The night had never seemed to end and Erestor had fought the Shadow alongside Thranduil. The morning therefore found them exhausted, and both were relieved to have survived another night. The blond Elf lay snuggled close to him and Erestor's arms were wrapped around Thranduil in a protective embrace.
Arien's first golden rays now flowed into the room and headed for the bed. Erestor smiled, when the warmth finally reached them. He released a relieved sigh and then lowered his head to seek out Thranduil's drowsy eyes. The Sindarin Elf still wasn't fully awake yet, but Arien was now chasing the shadows out of the room, filling it with bright light.
"Good morning," whispered Erestor, pleased when the emerald eyes finally met his.
Thranduil tried to shake off the evil whispers that lingered in his mind and focused on Erestor's touch, when the raven-haired Elf's hand slipped beneath the blankets to caress his thigh. "Thank you for staying with me last night." Erestor would never fully understand how much light and hope the Noldorin Elf had brought to his miserable life.
Nodding in understanding, Erestor caressed the brittle skin beneath his finger tips. I wish I had known you when you were still untouched by the Shadow. I can only guess how beautiful you once were. But although Thranduil's outer splendor had faded, a light still shone strongly from deep within.
Thranduil moaned his delight at feeling Erestor's touch. Holding the other Elf's gaze prisoner, he realized how deeply and utterly he was falling in love with his savior. If it were up to him, he would never let Erestor go again. But it wasn't up to him. His heart contracted painfully, realizing that he would lose Erestor at any rate. Either the Shadow prevailed and claimed his life, or the One Ring was destroyed and then Erestor would return to Imladris. He couldn't win and therefore he grew determined to savor every moment they shared.
Leaning in, he gently claimed Erestor's lips in a tender kiss. Bringing up his arms behind the raven-haired Elf's back, he pulled him close. Possessively he folded his legs around Erestor's waist to make sure that the other Elf couldn't leave.
Thranduil's actions surprised Erestor, but he gave in enthusiastically, returning the kiss and wrapping his limbs around the Sindarin Elf. Both grew hard and their erections brushed against one another, drawing pleased moans from them. Thranduil moved unexpectedly and Erestor suddenly found himself on top of the blond.
Arching his back, Thranduil tried to get Erestor to move. "Please..." The only time he ever felt truly free of the Shadow was when Erestor was touching him. His fingers trailed down the raven-haired Elf's back and then cupped the round mounds of flesh, pressing Erestor as close as possible to him. Thrusting against the advisor, he hoped Erestor finally got the hint.
Erestor's eyes darkened with lust and understanding. Reaching between their bodies, he aligned their erections and then set a slow, rhythm. Thranduil rose to meet his thrusts and soon their bellies were slick with pre-ejaculate. He momentarily wondered why Thranduil had rolled him on top. The blond struck him as the type who would want to dominate a sexual encounter, but then passion mounted and he pressed his lips against Thranduil's, bruising them in a rough kiss.
Thranduil moaned into his mouth and the sensation was enough to push Erestor toward orgasm. Releasing Thranduil's lips, his tongue trailed lower. Suckling on the soft skin of Thranduil's throat, he bit into the flesh, drawing blood and marking the blond as his own.
Sea-green eyes widened in pleasure, and Thranduil trembled fiercely as his body was catapulted toward release. Purring, he threw back his head, giving Erestor easier access to his throat. As teeth pierced his skin, he yelped his surrender. He came hard against Erestor, and a moment later, more hot cream settled on his stomach, proving the raven-haired Elf had found release as well.
Spent and exhausted, Thranduil stared at Erestor, rapture clear in his eyes. Their lovemaking seemed so natural, so right and in his heart love blossomed for this Noldorin Elf who had broken down his barriers so completely. The words that now escaped his lips took both Elves aback. "Im mela lle, Erestor." (I love you, Erestor.) He had spoken from the heart and he held his breath, uncertain how Erestor would react to his declaration of love.
Erestor had frozen in his movements and now stared at the squirming Elf beneath him. The connection between them told him that Thranduil was sincere. Being completely honest with himself, he had to admit that the declaration didn't come as a surprise. Love had been building inside him as well, but until now he had been reluctant to acknowledge it.
Not getting a response, Thranduil's heart contracted painfully. He was convinced he had made a terrible mistake now that Erestor remained quiet. He was about to wriggle himself free from the other Elf's hold when suddenly Erestor's lips descended onto his again. His eyes widened and their gazes locked. In that instant, he read the answer in those bewitching dark eyes.
Erestor regretted releasing the blond's lips, but pulled back, realizing he needed to voice his thoughts and feelings. "When did this happen, Thranduil? When did my feelings for you deepen and become more than concern?"
Slightly reassured that Erestor was still talking to him, Thranduil moistened his bruised lips. "It must be the bond. It will probably fade once you return to Imladris, but in the meantime I am yours." Thranduil had never before made himself this vulnerable – not even when he had courted his sons' mother. "You captured my heart. Will you be careful not to break it?"
Erestor swallowed hard, hearing the genuine concern in Thranduil's voice. "Oh, do you have such little faith in me? Don't you know that you hold my heart in turn? I was merely wondering when I had lost mine to you." Disliking the darkening mood that was settling over them, Erestor smiled radiantly. "So what does this make me? The royal consort?" He smirked and before Thranduil had the time to reply, he nipped playfully at the blond's bottom lip.
Thranduil's eyes filled with tears of joy, and it took the last ounce of his self-discipline to force them back. He closed his eyes, feeling Erestor's playful nip, savoring the sensation.
Through the link Erestor felt Thranduil's contentment, and after releasing his lover's lips, he placed butterfly kisses on the eyelids, encouraging the Sindarin Elf to open them again.
Thranduil stared thoughtfully at the Elf atop of him. "More than my consort; my mate."
Erestor arched an eyebrow questioningly. "Is that an official proposal, sire?"
Thranduil suddenly grew nervous, realizing he would do whatever necessary to keep Erestor here in Mirkwood with him. "Aye, it is."
Erestor moved away from Thranduil and knelt next to the blond on the bed. Their gazes entwined and searched one another. "You are sincere," Erestor said eventually.
Thranduil slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. Looking at Erestor, he nodded. "I need you at my side. Stay here and be with me."
But Erestor wasn't sure he could make such a commitment. "Aiya, you know I love you. You can feel it through the link, like I can, but you also know my loyalty lies with Elrond. I am his chief advisor."
Thranduil's heart broke into tiny shards of brittle glass at hearing those words. "You will leave me, then." He stopped fighting his tears and they slid down his cheeks. "I am fooling myself into believing that you love me and that you will stay."
Erestor bit his bottom lip. The happiness that had shone from Thranduil's eyes a moment ago had completely vanished and he was to blame for that. "I have to talk to Elrond first," he said eventually. His heart was breaking as well, thinking of having to leave Thranduil. "I want to stay with you," he clarified, "But —"
"No more," said Thranduil in a shaky voice. "I may know the truth now, but please let me believe otherwise. Let me believe you will stay and be my lover until the end of Arda." He was deceiving himself, but he needed to do so if he wanted to survive. "I will cherish every moment given to us."
Erestor realized he had made a grave mistake. He should not have answered so rashly -- should have asked Thranduil to wait until he had spoken with Elrond. It was true that he had a hard time believing he would never return to Imladris again. He had helped raised the twins, loved talking to Arwen and he would miss his verbal bantering with Glorfindel. Elrond would have to do without his council, but he would give up his life in Imladris in order to be with Thranduil. How could he make it up to his lover for speaking that bluntly?
"Thranduil, please do not give up on us. I will talk to Elrond and I am confident he will understand. You must realize that I cannot commit myself to you until he lets me go. I have been his chief advisor for many millennia." Erestor hoped his words penetrated the hazy recesses of the Sindarin Elf's troubled mind. "I will never desert you!"
Thranduil trustingly looked at him and then Erestor said something that stunned both of them. "If necessary I will defy Elrond to be with you. My heart belongs to you, never doubt that." Erestor didn't know if the bond was to blame entirely, and right now he didn't care. "I am in love with you."
Thranduil snorted in disdain. "Look at me," he hissed, averting his eyes so he didn't have to meet Erestor's gaze. Now that they were no longer touching he felt empty and lonely. "I am a sorry excuse for an Elf. Not so long ago my hair was golden and my features strong and not sunken. How can you possibly have fallen in love with me? It must be the bond."
"I am not so sure. Of course the bond contributes to my feelings for you, but I doubt it can make me feel this way if I weren't attracted to you in the first place." Erestor smiled warmly and swung his feet onto the floor. "There is no point in discussing this now. We should bathe and then check on Elrond."
Thranduil sighed, disappointedly, and gave in. "Please accept my apology, melme. I did not want to pressure you. I should know better than to expect you to desert your Lord. Elrond and you are friends and—"
Erestor pulled Thranduil to his feet and silenced him by placing a finger across the Sindarin Elf's lips. "Elrond and I are friends, but what I feel for you goes deeper than friendship. I won't desert you, melamin," he said, repeating his promise. "Come, we should freshen up and then check on Elrond."
Thranduil nodded reluctantly. Erestor was right; he needed to check on the half-Elf, but he wasn't looking forward to facing Elrond and Glorfindel.
Elrond woke up slowly. The first thing he grew aware of was Glorfindel holding him and that realization made him smile. Smile? I can smile again?
He had been paralyzed after the spider's bite and for some time he had been worried that he would never see Glorfindel again. A part of him had doubted Thranduil would tend to his injuries, but the Sindarin Elf had completely taken him by surprise by showing him such tender care. He knew with certainty that he owed his life to Thranduil and that knowledge made him uncertain. Was there a price involved for Thranduil's care? He didn't want to think about that and focused on Glorfindel instead.
Feeling Elrond move against him made Glorfindel wake up as well. Against his will he had dozed off during the night. He had wanted to guard Elrond's sleep, but the half-Elf had been sound asleep and no nightmares had plagued him, luring him into peaceful slumber. "Your eyes are no longer clouded by pain and fears."
Elrond swallowed cautiously. He was still incredibly thirsty. "Wa...ter?"
Glorfindel acted at once. He regretted letting go of his lover, but had to rise from the bed in order to fill a glass with water. Sitting down on the side of the bed, he pulled Elrond toward him and placed the glass at the chapped lips, allowing Elrond to sip carefully.
