. Círeth sought out Fëalas. Nemir joined Malwen, Cwen, and Alodia. King Elessar stood with his wife, Amdirien, and the hobbits, while Elfwine left his wife with the King and soon found the other three companions from the Northern Fellowship. Alphros found them too.

But Adira stood alone. As she stood there, wondering what to do, a woman came up to her. So beautiful was she that Adira wondered if she was an elf.

“Welcome, Lady Adira,” the woman bowed to her. “I am Arwen.”

“Queen Arwen,” bowed Adira, surprised. “You do me great honor by addressing me!”

Arwen chuckled. “Come, join me and my husband.”

Adira nodded and followed her to the small group. She saw the hobbits and looked at them in confusion. “A saghir?” She spoke the last word in her own language, unsure of the Westron word for the small people.

“Hobbit, if you please,” Pippin smiled. “It's what we call ourselves.”

“Hobbit,” she spoke it aloud. “Nice name.”

“Lady Adira, these are my good friends and former companions Meriadoc Brandybuck, or Merry, and Peregrin Took, also known as Pippin.” Aragorn gestured to each hobbit in  turn. “Here too is Elanor Gardner, her son Elfstan, and daughter Fíriel. They also are dear to me.”

Adira bowed to each of them. She then turned to Delwyn. The woman was tall and slight of build. Her blonde hair was neatly braided in a special style down her back and at her foot stood little Eldric.

“I am Delwyn, wife of Prince Elfwine of Rohan,” she smiled, shaking hands with Adira. “This is our son Eldric.”

“A pleasure,” Adira nodded.

“Finally, this is my daughter Amdirien.” Aragorn gestured to a talk, regal woman who looked very much like her mother. “She is a credit to her family.”

Amdirien chuckled and bowed to Adira. “He gives me too much praise because he is my father. Welcome, Lady Adira.”

“Now where did Sídhil go?” Arwen muttered aloud, looking around and not finding her youngest daughter.

Adira sighed. “I am afraid Malika will only be a bad influence on your daughter, my Lady.”

Aragorn laughed merrily. “Something tells me they will be bad influences on each other.”

On the other side of the throne room, near a door to a side hallway, Aderthon stood with Eldarion, Elboron, Elfwine, and Alphros. The grown men weren't paying too much attention to the teenager, but he was just happy to be there.

“How was Harad?” Aderthon asked Elboron.

He shrugged. “Hot. Dry. But the people are pleasant. Adira is quite a woman.”

“Careful Lothuial doesn't hear you say that,” laughed Eldarion.

Elboron immediately perked up. “How is she?”

“She's doing well. Resting upstairs at the moment. She was going to be down here but she grew tired and went to sleep.” Eldarion explained her absence calmly. But suddenly he grew grave. “However there is bad news.”

“What do you mean?” Immediately he looked worried. Had she gotten sick? Was the baby alright?

“It's your brother,” revealed Aderthon slowly. “We believe he’s dead.”