By Any Means Necessary
by Morgana

Part 1

"By any means necessary, Erestor. We need this alliance," Elrond said determinedly. His dark robes fluttered behind him as he paced his study. Long, dark hair danced restlessly on his shoulders and his lips formed a narrow line. It was completely unnecessary to keep up appearances in front of Erestor, as he was a trusted friend. "Darkness is creeping up on Mirkwood, plunging it into Shadow and corrupting the lands. Although Thranduil does not want to admit it, he needs help in defeating this evil. It is important that we reach an agreement -- an understanding."

Erestor thoughtfully nodded his head. He had seated himself opposite the half-Elf's desk and was trying to sort out his thoughts concerning this matter. "I understand your concern, Elrond, but do you really think Thranduil will suddenly change his mind? He has refused an alliance with Imladris these last few centuries."

The last time a message had been sent to Mirkwood discussing a truce, Thranduil had completely ignored it. The only connection they had to the Mirkwood King was through his son, Legolas. The Prince at times visited Imladris, supplying them with minute information. Erestor was certain Thranduil didn't know of his son's visits, or the Sindarin Elf would have forbidden Legolas' journeys to Imladris a long time ago.

"That is why I am sending you," said Elrond firmly, locking gazes with a thoroughly flabbergasted Erestor. "You are most cunning and sly, and you might find a way to change Thranduil's mind. He won't speak to me, but he may grant you an audience." Elrond was hoping against all odds that Erestor would succeed where he had failed. "We cannot lose Mirkwood to darkness."

"Meldir, (friend) I am Noldorin, just like you are. Thranduil holds as much hatred for me as he does for you. Why would he make an exception for me?" Erestor was not convinced he could change Thranduil's mind. "We have always known that he hates the Noldor -- especially you, Elrond, as he blames you for his father's death." Erestor was flattered that Elrond placed this much trust in him, but how was he supposed to achieve the impossible? But, on the other hand, he did like a challenge and convincing Thranduil to form an alliance with Imladris was the ultimate test. Could he pull it off?

"We must try, Erestor." Worried, Elrond met his advisor's probing gaze. Erestor was his last hope to keep Mirkwood safe. "You must find a way. I received a message from Celeborn and Galadriel that they are willing to support Mirkwood, if Thranduil agrees to some sort of truce. Thranduil needs to stop fighting us and ally Mirkwood with Lorien and Imladris instead. If this argument between our realms continues it will be to the benefit of Sauron; we cannot allow that to happen."

"Do not put too much trust in my abilities, Elrond," cautioned Erestor. "Even if I manage to gain an audience with Thranduil, he might not see the wisdom of your request and reject it."

Elrond collapsed onto his chair and stared at Erestor in obvious misery. "Erestor, Thranduil refuses to talk with me. You are our last chance." His chief advisor could be charming as well as cunning when his mind was set. "By any means necessary, mellon-nîn." (My friend.)

Erestor sighed deeply, knowing better than to start another argument with the half-Elf. He would do his best and he hoped that he wouldn't disappoint his friend. "When do you want me to leave?"

Elrond jumped to his feet and took up pacing again. He would have preferred to travel to Mirkwood himself, but Thranduil had threatened to end his life should he ever set foot in his lands. "You will leave at once. As we speak, Glorfindel is already putting together a suitable escort."

"No escort is needed," Erestor said, firmly shaking his head. If he was to do this, he would do it his way, not Elrond's.

"But Erestor!" Elrond exclaimed. "The roads are dangerous these days!" He wondered if his chief advisor knew what dangers lurked in the darkness. When was the last time Erestor had been away from Imladris? It must have been decades ago!

Erestor smiled for the first time during their meeting. "And how come the roads are less dangerous with an escort? Guards will only draw attention; when I am alone I can move more quickly and unnoticed." He would do this on his terms, and he hated escorts. The guards had a tendency to treat him as if he had never participated in a fight before. They would either fuss or look at him with slight contempt in their eyes. As guards they couldn't envision living a life cooped up in a library or their Lord's study.

"At least take Lindir with you," pleaded Elrond. "I do not want you to go to Mirkwood alone. Someone should be with you should something go amiss."

Erestor considered the request -- which was reasonable -- and realized he couldn't decline. "Aye, I will take Lindir with me, but no guards. I want to travel light and fast."

"An escort would help impress Thranduil upon your arrival," said Elrond thoughtfully. Did Erestor truly understand whom he was up against?

Erestor shook his head. "Such an impression won't last long. I have to find other ways to impress Thranduil." In order to gain Thranduil's cooperation he would have to gain the Sindarin Elf's trust, which could prove impossible. The King would never trust a Noldorin Elf.

Impatiently, Elrond walked over to Erestor, raised his hand, and rested it on his friend's shoulder. "We have known each other for several millennia, Erestor, and I always found your council wise. I feel confident you will find a way to convince Thranduil."

Erestor raised an eyebrow. "I will be gone for quite a while. Convincing Thranduil won't be easy and it will take time. I will have to win his trust first."

"Do whatever you need and always keep in touch with me, meldir," said Elrond, squeezing Erestor's shoulder. "Tell Lindir to contact me at once should Thranduil take -- ah, how to phrase this delicately? -- inappropriate measures."

"Ah, you think he will imprison me?" Erestor chuckled softly. He couldn't help feeling amused at that prospect. "He had better not try that or he might find himself with a diplomatic incident on his hands. I have my ways of dealing with the likes of him."

"I know you do." Elrond didn't know how Erestor always managed the impossible. His chief advisor had surprised him many times in the past. "Regardless, I hope you will return swiftly," he said, reassuringly squeezing Erestor's shoulder -- though he wasn't sure if it was to reassure Erestor or himself.

As Erestor entered, Lindir looked up from the scroll that he was copying for Lord Elrond. At times he would assist the chief advisor and he had gained the other's trust throughout long centuries of hard work and obvious dedication. "My Lord?" What was Erestor doing in the library at this late hour?

"Lindir? A word please?" Erestor signaled for the white-haired Elf to follow him into his office. After seating himself behind his desk, he closely watched Lindir, who now sat down opposite him. Had it been up to him, he would have traveled by himself, not getting Lindir involved in this matter, but Elrond's orders had been clear.

Erestor continued to observe Lindir when he said, "Lord Elrond just informed me that he wants to form an alliance with Thranduil. The Shadow is creeping up on Mirkwood and we need to consolidate our strength. He asked me to negotiate a truce and he wants you to accompany me when I travel to Mirkwood. I would like to know if this is agreeable to you."

Surprised at hearing the news, Lindir studied Erestor in return. "I must admit I would rather stay here, but I will go where I serve our Lord best." He paused, sorting out his thoughts. This was quite unexpected. "And I do not want you to travel alone either, so aye, I will accompany you and serve you to the best of my abilities."

Pleased with the response, Erestor nodded once. "Elrond wants us to leave tonight. You may wish to pack some of your personal belongings, but pack lightly."

"I understand." Lindir rose from his chair, bowed respectfully and then left to prepare for their departure.

Left alone, Erestor leaned back into the comfort of the chair and stared blindly at the wall. Thranduil was one of the most stubborn individuals on Arda! Although he had never met the Sindarin Elf, he had heard enough stories from Legolas to be apprehensive about this undertaking. How do I convince him to cooperate? Sighing, Erestor hoped he would find a way to deal with Thranduil, as the King of Mirkwood would do his best to ensure this alliance was never formed.

Glorfindel didn't like this development one bit. "This is folly." Learning that Elrond was sending Erestor and Lindir to Mirkwood worried him, and he had told the half-Elf so. But Elrond had ignored his objections, saying it was their last chance at forming an alliance. Feeling frustrated, he decided to make himself useful, providing the two Elves with Imladris' finest horses. He had even packed lembas and water skins into their saddlebags.

His gaze drifted to the right, where first Erestor and then Lindir appeared. Both Elves wore leggings, a tunic, cloak and riding boots. He had seen Lindir in this attire before, but as far as he remembered he had never seen Erestor without his formal robes. However, the advisor had not lost the air of authority that he usually radiated.

"Erestor, you need a proper escort!" When Elrond had told him to not bother putting together an escort he had scolded the half-Elf, who had then told him that it was at Erestor's request. The fact that the advisor didn't want an escort puzzled and frustrated him. Why take unnecessary risks?

Lindir smiled warmly. It was a well-known fact that Glorfindel and Erestor loved to verbally banter and the two of them had driven Lord Elrond to despair at times. He could easily tell that the real reason why Glorfindel was bantering was concern, and he felt honored that the Balrog slayer worried about him and Erestor. Glorfindel now turned to Lindir, asking him to voice his opinion on this matter. "I am sure Lord Erestor knows what he is doing," he answered diplomatically.

But Glorfindel shook his head. "Maybe Erestor will relent if I offer to escort you personally."

"That, meldir, would be a truly stupid thing to do," commented Erestor in a mock frustrated voice, shaking his head at Glorfindel's suggestion.

Glorfindel glared at Erestor. "And, pray tell me, why would that be stupid?" He wasn't giving up yet. He had to try one more time to change the advisor's mind. He would never forgive himself if Orcs killed Erestor and Lindir during this foolish trip to Mirkwood, when Thranduil didn't even want to talk to them!

"Because you are needed here. Especially when I will be gone for some time. Glorfindel, Elrond needs your council." Erestor opened the saddlebags and checked that his robes had been packed. He had selected his formal robes, made from the richest velvet in pleasing burgundy. He knew that they made him look more authoritative and he needed whatever edge he could get when dealing with Thranduil.

In the end, Glorfindel reluctantly admitted that Erestor was right, but he refused to voice that realization. Elrond did need him now that his chief advisor was leaving for Mirkwood. "You must be careful on the road. Mirkwood is a dangerous place and you don't have any guards with you."

"I have heard about their venomous spiders, amongst other dangerous things," said Erestor thoughtfully, mounting his horse. "You can trust us to be very careful."

Glorfindel reluctantly released the reins. "You had better be." Feeling uncomfortable, he looked up at Erestor and Lindir, both mounted and ready to leave. A part of him still wished he were allowed to accompany them so he could keep them safe. Neither Erestor nor Lindir were warriors and would be hard-pressed when attacked.

"Have faith," said Erestor, reading his friend's discomfort clearly on his face.

"Send a message once you have safely arrived," requested Glorfindel. "Elrond and I will continue to worry about your well-being otherwise."

Erestor nodded once. "We will let you know." He exchanged one last glance with Glorfindel and said his good-byes.

An ominous feeling washed through Glorfindel, as he watched them leave. He hoped Erestor could handle Thranduil.

Erestor and Lindir traveled at a comfortable speed, always careful to avoid running into Orcs or Uruk-Hai, which now roamed the lands. The closer they got to Mirkwood, the more cautious they became. Not only Saruman's evil creatures lurked close; they also felt the chilling influence of Dol Guldur that crept closer as they approached the former Greenwood the Great.

Knowingly, Erestor met Lindir's gaze. Both Elves would be relieved when they finally reached the relative safety of Thranduil's talan. "We should be more careful now. Orcs, spiders and other abominations could be tracking us. We need to be vigilant."

Lindir nodded in understanding. "I have heard many horrific tales of those venomous spiders. It is said that, although their venom cannot kill us, it can harm us greatly, even paralyze for some time. It would be best to avoid them."

"Hopefully Thranduil's sentries will meet with us shortly." A messenger had preceded them, sent by Elrond to announce their arrival. The silence around them was growing heavier. Affected by the Shadow, the birds had stopped singing. Or had they left altogether?