Fresh spring water traveled down his throat, refreshing him and Elrond gave the Elda a thankful look. "You... better... dress... Thran... druil... arrive..." Forming complete sentences was still too draining for him and he hoped Glorfindel had understood what he was trying to say.
Glorfindel nodded again and got dressed. After putting on his breeches and boots, he settled down next to the half-Elf, studying the lucid eyes. "You still feel weak." It wasn't a question; it was a statement.
"My side... hurts... shoulder..." Elrond moistened his lips again, eager for more water. He was about to ask Glorfindel to refill the glass when the door unexpectedly opened.
Glorfindel immediately assumed a fighting stance, ready to defend his rather defenseless lover in case an enemy had entered, but he relaxed, seeing it was Erestor. But then Thranduil entered as well and he tensed again.
Thranduil felt the tension that radiated from Glorfindel and mentally prepared himself for trouble. "I will leave quickly, if you let me check Elrond's injuries now." He reached for the wooden bowl a healer handed him and then waited for Glorfindel to step aside, as the Elda was blocking his way. "Or will you attend to his injuries yourself?"
Glorfindel felt confused and sought out Erestor's glance. What was he to do now? Erestor nodded and Glorfindel took that as a sign to let Thranduil pass. The grey-haired Elf now continued to the bedside and Glorfindel shook his head in disbelief, realizing how much the King's state had deteriorated. Thranduil is dying, he realized shocked.
Thranduil drew in a deep breath before meeting Elrond's gaze. "I trust you feel better?" He placed the wooden bowl on the nightstand and pushed down the blankets to reveal the bandages.
Elrond nodded weakly, wondering about Thranduil. He hadn't fully believed Legolas when the younger Elf had told him that Thranduil was dying, but he believed now. "Feel... better..." he whispered shakily.
Thranduil signaled for Glorfindel to join them. "Help me roll him onto his stomach. I need to examine his shoulder."
Glorfindel exchanged a look with Elrond and then complied. He carefully watched Thranduil's every move when the Sindarin Elf tended to the half-Elf. He cringed, when the bandages were removed, seeing the imprint the spider's fangs had left behind. But as he looked more closely he also realized that there was no sign of infection.
Gently rubbing the healing salve onto Elrond's damaged skin, Thranduil tried to cause as least discomfort as possible. "I expect you to be on your feet in a few days. I advise you to rest, as you will feel weak for some time." Aided by Glorfindel, they rolled Elrond onto his back again and Thranduil now added more salve to the half-Elf's injured side before applying clean bandages. "I suggest you also drink a lot of water and tea." Giving Glorfindel a tentative look, Thranduil added, "Try to make him eat something. I will instruct Lindir to bring you breakfast after I have left."
Now that he had tended to his patient, Thranduil was eager to leave the room. He was about to head for the doorway when Elrond's shaky voice stopped him.
"Stay... Please..." Elrond managed to curl his fingers around Glorfindel's and addressed his lover. "Want... to... sit...up..."
Glorfindel helped the half-Elf find a comfortable sitting position and then sat down himself, letting Elrond lean against him for support. He wrapped an arm possessively around his lover and wondered why Elrond had stopped Thranduil from leaving the room.
"Thran... duil?" Elrond hoped he had enough strength left to do what he had to do. His heart twitched in his chest when Thranduil turned around and hesitantly locked gazes with him. The grey-haired Elf had lost all arrogance, splendor and pride he usually associated with Thranduil and Elrond wasn't sure how to proceed. Legolas' words haunted him. My father does not have much time left. He is dying. Elrond realized how true those words had been. He had to stop the Shadow from claiming Thranduil.
"Come... closer..." Elrond leaned heavily against Glorfindel and appreciated the other's thoughtfulness when the Elda brushed clammy strands of hair away from his face. Staring at Thranduil, Elrond knew exactly what he had to do. "Sauron... woke..." It vexed him that his way to express himself was this limited. He wanted to carry a conversation with Thranduil, but the aftereffects of the poison made that impossible.
Thranduil, cautiously brushing Elrond's mind to understand the full meaning of the whispered words, nodded once. "Aye, Dol Guldur has woken."
Glorfindel, seeing how much this was wearing Elrond out, took it upon himself to be the half-Elf's voice. "And the Shadow is reaching for you."
Although it was Glorfindel who had spoken, Thranduil's gaze remained trained on Elrond. "You should rest instead of worrying about things you cannot influence."
Elrond squeezed Glorfindel's hand, drawing the Elda's attention to the ring of power which he was wearing.
Glorfindel understood, but exchanged one more glance with Elrond, just to make sure he had read the half-Elf right. Elrond nodded and Glorfindel slowly slid the ring off his lover's finger. Reaching for Thranduil, he grabbed hold of the skeletal hand and clutched it tightly.
Erestor realized Glorfindel's intentions, but he also knew that Thranduil had no idea why the Elda had grabbed him. Quickly he moved forward and wrapped an arm around his lover, keeping the Sindarin Elf in place. "Peace, melamin, they mean well."
Glorfindel's eyes widened, catching the endearment that had left Erestor's lips. "Melamin?"
"I will explain later," said Erestor calmly, meeting first Glorfindel and then Elrond's gaze.
Elrond managed a weak smile. When I sent you here, Erestor, I told you by any means necessary, but I had no idea you would take it that literally. I wonder what happened between Thranduil and you. But he knew Erestor would tell him in time. Squeezing Glorfindel's hand again, he said, "Do... it."
Glorfindel hoped he would receive some answers from Erestor, explaining what had happened, but he obeyed and slipped Vilya around Thranduil's ring finger.
Thranduil didn't understand what was happening at first, and stared at the ring questioningly. His eyes narrowed, when he finally realized what Glorfindel had done. Shaking his head in disbelief, he sought out Elrond's eyes.
Elrond knew he had to explain, but he was still too weak to talk for a long time. "Protect... you... keep you... from fading... Legolas told us." His eyes closed momentarily as he tried to gather his strength for one last statement. "You keep it... until Sauron... has been... destroyed."
Glorfindel wondered about the panic that shone from Thranduil's eyes. The Sindarin Elf was trying to pull his hand away from his grip, but he held him in place, realizing the King wanted to remove the ring. "Elrond is serious. He wants you and your realm to benefit from Vilya's protection. The ring has kept Imladris safe for centuries, but now Mirkwood and its ruler need it most."
Looking over his shoulder, Thranduil made eye contact with Erestor. "I do not understand." He unexpectedly swayed on his feet. Last night had been taxing and attending to Elrond this morning had sapped most of his energy.
Erestor placed his hand on Glorfindel's. "Let go, meldir. I will make him understand."
Glorfindel let go and focused on Elrond, whose eyes had opened again. The half-Elf was taking in the scene with great interest. Thranduil's haunted eyes met his and Elrond saw an echo of evil in them. I waited too long. I should have come here earlier. He hoped he wasn't too late and that Thranduil's life could still be saved. The Sindarin Elf did look awfully fragile to him.
"I cannot accept this," whispered Thranduil as Erestor helped him to sit down on the chair next to Elrond's bed. "It does not belong to me." He raised his hand and was about to remove the ring when Glorfindel's voice echoed through the room.
"We insist, sire. The Shadow cannot win and you have to resist its pull. Once you give in, Legolas will be next. You cannot possibly want to endanger your son's life." Glorfindel flinched when Erestor shot him a venomous look. What was he missing here? Why was Erestor this protective of Thranduil?
Erestor sat on his heels in front of his lover and gathered Thranduil's hands in his, making sure the Sindarin Elf couldn't remove Vilya from his finger. "Glorfindel could have phrased it more tactfully," he started, giving the Elda another disapproving look, "but he is right. You have to continue to fight the Shadow. Legolas does not know it will claim him next and you have to be strong for your son... and for me. I do not want to lose you now that I found you."
Glorfindel frowned; Erestor's words puzzled him. Was it possible that the advisor had fallen for Thranduil? But he couldn't actually believe that, seeing the state Thranduil was in. The Ruler of Mirkwood was a frightening apparition. Had he not known Thranduil before the Shadow came over the lands, he wouldn't even have recognized the King.
Thranduil's gaze traveled from Erestor to Elrond. "Are you sure about this? Gil-galad gave it to you for safe-keeping. This ring is yours and I have no right to wear, let alone wield it." He sighed fatigued. "I no longer have the power to wield her at any rate."
Erestor placed his hands on either side of his lover's head and forced Thranduil to look at him. "Hear me, melamin. The ring will weaken the hold the Shadow has on you and in time you will grow strong enough to wield her if necessary."
Elrond had saved his strength to be able to utter one whole sentence. "You must survive, Thranduil." Exhausted, he leaned against Glorfindel. His eyes began to close as a healing sleep overwhelmed him. I must ask Thranduil about the antidote, he thought absentmindedly. He didn't know about any antidote to fight the spider's venom and having it recorded in his books might come in handy one day. His last thought before falling asleep was that he had to learn about the ingredients of that salve.
"He is asleep again," said Glorfindel in a loving tone. He eased Elrond back onto the bed and then looked at Thranduil. "We came here in peace, sire." He didn't really know what to make of the Sindarin Elf. Thranduil seemed to have greatly changed since they had last met.
"I do not doubt that you came in peace," said Thranduil in a drained tone. "But you should not have come at all. These are dangerous times."
"We learned that the hard way," said Glorfindel grimly. "At least you now have three less spiders to worry about."
Thranduil smiled gratefully. "You took them all out, Balrog Slayer?"
Glorfindel recognized the compliment Thranduil was paying him and nodded once. "If you want any more of those vile creatures to be taken out, tell me and I will slay them for you."
"Legolas used to keep them at bay," sighed Thranduil, saddened, missing his son. Suddenly Erestor buried him in a hug and he eagerly rested his head against his lover's chest. Using the link, he sent his gratitude down their connection.
Glorfindel's confusion increased, seeing the worried expression on Erestor's face. Their glances met above Thranduil's head and he silently begged the advisor for some sort of explanation.
