Come Together, Broken Things, and Grow by UnicornsInSpace  

Chapter 7

This takes place right after chapter 6. 

Prompt- The road goes ever on

             Radariel kept riding until she saw her mother and cousin near the sea. The sun glittered on the waves, rolling and churning angrily at the Fëanorians for spilling innocent blood yet again. Mabelen was the very picture of Mablung, with brown skin and black, straight hair. One thing he did inherit from his Niënor was her height, towering over most people that he was in a room with. He perked up from a solemn expression when he caught sight of her in the distance, and Finduilas smiled widely as her daughter rode up to them.

            “Radariel!” Mabelen embraced her tightly as soon as she had dismounted, “I was so worried.”

            “Mabelen! Glad to be back!” Radariel hugged him tightly. They had grown up more or less as siblings, even though they were cousins, and were therefore very close. She let go and turned to her mother.

             “Naneth, the spell you taught me worked perfectly! They ran away like scared children!” Radariel said.

             “Very good. So happy to hear it.” Finduilas replied.

            She pulled her daughter into her arms and held her closely. If there was anyone who knew how horrid it was to lose a loved one, it was her, having lost almost every family member in her life with few exceptions. Given Túrin’s history, she was worried that Radariel would also suffer a tragic death in battle. She taught her everything she knew to protect herself with. Magic, combat, advice, you name it- and sent her daughter to fight with her blessing, knowing she would have gone with or without it. It seemed that fate had spared them this time. 

            “Maedhros tried to make it over to me and fight me, but I did not engage. I thought he would catch me, but I got out of there, just like you said to do.”

            “Very nice! I am proud of you, i vell nín.”

            “Thanks, Naneth. Where is Queen Elwing?” Radariel asked.

            “She is flying across the sea to find Eärendil.” Mabelen said, “Maglor came from a separate direction, and there was no other way to keep the nauglimir from them.”

            “Will we ever see her again?” Radariel asked.

            “Not for a while, I think,” Finduilas put a hand on Radariel’s shoulder, “But remember, i vell nín, Eru always makes good things come out of hardships.”

            “Yes, Naneth. Perhaps Queen Elwing can help Lord Eärendil make it to Aman at last.”

            “Yes, that would be wonderful.“

            “Do you think they will see their parents again?” Mabelen asked, “Or my parents again?”

            “Perhaps. That would definitely be good coming out of tragedy,” was Finduilas’s answer.

            Tuor and Idril had sailed for Valinor just a month after Eärendil and Elwing’s wedding, and Niënor and Mablung had gone with them. Mablung did not want to leave Middle Earth, but he was persuaded by the possibility of Niënor gaining immortality and being able to live forever with him. He could have chosen between Middle Earth or his wife, and he chose his wife, just like Queen Melian had told him to do. Mabelen did not go with them. He wished to stay with Finduilas and Radariel, and was deeply in love with Thranduil, who was staying. Thranduil returned his affections. Although they said nothing of it to others, everyone knew anyway.

            “The road goes ever on, as they say.” Finduilas continued.

            “And ours leads us to the Isle of Balar,” Radariel looked out over the sea.

            “Yes, let’s make our way to the inlet, so we can be on a ship when the sea clears.”

            The three of them mounted their horses and made their way towards the shore.

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            Radariel survives the War of Wrath and goes with Finduilas to Valinor, and is summoned to Tirion by Finarfin. He tells her to seek out a small cabin on the northern edge of the forest. There is someone there she should meet. She meets Beleg and Túrin, who is very emotional about meeting her. He says Morgoth’s curse was lifted upon his death and Mandos let him stay in Valinor because he married Beleg, but also so he could meet her.

Mabelen and Thranduil get married. Nellas volunteers as the surrogate for the couple’s child, Legolas. He is born in the early 3^rd Age, after the overthrow of Sauron and the halls in Northern Mirkwood are constructed.