Feeling the need for some conversation, Erestor asked, "Have you ever been to Mirkwood before, Lindir?"

"Nay, my Lord Elrond never sent me there." Lindir glanced at Erestor curiously. "And what about you, my Lord?"

Erestor gracefully inclined his head. "I have never been here before either. Thranduil once threatened to imprison every Noldorin Elf that set foot on his lands. He even threatened to end Elrond's life, should he ever find him on his territory. So you see I have not yet had the 'pleasure' of meeting Thranduil. When I had business to attend to with Mirkwood I would speak with Legolas. It is amazing how unlike father and son are. Legolas is one of the friendliest and most respectful youngsters I ever met."

A wicked glint suddenly appeared in Erestor's dark eyes and he chuckled softly. "Maybe I should put you in charge of these negotiations, Lindir. Maybe Thranduil would be inclined to talk to you, as you are a Sindarin Elf! He will shun me for my heritage. I wonder what possessed Elrond to send me here."

Lindir knew Erestor well enough to know the chief advisor of Imladris loved a challenge. Erestor thrived on finding solutions to crisis situations; it was the very thing that made him such an excellent advisor. "I am sure you will find a way."

"Funny, Elrond said the exact same thing." Erestor kept up the banter to ward off the growing darkness that gathered around them. His every sense told him to turn and flee, but he never left the path and continued to head for Thranduil's talan. "It feels as though the darkness is gaining on us." Shadows had gathered at either side of the road, making them feel cornered.

"Do you think the spiders will use the shadows to get to us?" Ever alert, Lindir kept a close eye on their surroundings.

"Aye," said Erestor thoughtfully, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. It might have been centuries since he had last wielded a sword, but he still knew how to defend himself.

Seeing Erestor prepare himself for a possible confrontation, Lindir slipped his bow into his hands, ready to shoot if necessary.

Erestor knew Elrond and Glorfindel had been right to suggest an escort, but he felt more comfortable traveling alone or -- at Elrond's request -- being accompanied by Lindir.

A screeching sound suddenly erupted from behind them, almost freezing the blood in their veins.

Bushes, drenched in shadows, suddenly released their deadly contents. The large, venomous spider that emerged headed straight toward the two Elves. The spider's eight legs carried it swiftly, reaching for the closest of its intended victims.

Erestor immediately drew and raised his sword, ready to defend himself against the monster. The spider would put up firm resistance, but Erestor was determined to keep them safe. He would find a way to slay the nightmarish creature.

Lindir shot his first arrow, and aimed it at the spider's head. That first arrow was quickly followed by a second, hitting the creature in one of its eyes.

Erestor silently applauded Lindir's approach and raised his sword, eager to ensure their safe passage by taking out the monster. He aimed his blows at the creature's head as well, hoping to blind it completely. With its eyesight gone the spider could be taken out more easily.

Unexpectedly, the tables were turned when another spider emerged from their left, joining the first in its attack. The injured spider regained its wits and launched another assault.

Erestor exchanged a quick look of worry with Lindir. The spiders had cornered them and they couldn't possibly outrun the beasts. Their survival depended on slaying them.

Gathering his strength again, Erestor drove his heels into his horse's sides and charged. At the same time a cloud of arrows descended over the spiders, drawing pain-filled shrieks from them. Now that the arrows were burying into their hairy bodies, they quickly turned and retreated into the darkness.

Puzzled, Erestor looked over his shoulder at Lindir, realizing very well that one Elf couldn't possibly have released the multitude of arrows that had driven the spiders away. They had received unexpected help. A smile curled the corners of his mouth. He could only think of one Elf who would be looking out for them.

"There are Elves up in the trees," whispered Lindir softly, uncertain what Erestor's next move would be.

"Legolas?" Erestor spoke the name softly, but knew the addressed Elf could easily pick up on it. Sudden movement above them made the two Elves take a step back and Erestor smiled knowingly when a Woodland Elf lowered himself to the ground, leaving the safety of the tree. "Greetings, Legolas Thranduilion." Erestor said, inclining his head in a respectful greeting.

Legolas smiled warmly, realizing both Elves were unharmed. "Erestor, you should know better than to travel without a proper escort. You are fortunate that I decided to guide you to our talan." The blond Elf briefly hugged Erestor as he dismounted. He had found many friends in Imladris, but kept that fact hidden from his father, who would surely disapprove.

"I assume the messenger already reached your father?" Erestor sheathed his sword and then signaled for Lindir to follow them as he led his horse along the path.

"Aye, he did, and Ada was not pleased to learn that a Noldorin Elf is on his way to the royal talan."

Erestor chuckled softly. "I have never met your father, Legolas. Is it true what they say about his temper?" He wanted to gather as much information as he could about Thranduil. Such knowledge might come in handy one day.

Legolas gave Erestor a saddened smile. "To be perfectly honest with you, I doubt my father would ever truly hurt you, Lord Elrond, or any other Elf for that matter. The threats are his way of ensuring Lord Elrond keeps his distance."

Erestor's eyes met Legolas'. He vividly recalled the first time Legolas had visited Imladris. Elrond and he had been apprehensive about dealing with the Prince from Mirkwood, who had traveled to the Last Homely House on official matters, speaking on behalf of his father. But Legolas had impressed them both with his kindness and intelligence.

"I won't find myself in his dungeons then?" said Erestor jokingly.

Legolas' sad smile remained when he shook his head. "We hardly ever use them anymore."

Erestor realized Legolas' potential as his ally. Maybe this was the edge he needed in order to deal with Thranduil. Allowing Legolas to guide him onto safer paths, he asked, "Do you know why I am here?"

"Aye, my father told me." Legolas' brow furrowed momentarily. "He does not like the idea of an alliance, and he will fight it, but deep in his heart he knows it might be the only way to keep the Shadow at bay. Lothlorien and Imladris are yet untouched by Sauron's Shadow and Mirkwood needs their support."

"Do you think I can convince him to agree to Elrond's proposal?" Erestor studied Legolas closely. Legolas knew Thranduil best and his insight may prove useful.

"Maybe. My father wants what is best for Mirkwood and its residents, but the thought of working together with Elrond does not appeal to him."

"Maybe he would consider working with me instead?"

"I doubt it," said Legolas teasingly. "You are Noldorin as well."

Erestor grew silent momentarily. Legolas had given him some insight into Thranduil's character and if what Legolas said was true, the ruler realized the danger his realm was in. That might make the King more accepting of this alliance.

"His moods have been dark lately," said Legolas in a somber tone, confiding in Erestor, whom he considered a friend. "The Shadow that is affecting the lands also takes its toll on him. He tries to fight off the vile influence, but his strength has its limits."

Erestor nodded once. "Your father is doing his best to fight Sauron's influence, but as long as he stands alone all his efforts will be wasted. In unison lies strength."

Legolas agreed. "But my father won't be that easily swayed."

"I can try," said Erestor determinedly. Fighting off Sauron would wear Thranduil down, emotionally and physically. He had to use Thranduil's weakness to his advantage and make it his strength.

Beta read by Naimh and Ilye, thanks! And all remaining mistakes are mine!

Part 2

Lindir gave Erestor a surprised look, finding the talan swarming with busy Elves. In Erestor's dark eyes he saw similar puzzlement. They hadn't expected Mirkwood to be this pleasing to the eyes. The treetops that housed the Woodland Elves were still unaffected by the approaching darkness and here the birds had gathered, singing their songs. Several Elves had arrived to welcome them, and Legolas introduced them as Thranduil's advisors.

Erestor was stunned to learn that these advisors were relieved that he had made the journey. They were most eager to discuss a truce, but also admitted that their ruler was opposed to that very idea.

"You can talk later," decreed Legolas, admonishing the too eager advisors. "Our guests are weary from their travels and need to freshen up and rest first. I am sure Lord Erestor will be more than willing to meet with you later."

At that, the advisors backed down and left one by one. Erestor smiled at Legolas. "So far none of my fears have come true. I expected hostility, not this eager welcome." Mirkwood and its inhabitants had surprised him.

Legolas nodded once. "All of us feel the advancing darkness, Erestor. We do not want to surrender to the Shadow, but we are bound to follow my father and accept his guidance." He signaled for Erestor and Lindir to follow him to that part of the talan where they would stay.

"Even when the guidance your father offers is wrong?" asked Erestor curiously. He knew Legolas was loyal to his father, but even the golden-haired Elf had to see the folly of Thranduil's actions.

"My father rules Mirkwood. The burden he carries is heavy, but I do trust his judgment."

They had reached their destination and stepped inside. Erestor was pleasantly surprised, finding Arien shining brightly through the leaves. "The darkness has not reached the heart of Mirkwood yet, then."

"But it has reached my father's," said Legolas somberly.

"Tell me more about your father," said Erestor, signaling for Lindir to unpack their belongings.

Erestor and Legolas sat down and the dark-haired advisor listened closely when Legolas spoke again.

"The Shadow has found a way into his heart and is affecting him. At times, he is thoroughly confused and prefers to stay in his private rooms. He is growing weaker, mentally and physically. Sometimes, he sits entranced and won't hear or acknowledge me. I fear for him."

Erestor easily read the fears in Legolas' eyes. "Are you afraid your father will fade due to the Shadow?" Surprised, he wondered what else he would uncover during his stay here.

Legolas' eyes turned dull and sad. "Aye, I fear for him."

Erestor considered everything he had learned. "What course do you suggest I follow?"

Legolas moistened his lips, trying to control his fears and doubts. Was Erestor the answer to the prayers that he had sent to the Valar? "I do not want to lose my father to the Shadow, Erestor. I do not know your opinion of him, but his heart is good. He may not be subtle at times, but he means well."

Erestor nodded. "I do not doubt his love for you."

Legolas swallowed convulsively, suddenly needing to confide in his friend. "My mother died whilst giving birth to me and I have never known her. My father raised me. It was his love and guidance that made me into the person that I am today."

Erestor smiled warmly. "He did an excellent job raising you, Legolas." He was feeling more confident that he would succeed in gaining Thranduil's support now that Legolas was on his side. "Do you think I should try to win his trust?"

Legolas nodded again. "He still refuses to meet with you. His advisors are upset because of his refusal, but they will not defy him." Suddenly, his blue eyes regained their sparkle. "My father likes to spend his evenings outside, near the lake. I can take you there."

"Thranduil would think it is a chance meeting then." Erestor gracefully inclined his head, instantly liking the idea.

Now that Lindir had unpacked, he joined them, taking a tray filled with food items with him that had been delivered to their talan a moment ago.

Addressing Legolas again, Erestor said, "I will take this chance you are offering."

Legolas got to his feet again, inclined his head in respect and smiled brightly. "Erestor, I hope you will be able to change my father's mind. He is strong, but the Shadow is much stronger and it won't be long before it will utterly consume him." After giving Erestor one more pleading look, he turned around and left.

Erestor settled back, pondering this new information. "Our situation is nothing like I thought it would be." He needed to adjust his plans to this situation. "Try to get word to Elrond that we have arrived safely and that Legolas has welcomed us."

"I will send word." Lindir shared Erestor's concern after learning how fragile Thranduil's state of mind was. "Do you think you can convince Thranduil to accept help?"

"I sincerely hope so," mumbled Erestor. "I have no desire to see Mirkwood and Thranduil destroyed by the Shadow. I will talk to Thranduil tonight. Let us hope he will listen to the voice of reason." Erestor dreaded to think what would happen if Thranduil refused.

Legolas soundlessly entered his father's rooms. His eyes scanned his surroundings and he was relieved when he found Thranduil seated in one of the larger branches of the tree. "Ada?"