"Why don't you rest as well?" suggested Erestor. "You barely slept last night, melamin." Thranduil nodded his head against his chest and then slumped against him. Erestor rocked his lover slowly, luring Thranduil into sleep. Now that Arien was in the sky and Vilya on his lover's finger, the Sindarin Elf might finally sleep peacefully. Once he was certain that Thranduil was fast asleep, he rested his charge back into the chair and then covered him with a warm blanket.
Now that Thranduil and Elrond were resting, Erestor signaled for Glorfindel to follow him to the pair of chairs that were situated beneath the window. Both Elves sat down and Erestor told Glorfindel what had happened since his departure from Imladris.
Betaed by Niamh, thanks! All remaining mistakes are mine!
Where was Elrohir? Arien had long set and Ithil had risen high in the sky and yet there was no sign of his twin brother. Elladan had the feeling that Elrohir had been avoiding him all day long. Elrohir hadn't even joined him for dinner! Why are you avoiding me? And even more importantly, where can I find you? I have grown fed up with your behavior. You will tell me what is bothering you!
But first he had to find his elusive brother. Where would Elrohir hide? Where would be the last place he would look? Of course! A sad pain twisted his heart, recalling the bower where Celebrían had found some semblance of peace and quiet. She had already begun to fade and had gone outside more often, claiming she needed to feel free. The house had made her feel cornered. He would most certainly find his brother there.
Elladan grabbed his cloak before leaving his rooms. Winter was about to set in now that Vilya no longer resided in Imladris and he had the feeling it would be a cold, harsh winter without the aid of the ring's balancing powers.
Leaving the buildings behind him he headed for the rose gardens, recalling a time when Elrohir and he had spent many nights there in remembrance of their mother. When Celebrían had left, they had mourned the loss and had found the strength they needed by comforting each other. It had brought them even closer together – something which he hadn't believed possible.
Rushing through the gardens, he paid the roses' lovely scent no heed and headed for the ardor near the waterfall, hoping to find his twin there.
Elrohir spied his brother from a distance and mentally prepared himself for the upcoming confrontation. He didn't know how much longer he could successfully hide his attraction from his twin. Elladan already knew something was wrong and his older brother wouldn't give up until he knew what was troubling him. Right there and then he made his decision to deceive Elladan if necessary, and never admit the horrid truth to the brother whom he desired as his lover.
He shivered as a chilling breeze penetrated the wooden confines of the bower and he wished he had brought his cloak with him. But when he had made his way here, Arien had shone hotly and he had been warm.
"Gwanunig, (twin brother.)" said Elladan in greeting, entering the summer house. Elrohir had seated himself in their mother's rocking chair and for one ominous moment his twin resembled Celebrían in an uncanny way. It was true that they had inherited many physical traits from their father, but the lips and nose were definitely their mother's. He remained standing in front of Elrohir, who seemed reluctant to meet his gaze. "Elrohir?"
Elrohir sighed and finally looked at his twin brother. He cringed when their gazes met, wondering what Elladan read in his grey eyes.
Elladan read loneliness, despair and the need to be loved in his brother's expressive eyes. Those emotions urged him into action. "Make way for me." Squeezing himself into the chair as well, he pulled Elrohir partly onto his lap. Their mother's rocking chair was rather spacious and could hold them both. When Elrohir tried to pull away and get to his feet, Elladan established a tight hold on his twin.
After shifting on the chair to get comfortable, he pulled Elrohir close and forced his brother to rest his head against him. "Tell me what is on your mind. I won't let you leave here until I know." Elrohir's distressed sigh hopefully indicated his twin brother was finally going to unburden his soul.
Elrohir loathed himself for telling half-lies to his brother, but he reminded himself that it was in Elladan's best interest. His twin couldn't know what truly worried him. Instead of telling the truth, he said, "I have been thinking about the choice that I have to make shortly."
Elladan stiffened. "Are you contemplating choosing mortality?" Nay, this couldn't be happening!
Elrohir's self-loathing increased; hearing and sensing his twin's pain. He didn't want to hurt his brother in this way, but it would keep Elladan from finding out what truly ailed him. "Aye, I think I will choose mortality like Elros did. Don't you think it ironic that history will repeat itself?"
Elladan's heart shattered into fragile bits, hearing his brother's admission. "But you know I want to be counted among the Firstborn. You cannot leave me, Elrohir! We cannot be separated."
But we must go our own ways, êl. (star.) We must, or else I might drag you into disgrace with me. Wetness dripped down one of his braids and startled, he looked at his twin. "Don't cry, gwanunig. Please don't cry."
But the dam had broken and hot tears flowed from Elladan's darkening eyes. "I cannot live without you!" Elrohir couldn't be serious!
"Ada survived without Elros. They dealt with the separation. We will manage as well." Elrohir's eyes also filled with tears, seeing the shock and disbelief in his brother's orbs. Even if I chose to be counted among the Firstborn I would fade within the year. It doesn't matter if I choose mortality or not.
"Don't," said Elladan pleadingly. He grabbed Elrohir's hands, panicking now that he faced losing his brother to mortality. "Don't make this choice now. If you love me you will postpone it!"
Aiya, Elladan. It is because I love you that I have to leave you. He wished he could leave Imladris right now, before the Elven Sickness fully struck, but Elladan needed him and Elrond had entrusted his realm to them. He couldn't leave now; he had to endure a little longer.
"Promise me, Elrohir! Promise me you won't make that decision now. Wait a few more years." Elladan turned Elrohir's face toward him and was stunned to find that his brother was crying as well. "You don't want to leave me! Don't deny it! I read the truth in your eyes. You want to stay with me! Why are you doing this to us?"
Elrohir closed his eyes in an attempt to shut Elladan out. But the bond between them was strong and his brother's pain palpable in his mind. Carefully he shielded his thoughts and emotions. He couldn't risk Elladan accidentally finding out the truth. "Your words are true, êl. I don't want to leave you, but –"
Elladan cut him short. "Then don't! Promise me you won't chose mortality, not yet. Give yourself more time. Maybe you will change your mind and regret your rash decision later!"
At that moment, Elrohir realized Elladan might also choose mortality if he did. That prospect worried him. Elladan and he shared a tight bond and his twin would never allow for them to be separated. "Is that it, êl? You would become mortal to stay with me?"
Elladan stared at his twin in shock. "You always read me too easily," he said eventually, averting his eyes. "I cannot let you go, gwanunig. I need you close. I do not desire to become mortal, but I am determined to make sure that history does not repeat itself. Ada and Elros were separated. I promise you that it won't happen to us. I will become mortal if you do, but please... Give us time."
Us, thought Elrohir saddened. With you, it is always us. At times he wondered if Elladan ever saw them as individuals. "Elladan? What do I mean to you?"
The question surprised Elladan, but he grabbed hold of the opportunity to talk to his twin. Elrohir seemed willing to listen and he had to reach his brother now. He missed the intimate, emotional contact that normally existed between them. "You mean everything to me, Elrohir. You are the other half of my fëa. (soul) Without you I am lost, incomplete. I can deal with everything that life throws at me as long as I know you are at my side. You are my heart – and at times my guardian. I lost count of the times that you have rescued me from the awkward situations I got myself in. That is why I need you so much." Elladan could only hope that his words had reached his twin. "Elrohir, promise me you will never leave me."
Elrohir sighed distressed. "I cannot make that promise and you know it."
"Why?" Elladan stared at his twin with desperate hope in his eyes.
"I might die in battle or—"
"I will watch your back! I always did! No Orc or other foul creature will ever take you down!"
Elrohir raised a hand and wiped away the lingering tears that had settled on his twin's face. "I cannot make that promise." He wished he could. But he was already fading.
"At least promise me you won't choose mortality!" Elladan wrapped his arms possessively around his brother and stared at him. "Promise me!" The mere thought of having to live without Elrohir made him panic.
Elrohir nervously moistened his lips. He couldn't bear seeing the distress in his brother's eyes and whispered, "I promise." He ignored Elladan's triumphant outcry at hearing his promise, as he had just condemned himself to fading and facing Mandos when the time of his death was upon him.
Realizing Elladan was shaking like a leaf, Elrohir pushed his troubled thoughts aside and returned the embrace. He pulled Elladan close and guided his twin's head against his shoulder. As he was already in the rocking chair, he used that to his advantage and rocked slowly, hoping the motion would bring back memories of their parents rocking them when they had been Elflings. It worked. The tension in Elladan's body grew less and Elrohir mumbled reassuringly, whispering words that had a hidden meaning to him, but seemed completely normal to Elladan. "Im mela lle, êl. (I love you, star.) You are my heart and my soul."
Elladan finally let go of his fears and worries, and clung to his brother, letting Elrohir rock them and soothe his soul.
"So you bound yourself to him," said Glorfindel thoughtfully. Their normal friendly banter had now given way to serious discussion.
"It was the only way to keep Thranduil alive," said Erestor in a calm tone. He studied his friend's expression, wondering how Glorfindel would react to learning the truth. "I cannot leave his side for long and at night he needs me close."
Glorfindel felt slightly dumbfounded. As long as he had known Erestor, the raven-haired Elf had never taken a lover. Elrond had once hinted that Erestor had been bonded once, but that the advisor's mate had perished before Erestor had joined him at the Battle of the Last Alliance. He felt conflicted, learning that Erestor had accidentally bound himself to the Ruler of Mirkwood. "Do you care for him?" He had many questions and would ask them one by one.
Erestor frowned; that was one question he hadn't expected. "Aye, I care for Thranduil. I do not know when or how it happened, but I want him safe and alive."
Glorfindel shifted on the chair. "Does this mean you will stay in Mirkwood for the rest of your life? That you won't return home with us?"
Erestor swallowed nervously. "I am bound to Elrond's service. I cannot desert him like that. I would prefer to stay here with Thranduil, but should Elrond insist I will return to Imladris."
"But you would rather stay here?"
"Aye, Thranduil needs me and I have discovered that he is not the arrogant Elf I thought him to be." Erestor gave Glorfindel an apologetic look. "I would greatly miss Elrond and you, the twins and Arwen, but..." His voice trailed off, uncertain how to continue. "I have served Elrond for millennia and I always put him and Imladris first, but now I feel like I have found something -- someone -- just for me." He hoped Glorfindel understood.
