***NOTE: To give you a gist, stating again the following: The Silmarillion speaks of a time when men would rule the world. I wrote this with reference to that era - like if Thorin & Thranduil were to be born again in the world of men, connecting at a deeper level due to their previous lives. Please read THE AWAKENING - Part 1. Hope you enjoy…
Years had passed, but Belzaren’s anger could never be doused. His men would assail and raid the people of Heflamaine, who had been residing therein. But Belzaren turned a blind eye to their suffering, mainly due to the inclination of their loyalty still being towards Azmeran and its king.
Helpless and disregarded, they had none other to turn to than Theron. A group of them secretly paid visit to the king of Azmeran. They requested him to do something about the quandary and help them restore their lives in Heflamaine back to normalcy and peace. Theron’s hands were bound; he could not willingly send his men to their deaths. He had no choice but to have the group from Heflamaine gone, without attending to the favour they sought.
On their way back, Haladon and a troop of his loyal soldiers stopped them to have a word. Haladon informed them that, with a few of his men, he shall visit Heflamaine and dwell with them covertly. If there was to be another attack, he promised to fight protecting them. The group left for Heflamaine, relieved by Haladon’s words.
“Father would not allow this. You are all he has left Haladon; you must see sense, brother” Silwae requested her brother-in-law, hoping that he would heed her words of concern.
“He must not know of this. I beg of you Silwae; I must do this. I shall not recline silently in comfort, while those loyal to our kingdom falls prey to the cruel hands of Belzaren’s men. Father might fear my death, but I do not” Haladon spoke his heart.
“I will return sister. Do not fear” Haladon attempted at comforting her. He kissed her hand and requested her leave.
“Uncle!” Thorin called after Haladon, as he was leaving Silwae’s quarters.
“Thorin!” Haladon beamed at the young boy; he always reminded him of his dear brother.