Sad eyes fastened on him and Legolas swallowed hard, seeing the dark shadows in the normally sparkling green eyes. The land and Thranduil were one, and that connection was causing his father great pain.

"Legolas, ion-nîn, what brings you here?"

Legolas shivered at hearing the empty tone to his father's voice. Thranduil was still fighting the Shadow, but the battle continued to weaken him.

Advancing on his father, Legolas' features contorted with obvious anguish. Due to the Shadow Thranduil had lost a considerable amount of weight and his once golden, silken hair was growing grey, long having lost its luster. The green eyes no longer shone with life, and seemed dead. "Aiya, Ada! It hurts me to see you in this way!" He flung himself into his father's arms.

Thranduil caught his distressed son and pulled him close. Once Legolas had comfortably settled against him, he lovingly stroked his son's long hair. "Legolas, you should not be here. I do not want you to see me like this." One look at his son told him that Legolas was suffering as well.

"But I need you close! I worry about you, Ada!" Legolas clung to his father. "Why won't you let us help you?"

Thranduil smiled, saddened, at his son. "The land is my responsibility. Now that the darkness has returned I cannot turn away from my duty. The land and I are one, ion-nîn."

"But the Shadow is affecting you! You are wasting away!" Legolas raised his head and met his father's burdened gaze. "I want to help."

Thranduil tucked his son's head beneath his chin, summoning what remained of his former strength. "I am doing this for you and our people, Legolas. The Shadow won't demand my life. It enjoys my suffering and will keep me alive."

"But look at the quality of your life!" Legolas trembled in his father's arms. "You hardly venture outside -- only in the evening when Arien has set, and you hardly talk to your advisors." He was the only one who was allowed to see his father in his current condition. "How much longer will the Shadow make you suffer like this?"

"I do not know the answers to your questions," said Thranduil in a tired voice. "At times I cannot even think rationally." His condition always worsened during the night, when he went to sleep. Nightmares would plague him, showing him the demise of Mirkwood and its inhabitants. Many nights he woke up screaming and Legolas was always there to comfort him. His son meant so much to him; Legolas always had.

"Arien will set early tonight. Will you go to the lake again?" Legolas pulled away slightly so he could look at his father's face. Thranduil's features were sunken and sharp cheekbones clearly showed.

"Aye, I will. Will you keep me company then?"

"I will walk you there," said Legolas, smiling at his father. But first he would instruct one of the guards to take Erestor there as well. The dark-haired advisor from Imladris was his last hope.

"Thank you for escorting me, but I would like some moments alone, ion-nîn." Thranduil's shoulders had slumped in defeat now that night was settling over Mirkwood. He looked deeply into his son's eyes and read understanding in them. He knew he should be dealing with the party that had arrived from Imladris today, but he had to postpone that until Arien had risen again and he'd had a chance to regain some of his strength. "And see to our guests."

Legolas grew alert. This was the first time his father had mentioned the party from Imladris. "I have already assigned a section of the talan to them."

"What would I do without you?" asked Thranduil rhetorically. "I would be lost without you, Legolas."

The expression in Legolas' blue eyes told of sorrow and shared pain. He raised a hand, and brushed a wayward lock away from his father's face. "Will you talk with Erestor tomorrow?"

"Erestor?" Thranduil drew in a deep breath. "Elrond sent his chief advisor?"

"You threatened to end Elrond's life should he ever venture into Mirkwood," said Legolas, reminding his father of that fact.

"You are right." Thranduil nodded his head once. "I do not want Elrond or his sons close. I do not want him to know how little is left of me."

"But Ada, he is a healer! He could help you!" Legolas' sharp senses told him that Erestor had arrived. It was time to leave so the chief advisor could approach his father.

"Elrond and I have never been friends, Legolas, and I do not want him to know how weakened Mirkwood really is."

Why? Legolas wondered privately, but he didn't voice his question. "I will leave you then." Though he wished he could stay and continue to comfort his father.

"Thank you, ion-nîn." Thranduil placed a parental kiss on his son's brow and then turned away, slowly walking toward the lake.

Turning around, Legolas came face to face with Erestor.

Thranduil's appearance and expression greatly worried Erestor. He'd had no idea just how serious the situation was. "I will try to get through to him."

Legolas bit his bottom lip. "Do your best, meldir. I do not want to lose my father to the Shadow." Forcing himself to leave, he hoped Erestor would find a way.

Thranduil sat down on the grass, leaning his back against the trunk of an ancient tree. Like him, the roots of the tree were already contaminated by the Shadow, which was destroying them both from the inside. Sighing, distressed, he wondered how long their agony would be drawn out. The day would come that he would succumb to the darkness, but he was determined to die fighting, knowing Legolas would be the Shadow's next victim. As his heir, Legolas would inherit his burdens and he wanted to spare his son the suffering involved. "I am not ready yet to lie down and fade."

Hearing Thranduil's pain-filled words, Erestor slowly emerged from the trees. But the Sindarin Elf didn't seem to notice him and he took his time studying the blond. Thranduil's splendor had been greatly affected by the Shadow and he wondered what the Elf had looked like before the darkness had invaded his being. Although Elrond and Thranduil had never been friends, the half-Elf always spoke of Thranduil with the greatest respect. The fact that Elrond now worried about Thranduil told Erestor that the two Elves must have gotten along at some point. What had caused their falling out?

"My Liege?"

The words didn't register with Thranduil, who was staring at the dark surface of the lake. Erestor tried again.

"Thranduil?"

Hearing his name spoken by an unknown voice finally drew Thranduil's attention. "Who goes there? Don't you know that I want to be alone?" He didn't bother to look up, reckoning the intruder would leave shortly. His subjects would never knowingly invade his privacy like this!

"I heard what you said." Erestor didn't know if his approach was wise, but decided to follow through. After what Legolas had told him, he wasn't surprised to learn that Thranduil was fading. That fact made him only more determined to convince Thranduil to accept help.

Thranduil sighed, distressed. "I told you to leave me alone."

"I do not truly believe that you want to be alone." Erestor advanced on the blond and came to a standstill behind Thranduil, who still didn't bother to look at him. Did Thranduil think he was one of his subjects? "There must be a way to stop you from fading."

Realizing the intruder didn't plan on leaving him to his misery, Thranduil raised his voice. "I forbid you to tell anyone what you just learned and I order you to leave now."

Erestor grinned wickedly, readying himself for the upcoming confrontation. Thranduil would be quite furious when he learned that Elrond's chief advisor knew he was fading. "I am not yours to command. I only answer to Elrond." The effect of his words was immediate. Thranduil jumped to his feet and turned around. The panic that radiated from the dull eyes worried Erestor. "Peace, sire." He raised a hand, hoping to calm the blond down.

Although he had never met Erestor, Thranduil immediately realized whom he was dealing with. The dark eyes staring at him told him that he was dealing with a cunning adversary and that he needed to proceed with caution. "What are you doing here?"

Erestor inclined his head and realized Thranduil was trembling violently. The blond's weakness showed when he had to lean against the tree for support. "Please sit down and I will answer your question." He didn't want to agitate Thranduil any further.

"Sit down? I am not talking to you, Noldo." Thranduil gritted his teeth, hoping his strength wouldn't fail him. "You are leaving this place now. This is forbidden ground for you!"

Erestor was careful not to smile at hearing that. Instead he tried to radiate calm and a sense of dignity. "I will stay in Mirkwood until you have accepted Elrond's proposal." He carefully monitored Thranduil's response.

"You can tell Elrond that I am not interested in an alliance with Imladris." Thranduil tried to maintain his regal manner, but the evil influence of Mordor was clenching his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Why are you so opposed to this alliance? Mirkwood would benefit from such strong allies."

"I am used to fighting my battles alone, Noldo. I need no half-Elf to fight them for me." Unexpectedly, he staggered and began to sink onto his knees. His head bowed in defeat and he hated himself for allowing his weakness to show in front of Erestor.

Feeling only compassion for the other Elf, Erestor sat on his heels, folded an arm around Thranduil and ignored the violent flinch that coursed through the blond's body upon contact. Slowly he pulled Thranduil back to his feet and then steadied the other Elf.

Enraged, that Erestor had managed to get this close to him, Thranduil tried to shake off the other's arm. "Leave me be!" But he lacked the necessary strength and failed to free himself of the hold, which tightened when the weakness consumed him again.

"I will take you back to your rooms so you may rest. We can continue this conversation in the morning --after you have rested." It was most fortunate that Legolas had pointed out the royal quarters earlier. Now he could escort the weakening Elf back.

"There will be no conversation in the morning!" hissed Thranduil, "You will leave when Arien rises again!" Infuriated at having to follow the Noldorin Elf's lead, he gritted his teeth in obvious frustration. "Take your hands off of me. I can manage alone." But the truth was that in his weakened state he wouldn't be able to make it back to his rooms. In his foggy state of mind he didn't think of calling out to his guards and demanding they took Erestor prisoner. All he wanted was to return to his rooms and lie down.

But he wasn't looking forward to the nightmares that would come tonight. He had even tried to stay awake for nights in a row, but that had resulted in him feeling even more exhausted. There were moments when he wanted to follow the call of Mandos and allow peace into his mind, but he couldn't pass his fate on to Legolas. He had to continue to fight.

"We will see about that," remarked Erestor smugly. Supporting Thranduil, he guided his charge to the royal chambers. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Legolas, who was standing in the shadow of a large tree. Concern shone from the blue eyes, but the blond didn't interfere, realizing this may be Erestor's one chance to get close to Thranduil.

After nodding his approval, Legolas turned away, leaving his father in Erestor's care.

Erestor's concern increased, realizing Thranduil was on the brink of losing consciousness. "Lie down," he whispered, gently easing the blond down on his bed. "Is there anything I can do to lessen your suffering?"

"Leave me. I do not want your kind near me." Evil suddenly clawed at Thranduil and his hands turned into fists, clenching the sheets.

"That was not a nice thing to say." Erestor knew Thranduil disliked the Noldor, but he hadn't realized how deep that hate ran. "I am just trying to help."

"I do not want your help!" Thranduil panted softly, as his heart tightened once more. His eyes widened and he pushed himself into a sitting position.

Realizing Thranduil was having troubling breathing Erestor sat down beside the blond, pulling the other Elf's back against his chest and supporting Thranduil when the King fought to draw in his next breath.

The battle lasted a long time and Erestor almost panicked when Thranduil's eyes closed. He checked for a pulse, and finding one, felt reassured. Suddenly Thranduil went limp against him and he tightened his hold. Detecting movement near the doorway Erestor said, "I did not know things were this bad."

"I was the only one who knew the true extent of my father's suffering... until now," said Legolas, "He is fighting so hard, but he cannot possibly win this battle." Looking at his father, Legolas' heart contracted painfully. "I do not want to lose him. I need him."

Erestor inched closer to Thranduil and then rested his back against the headboard as he continued to hold the blond in his arms.

"He will have nightmares... There are nights when he screams himself awake. I usually sit with him during the night." Legolas watched Erestor closely. "I think you should take my place tonight. Finding that you stayed at his side might make him inclined to trust you." Giving up his place to Erestor was hard. He wanted to be there when his father needed comforting.

Erestor realized how hard it was on Legolas to trust him in this way. "I won't fail you... or your father." He might not be a skilled healer like Elrond, but he had fought his own battles against the Shadow. "I will keep him safe and should the nightmares come upon him, I will try to fight them off."

Reassured that Erestor had his father's best interests in mind, Legolas nodded his head once. "Know that you can always count on me. Should the nightmares worsen during the night, send for me."