"We both know Elrond well enough to realize that he won't force you to return to Imladris if your heart is bound to this place." Glorfindel's gaze shifted away from Erestor and came to rest on Thranduil's face. The Sindarin Elf was fast asleep, and this time the nightmares left him alone. Arien's rays illuminated his face, giving him a semblance of his former beauty back. "I must admit to being surprised that you would have him for your mate. As long as I remember you have been a loner."
Erestor waited patiently for Glorfindel to finish, uncertain what would come next. At least the Elda didn't seem to condemn him for his actions or his desire to stay with Thranduil.
"Do you think Thranduil will make you happy?" asked Glorfindel, meeting Erestor's gaze again.
"I honestly do not know," replied Erestor slowly. "Right now we are too pre-occupied with fighting the Shadow. We take it night-by-night. I have only been here for a few days, but I have seen him fight the evil, and on several occasions I fought alongside with him. I find him brave, courageous and compassionate, but I do not know what kind of mate he will be in the long run." Erestor closed his eyes temporarily. "I do not know if he will live long enough for me to find out."
"Trust me, he was beautiful once," whispered Glorfindel in a dreamy tone, recalling past meetings with the golden-haired Ruler. "He always struck me as passionate and a bit possessive." Suddenly he shivered and his features contorted. A terrible thought had come over him. "What if Legolas had been close instead of you? Legolas would never have let his father die. It would have been truly disastrous if Legolas and Thranduil had bonded instead."
A bond didn't necessarily have to be sensual in nature, but it would have kept Legolas from forming another one with a potential lover. Glorfindel sighed, suddenly feeling relieved that it had been Erestor instead. The dark-haired advisor was strong and wise; Thranduil and Erestor were evenly matched. "I hope you will find some measure of happiness, then," said Glorfindel eventually, smiling at his long-time friend. "If Thranduil ever recovers he might be more than you can handle, meldir. He is quite strong-headed."
Erestor returned the smile, although somewhat saddened. "I would be content to see him recover, Glorfindel. Being bound to him will change my life
-- has already changed my life -- but I will manage. Maybe once Thranduil is strong again I can spend part of the year in Imladris."
Glorfindel understood; Erestor realized he was making a sacrifice that would serve the greater good and felt his own happiness didn't matter as much as keeping Mirkwood and its Ruler safe. Recalling that Thranduil had allowed Erestor to call him 'melamin', he suspected that the Sindarin Elf did care about Erestor. A smug grin surfaced on his face, hoping Thranduil would love Erestor the way his friend deserved to be loved.
"Elladan, saes, (please) I am not hungry." His older brother had dragged him to the kitchens after stating that he looked too skinny and pale. The cook had complied at once, serving a rich soup filled with meats and vegetables. But Elrohir just stared at it and couldn't bring himself to eat.
"Just a few spoonfuls, Elrohir," pleaded Elladan, who had seated himself opposite his twin. He placed his hand atop of Elrohir's and his eyes begged his younger brother to reconsider. "You need to eat something." He didn't dare ask when the last time was Elrohir had eaten. "Do it for me."
Sighing deeply, Elrohir brought the spoon to his lips and tried to swallow the rich substance, but his stomach protested at once. He swallowed, fought the gagging reflex that followed, and then pushed the bowl far away from him. "I cannot. I am sorry."
Elladan's eyes darkened with concern. He reached for the plate with bread and cheese and offered Elrohir tiny bits of both. "Try again?"
The cook had placed hot milk with honey in front of Elrohir and now also looked expectedly at him. Not wanting to let them down, Elrohir tried again and managed a few bites of the cheese. The bread however, he had to spit out. Giving the cook an apologetic look, he felt guilty for disappointing them.
"Is there anything else I can tempt you with?" asked the cook hopefully.
"Nay. Please... Let me be." Elrohir caught the disappointed look in the cook's eyes when the Elf turned away to give them some privacy. Next, he stared at Elladan. The worry that stared back at him made him swallow hard.
"You cannot eat," started Elladan in a thoughtful tone. "At night you shiver when it is not even cold. You distance yourself from me and seek out Nana's bower to sit in her rocking chair." Horrified, he realized he could only reach one conclusion, but his heart fought this revelation. Nay, he couldn't lose Elrohir!
"Elladan?" Elrohir whispered his brother's name in concern, seeing the gray eyes darken even further with realization. Had his twin figured out what was happening to him? He prayed to Elbereth that he hadn't!
"By the Grace of the Valar, you are fading..." It took him a moment to fully comprehend that truth, but then he jumped to his feet and broke out into a frantic pace. "You are fading! Nana had nearly faded completely when she sailed for Valinor. Had she stayed her soul would have traveled to Mandos!"
Elrohir shivered, seeing the almost feral expression on his twin's face now that the terrible truth was sinking in. He tried to placate his brother, but Elladan growled – actually growled – at him like a hurting wolf.
"That is why you promised me not to choose mortality. You knew you were fading!" Elladan threw his arms into the air. "Where is Ada when I need him? Why are Erestor and Glorfindel not here? I cannot deal with this alone!" For one moment he stood frozen in time, then he shook himself and threw himself onto his knees in front of his trembling twin. "Why? Why are you fading, Elrohir? Tell me!" He was determined to find out why and stop the Elven Sickness from taking his brother away from him. "Whom are you pining for? Why are you grieving? Tell me! I must know!"
But Elrohir shook his head slowly, denying his brother his answers. "Gwanunig, I cannot tell you."
"But you are fading?" Elladan shook violently and released the tears that had been building in his eyes.
"Aye, I am fading," said Elrohir eventually, confirming his brother's suspicion. "It started a few days ago. Nana lasted almost a year before she sailed. I will stay with you during that time. Maybe I will leave before... before I fade completely. I do not want you to witness my last hours." Oh, he knew it was a lot for Elladan to take in, but it was best to do this now. "I will not sail for Valinor like Nana did."
"You choose to die?" Elladan stared at Elrohir in complete shock. "Nay! I will not allow it!"
"It is not your choice, Elladan, it is mine," said Elrohir calmly. He was taken by surprise when Elladan suddenly jumped to his feet, pulling him along as well, and then wrapped strong arms around his trembling frame. Elrohir sighed blissfully at having his twin this close, but then berated himself for feeling that way. "We still have a year, êl. That should be enough time to say good-bye."
Elrohir wasn't prepared to hear the keening wail -- filled with utter dread and despair -- that Elladan released. It ripped through him, broke his heart and made him return his twin's hug. "I am so sorry, êl."
Elladan rocked against him, forced his head onto his brother's shoulder and Elrohir gave in, knowing the close contact would comfort Elladan. He also continued to whisper soothingly. "You will still have Ada and Glorfindel, Arwen and Erestor. You will grieve for me for some time, but the pain will fade. Ada recovered after Elros died and you are just as strong as he is."
Elladan suddenly shook his head fiercely. "Nay, I am nothing like Ada!" He leaned back and made eye-contact with his twin. "I know Ada and Elros were close, but not as close as we are, for I won't survive losing you. You have to stay with me, Elrohir!"
"I cannot," whispered Elrohir softly. "I know you do not understand, but trust me; this is for the best."
"How can it be for the best?" Aggravated, Elladan pushed Elrohir away. Glaring at his twin, he sneered, "You do not love me!"
The words caused Elrohir immense agony. Aiya, Elladan, I love you too much!
Elladan missed the pained expression on his twin's face and continued to rave. "Why won't you fight? Why won't you tell me what is ailing you?" When Elrohir remained quiet, he sobered slightly, trying to suppress the insane rage that threatened to consume him. He went down on his knees again and this time he gathered his brother's icy cold hands in his. "Don't you know that I will follow you into the Halls of Waiting? That I will challenge Mandos to either release your soul into my care so I can take you back to Arda, or to allow me to stay at your side for all eternity?"
Elrohir's eyes widened in shock. "Nay, Elladan, don't ever follow me! You have to stay and support Ada when I fade!" Elladan couldn't be serious!
Elladan sadly shook his head. "We share a bond so strong that it pulls me to your side wherever you are, gwanunig. I cannot let you go! Never!"
"You must let me go when my time comes," said Elrohir pleadingly. "I do not want you to forfeit your life because I chose this fate."
"How can you choose to fade?" Once more panicking, Elladan jumped to his feet and headed for the doorway. He needed to distance himself from his twin before he said or did things he may regret later. He couldn't let his impulsiveness get the better of him! "I would let you fade! I won't allow it!" Fleeing the room -- and his twin's presence -- he slammed the door shut hard behind him.
The loud bang startled Elrohir and he stared at the door in disbelief. Why did Elladan's violent reaction surprise him? He chided himself. He should have known that Elladan would throw a tantrum. It was his brother's way of dealing with unpleasant events. "You will just have to accept it," he whispered saddened.
"Nay, Elrohir, I won't allow it. I will keep you here!" Despair overwhelmed Elladan as he stepped into his father's study, wishing Elrond were here to take charge.
Suddenly his frantic movements slowed, and when he sat down behind Elrond's desk a determined expression crept onto his face. A strange calm came over him, as he closed his eyes and focused inward. His father would know how to stop Elrohir, how to make his younger twin open up. All he had to do was to tell his father that he should hurry back home. But sending a messenger to Mirkwood took too long. He wanted a solution to his problem right now!
Focusing inward, he did something he had never attempted before; he gathered his strength and tried to reach out to his father, who had probably reached Mirkwood by now. But was he strong enough? He lacked the experience, never having farspoken with anyone before. Would Elrond hear him? Answer him?
Ada, please, I need you. Elrohir needs you. Please tell me you hear my plea!
But no answer came forth and it made him try harder. Ada, please! Please hear me! The panic returned, as he didn't know what to do if he failed to reach his father. I cannot deal with this alone and I do not want to lose Elrohir. He is growing weaker, Ada! Like Nana he is fading and we must stop him!
For one brief moment he felt his father's presence in his mind, but a wall of darkness seemed to rise between them, stopping him from fully contacting his father. Desperately, he clawed at the armrest, making one more attempt to reach Elrond. Ada, please!
But his father didn't answer him. The silence and darkness remained, driving him to utter despair. Exhausted, his eyes opened and he stared at his hands, resting idly in his lap. I failed you, Elrohir. I cannot reach Ada.
The effort to reach Elrond had drained him and he slumped forward until his upper body rested on the desk. I failed you... I will lose you... Aiya, we will both fade, then. His eyes closed in fatigue as a soothing sleep claimed him.
