How swiftly the long-years had flown! Fëanor, Elrond, Galadriel, Morgoth - even Sauron - such names were long forgotten now.
In the scattered towns of the Second-Born, the Elvenking was a myth used to frighten small children into staying out of a dangerous forest. He would appear just often enough to keep the stories alive; it amused him to do so.
Few of the Eldar remained, but those who did had sought out his hidden hall long ago. There, the old songs were still sung, and the old ways honored.
Let the Second-Born flourish; Eryn Lasgalen still belonged to Thranduil.
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