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity." Maybe once Thranduil realized that Erestor did care for the blond's well-being, the Sindarin Elf would change his opinion of him. "I will stay with your father tonight. Would you tell Lindir I won't return tonight? I do not want him to worry unnecessarily."

"I will tell him." Legolas drew in a deep breath, walked over to the bed and placed a hand on his father's brow. "He feels cold."

Erestor rested his hand on Thranduil's and realized Legolas was right. "How long has he been like this?"

"For several weeks." Legolas leaned in closer and placed a kiss on top of his father's head. "Keep him safe for me."

"I will." Erestor watched Legolas leave and then mentally prepared himself for a long and exhausting night. Legolas had told him that nightmares usually plagued Thranduil's sleep and he reckoned tonight wouldn't be any different. "I won't let you face them alone." Legolas had entrusted his father to him and he would faithfully guard Thranduil's sleep tonight.

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Part 3

"Nay, I won't let you... Fight you..." Thranduil mumbled feverishly in his sleep, which was tormented by severe nightmares.

Erestor tightened the hold he had on the blond, although that wasn't really necessary as Thranduil was violently clinging to him, refusing to let go. Thranduil had molded his body against his, and was tucked safely in his arms. The blond had even used his legs to ensure Erestor stayed close, wrapping the long limbs around the Noldo's waist.

"You are not alone, Thranduil. You do not have to fight the Shadow on your own. Draw from my strength if you can!" He wished he possessed Elrond's healing skills, for then he might have been able to provide more support. Rocking Thranduil in his arms, he continued to whisper reassurances and, after long hours, the blond began to calm down. In the end, Thranduil slipped into a calmer sleep, but although his eyes were open now, the pupils flashed dangerously, revealing the Sindarin Elf was still in considerable discomfort.

Breathing a relieved sigh, Erestor caught sight of Arien's first rays, which tentatively touched the tops of the royal talan. He hoped the golden light would chase off any lingering nightmares and deliver Thranduil from evil. Unexpectedly Thranduil relaxed in his arms and the blond's tense muscles relaxed. The rapid eye movements stopped and Thranduil drifted into a deeper state of sleep.

Erestor felt exhausted and wondered how Thranduil coped with these nightly attacks; there was no other way to describe these nightmares. He had literally sensed the heavy air of evil that had hung around the blond during his restless sleep.

"He has had those nightmares every night for several months," said Legolas, soundlessly entering the room. It hadn't been his intention to startle Erestor, but the dark-haired Elf's head whipped upward upon hearing his voice. "Now that Arien is in the air he will recover somewhat, but every night is a struggle."

Erestor sighed deeply. "Why is he so determined to fight the Shadow alone?"

Legolas shrugged his shoulders. "I am not sure. My father has always been a loner, but I suspect something happened in the past that made him very apprehensive when it comes down to trusting someone." He gave Erestor a thoughtful look. "I have the suspicion that it has something to do with Elrond, but I am not sure."

"I could ask Elrond," mumbled Erestor thoughtfully. After drawing in a deep breath, he addressed Legolas again. "What happens next?"

"He will continue to sleep for another hour. You might want to move him into the sunlight, which will strengthen him. Upon wakening he is usually rather confused and you need to reassure him that he is at home and he survived another night without giving into evil. Slowly, he will regain his composure and then he will try to push you away. He did that to me during those first nights. Later, he learned to accept my closeness and care."

Legolas approached the bed. He needed to make sure that his father was recovering from another exhausting night. "In two hours I will send a servant with some food. You must ensure that he eats something."

Erestor suddenly realized Legolas' true intentions and couldn't help but grin. "You want me to take over your task, hoping he will learn to trust me."

"Aye, and once you have gained his trust you might be able to persuade him to agree to the alliance, which Elrond proposed." Legolas exchanged a knowing glance with Erestor. "I am helping you because I want what is best for my father and my people."

"I understand perfectly," said Erestor. "And I thank you for your help."

Legolas nodded once and then headed for the doorway. "Remember, he will be thoroughly confused. Be kind and patient with him."

Erestor filed the information for later use and concentrated on Thranduil after Legolas had closed the door behind him. This situation was unlike anything he had expected and he wondered how the blond would react upon finding him this close.

Well, there was only one thing he could do, and that was wait for Thranduil to wake up.

Thranduil struggled to reach consciousness again. The darkness that had gathered around him was suffocating and he gasped for breath. Finally waking up, he felt disorientated and instinctively clung to the warm form that was holding him, thinking it was Legolas. A hand gently patted his hair, stroking it reassuringly and he closed his eyes, trying to sort out his thoughts and feelings.

The nightmares were always intensely vivid, and at times he was stunned to find he was still alive. In his dreams Sauron consumed him, devoured his body and soul before he even had a chance to reach Mandos' Halls.

A soft humming floated through the room, and although Legolas had never done such a thing before, the sound was soothing and he buried his head against the other's chest. It was only after long moments that he realized something was different. The color of the clothes was wrong and the scent he was inhaling wasn't his son's. Legolas smelled of pine and the forest, whilst this scent was sweet. It reminded him of cinnamon.

Raising tired eyes, he met dark ones that curiously stared at him. His mind was still recovering from the nightmares and he simply gazed at the dark-haired Elf who was holding him, vaguely wondering who the stranger was.

Involuntarily Erestor held his breath when Thranduil's eyes met his. How would the blond react to his presence? Apparently not at all. Thranduil continued to stare at him with empty eyes. In the end, Erestor moistened his lips and spoke. "Are you feeling any better?"

Thranduil's eyes widened slightly at hearing the musical voice, finally realizing that this stranger was very real indeed. What was more, the raven-haired Elf was holding him protectively. "Where... is... Lego...las?" His mouth was dry and his lips chapped. He craved some water, but was too confused to ask for it.

"Legolas is arranging for some food and water," replied Erestor, hearing Thranduil's croaking voice. "You had a bad night."

"I...always... have..." mumbled Thranduil tiredly. He closed his eyes momentarily, gathering his strength. A few moments later he felt strong enough to open them and stare at the stranger questioningly. "Who are... you?"

"My name is Erestor and I am chief advisor to Lord Elrond." Erestor closely monitored Thranduil's reaction and immediately noticed the green eyes widening. "Peace, Sire, I mean you well. I am here to help."

Thranduil tried to free himself of the embrace, which no longer felt comforting, but restricting. "Leave me...!" Pulling away from Erestor took his last strength and he nearly tumbled off the bed.

Erestor was just in time to keep the blond from falling and pulled Thranduil onto the bed again. "You should rest a little longer. Legolas will arrive with some food shortly."

Fury, born out of desperation, flashed across Thranduil's features. "My son... knows... you are here?" Why had Legolas allowed Erestor into his rooms? His son knew he didn't want anything to do with the Imladris Elves! He hated his weakness, as it stopped him from moving away from Erestor. He wanted as much distance between them as possible, but his body wouldn't cooperate.

Acting instinctively, Erestor loosened the hold he had on Thranduil. "Legolas told me to move you into the sunlight. Will you allow me to assist you?" A comfortable chair stood beneath the window and the first sunbeams were directed at it. Erestor suspected Legolas normally helped his father cross the distance so Thranduil could sit in the sun.

"I do not need your help, Noldorin Elf!" Thranduil, slowly regaining his strength, managed to swing his feet onto the ground. He pushed himself upright, but then swayed unexpectedly.

He would have fallen if it hadn't been for Erestor, who quickly rose from the bed, wrapping his arms around the blond's waist. Erestor couldn't help it and chuckled softly. "You are most stubborn, Sire."

Infuriated, Thranduil glared at Erestor. He was about to forbid Erestor to touch him when his knees gave away beneath him. The dark-haired Elf was now the one thing holding him upright, and he had no choice but to lean heavily against Erestor for support.

Realizing how much this weakness infuriated Thranduil, Erestor refrained from making a teasing remark. Instead, he guided the blond over to the chair and helped him sit down. Arien's beams caressed the grey hair, played with it, and slowly restored some of its luster to the Sindarin Elf. Erestor doubted the effect would last long, however. By nightfall Thranduil would have lost most of the strength that Arien was bestowing on him now.

Erestor pulled up another chair and sat down, studying the blond closely. "I encountered you at the lake last night," he explained, seeing Thranduil's wondering expression. "You collapsed and I brought you here."

"I cannot believe Legolas let you do that!" Why hadn't his son stopped Erestor?

"Don't be angry with your son," said Erestor calmly, "He has your best interest in mind."

Thranduil snorted angrily. My best interest? Leaning back into the comfort of the chair, he closed his eyes, soaking up the warmth. Arien's rays were the only things that kept him alive, making it possible for him to fight the Shadow. But the darkness was rising. and it wouldn't be long until it reached the treetops, making it impossible for Arien to reach the weakening King. "I want you to leave me now."

Erestor inclined his head. "I cannot do that. Legolas trusts me to watch over you in his absence." Emerald eyes flashed open and stared at him in disbelief.

"My son would never entrust me to your care! That is a lie."

"Ada?" Legolas had appeared in the doorway, just in time to catch his father's last words. He carried a tray filled with porridge, honey, thick slices of bread and hot tea over to where the two Elves were sitting and placed it on the floor. "Erestor speaks the truth. I asked him to look after you."

Thranduil stared at his son in amazement. "But..."

"Aye, he is a Noldorin Elf, but that does not mean he is evil. I told you before to let go of your prejudice." Legolas handed his father a bowl filled with porridge. "Eat. You need to maintain your strength."

Displeased, Thranduil stared at the bowl. "I am not hungry." But Legolas glared at him and he reluctantly began to eat, nearly choking on the sweet substance.

Erestor remained quiet during their exchange. He wondered if Thranduil realized that Legolas was the one in control. Thranduil had gained a reputation of throwing tantrums, being haughty and authoritative, but he encountered none of those traits in him now. Thranduil was as meek as a lamb, obediently eating and drinking everything Legolas handed him. The ruler of Mirkwood was nothing like he had thought he would be. All he had to do now was figure out his next step.

The food strengthened Thranduil and he exchanged a puzzled look with his son. Why had Legolas allowed Erestor to stay? But then again, Legolas still thought he didn't know about the friendships that he had formed in Imladris. When his spies had first told him that his son had befriended the half-Elves he had been enraged, but later he had realized he couldn't order his son to abandon these friendships when they obviously were important to him. So he continued to act as if he were unaware of his son's actions.

"Ada?" Worried, Legolas rested his hand on his father's knee and squeezed it through the green fabric. "Do you feel any better now?"

Thranduil nodded his head, grateful for his son's care. "I do." Then his eyes narrowed, fastening on Erestor. "But I still cannot believe you allowed him close."

Legolas swallowed hard, realizing he had to risk it all, knowing very well that his father might not forgive him for making this admission. "Erestor is a friend, Ada. I trust him." He expected a tirade, or questions at least, but his father remained quiet, making Legolas wonder. "Ada?"

Erestor watched the exchange between father and son with great interest. He had always wondered how an Elf with a reputation like Thranduil's had managed to raise Legolas that splendidly. Maybe father and son were more alike than he had ever thought. Elrond and he may have been misinformed when it came down to Thranduil. What the Sindarin Elf said and did were two different things. In the end, he cleared his throat and said, "It does not surprise you that Legolas calls me a friend."

Thranduil released a tormented sigh. "I know of his frequent visits to Imladris." He tried to look cross with his son, but failed.

Legolas raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "You knew?" Although he should have expected his father to be aware of his visits, he was still surprised. "You never told me to stop visiting them!"

A sad smile surfaced on Thranduil's face. "I cannot cage you, ion-nîn. You are entitled to choose your own friends. I might not approve of them, but I will never stop you from talking to them."