"My Lord?" Haldir instinctively reached for Celeborn when the elder Elf unexpectedly swayed on his feet. They were inspecting the patrol that would shortly leave to check their borders when Celeborn simply collapsed into his arms. Several Galadhrim stepped forward, eager to help their Lord, but Haldir waved them away. "He needs air to breathe. Don't crowd him."
The sentries stepped back, eyeing Celeborn worried. They hesitated when Haldir ordered them to leave as scheduled; they preferred to stay with their Lord, but they eventually obeyed their march warden.
"My Lord? My Lord Celeborn?" Haldir had wrapped his arms around Celeborn when the elder Elf had fainted and they now gently cradled him whilst the silver-haired Elf lay on a bed of soft moss and grass. He kept his eyes trained on Celeborn's, hoping to see awareness return to those heaven-blue eyes. "Must I fetch the Lady Galadriel?"
Celeborn struggled back to awareness through a dark haze of despair. "Elladan..."
Haldir raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Is something wrong with Elladan?" Throughout the centuries, the twins and Arwen had often visited Lothlorien and he knew that Celeborn had a soft spot for the twins, as much as Galadriel had for Arwen.
Celeborn, suddenly growing aware of the fact that he was in his guardian's arms, made eye contact with Haldir. "Something is terribly wrong. Elladan's despair was overwhelming. He was calling out for Elrond, but... I did not receive all of his thoughts. The little I could gather was that Elrohir was fading."
"Fading, my Lord?" Haldir's eyes widened. "But he is so young and..." His voice trailed off, not knowing how to comfort Celeborn. In the end, he settled for helping Celeborn back to his feet.
Celeborn sighed deeply. "I must go to Imladris." He would contact his wife and inform Galadriel of what he had learned once they were on their way. "Haldir, assemble an escort. I am leaving at once."
"I will accompany you personally," said Haldir determinedly. He would ensure Celeborn's safety.
A hesitant expression appeared in Celeborn's ancient eyes, but in the end he nodded once. "Make haste then, for I want to leave now."
Haldir hurried away to do Celeborn's bidding, and as his back was turned to the elder Elf, he completely missed the look of longing in Celeborn's misty eyes.
Beta read by Niamh, thanks! All remaining mistakes are mine!
Elrond's eyelids weakly fluttered and then opened. Disorientated, the half-Elf took in his surroundings and then remembered what had happened. Thranduil had taken care of him after those horrible spiders had attacked, rendering him helpless.
Thranduil... The Ruler of Mirkwood was apparently asleep in the comfortable chair beneath the window, basking in radiant sunlight. Suddenly Glorfindel's voice demanded his attention as his new lover said his name.
"Elrond?" Glorfindel left his chair and hurried to Elrond's side. Sitting down, he gave the half-Elf an adoring smile. "How do you fare? You have been asleep for quit some hours."
Elrond experimentally shifted on the bed and felt relieved when his body cooperated. With Glorfindel's help, he managed to sit upright and he smiled warmly when the blond moved some pillows behind his back before lowing him back onto the soft fabric. Although he still felt weak, he also felt better. Recalling Glorfindel's question, he said, "I can move again and my speech is no longer impaired. I am doing better, meleth-nîn. (My love.)" It pleased him that he could form whole sentences again.
At hearing the good news, Glorfindel leaned in closer and pressed a chaste kiss onto the half-Elf's lips.
The Elda's action surprised Elrond, but he welcomed Glorfindel's affectionate gesture wholeheartedly. Smiling into the kiss, he raised a hand and rested it at the back of Glorfindel's neck. The kiss was long and unrushed, but when Elrond heard a pleased chuckle, he broke off the kiss and looked behind Glorfindel, recognizing his chief advisor. "Erestor."
Leaving his chair, Erestor made his way over to the half-Elf's bed and bowed elegantly. "It looks like Thranduil's salve works. Several hours ago you were completely paralyzed and now you are sitting up and talking again." He felt somewhat hesitant when it came down to updating Elrond, uncertain how the half-Elf would react to learning about the binding.
Elrond signaled for Glorfindel to move closer, and after gathering his lover's hand in his, he nodded and addressed his chief advisor. "Remind me to ask Thranduil about the ingredients. This salve has incredible healing qualities." Maybe he could even use it to cure other ailments.
Feeling contented, Elrond sighed softly, watching the two Elves. Glorfindel was beaming with happiness now that he was conscious again and recovering from the poison, but something in Erestor's expression made him frown. "You stopped farspeaking with me, why?" The last thing Erestor had told him was that Thranduil was greatly suffering because of the Shadow. His advisor had also been hopeful that an alliance could be formed. But as he glanced at Thranduil, he wondered if he wasn't too late to save the Sindarin Elf.
Erestor straightened his shoulders, realizing he had to get this over with now. "We were busy fighting the Shadow, Elrond."
"Must we talk about this now?" interjected Glorfindel. "You are still healing and you need the rest."
But Elrond shook his head. "I need to know what to expect when Thranduil wakes up. Erestor, tell me what has happened since we spoke last."
Erestor swallowed nervously. "Thranduil and I never got to discuss the alliance, as the Shadow grew stronger. One night I felt him slipping away from me and I..." His voice faded, wondering how to tell Elrond.
Glorfindel beat him to it. "Erestor bonded with Thranduil."
Erestor shot the blond a venomous look. He had hoped to tell Elrond in a more diplomatic way!
"You did what?" Elrond's eyes had widened and his gaze returned to the sleeping Sindarin Elf once more.
"It was the only way to keep him on Arda. His fëa (soul) was already on its way to the Halls of Waiting." Erestor cleared his throat -- his nervousness mounting. "You told me, by any means necessary, Elrond."
Elrond's eyes narrowed, realizing he was being manipulated. "Erestor, I didn't say that you should bind yourself to him! That was our last resort."
"I didn't have a choice," replied Erestor calmly. "He needed me to be his strength. Maybe if you had arrived earlier Vilya would have sustained him, but I couldn't allow him to die that night."
"What is done is done," said Elrond in a serious tone. "I don't have to ask you if you understand the consequences of this deed. I am sure you do."
Erestor nodded his head once. "I won't be able to leave his side until he has fully recovered."
"And you won't be able to take a lover until the day Thranduil dies. A bond formed under such grave circumstances is strong. Even if he makes a full recovery, the two of you will always be connected." This was a lot to digest and Elrond wondered if Erestor would pay for his noble deed for the rest of his life. "I hope Thranduil will act kindly toward you." Being bound to the Woodland King might bring Erestor great loneliness and pain.
Glorfindel noticed the distraught expression in Erestor's eyes and reacted to it by addressing Elrond. "Thranduil approved when Erestor called him melamin—"
"What?" Elrond unceremoniously interrupted the blond. His eyes searched Erestor, and his head reeled with the new information. "Why did you call him that?"
"Because I am falling in love with him." Erestor was beginning to feel drained. The nights' battles had taken their toll on him and being interrogated by the Lord of Imladris wasn't helping.
"This is too much information," whispered Elrond fatigued. He was about to suggest to carry on this conversation later when someone knocked on the door.
Now that Thranduil was asleep, Erestor took it upon himself to answer. "Enter."
A moment later, Lindir entered, carrying a tray filled with food, water and hot tea. Behind him a second Elf entered the room.
Erestor arched an eyebrow, having never seen this particular Elf before. Judging by the Elf's appearance, he was a warrior. The silver-haired Elf wore green armor, which was decorated with golden and green leaves. His long, silver hair had been braided in warrior's plaits, but a few wayward locks made it down his back, teasingly brushing his hip. A sword was girded around his waist and he carried hunting knives on his back.
Lindir, sensing the tension, decided to break the silence by introducing the Elf that had joined him. "My Lords? May I introduce Belldoron, the King's seneschal."
All three Imladris Elves inclined their heads in respectful greeting. Erestor continued to study the seneschal, wondering why he hadn't seen the Elf before. "I am Erestor, chief advisor to Lord Elrond," he paused to point out the half-Elf to Belldoron. "And this is Lord Glorfindel, his trusted seneschal."
Belldoron caught Erestor's puzzled expression. "Forgive me for not welcoming you to our realm sooner, but the Spiders, Orcs and other vermin originating from Dol Guldur have kept me busy. Especially now that I cannot count on Prince Legolas to help me fight the monsters." Bowing in return, he studied Erestor. His spies had told him about the Noldorin Elf that had gotten close to his King.
Glorfindel's gaze darkened. "I took out three of those spiders. I offered your King my sword arm before and now I do it again. I will gladly fight alongside you to take out those monsters."
"I thank you for your offer," said Belldoron calmly as his gaze shifted to Thranduil. It amazed him that his King could sleep whilst they were carrying on a conversation. His eyes narrowed, locating the alien ring on his sovereign's finger. The last time he had seen Thranduil, his King hadn't been wearing any jewelry. "I would like to speak with my King."
Erestor moved to Thranduil's side and rested a hand on the Sindarin Elf's shoulder. "I am sure Thranduil will want to talk to you as well, but this is the first peaceful sleep he has had since I arrived. I would hate to wake him now."
Belldoron wondered about the Imladris' party. He didn't sense any evil intent and was inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt. To wait a few more hours wouldn't make much of a difference. "I will trust your judgment then." In the meantime he would talk to the servants, healers and his spies, hoping to learn more of the strangers. "I would ask of you to contact me when the King wakes up."
"I will contact you," promised Erestor. "Maybe we should leave the injured to their rest and take our leave now."
Belldoron understood the hint. "I will wait for your message." After inclining his head, he marched out of the room.
Erestor sighed relieved. He hadn't been sure how Belldoron would react to being asked to leave the room. "I will deal with that one," he said, addressing Elrond, whose eyes were about to close again. "I will take Thranduil back to his rooms. He will rest more comfortably there." Pushing his hands beneath the Sindarin Elf's knees and back, he easily lifted the underweight Elf. "He needs to start eating again." Finding that Lindir had set the tray next to Elrond on the bed, he said, "Would you bring some food to Thranduil's rooms as well? I want him to eat once he wakes up."
Lindir nodded and left for the kitchens.
Glorfindel and Elrond exchanged a look, eager to have some privacy as well. "We will talk later," said the half-Elf eventually.
