Tales of Middle-Earth by tinni

Gemini

Chronicals what happened to Elured and Elurin

Come one, come all
Gather as the tale is told
The tale of the silver princes
The Silver Princes of Doriath of old

Eluréd and Elurin were they
Twins with locks of silver as Tilion’s rays
In joy they lived by the light of the Silmaril
In the winter of Doriath in ages long ago

But joy cannot last in Arda marred
The end of Doriath was all too near
For the seven sons of the spirit of fire
Sought the last rays of the trees of light

The red sun heralded their coming
The coming of the sons of fire
The wind of death caught their banner
The end of Doriath was written ere long

Nothing remained, ruins save
A Kingdom lost to time and thought
The brothers survived but left to die
Die upon the frozen river

But death was not their lot that day
And found they were by a grieving soul
A She-wolf with a dead mate and cub
Found the brothers to suckle at her milk filled buds

So the brothers survived the fall
The fall of Doriath of legend and song
Dwelling with the wolf they loved
Who loved them back as she would her own cubs

Till one day they heard a voice
A voice sweeter than the call of birds
Singing a sad song of a maiden long gone
With night black hair and eyes like stars

Daeron it was, the fabled minstrel of Doriath
Who found his princes in the den of the wolf
Joy was in his heart to find them alive
The scions of his princess whom he loved

He took the boys and the wolf as well
For the three would not part, no matter what
To the east they went, looking to the sun
Afraid the west would bring them not but woe

Up mountains they climbed, down valleys they went
Rivers they followed to their source and beyond
At last they came upon the banks of a dark lake
Where trees grew ever green and ever more

Their they stopped to dwell for a spell
But found themselves caught in the middle
Middle of fear, of hate and confusion
Morgoth’s legacy from times long ago

You see a tribe humans dwelt
In the banks of the dark lake
Who feared the birth of two at once
They feared the twins no matter what

In the dead of night they attacked
The brothers fought with all their might
But their strength was not enough
To save the wolf who fate made their mother

They charged village and asked them why
Why harm them when they have done naught
The people trembled and fumble but told
Told of a cave where twins were sent

The gods of blight dealt in the cave
And all twins were food for them
Daeron listened to songs and tales
Uncovering the nature of the said gods

Balrogs they were that Morgoth left
On purpose perhaps, none can tell
They slept and feed and birthed fear
Morgoth’s purpose all too near

The brothers swore to defeat this evil
No other twins would be fodder for such evil
Daeron followed the two he loved dear
Perhaps a song of grand victory was near

Down and down they went
Down to the bowels of the earth
Till they found the creatures of fire and shadow
Ready to fight and feast ever anon

Fight they did for days on end
Daeron watched at the brothers bidding
With notched blades the brothers fought
No grand weapons or master training to their name

At last the Balrogs fell
To the heart of Eä, never to return
But the brothers faired little better
Their wounds deep and gushing without end

Upon the stars they struggled to gaze
Daeron wept and sang to avert the end
But death was never the lot of the twins
For the lady of stars was on their side

She bid them come to the utter most west
She bid Daeron sing in doom’s ring
As he sang she fashioned stars
And the Gemini shown on the night sky

So it is the story ends
The twins found rest in the utter most west
Yet from the heavens they watch us all
Ready to fight when the need comes

Chapter End Notes

Author’s note: A retelling of Roman mythological tale to Romulus and Ramous and the Greek/Roman story of the Gemini twins