Erestor and Legolas exchanged a surprised look. In the end, Erestor addressed Thranduil again. "Your son is a true delight, sire. Legolas is greatly loved by the inhabitants of Imladris. We still hope we will be allowed to welcome you to the Last Homely House as well one day."

Thranduil gave Erestor an annoyed look. He had met Elrond at that ill-fated Battle of the Last Alliance and had stayed away from the half-Elf ever since. He had never met Glorfindel, Elrond's children or Erestor for that matter. "Don't count on that."

"And why is that?" Erestor refused to give in just yet. "Lord Elrond would be honored to welcome you."

"I do not wish to meet Elrond ever again," hissed Thranduil and his emerald eyes regained some of their former vigor. "I suggest you leave Mirkwood this very night. I have granted you hospitality because you needed rest after your trip, but I want you to leave before Ithil appears in the sky again."

"I cannot do that," said Erestor calmly. "You still haven't accepted my Lord's offer to form an alliance."

"I will never accept that offer!" spat Thranduil. "And you will leave now or my guards will make you!"

"Ada..." Legolas pleadingly looked into his father's eyes. "Preserve your strength. The night will be upon us before you know it."

"Your son speaks wisely," said Erestor in what he hoped was a reassuring tone. "Maybe I too can somewhat ease your burden?"

"I want no help from you." Thranduil glared at him.

Erestor was losing his patience with the stubborn King. "Why do you hate me?"

Thranduil's green eyes grew icy. "You cannot be trusted. No Noldorin Elf can."

Erestor cocked his head, wondering about something. Testing his theory, he said, "I take it you would not consider an alliance with Celeborn and Galadriel either?"

Thranduil's eyes filled with anger. "Galadriel? Never! Celeborn is an honorable warrior, but I want nothing to do with Galadriel."

"It is because of the Kinslaying," whispered Erestor knowingly. "I understand your feelings, but Galadriel, Elrond nor I had any part in that."

"All Noldor carry that burden, the shame and guilt," said Thranduil sharply.

"But I assume there is more. You are cross with Elrond because...?" His eyes narrowed, reading the answer in Thranduil's burning eyes. "Your father attacked without permission, Sire. You cannot blame Gil-galad for that."

Thranduil had paled. "Do not speak his name in my home!"

"Neither can you blame Elrond for your father's actions," said Erestor calmly. "Will you let the past prevent you from forming an alliance from which all would benefit?"

Thranduil slowly rose from his chair, called on his strength and for one moment he became his old regal and authoritative self. "You will leave now." The words were spoken softly, but carried a tone of command that usually got him what he wanted.

But not this time.

"Sire, Elrond wants you to carefully consider his proposal and I won't leave until you have agreed." Erestor knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he had to get his point across.

Thranduil glared at the dark-haired Elf that dared to defy him. Calling out to his guards, they appeared a moment later. "Take him to his assigned quarters and guard him closely. I want him confined until he leaves."

The guards looked at Legolas for confirmation. They loved Thranduil dearly and respected their King, but they also knew that Sauron's Shadow was clouding their ruler's judgment.

Thranduil noticed their hesitance, but didn't comment on it. He was also aware of the fact that he had acted strangely these last few weeks.

Erestor saved both Elves from embarrassment by rising from his chair. "You know where to find me, Sire, if you wish to talk to me. I will stay in Mirkwood until you have agreed to my proposal." He could tell that Thranduil was confused by his insistence, but the Sinda was too exhausted to challenge him. "I assure you that we will meet again, Sire."

Leaving, Erestor noticed that the guards remained at a respectful distance. Looking over his shoulder, he caught sight of Legolas steadying Thranduil when he swayed.

"Ada, you are not well and should rest." Concerned for his father's well-being, Legolas made sure Thranduil sat down again.

Thranduil breathed in deeply and then released his breath again. "I feel weak today, ion-nîn. The Shadow is growing stronger." Legolas was the only one he would admit his weakness to.

"You need help, Ada. You cannot fight this battle alone." He paused to gather his thoughts. Now that they were alone again, he asked, "Why did you never tell me you knew that I had befriended the Peredhil?"

Thranduil gave his son a sad look. "I was told you enjoyed their company and although I do not approve of your choice, I will not meddle in your personal affairs."

"Thank you," whispered Legolas sincerely. "Erestor is wise and honorable. You might find you like his company if you give him a fair chance."

"He is a Noldorin Elf," repeated Thranduil calmly. "I do not trust them."

Legolas chose his words carefully. "And yet Elrond and his family welcomed and accepted me. I am proud to call them my friends and I trust them."

Thranduil closed his eyes again. "You are young, Legolas. You haven't known much suffering and I pray you never will!"

"Ada?" Legolas decided a change of subject was in order. "Will you go outside with me? The fresh air will do you good. You can rest later."

Thranduil sighed tiredly. "Are there any pressing matters I need to attend to?" He hoped not. He didn't have the energy to deal with his advisors today. All they did lately was implore him to call for a truce with Imladris and Lothlorien.

"Nay, Ada, I already took care of them."

Thranduil gave his son a grateful smile. "You will make a fine ruler one day." He just hoped that the Shadow had been defeated before Legolas became King of Mirkwood.

Lindir looked up in surprise when Erestor suddenly appeared, his dark eyes narrowed with worry.

"Make sure I am not disturbed," said Erestor, retreating into the small room at the back.

"Of course," whispered Lindir, determined to guard Erestor's privacy.

Once he was out of Lindir's view, Erestor sat down, cross-legged, and centered himself. He clasped his hands, closed his eyes and concentrated, as he attempted to do something that he hadn't done for centuries. The last time he had far-spoken with someone had been at the Battle of the Last Alliance. But now it was important that he contacted Elrond to update the half-Elf.

Elrond startled, as someone touched his mind. Trying to identify the sensation, he realized it wasn't Galadriel. He knew her mental touch and yet this one felt familiar as well.

Elrond?

Suddenly Elrond understood. Erestor? Why contact me this way? Erestor wasn't used to far-speaking with someone and the effort would drain the other Elf.

The situation is much worse than we thought. Dol Guldur has gained a tight hold on Thranduil. Legolas arranged for a meeting and I ended up comforting Thranduil throughout the night. He desperately needs our support, but is too stubborn to admit that.

Elrond, seated behind his desk, put down the scroll he had been reading. What do you advise we do, Erestor?

I will stay here. I am rather confident I can convince Thranduil eventually. I just hope he won't let the Shadow consume him. He is fading, Elrond.

Elrond sensed Erestor's concern through their link. Fading? Aiya, that is bad news indeed.

Maybe I can reverse the process. Fortunately Legolas and Thranduil's advisors agree that an alliance is necessary to ensure Mirkwood's safety. But Thranduil still rejects the offer. The Shadow is devouring him from the inside and its presence clouds his judgment.

There is only one way to make sure he does not continue to fade, replied Elrond, as shivers of apprehension coursed through him. Someone has to bond with him.

Back in Mirkwood, Erestor absentmindedly nodded his head. That should be our last resort.

I will try to think of a different solution, sent Elrond. Involuntarily his thoughts drifted to Vilya. The Ring of Power had kept Imladris safe. Maybe it was time Mirkwood benefited from its strength as well? But he was hesitant to take that step just yet. Keep me informed. Tell me the moment Thranduil's condition worsens.

I will. After saying his goodbyes, Erestor let go of the link. Sighing, he collapsed. Instantly Lindir appeared at his side, supporting him. "I am only tired," he said, reassuring the other Elf.

"You should rest." Concerned for Erestor, Lindir guided the dark-haired Elf to the bed. "Maybe a bath will help revive your spirits? Legolas also had clean clothes delivered so you can change into those after you have bathed."

Erestor smiled thankfully. "I will follow your advice and rest for a while. Wake me when Arien starts her descent." He would go to the lake tonight, hoping Thranduil would allow him close again. I must win his trust. It is the only way to keep the Shadow from devouring him!

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Part 4

"Ada?" Legolas approached his father, careful not to startle Thranduil. Although Arien was still riding the sky, Sauron's Shadow was once again gathering around Thranduil. When his father looked up, Legolas cringed at the sight of the dull and empty eyes that stared back. "The spiders are attacking the sentries. I am taking a patrol to drive them deeper back into the forest. They are coming too close to our talan."

Thranduil was instantly overcome with guilt. It was his duty to keep their lands safe. He was the Ruler of Mirkwood, not Legolas... not yet. But in his current state he was no match for the spiders. "Take enough warriors with you, Legolas, and be careful." He hated sending his heir on this mission when he should be dealing with the monsters himself.

"I will be careful, Ada," promised Legolas. His feet had now carried him close enough to place a loving kiss on his father's cheek. Did Thranduil realize that this mission meant that his son couldn't sit with him tonight? I hope you will seek out Erestor instead. With the exception of Legolas, Erestor was the only other Elf who knew the truth about his father.

"Do not worry about me, ion-nîn. It is your task to keep our people safe. They depend on you now that their King is useless to them." Self-reproach sounded clearly in Thranduil's voice.

Legolas buried his father in a quick but tender embrace and then stepped back. He didn't want to leave his father alone, but he had no choice. Before joining my men I am going to talk to Erestor. Maybe he is willing to sit with you.

In Imladris, many things burdened Elrond. Galadriel had informed him that Estel and the Ringbearer were on their way to Rivendell and he had realized that a council must be held. Messengers were sent to all realms, including Mirkwood, but Elrond wondered if Legolas wasn't needed more at home.

"Elrond?" Glorfindel entered his Lord's study and seated himself on the windowsill. "You are brooding again." Elrond had told him about the situation Erestor had encountered in Mirkwood and he also worried about Thranduil. If Thranduil succumbed to darkness then more realms would follow. "All invited parties sent word that they will arrive shortly, but there has been no reply from Mirkwood yet."

"Legolas will come. We both know that. But what about Thranduil?" Elrond leaned his head back and massaged his temples.

"It is good to know that Erestor is in Mirkwood. Maybe Thranduil will allow Erestor to counsel him?" Glorfindel studied his friend. "Forgive me my curiosity, but I have never found out why Thranduil hates you that much."

Elrond blinked at hearing his friend's question and then tiredly nodded his head. "It is my fault." He had never told anyone before, but suddenly he felt the need to confide.

"Your fault?" Glorfindel frowned and shifted uncomfortably on the windowsill. "How can it be your fault?"

Elrond's dark eyes burned with returning memories as he recalled the incident that had caused such a deep rift between them. "Thranduil was attracted to me and wanted to court me. I rejected him."

Glorfindel's eyes widened. He had expected many explanations but not this one. "Thranduil was in love with you?"

"Aye, and he even wanted to bond with me, but you know whom my heart belonged to."

Glorfindel nodded. He had always known about Elrond and Gil-galad. "And all this because you rejected him?"

"Not exactly." Elrond drew in a deep breath. "You know how possessive Gil-galad could be, especially when he detected someone's interest in me. One night, after discussing battle strategy, he sent for Thranduil. I was there when he threatened Thranduil. I will not repeat those threats here, but Thranduil was severely shocked and quickly left."

"What happened next?" Glorfindel listened intently, spellbound by Elrond's every word.

"Barad-Dur happened. Oropher, enraged that Gil-galad had treated his son so disrespectfully, had sent the High King a message in turn, telling him they would face one another after the battle had ended. This infuriated Gil-galad and when Oropher's request for assistance came, Gil-galad hesitated too long in reaching a decision. Oropher and a large number of his people died that day. Thranduil never forgave Gil-galad for not aiding his father and suspected the High King had ulterior motives." Elrond closed his eyes, remembering their last confrontation.