"Aye, we will." Carrying Thranduil out of the room, Erestor's worries increased, fully realizing how fragile the Sindarin Elf was. He weighs nothing. His first priority was to make sure Thranduil gained weight and grew stronger.
When Erestor had vanished from view Elrond turned toward Glorfindel. "I am displeased with the fact that he bonded with Thranduil."
Glorfindel shrugged. "I share your concern, but Erestor is capable of making his own decisions."
"I hope you are right and that Erestor knows what he is doing. I do not want to see him hurt and Thranduil can be spiteful and arrogant at times."
A thoughtful expression appeared in Glorfindel's eyes. "Erestor said Thranduil had changed. I can understand that the Shadow -- the suffering -- would cause a change in Thranduil. He did care for you, curing your paralysis. Without Thranduil's expertise you might have suffered permanent damage. That venom is rather potent."
"I will give Thranduil a fair chance, but if he hurts Erestor, we will take action. Erestor is a good friend and he has acted selflessly by binding himself to Thranduil. I won't see him suffer because of that," said Elrond protectively. "I won't see him hurt!"
Glorfindel reassuringly squeezed the half-Elf's hand. "I am on your side, melme. (Love.) You don't have to convince me. We will watch over Erestor and keep a close eye on Thranduil, agreed?"
Elrond nodded his consent, stubbornly staring at Glorfindel. When he had told Erestor 'by any means necessary' he hadn't thought it would lead to this.
Erestor gently placed his charge on the bed, and after stripping Thranduil and himself, he stretched out next to the Sindarin Elf, wrapping his arms around him. Although it was midday, he decided to try to nap as well. He hoped that Thranduil's peaceful sleep would continue for many more hours. The weakened Elf needed all the rest he could get.
Watching Thranduil sleep, Erestor lost himself in the vacant, emerald eyes. Even in this deteriorated state the Ruler of Mirkwood looked beautiful to him. It was the eyes and high cheekbones, he decided eventually. And the way Thranduil snuggled up to him. "The Valar may help me, but I am falling in love with you, melamin. I do not know what the future will bring – if we will be happy or not. You might even reject me once you have recovered. But I have to take that risk. I cannot let you fade."
He closed his hand over Thranduil's, thoughtfully rubbing the stone that was the heart of Vilya. Please make him strong again and protect him from the Shadow. For one moment it seemed like Vilya sparkled brightly, but that might have been his imagination.
"Oh, sweet Elbereth, I never meant to fall in love with him." But it had happened and now he had to find a way to deal with it.
Haldir grew worried, seeing the deep frown and sincere concern in Celeborn's eyes. He was still recovering from the scare Celeborn had given him when the silver-haired Elf had collapsed into his arms. The Lord of the Golden Wood had never fainted before and Haldir worried for the elder Elf's well-being.
During all the time that he had served Celeborn -- several millennia -- he had started to care for the strong and silent Sindarin Elf who ruled the Galadhrim so kindly. He had seen Celeborn and Galadriel's happiness whenever they were close and at times he felt envious of his Lady.
For decades he had managed to hide his love for Celeborn and he knew it had to remain hidden as his beloved was married to the Lady of the Golden Wood. His brothers had warned him that he was setting himself up for heartbreak, but his feelings were not easily controlled. He consoled himself with the fact that -- except for his brothers -- no one knew about the love he bore Celeborn.
When Celeborn had fallen into his arms, his heart had sped up at the close and intimate contact. He had touched Celeborn before, usually when they had greeted one another or during training sessions the Lord had ordered and led, but he had never held the Sindarin Elf in his arms before and now that the elder Elf had left them, they felt empty.
Haldir forced himself to stop his musings, which would lead to nothing, except distract him from his task. He was the leader of Celeborn's escort and it was his task to make sure the elder Elf reached Imladris safely.
Celeborn, riding next to him, seemed pre-occupied and lost in thought. Haldir wanted to ask him about the twins, but didn't want to disturb the Lord of the Golden Wood, so he waited patiently, hoping Celeborn would address him instead.
Celeborn sensed Haldir's curiosity and concern, and reacted to it. "I told my wife what happened and she shares my worries."
Now that Celeborn had addressed the matter, Haldir felt comfortable enough to comment on it. "Elladan must have been in an emotional turmoil for his thoughts to affect you in such a way."
"Elrohir and Elladan are twins, Haldir. You should know how close brothers are. Now imagine Rumil, Orophin and you being triplets, possessing an even stronger bond that the one you already have."
Haldir nodded in understanding. The bond that he shared with his brothers was intense and he could imagine Elladan's terror very well. "Do you have any idea why Elrohir is fading?" The younger twin had always stuck him as the more sensitive one. The twins had often visited Lothlorien and as Elflings they had created mayhem in the Golden Wood. Well, Elladan had, to be more exact. Elrohir had always been the one trying to keep Elladan safe.
"Nay, I do not know why. Elladan's thoughts were too chaotic and his emotions too fierce. They literally knocked me off my feet." He had picked up on Elladan's cry for help accidentally, realizing that the elder twin was trying to reach Elrond instead. But for some reason Elrond hadn't answered. Being close to the twins as well, he had picked up on them.
Celeborn sighed fatigued, relieved to have Haldir at his side. Haldir was his most devoted guardian and he trusted the younger Elf completely. Haldir would support him and do what was necessary to keep Elrohir from fading. "I am glad you decided to lead my escort," he offered somewhat shyly. He had been attracted to Haldir for decades now, but he loved Galadriel too much to explore his feelings for the march warden. But then again, his instincts told him that Galadriel would leave for Valinor should the quest to destroy the One Ring be successful, and he had decided long ago not to leave for the Undying Lands. He heart was bound to Middle Earth.
Haldir saw the distressed expression in Celeborn's eyes and wanted to comfort his Lord, but knew his hands were tied. He could only offer comfort in words, not in body, even though he desperately wanted to take away the elder Elf's suffering.
"It cannot be easy for you to leave your brothers behind in Lothlorien," said Celeborn absentmindedly. Elladan's anguish still echoed in his mind and he needed to distract himself.
"I already long to be reunited with them," admitted Haldir with a deep sigh, "but my place is at your side." He glanced proudly at Celeborn. The shy smile that surfaced on the elder Elf's face made his heart beat faster. At times, he wondered if Celeborn felt the attraction as well. But then again, Celeborn already had a mate and Galadriel loved her husband dearly.
Celeborn averted his eyes, unwilling for Haldir to see the affection in them.
Elrohir had postponed returning to their rooms as long as possible, not wanting to evoke another emotional confrontation. He shuffled into their chambers, instinctively knowing Elladan had heard him enter.
Finding Elladan curled up on his bed Elrohir's heart twitched violently. Elladan would at times sleep in his bed, but never without him. Had his twin felt that lonely? Aiya, was Elladan really trembling?
And then the soft sobs reached him. Elladan's crying! He wrung his hands, wondering what to do. The fact that his twin was in such agony nagged at him, and in the end, he shuffled toward his bed, sitting down on the side.
"G-go... a-way..." Elladan tensed, folded his arms tightly around his waist and closed his eyes. He had heard Elrohir enter and didn't know what to do. The pain he felt was impossible to contain and needed a way out. "You... w-will... l-leave... me... at any r-rate... You d-don't... l-love... m-me enough t-to stay!"
Elrohir bowed his head in defeat. "You are wrong. I do love you, gweniaur. (older twin.)" For one moment his hand remained poised in the air, hovering above Elladan's shoulders, but then he rested it on his brother's neck, gently rubbing it. "Please don't ever doubt that I love you, Elladan, I do."
Elrohir's words penetrated Elladan's confused thoughts and he slowly turned onto his other side until he was face to face with his younger twin.
A lump of fierce emotions settled in Elrohir's throat, seeing Elladan wipe away hot tears with his sleeve. For one moment Elladan seemed an Elfling again. An Elfling who had just lost his mother and was now hurting so deep inside that no one could soothe him. No one except his twin.
"Oh, gwanunig, (twin brother.) come here. Let me hold you." Throwing caution to the wind, he pulled Elladan close and wrapped his arms around his twin. He soothingly rubbed Elladan's back and allowed for his brother to release some last strangled sobs against his shoulder. "You are the other half of my soul, Elladan, and you know that. I will never stop loving you. You are my twin."
Elladan slowly composed himself, wiped away those last tears and then pulled back slightly so he could look his twin in the eyes and realized Elrohir was speaking the truth. Now that he bothered to look closely, he saw love and affection stare back at him. "Then... why? I don't... understand?"
Elrohir drew in a deep breath, telling himself he had to be strong for his brother's sake. "I am doing this because it is in your best interest."
"How can it be in my best interest?" Elladan's voice had grown louder with every word and he now glowered at his twin.
"I cannot elaborate. You will have to trust me." Elrohir pleadingly looked at his brother. "You do trust me, don't you?"
"Elbereth help me, but I trust you," whispered Elladan breathlessly. "But I don't want to lose you."
"You have to trust me," repeated Elrohir, who now lay down next to his brother. His arms were still folded around Elladan and gentle warmth spread throughout his body now that he was so close to the one he loved. "I love you. I really do."
Elladan let Elrohir's words soothe him and he allowed himself to enjoy his brother's embrace. He tried hard not to think of the fact that Elrohir would fade within the year and that he would be alone. Truly alone. For then his mother and his twin would have both left him. Aye, his father, Glorfindel and Erestor would still be there, but it was Elrohir who he wanted and needed most. Burying himself against his twin's chest, he tried to savor the moment and push all distressing thoughts deeper into his mind.
Thranduil blinked once, waking up from a restful sleep. By the Grace of the Valar, he couldn't remember the last time he had slept that peacefully! Growing aware of the pliant and warm body beside him, he lovingly searched Erestor's face. The raven-haired Elf was asleep, his eyes open and lips slightly parted.
Erestor was an enigma to Thranduil. The advisor had made him rethink his views on the Noldor and now he had even bonded with one. Aye, by accident, but he didn't mind being bonded to Erestor, which was strange to say the least.
His fingers tenderly trailed through the long, dark tresses, which made him realize that he loved seeing the raven mane loose. Vilya caught his attention and he stared at the ring in wonder. Elrond had actually traveled to Mirkwood to aid him. What was Arda coming to now that he couldn't even trust his enemies to be his enemies?