"After we defeated Sauron and lost Gil-galad, Thranduil sought me out. I was startled by the change in him. The first time we had met he had a gentle, caring disposition, talking about music and reciting poetry to me. When we met that last time, he was bitter and disillusioned. He vowed to kill me and any other Noldor that ever set foot in Greenwood the Great. That was the last time we spoke."

"His love for you turned into hate," said Glorfindel thoughtfully. "To be honest with you, Elrond, I always thought something like this had happened, but I did not know they were fighting over you."

Elrond rose from his chair and walked toward his trusted friend. "After Gil-galad died I welcomed the chance to marry Celebrían. I did not want to be fought over anymore." But that marriage had ended badly; Celebrían had left for Valinor.

"And she gave you three beautiful children, who are the very proof of your love." Glorfindel rested a hand on his friend's shoulder. "And you haven't taken a lover since Celebrían left?" After Elrond had nodded, he continued, "Don't you think Gil-galad and Celebrían would want you to be happy again?"

Elrond abruptly turned away from Glorfindel and looked out of the window. "Throughout the last centuries..." He wavered; should he lie or tell the truth?

"What?" Glorfindel watched Elrond's body language with great interest. The half-Elf was obviously struggling with something.

"There is one... who warms my heart, but..." Elrond sighed deeply. "Let us stop talking about the matters of my heart." Gathering his robes around him, he turned away from Glorfindel.

The expression on Elrond's face was unreadable and Glorfindel wondered whom the half-Elf had been referring to. Apparently Elrond was in love with someone, but felt reluctant to act on it. Well, maybe he could help his friend. It might take some coaxing and manipulation, but he felt confident he would eventually find out this person's identity.

"I need to concentrate on the upcoming council." Elrond raised a hand, dismissing Glorfindel for now. "Tell me the moment our guests begin to arrive."

Glorfindel inclined his head respectfully and left, but he was still set on uncovering the identity of Elrond's secret love.

Elrond released a relieved sigh when Glorfindel had finally left. Why had he let that one slip? He knew of his seneschal's curiosity and realized he had to be extremely careful around the blond now that Glorfindel knew he was in love. Elbereth, let him be so busy focusing on others that he won't figure out that it is he I was talking about!

"Erestor?" Legolas marched into the quarters Erestor and Lindir were sharing. "Can I speak with you?"

Erestor had bathed and slipped into the clothes Legolas had asked to be delivered to them. He was now wearing the brown and greens of Mirkwood, instead of the formal robes he had brought with him from Imladris. They would only hinder him, moving through the branches of the talan. Lifting his eyes, he encountered Legolas' worried ones.

"I have to leave for some hours. The spiders are growing bolder and have to be driven back," explained Legolas, "I may not return in time to sit with my father when the nightmares come upon him. Will you take my place again?"

Nodding his head once, Erestor said, "I will take care of your father." And now he had to address another matter that would weigh heavily on Legolas' mind. "I far-spoke with Elrond today." The fact that Elrond had resorted to far-speaking as well told him how grave the situation had become.

Legolas swallowed hard, realizing something bad had happened.

"Elrond is calling together a council of Men, Dwarves and Elves. The Ring of Power has been found and its bearer is on his way to Imladris. Originally Galadriel and Elrond wanted to ask Thranduil to attend the council, but as he is... indisposed, Elrond hopes you will attend in his place."

Legolas felt conflicted. "I cannot leave my father; he needs me."

"Would it help if you knew that I will continue to watch over him?" Elrond had told him how important it was that Legolas joined the council and he had to find a way to make the younger Elf see the wisdom of that decision. "Chase away those spiders and then head for Imladris."

But Legolas shook his head. "I need to say my goodbyes to my father first."

"You do not have the time to do so. You must leave for Imladris at once. You should let someone else deal with those spiders... but I know you. You won't leave until this threat has been dealt with."

"You know me very well, Erestor," mumbled Legolas, "Will you tell my father that I would rather have stayed, instead of traveling to Imladris?"

"Your father is in good hands, Legolas," said Erestor reassuringly, "Now go; time is of the essence." Erestor smiled warmly when the younger Elf grasped his forearms and then pulled him into a quick embrace. I wonder if the real Thranduil is as affectionate as Legolas. It might be that Thranduil has been hurt too deeply to still express himself in that way. Maybe I can render that.

Legolas inclined his head in a last greeting, and then he let go of the advisor and left the room. First he would deal with the spiders and then he would hurry to Imladris.

Now that dusk was coming over Mirkwood, Thranduil sought out the lake once more. He found some comfort in looking at the surface as it caught the last beams of sunlight. It wouldn't be long now before darkness came over the lands and into his heart. Tonight he would fight evil again and he hoped he would survive a little longer, buying Legolas more time.

"Legolas won't be able to sit with you tonight."

Thranduil closed his eyes, hearing Erestor's voice. He should have known the dark-haired Elf would continue to harass him. "Return to your quarters. I do not wish to deal with you." I do not have the energy to deal with you, was closer to the truth.

Not letting Thranduil's words get to him, Erestor sat down next to the Sinda on the grass. "Legolas asked me to look after you tonight."

"I am no Elfling who needs a minder," said Thranduil frustrated. But part of him was relieved that he didn't have to spend the night alone.

Erestor mentally prepared himself for a verbal fight. "Legolas asked me because he worries about you, not because he thinks you are incapable of taking care of yourself. He just wants to ease your burden."

Thranduil released a bitter laugh. "Have you already informed Elrond of my sorry state?"

Unexpectedly, burning emerald eyes met his and their intensity made Erestor shiver. There was a reason for Thranduil's hatred of which he was still unaware. "I told him," he said, opting for the truth. If he really wanted to win Thranduil's trust he had to be brutally honest with him.

"And did he gloat?" Thranduil hissed the words in a sharp tone. His eyes had narrowed and his features contorted.

Erestor frowned at Thranduil's reaction. "Nay, he is rather worried about you." He made sure he spoke in a calm, compassionate tone. "And he wants me to offer whatever support you find acceptable." Erestor moistened his lips, catching a hint of disbelief in Thranduil's eyes and realized this might be his only chance to get through to the blond. "I do not know where your hatred for Elrond comes from, but I am not him."

Thranduil glared at him. "You are like him."

Erestor raised an eyebrow inquisitively. Now what did that mean? "In what way?"

"I do not want to talk about this any longer. I am returning to my rooms... alone." Thranduil slowly got to his feet, though the approaching Shadow was already pushing him down.

Erestor followed suit. "As I told you before, I am not yours to command. I answer only to Elrond." For a moment their gazes met, waging war with each other and Erestor made it very clear that he wouldn't back down. "Lead on, Sire, and I will follow you."

Unexpectedly Thranduil swayed on his feet. His eyes rolled back in their sockets and he released a strangled moan.

Acting at once, Erestor reached for the trembling Sinda and enfolded Thranduil in his arms, giving the weakening Elf the support he needed in order to make it back to his rooms. Thranduil made a weak effort to fight him off, but failed. This strengthened Erestor's resolve to take care of the other Elf. "Allow me."

Thranduil growled softly, voicing his disapproval, but he needed to preserve his strength as another struggle was almost upon him.

Guiding Thranduil back to the royal chambers, Erestor took his charge to the bedroom, where he assisted the Sinda in lying down. Cold radiated from Thranduil's body and Erestor wondered what to do. How could he best care for Thranduil? Last night the blond had clung to him so why not allow Thranduil to do so again? Maybe the realization that he wasn't fighting alone would strengthen the other Elf.

Thranduil glared at Erestor when the dark-haired Elf seated himself on the side of the bed. "Leave me," he panted softly, trying to regain his breath that was now coming in broken pants.

"Nay, I won't." Erestor made himself comfortable, lying down next to Thranduil and then pulled the weakly struggling Elf against his chest. Next he wrapped his arms and legs around the Sinda, ignoring the shocked expression that had appeared in the green eyes.

"What do you think you are doing?" choked out Thranduil, stunned. He couldn't remember the last time someone had enfolded him in such a complete way. Although he had woken up with Erestor near this morning, at the time he hadn't fully registered the raven-haired Elf's closeness. Now that he was fully conscious, he realized just how oddly comforting Erestor's presence felt. He had been alone for so long.

"I promised Legolas to keep you safe and I can only do that when you are close." Erestor averted his eyes and looked outside. Arien had completely vanished and Ithil's beams shone dimly. "Do you expect the nightmares to return?"

Despite his doubts Thranduil found himself answering Erestor's question. "They grow stronger each night, so aye, I expect them to torment me tonight."

Seeking out Thranduil's wavering gaze, Erestor clearly saw the exhaustion in his dull eyes. "How much longer do you think before you will fade completely?"

Thranduil snorted. "Is Elrond that eager to get rid of me? Tell him I will fight for my survival, for when I die the Shadow will seek out Legolas, as he is my heir."

Erestor's eyes grew sad. "Elrond wants you alive as well." But Thranduil's words worried him. He hadn't realized that Legolas would be the next victim. "Elrond and I discussed ways of aiding you."

"No one can help me," said Thranduil stubbornly, growing weaker with every passing minute. He shivered violently, knowing from experience that the nightmares were quickly approaching. He would fall asleep in a few minutes and then his torment would start again.

"You could bond with someone and draw strength from your mate," suggested Erestor in the same calm tone that he used to discuss the weather.

"Bond with someone?" Thranduil laughed embittered. "And drag someone into Shadow with me? I think not!"

"You would have to choose someone strong," remarked Erestor, continuing as if he hadn't heard Thranduil.

"That would be folly. I do not wish to endanger someone else's life." He didn't know how much longer he would remain coherent as darkness swarmed around his heart, clenching at it and forcing him to pant for breath.

Alarmed, Erestor sought out Thranduil's eyes. "You are not alone. Draw strength from that. I give you freely all the strength you need." Erestor tentatively reached out, trying to link his mind to Thranduil's, much like he did when far-speaking with someone.

Thranduil trembled, feeling Erestor's mind touch his and he reacted at once, throwing the raven-haired Elf out of his mind.

Erestor grumbled, displeased, but at least now he knew that Thranduil possessed the ancient power that was needed to link or bond with someone. He just had to bide his time. He would wait for Thranduil to be immersed in darkness and when the Sindarin Elf was battling evil, he could slip back in unnoticed and lend Thranduil the strength he needed.

"Stay out of my mind..." panted Thranduil. A moment later his eyes began to grow vacant; a sure sign that the nightmares were upon him. He whimpered softly, shook in Erestor's arms, but the darkness continued to grow stronger, no matter how hard he fought.

Erestor waited a few more minutes and then whispered, "You are strong enough to cast me from your mind when you are awake, but you need all the help you can get now." Acting instinctively, Erestor centered himself and then cast forth his spirit, joining Thranduil's.

The spiders had been defeated and what was left of the pack was now retreating into the deep, dark forest. Legolas' task here was done and now he turned away from his men, realizing he could no longer postpone traveling to Imladris. Especially now when word had reached him that Gollum had escaped his guards.

Ada, I do not want to leave you, but maybe I will find the solution to our problem in Imladris. Who knows what this council will decide? The darkness -the Ring- must be destroyed if you are to stay alive. If they need my bow and sharp senses, I will join them. We must destroy the Ring, for then the Shadow will leave our lands... and your heart.

Determined to help in whatever way possible, Legolas called out his goodbyes to the sentries and pressed his heels into the flanks of his horse, urging it to make speed. He had to reach Imladris as quickly as possible.