But Vilya's presence was helping. During his sleep the whispering voice had been absent and the Shadow hadn't weighed that heavily on his mind. He had still felt its presence, but it hadn't hurt him.
He brushed his lips against Erestor's brow. I don't know why you saved me, but I feel grateful that you did. In time, I will repay you.
Suddenly he fully realized that they were mated now. Bound, until one of them died. It was the first time he had truly bonded with someone. Not even his dear wife had taken that step. When he concentrated, he could actually feel Erestor's presence in his mind. And it felt soothing, comforting.
I am in love with you too, Noldorin Elf. He chuckled privately, careful not to make any noise, knowing Erestor needed his rest after all these nightmarish nights. Just when he had thought that the evil would claim him, Erestor had appeared. I owe you my life, nîn-cuil. (My hero.)
Erestor moved closer to him. The raven-haired Elf had probably picked up on his emotions and was now reacting to them. Thranduil tightened the hold he had on Erestor and held him close, soothingly rubbing circles onto the other's back.
Should I ever regain my strength -- and for some reason that seems more likely than fading right now -- I will make things up to you. You sacrificed yourself by binding yourself to me when you didn't have to. I will make sure you won't regret reaching out to me.
Thranduil smiled lovingly into the dark strands that tickled his face. "Im mela lle, nîn-cuil. (I love you, my hero.)
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Even hours later, Thranduil was still mesmerized by his new mate. He was content watching Erestor sleep, but on the other hand, he also felt eager for the dark-haired beauty to wake up. His fingers combed tenderly through the long, dark mane, exploring the texture, as he rubbed the silk-like strands between his fingertips. "So beautiful," he whispered appreciatively.
He held his breath involuntarily when Erestor moved against him. The advisor's arms snaked around his waist, returning the embrace. The gesture warmed Thranduil's heart and he moved close enough for his lips to brush Erestor's brow. When did I fall for you, Erestor? I have only felt this way once before and that was when I married my wife. I don't want to let you go ever again.
Pressing a passionate kiss onto Erestor's brow, he smiled warmly. "My beautiful Noldo." He had never thought he would find a Noldorin Elf magnificent, but Erestor was all that -- and more! "We will beat the Shadow together," he vowed fiercely. "Don't ever leave my side, nîn-cuil." (My hero.) Now that he had lost his heart to the cunning advisor, he was even more determined to make sure that his savior didn't leave him in the end. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, nîn-cuil.
"I beg your forgiveness," said Lindir, as he hesitantly stepped into the King's private chambers. "Lord Erestor asked me to make sure food was available to you at all times." After Thranduil had nodded his approval, Lindir made his way over to the bed where he sat down the tray.
With slight disapproval in his eyes Lindir stared at the untouched food on the tray, which he had brought after Erestor had carried Thranduil here. "Is there another way I can be of service?"
Thranduil considered the question. "How does Elrond fair?" He should check on the half-Elf, but he was way too comfortable in his bed with this warm and pliant body pressed against his.
"I visited with Lord Elrond before coming here, anticipating that question," said Lindir smugly. "I am pleased to inform you that Lord Elrond was sound asleep, cautiously guarded by Lord Glorfindel."
"Good," mumbled Thranduil absentmindedly. "You have permission to leave then." But Lindir remained, shuffling his feet. Curious, Thranduil raised an eyebrow. "Is there something else you wish to mention?"
"Actually there is." Lindir moistened his lips. "Your seneschal, Belldoron, would like a word with you."
"Ah, he returned from the borders then?" Thranduil eagerly nodded his head, but then stilled his body, unwilling to accidentally wake Erestor. "Is he near?"
Belldoron, who had been listening at the doorway, stepped into the room and bowed respectfully. "I am here, sire."
Thranduil nodded at Lindir, and the white-haired Elf left the room. Concentrating on his seneschal, he felt relieved to see the calm expression in the other Elf's eyes. "This could be considered a rather compromising situation." He wasn't sure how Belldoron would react to seeing a Noldorin Elf sharing his bed.
Nodding his head once, Belldoron stared deeply into his King's green eyes. When he had left the talan weeks ago, Thranduil's emerald eyes had been haunted. The ghosts and Shadow seemed to have lifted now, for which he felt grateful. "Sire? I have some questions. Are you agreeable to answer them?"
Thranduil nodded. "Sit down, Belldoron, but don't make any noise. I don't want this one to wake up." His gaze came to rest on Erestor and he smiled indulgently. "He hasn't slept properly these last few nights."
Belldoron took in the scene in front of him with a questioning look. "One of my questions concerns this one. How did a Noldorin Elf find a way into your heart?" Thranduil's concern and affection for Erestor were there to see for everyone who cared to look.
Thranduil realized that his seneschal needed to know the truth. Belldoron had been his confidant for many centuries and he trusted him completely. "During your absence the Shadow grew stronger in my mind. It tormented me at night."
Belldoron nodded, taking in his Ruler's appearance. Thranduil was a mere shell of the person he had been before Dol Guldur had awakened.
"Then Erestor arrived. Elrond ordered him to negotiate an alliance between us."
"Imladris is prepared to aid us?" Belldoron frowned. This was rather unexpected news.
"The alliance was Elrond's idea. I don't know why I rejected the proposal at first. I mustn't have been thinking clearly, for Mirkwood would greatly benefit from such an alliance. It must have been the Shadow's influence." Thranduil frowned when Erestor moved in his arms, groaning pitifully. He tried to soothe the raven-haired Elf and his lover calmed slightly. "Erestor cornered me -- with my son's assistance, I should add. Before I knew it, he guarded my dreams at night. In the end, he bonded with me to keep me from fading. Without his life energy I would be dead."
"He bound himself to you?" Belldoron coughed, trying to hide his disapproval at learning that news.
"Aye, he did." Thranduil's gaze traveled from Belldoron to Erestor when the advisor began to struggle against the embrace he was in. "He saved my life, meldir. We are indebted to him."
"And what about Elrond? Is he to be allowed to roam the talan and the rest of Mirkwood if he desires so?"
"Aye, he is." Thranduil made once more eye-contact with his seneschal. "Do you see this ring?" He waited for Belldoron's eyes to settle on the ring at his finger and then added, "This is Vilya, one of the three rings of power. Elrond brought it here to strengthen me. Such a gesture demands faith, trust even. Elrond and Glorfindel are my honored guests and they will be treated as such."
"I understand, sire." Belldoron's gaze was now trained on Erestor. "You might want to wake him. I can smell the nightmares on him."
Acting at once, Thranduil took hold of Erestor's shoulders and shook him slightly. A distressing thought moved through his mind. What if the Shadow now direct its attacks at him? He hoped it wasn't so, and that his dark-haired Noldo was having a regular nightmare, which had nothing to do with the evil that lurked in Dol Guldur.
"Wake up, Erestor," whispered Thranduil in a pervasive tone. Opting for another approach -- now that the advisor wasn't waking up -- he pressed his lips against Erestor's, bestowing a passionate kiss onto the soft flesh. "Wake up, nîn-cuil."
Thranduil was so focused on Erestor that he missed the unreadable expression that passed over Belldoron's features.
Erestor groaned, and reacted instinctively, trying to reclaim the lips that had just left his.
Thranduil gave Belldoron a meaningful look. "I trust I answered your most urgent questions?"
"You did." Realizing his King wanted his privacy, Belldoron rose from his chair. Thranduil was once more looking at the Noldo and missed seeing the disapproval -- loathing even -- that crossed his seneschal's features.
Thranduil heard the door click shut and then allowed Erestor to find his lips. His lover's lips parted, and he slid his tongue inside, exploring. As he had been studying Erestor's eyes, he caught the exact moment when awareness returned to the dark orbs.
Thranduil's tongue was doing incredibly things to his, making him squirm. The fact that they were both naked made it even harder for him to compose himself when Thranduil released his lips, leaving him breathless. Panting slightly, he stared into naughty, twinkling eyes. Thranduil seemed very much awake... and interested in him, judging by the erection that pressed against his stomach. Well, I only have myself to blame for this as I stripped both of us before going to bed.
"I..." Erestor desperately tried to think of something to say, but his vocal chords didn't co-operate. Thranduil's coy smile took him by surprise. The Sinda seemed extremely pleased to have him in his bed! The blond's hand smoothed back wayward black strands of hair and he found himself leaning into the touch, craving it. In his mind, he felt an echo of Thranduil's feelings. It still surprised him that the other Elf was beginning to love him.
"You are right, you know. I like having you in my bed. That's where you belong." Thranduil felt unburdened and light-hearted now that the Shadow was leaving him alone and his fingertips curiously explored his lover's body.
Erestor swallowed nervously when one of Thranduil's hands settled on his backside whilst the other fondled his semi-erect member. "What are you doing to me?" Breathlessly, he stared at the Sindarin Elf.
"I want to show my love for you."
Erestor gulped. "When did it become love?"
Thranduil lovingly stared into his lover's brown eyes and noted that the pupils were dilated now. "You want this as well. Do not deny it, nîn-cuil."
"What did you call me?" Erestor's eyes widened at hearing that endearment. He was about to press Thranduil for an explanation when the Sindarin Elf began to stroke his now engorged member, drawing soft mews from his lips. The King had done this before and it made him wonder about Thranduil's appetite for carnal pleasures. A finger gently massaged the guardian ring to his entrance and his irises darkened further, realizing Thranduil planned on making him come. "What about you?"
"Take me in your hand," whispered Thranduil seductively. "We can give each other pleasure."
Erestor's hand was somewhat shaky when his fingers curled around the hard flesh. Stroking experimentally, he saw Thranduil's eyes close with pleasure. The heat between them was building and it wasn't long until their tongues were dueling again, wrapped up in a passionate kiss.
Yelping softly, Erestor pushed down as Thranduil's finger entered him. He suckled the tip of his lover's tongue hard and was stunned when hot cream splashed onto his hand. For some reason he had expected Thranduil to last longer.
"Nîn-cuil, the things you do to me!" Thranduil had arched his back in release and now grinned impishly at his lover. "I will enjoy having you in my bed until the end of Arda."