I wonder whom Elrond referred to... Glorfindel, inspecting the stables and the horses, couldn't stop thinking about this riddle. Elrond had hinted at being in love with someone. Why wouldn't he tell me who it is? This is driving me mad!

His curiosity had gotten him into trouble before, but he just couldn't put this aside. Elrond was in love with someone, but refused to reveal that information. Now, who would know? Erestor, perhaps, but the advisor was out of reach. Maybe Elladan or Elrohir knew who their father was in love with? But no, that seemed unlikely as well.

He had reached Asfaloth's stable and looked questioningly at his trusted horse. "Whom do you think Elrond has fallen for?" he asked rhetorically. Who could capture Elrond's heart? And how could he find out this person's identity?

By the Grace of the Valar, he wasn't even sure if Elrond had fallen in love with a male or a female, knowing the half-Elf had no real preference. I do think it is a male Elf. There simply aren't that many she-Elves around with whom Elrond has dealings with. It must be a male Elf.

But that didn't make things easier either. Could it be Erestor? The thought came unbidden and he instantly dismissed it again. Nay, I would have noticed any sensual tension between them. They are close friends, but I never detected any sexual attraction. Maybe an Elf who had visited Imladris recently? Celeborn had visited briefly, accompanied by Haldir and his brothers. Had one of those silver-haired Elves caught Elrond's eye? He hadn't noticed any interest back then, but then again, Elrond was good at keeping his secrets.

Not getting any closer to solving this riddle, he pinched the bridge of his nose. I have to know who Elrond is in love with! Maybe I should just ask him?

It never occurred to Glorfindel that Elrond could be in love with him.

"Elrond?"

The half-Elf looked up, displeased at hearing Glorfindel's voice. The cook had outdone himself today, having prepared roast duck with apples and prunes. The excellent taste had made him realize just how hungry he really was. Why couldn't Glorfindel simply enjoy the food like he did?

"What is it, meldir?" Elrond briefly closed his eyes, as the tender meat seemed to melt against his tongue.

Glorfindel grinned. It was seldom that Elrond so openly showed his delight. "You shouldn't forget to compliment the cook later." He had to admit that the duck was exquisite. He is in a good mood so maybe I should ask him now.

"I will." Elrond gave Glorfindel a puzzled look, but then directed his attention back to the food, hoping the blond had forgotten he had wanted to ask him something. He wanted to savor these last few moments of peace. It wouldn't be long before the first guest would arrive and in a few days he would be busy attending to the Ring-bearer.

"Elrond?"

There it was again, his name, spoken softly and with uncertainty. Resigning himself to any questions Glorfindel might have, Elrond placed knife and fork on his plate and then drew in a deep breath. "What is it, meldir?" Two could play this game.

"I cannot stop thinking about what you said earlier." Glorfindel closely observed Elrond. Seeing the confused expression on the half-Elf's face, he realized Elrond had no idea what he was talking about. "We talked about the matters of your heart."

Elrond instantly became alert. "And I told you I do not wish to discuss them."

"Elrond, you hinted at being in love with someone... and this has driven me mad all day long. I must know."

Elrond arched an eyebrow. ""Tis private." Why was Glorfindel pushing this matter?

"I cannot stand not knowing. Maybe I can help... mediate so to speak. Did you ever try to approach your love?"

Elrond's eyes darkened. "'Tis not your concern, Glorfindel."

"But it is! I want to help and... I need to know who it is. Is it Erestor? Haldir? One of his brothers?" Excited, he leaned in closer. "I can help. I can mediate, Elrond. There is no reason for you to remain alone."

Elrond felt saddened, but was careful not to show any of his emotions. And it never crossed your mind I could be in love with you?

"Elrond?" Glorfindel drew in a deep breath. "Will you tell me and let me help?"

"You cannot help," said Elrond in a gentle tone. "This Elf has never indicated he is interested in me in that way."

Ah, I was right! He is in love with a male. Glorfindel felt slightly triumphant. "Does he reside here or in 'Lorien?"

Elrond decided to play along. Glorfindel wouldn't figure out the truth anyway. "He resides at the Last Homely House."

Glorfindel's face flushed with excitement. Did Elrond know he was being manipulated? Or maybe the half-Elf just didn't care. He continued with his interrogation. "Pray tell me... What is his function in your household? Does he work as a healer? Or in the library perhaps?"

Elrond was now enjoying this little game. "He is a warrior."

"One of the guards?" Glorfindel was surprised. He had expected Elrond to fall for someone with refined tastes, maybe a scholar working with him in the library.

Elrond nodded. "Aye, he guards Imladris." So far he hadn't lied once and he was curious to find out Glorfindel's next question.

"Why are you attracted to him?" Glorfindel's thoughts raced, mentally reviewing the members of his regiment, trying to assess if one of the guards was worthy of his friend.

"Why?" Elrond paused to tease Glorfindel. "He has a great sense of humor, a courageous heart and is breathtakingly beautiful."

Glorfindel was growing annoyed. Why couldn't Elrond just give him the name? "Does he know that you are attracted to him?"

"Most certainly not." Elrond didn't want to jeopardize their friendship. He was fairly sure Glorfindel didn't feel the same way about him and he treasured the friendship they had built throughout the years.

"This is infuriating!" Glorfindel banged his fist onto the table. "Why won't you tell me his name? I will talk to him to see if the attraction is mutual."

"I know it isn't," said Elrond wistfully. "And I have grown weary of this conversation. Let us eat and then rest. We will be quite busy these next few days."

Glorfindel grumbled, displeased. Although he had ceased asking questions, he continued to study Elrond, easily identifying the smug expression in the gray eyes. I will find out who holds your heart and then I will make sure the two of you get together.

Note: My elves are not vegetarians. They look after the amount of game and where is too much of a certain species or there are old or sick specimens they shoot them and use them for consumption. LOL

Beta read by Ilye and Niamh, thanks. All remaining mistakes are mine.

Part 5

A suffocating darkness engulfed him.

Suddenly, Erestor wondered if linking with Thranduil had been a wise thing to do. But he hadn't felt like he had a choice. After the Sinda had fallen into nightmares Thranduil had thrashed in his arms, calling out for Legolas and sobbing softly. But the younger Elf was not here; Legolas was on his way to Imladris, and couldn't help his father now that the Shadow devoured Thranduil's heart.

Erestor had reacted instinctively, diving into the Sinda's mind and creating a solid link through which he could send part of his life energy to aid the troubled Elf. Holding Thranduil tightly in his arms, he rested his brow against the Sindarin Elf's. He stared deeply into the vacant emerald eyes and found that the Shadow had even penetrated the irises.

"Draw from my strength," Erestor whispered determinedly, hoping Thranduil had heard him, and could sense his presence. It was important that the Sindarin Elf didn't give in, and Erestor lent the blond all the energy he could spare.

The night dragged on and seemed never-ending. During many hours Erestor soothed Thranduil whenever the Sinda shook violently. His concern for the other Elf's well-being increased when Thranduil's eyes closed and his charge stopped breathing.

"Nay, I cannot lose you! I promised Legolas I would watch over you." And even more important, "We cannot lose you to the Shadow. Once Mirkwood falls, other realms will follow!"

Acting the only way he knew how, Erestor determinedly placed his lips over Thranduil's and sent his breath into the other's lungs, hoping it would bring the King back to him. The moment felt incredibly intimate and that instant a bond was formed. His life energy pulled Thranduil back from the brink, denying the Halls of Waiting their newest inhabitant.

"I won't let you fall into Shadow. Breathe! Breathe for me!"

Thranduil unexpectedly surged in his arms, struggling to sit upright. The Sinda drew in precious air as his lungs began to function once more.

"Too close," Erestor whispered shaken. He had come too close to losing Thranduil. He had managed to keep the Sindarin Elf alive tonight, but what would happen once Ithil rose again?

Concentrating hard, he closed his eyes and reached out to soothe any distressing wrinkles in Thranduil's mind, ensuring the blond's sleep would be undisturbed for the remainder of the night. The other Elf's mind felt like quicksand, moving constantly and trapping him, and at its edges he sensed the presence of evil. Even now, the darkness refused to fully release Thranduil!

But they had won for now. Thranduil had been reclaimed and the Sinda now settled comfortably in his arms, pressing even closer. Erestor instinctively tightened his hold on his charge. How much longer can Thranduil resist? How long before they pull him under? How many more times can I pull him back from the brink?

He needed to far-speak with Elrond, and tell the half-Elf how grave the situation had become. But right now he lacked the energy to do so. Supporting Thranduil through the night had drained him.

Curling around his charge, Erestor caressed the long hair that had once possessed a golden glow, but was gray. "Elrond and I will find a way to deal with the Shadow," he whispered, hoping that he could keep Thranduil alive until Elrond had found a solution to their problem.

When Arien rose in the sky and the first beams gently touched their heads, Erestor gave in to exhaustion and followed Thranduil into a peaceful sleep.

Thranduil blinked sleepily. Last night's nightmares had been bad, but he had managed to fight them off more easily than usual. He had felt stronger, and better equipped to deal with the shadowy images and slithery voice. He had even managed to get some decent sleep once Arien had risen and now that he was awake, he didn't feel as disorientated as he normally would.

Shifting slightly, he swiftly realized that there was someone in bed with him. Focusing his stare, he groaned softly, identifying Erestor. What was a Noldorin Elf doing in his bed? Hadn't he confined Erestor to his quarters, or had he been imagining things? These days he wasn't sure what was real and what was a dream.

Due to Erestor's tight hold, he could barely move and was forced to watch the dark-haired Elf sleep. He could call for the guards, he belatedly realized, but dark circles had formed beneath Erestor's eyes overnight and he didn't want to wake the other Elf just yet. If his suspicions were true, Erestor had helped him last night. That would certainly explain why he had warded off the darkness more easily.

Why did you aid me? He had never expected such support from a Noldorin Elf. But then again, he knew he was prejudiced because of the way Gil-galad had treated him when he had desired Elrond. It wasn't fair to judge the Noldor because one Elf had mistreated him.

He sighed; Erestor was quickly forcing him to adjust his thinking. You are much like Elrond. I was right about that. When he had first met Elrond he had instantly been attracted to the half-Elf, recognizing a compassionate heart when he saw one. But Gil-galad had made his claim known and he had been forced to back off.

And now he found himself in the arms of a Noldorin Elf. Taking his time, he studied the sleeping advisor. Erestor's long, raven hair had fanned out over the pillow and the ends tickled his skin. The Elf's long legs were wrapped around his, making sure he couldn't leave. Erestor's arms were possessively folded around his waist. Large, brown eyes were filled with sleep and exhaustion. He would have been blind not to notice the other's beauty, which easily matched Erestor's dedication.

As you said before, you do not answer to me. You do not have to support me, help me, and yet you do. He didn't understand Erestor's motives.

Focused on Erestor as he was, he suddenly sensed something peculiar. A tendril of Erestor's mind was still linked with his. He gasped, realizing he had been right. Erestor had shared his mind with him last night, lending him the strength he had needed to fight off the Shadow.

But why is the link still in place? Erestor should have retreated by now. Instead, he still felt the other's presence in his mind. Concerned for the dark-haired Elf's welfare, he tried to push Erestor from his mind, but failed. Shocked, he realized that a solid connection had formed between them during the night. Nay, I cannot drag him into death with me. Erestor, what did you do?

Did Erestor know what had happened? That a steady connection had formed between them? He had to put as much distance between them as possible. Maybe then the link would fade. But his instincts told him that Erestor wouldn't be chased away that easily.

If necessary I will have him banished from Mirkwood. He had to act in Erestor's best interest. But first he had to wait for the Noldorin Elf to wake up.

Lindir was worried when Erestor didn't return in the morning. He paced furiously, wondering if he should take action -- and what sort of action. He couldn't simply march into the royal chambers to check on Erestor. And he couldn't ask Legolas for help either, as the younger Elf had left for Imladris.

Sighing deeply, he came to a standstill. The only thing he could do was to wait for Erestor to return.

Erestor felt drained when he finally woke up. Last night had been exhausting and he sighed, fatigued, wishing he felt more rested. Was this how Thranduil felt each morning after battling the Shadow? Fully waking up, his eyes regained their sparkle, and he stared into Thranduil's emerald ones. The blond was extremely close and the warm body in his arms felt incredibly welcome.

"Good morning, Sire," Erestor said teasingly. He couldn't help feel relieved, seeing the somewhat puzzled expression in the other's eyes, for it meant Thranduil was alert again.

"I reckon you know that what you did was utterly stupid?"

Thranduil's words puzzled him. "Would you tell me what you are referring to?" It was still early and he was too tired to play games.

Neither of them pulled away, but clung to the other, not even realizing the need to remain close.

Thranduil considered the Elf in front of him and then drew in a deep breath. "Why did you reach out to me last night?"

"You needed the support, my strength. I felt the darkness reach for you and I had to do something. You even stopped breathing at one point." Erestor suddenly felt shy, realizing he had kissed Thranduil, sending his breath into the other's lungs. "You came close to passing into the Halls of Waiting and I couldn't let that happen."

Thranduil carefully considered everything he had just learned. If Erestor was being honest - and he had no reason to doubt the other's words - then a Noldorin Elf had saved his life. "In that case I thank you for reaching out to me." Erestor's closeness made him lower his guard and he mumbled, "I cannot leave Arda yet. I do not want Legolas to suffer the same fate. I must stay alive until the evil is defeated."

Erestor suddenly realized that Thranduil didn't yet know about Elrond's summons. He had to tread carefully now. "The Ring of Power has resurfaced."

Thranduil closed his eyes momentarily. "I know. At night it whispers to me."

Moistening his lips, Erestor continued. "The Ringbearer is on his way to Imladris and Elrond decreed that a council is to be held. He asked Legolas to attend."

"Legolas..." Thranduil sighed distressed. "I assume he is now on his way to Imladris?" His son was his own master; he had never been able to forbid Legolas anything.

"You do not oppose Legolas answering Elrond's summons?" Erestor continued to wonder about the Sindarin Elf. Thranduil was a mystery to him.

"Look at the state I am in," hissed Thranduil sharply. "Do you really think I am powerful enough to control anything? I am ruled by circumstances! All I can do is try to survive!"

Erestor suddenly grew very much aware of the warm body in his arms. Thranduil hadn't moved away from him and allowed the embrace, which surprised him. But then again, maybe the Sinda needed the physical contact to reassure him that he wasn't alone. "You must continue to fight. Evil cannot be allowed to win."

Suddenly Thranduil's eyes seemed to fill with unshed tears. "I do not know how much longer I can resist." He drew in another deep breath to calm himself. "I almost succumbed to evil last night... but I cannot continue to draw energy from you. I would drag you into the Halls of Waiting with me!"

"Do not worry about that," said Erestor soothingly. "I will make sure you won't pull me along."

"Oh, I will make sure of that! I won't allow you close again! And what do you think you are doing holding me like this?!" Thranduil, realizing Erestor would offer him as much strength as needed, pulled away from the Noldorin Elf. He refused to be the reason of Erestor's death. "I want you to leave now."

Thranduil's furious reaction totally surprised him. "Again, Sire, I am not bound to honor your commands." Erestor grinned smugly, but allowed Thranduil to move out of his arms. "You can order your guards to take me away, but I will return tonight." Erestor watched Thranduil closely as the blond failed to push himself to his feet. "Stay in bed. You need the rest." He reached out and pulled Thranduil down again.

Protesting loudly, Thranduil had no other choice but to give in. What was it about Erestor that comforted him? He disliked all Noldorin Elves, had even hated them at one point, but now he found he was beginning to enjoy Erestor's closeness. "Do you ever obey an order?"

"I obey Elrond's... but only when they suit me best," chuckled Erestor. Although his arms weren't around Thranduil's waist any longer, the Sinda settled close again, watching him. "I am not one to follow orders."

Thranduil actually chuckled. "I had gathered that much." Smiling, he continued to observe the raven-haired Elf. "But you expect me to carry out your orders."

"Aye, I do," replied Erestor smugly, "because I know what is best for you. I am chief advisor for a very good reason."

"You are arrogant," chuckled Thranduil. To his surprise he found that he enjoyed their banter.

"You are calling me arrogant? You are the one who has built a reputation of being haughty and unapproachable."

Thranduil stopped protesting, knowing Erestor would win in the end - and strangely enough this was one battle that he didn't want to win. "Do you ever do as you are told?"

"Sometimes." Erestor stretched and enjoyed the sensation as Arien's warm beams caressed his face. Thranduil was also immersed in liquid sunlight and for one moment they experienced peace of mind. There was an almost enchanting quality in the air. "Are you cross with me for venturing into your mind?"

"I had told you not to," said Thranduil thoughtfully, feeling stronger now that Arien warmed him. "But I am glad you did. Or else the Shadow would be reaching for Legolas right now."

"And you would have entered the Halls of Waiting," Erestor pointed out.

"I do not care about my demise," said Thranduil softly, "It is Legolas I worry for. I do not want the darkness to consume him as it is consuming me. He is so young."

Erestor understood Thranduil's worries. "We will make sure that the Shadow won't get to your son."

Thranduil cleared his throat, realizing he had to address an awkward matter. "I can still sense your presence in my mind. The connection is still there." He wondered what Erestor would say about that. "I don't think you intended it that way... Or did you?"

Erestor also felt the connection and assumed it was the very reason why Thranduil was this mellow. "Do you mind that much?" The connection seemed to keep Thranduil balanced, more emotionally stable, and it had ensured some peaceful sleep on the blond's part. "I can let go of the link if that is what you desire."

Thranduil gave the dark-haired Elf a long look. Are you so sure you can still let go? After considering his next move, he said, "Release me from this connection." Would his suspicion prove true?

Erestor reluctantly complied and let the link fade. To his surprise he found that it wouldn't dissolve completely. A very faint echo remained. Frowning, he wondered why.

Thranduil sighed, still sensing Erestor's presence in his mind. "It is as I thought."

"What is?" Mystified, Erestor tried to terminate the connection, but the link refused to die. "I don't understand. This has never happened before."

Sighing, Thranduil stared deeply into Erestor's brown eyes. "I assume you never pulled someone back from the brink before?"

"Nay, I linked with others, but they were never in danger of dying. But that shouldn't make any difference."

"It does," said Thranduil calmly. "It does make a difference. When you pulled me back, your mind merged with mine for the briefest of moments and a permanent link was formed. I doubt either of us can break this connection."

Erestor's eyes narrowed. He sensed that the blond was telling the truth, but this was hard to digest and accept. "Are you saying our minds are permanently linked?" The serious expression in Thranduil's eyes took him aback.

"It is even worse than that," sighed Thranduil resigned. "We may consider ourselves bonded. Your fate is now linked to mine. I am still fading, but it is your life force that keeps me here."

Erestor gave Thranduil a look full of disbelief, but then searched deep within himself. The connection was solid and permanent. His energy continued to flow into Thranduil's mind, strengthening the Sindarin Elf and keeping him alive. "By Elbereth, it is true." Big-eyed, he stared at the blond. Joining his fate with Thranduil's had never been his intention. "What do we do now?"

"I do not know," said Thranduil somberly, "But I do know that we will either survive together or die together."

Glorfindel knew he was being sneaky and crossing the line, but he had to know! It is Elrond's fault! Why did he have to tell me he is in love? He should have known it would drive me mad.... Wait! Maybe that was why he told me? Would he be that wicked?

Pushing the door to Elrond's chambers open, he soundlessly tiptoed inside. The half-Elf was sound asleep in his bed and Glorfindel took a moment to take in his friend's disheveled appearance. Elrond had undone the braids and knots in his hair before going to sleep and the long strands had become entangled during his apparently restless sleep.

The sheets had slipped down, revealing narrow hips and a flat abdomen. Glorfindel smiled fondly. Elrond possessed an unearthly beauty that had attracted him when he had first arrived in Imladris. Then Elrond had married Celebrían and he had smothered his feelings for the half-Elf. But Celebrían had sailed for Valinor and Elrond was 'available' again.

Moving soundlessly, he approached the bed and sat on his heels, studying Elrond's face, which was utterly relaxed in sleep. He had only seen Elrond asleep a few times, and the fact that the half-Elf slept with his eyes closed still caused shivers to run down his spine.

Tenderly, he brushed a wayward lock away from Elrond's face and continued to watch the half-Elf sleep. Over the centuries they had become more than friends, but Elrond had never shown any interest in him romantically, something which Glorfindel had eventually accepted. He had hoped that Elrond might become interested in him after Celebrían had left, but Elrond had buried himself in his books instead.

Carefully he leaned in closer and whispered into a slightly pointed ear, "Elrond, tell me who you are in love with. It is I, Glorfindel - you can trust me. I will keep your secret... Just tell me." He disliked using such sneaky tactics, but his curiosity was killing him and he blamed Elrond for putting him in this position. "Tell me, meldir."

Elrond shifted in the bed, sighed, and smiled affectionately. Glorfindel smiled in turn and ran his fingers through the long, dark hair. "Tell me." He knew there was a chance Elrond could wake and would scold him, but that was a risk he was willing to take. "I must know!"

A blissful sigh escaped Elrond's lips. Beneath closed eyelids, Glorfindel detected rapid eye movement and he realized the half-Elf wouldn't wake up soon. "Elrond, who are you in love with?"

Elrond moaned softly and leaned into the touch when Glorfindel gently caressed his face. Glorfindel involuntarily held his breath, hearing that soft moan. "Elrond, I can mediate for you... Just tell me." Seductively, he brushed his fingertips across the half-Elf's lips. "Tell me his name."

"Glorfindel..." Elrond breathed the name softly and smiled against the blond's hand that now cupped his cheek. "Im mela lin, Glorfindel." (I love you, Glorfindel.)

Glorfindel's eyes widened. What? What did you say?

Elrond purred, moving his face against the palm of the blond's hand. "Im aníraa lin, Glorfindel." (I desire you, Glorfindel.)

Glorfindel fought the reflex to pull back his hand. Doing so would have woken Elrond. Can this be true? Are you in love with me? He mentally reviewed everything Elrond had told him during dinner. He had a good sense of humor, was courageous, and many Elves had called him beautiful in the past. Those things could apply to him. "Are you in love with me?"

Slowly, he pulled back; easing Elrond's head back onto the pillow after cupping it in the palm of his hand. He stared at the half-Elf in surprise, but then a huge grin broke through on his face. Elrond loves me! He is in love with me! His greatest wish had come true! Elrond desired him!

After sneaking out of Elrond's rooms, he closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall. His breathing had sped up and he grinned madly.

"But why wouldn't you tell me?" Glorfindel frowned, wondering why Elrond felt it was necessary to keep this from him. "Or do you think I am not interested in you?" It was true. He had been careful not to send out the wrong signals, not wanting to embarrass Elrond. But that would change, now that he knew that the attraction was mutual.

Ah, he would have so much fun seducing Elrond!

Beta read by Niamh and Ilye, thanks! All remaining mistakes are mine!

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