Erestor realized his mistake when Thranduil pushed down the covers. The blond slid down his body, opened his mouth and... "Oh, melamin!" He called out in rapture, as an eager and -- very -- talented tongue wrapped itself around the slippery head of his erection, suckling gently. He bucked, instinctively trying to make his lover swallow more of him and to his surprise Thranduil complied.
"Ai... Thranduil... melme... what are you do—" He was forced to stop talking when Thranduil blew softly against the heated tip of his member. "Saes!" (Please!) He stared pleadingly at the blond, wishing Thranduil would take pity on him. When the Sinda moved between his parted legs, he instinctively lifted his hips, offering himself to Thranduil. What would his lover do next?
A hand slipped under his buttocks, quickly followed by a pillow that was pushed in place by Thranduil. Staring pleadingly, he whimpered as his lover began to finish what he had started. Eager lips and a delicious tongue brought him to the brink, and when Thranduil's finger brushed the hidden gland in his passage, he thrashed on the bed, finally finding release.
Quivering in orgasmic pleasure, he panted hard. He'd had lovers before, but making love had never felt this intense. I made a mistake in judgment, he realized, I assumed this was about sex, but it isn't. It is about love!
"You love me... You really, really love me." The realization was instant and complete. "I never thought..." He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as Thranduil placed a finger across his lips to silence him. The blond truly looked seductive at that moment and Erestor wiped away a droplet of ejaculate that clung to the Sinda's lip.
Staring at his lover, Erestor whispered, "It won't be long until you'll claim me." A possessive look had appeared in the emerald eyes and told him everything he needed to know.
Exhausted, Thranduil collapsed next to him and Erestor quickly gathered the Ruler of Mirkwood in his arms.
"You are right, nîn-cuil. I desperately want to claim you, but..." Thranduil paused, wondering how to phrase this.
"Don't shock me by telling me you want to take it slow!" said Erestor, mildly amused. He couldn't really believe that, considering Thranduil had taken the initiative for intimacy twice so far. Thranduil gave him a nervous smile, which made him wonder. "What is it?"
"I..." Thranduil bit his bottom lip and lowered his eyes. "Claiming you is my greatest desire, but the Shadow... Our problems..." Lost for words, he shrugged. "I don't feel strong enough in body and mind yet to fully pleasure you."
"Oh," whispered Erestor. He suddenly felt rather embarrassed for having pressured Thranduil. "I understand, melamin. Be assured that I can wait. There are other ways to pleasure each other, and you seem awfully talented at some of them. I thought you said that you had never had a male lover before?" He was supposed to be the experienced one, not Thranduil! But the Ruler of Mirkwood was too good at taking the lead and overwhelming him. Oh, I already know what will happen when you feel strong enough to take me. You will try to posses me completely. That was a surprisingly appealing thought. I hope you will recover quickly.
Lying spent in his lover's arms, Erestor relished the other Elf's closeness. He hoped things would work out for them, for he didn't want to lose this love that was growing between them.
"Elrohir?" Elladan shuffled onto the balcony. When he had woken a few moments ago, he had been startled to find his twin gone and he had panicked. For some reason he was deadly afraid that Elrohir would sneak out on him and leave Imladris. He truly couldn't envision a life without his brother. I don't want to think about what life will be like without him. Utterly empty.
Studying Elrohir's features, he caught the tears that were flowing down his twin's face. "I hate this. I don't want us to hurt -- to cry. Why won't you tell me why you are fading, gwenneth? (Younger brother.) Who are you pining for? How can anyone not love you? Or not want you? Help me understand."
After releasing a tormented sigh, Elrohir turned around to face him and Elladan held his breath. Had he really managed to change his brother's mind? "Gwanunig, (twin) tell me and I will try to mediate. I am sure that once your chosen one knows that you love her things will change for the better. Who is it?" The sad look that Elrohir gave him tore him apart. "Please tell me."
"I cannot tell you, Elladan. He and I can never be. Just accept that."
"He?" Elladan's eyes sparkled with new hope. "Who is 'he'?"
"I should never have let that one slip," said Elrohir in a self-berating tone. "Please forget I ever said that."
"So you are in love with a male," summarized Elladan smugly. "I wonder who it is. Glorfindel? Erestor? Lindir? One of the servants? A handsome Elf from Lothlorien? Is it because of your beloved's station or location that you think he doesn't return your love?" He was practically bouncing from excitement, convinced as he was that Elrohir would finally open up to him. "I am sure we can overcome any problems."
"Nay, we cannot," whispered Elrohir in a melancholy tone. "Elladan, this is something you cannot control -- cannot 'fix' for me. My love is unrequited and I will fade." For one moment his eyes darkened ominously. "I cannot stay in Imladris, gweniaur." (Older brother)
Elladan's heart missed a beat. His greatest fear was quickly becoming true! "Nay, you cannot leave Imladris! You cannot leave me!" He roughly grabbed his brother's shoulders and shook him. "I will track you down and drag you back home! Don't you dare leave!"
The emotionless expression on his younger brother's face startled Elladan. "I will track you down!" This meant he couldn't leave Elrohir alone ever again. He had to make sure his twin didn't get a chance to run away. "We will face this together like we faced everything together in the past. You are not going to spend your last months alone!"
Elladan calmed slowly, and noticed the calculating look in his brother's eyes. He had seen it before. "You are staying here with me. You might not let me help you convince your love to accept you, but I refuse to let you suffer alone!"
Brick by brick, a wall was erected between them and Elladan cringed, realizing it was driving them apart. Opening his arms, he hoped Elrohir would move into them. But his younger twin steeled his features and swept past him, disappearing inside, leaving him on the balcony with empty arms.
Elrohir fought the urge to release a keening wail and to throw himself into his brother's arms, but he couldn't. The longer he stayed close to Elladan, the longer his ordeal would last. His older brother sustained him because Elladan did love his twin. I need to put some distance between us. I have to let him go. That will make it easier for him when my soul travels to the Halls of Waiting.
Just being close to Elladan hurt. The fact that his brother was getting closer to finding out the truth, made him panic. What if Elladan realized he was pining for him? He couldn't put his brother through that. I have to leave Imladris. I don't want to, but I have no choice. I have to protect Elladan. I cannot take the risk that seeing me fade will trigger a similar response in him. I do not want him to perish with me.
Elrohir drew in a deep breath. He felt relieved now that he had made his decision. It wouldn't be easy though. Elladan would watch him now that his twin knew his intentions. He had to be patient and wait for the right opportunity to come along.
Haldir shot Celeborn a concerned look, as he unwillingly relived catching the Lord of the Golden Wood when the elder Elf had fainted. He hadn't realized it at the time -- he was too occupied to take good care of Celeborn -- but the mere thought of losing Celeborn made his heart ache painfully. Should he ever faint again, I vow to be there to catch him!
When Celeborn looked up and locked gazes with him, he smiled warmly. He had stopped trying to hide his affection ages ago. The Lord and Lady had taken him and his two brothers in after their parents had been killed, and although he was content to look upon the elder Elf as his surrogate father, he wished they could be much more.
At times, he wondered if Celeborn felt something for him as well. Occasionally, he caught the elder Elf's gaze and then it was filled with a longing similar to his. But the heavenly blue eyes would quickly break off contact and avoid his.
"We will arrive in Imladris early in the morning. Do you think Elladan is expecting us?"
Celeborn shook his head. "I doubt he even realizes he managed to reach me." Celeborn moved closer to the fire they had built. This would be their last stop before reaching Imladris and he had ordered his escort to eat, drink and rest for a short while.
Haldir, leaning back against the trunk of tree, felt entranced by the way the fire was reflected in Celeborn's eyes, which seemed indigo now that the fiery glow illuminated them. He hoped that the fire wouldn't attract any Orcs. He had advised against starting one, but Celeborn had declared that he didn't detect any evil in their vicinity and so Haldir had given in.
"I have tried to reach Elrond, but something is keeping me from making contact," continued Celeborn in a worried tone. "There is darkness between us which I never felt before. He might be injured, slipping into sleep or unconsciousness, but I haven't heard of any ill tidings."
"It would appear that he found trouble after leaving Imladris."
"I wonder why Elrond left in the first place."
Haldir nodded once. "Apparently things fell apart in Imladris during his absence. Hopefully you can sort this out. Elrohir is very young and a valiant warrior. It would grieve me to learn he succumbed to the Elven Sickness."
"We need to find out why he is suffering from grief in the first place." Celeborn sighed. "I lost my daughter to the Elven Sickness. I refuse to lose my grandson as well. If there is a way to keep him from fading I will find it."
"Do you think he is grieving for his mother?"
"Nay, Celebrían left decades ago. The Elven Sickness would have struck earlier if he were grieving for her." Celeborn frowned. "It might be unrequited love."
Haldir moved closer to the fire and sat down beside his Lord. He continued to ask him questions, knowing it might help Celeborn find out what was wrong with the younger twin. "Do you have any idea who Elrohir fancies?"
"I don't," sighed Celeborn distraught. "I will have to talk to him."
Haldir hesitantly raised a hand and then rested it on the elder Elf's shoulder. "I will do my best to help in whatever way possible."
"I know you will, Haldir."
Celeborn smiled saddened, as his thoughts drifted off to his own unrequited love. Haldir had always been beautiful to him, and charming in his very own way. He had overheard others, who claimed the march warden was rather distant and haughty, but he understood why Haldir made that impression on others. They hadn't seen the way Haldir had tried to defend his little brothers when he had first found them.
After their parents' deaths, Haldir had been left to protect his younger siblings. Only twelve years himself, the child had made a courageous effort to look after them. But he had failed, of course. No twelve years old child could take care of a baby and a four year old.
When his escort had come upon the three trembling Elflings, Haldir had raised a stick to defend his brothers, but an adult Elf was no match for the little one. Yet, Haldir had fought until Celeborn himself had stepped in there to take charge.
He fought all the others, but he yielded to me. Haldir had lowered his 'weapon' when his big, frightened eyes had caught sight of him. Shuffling his feet, the eldest of the three brothers had agreed that it would be better if a grown Elf looked after him and his brothers.
Celeborn had found himself with one baby in his arms, an Elfling on his shoulders and Haldir clinging to his right leg. Orophin and Rumil had prospered under Galadriel's and his guidance and Haldir had become the best of his warriors.
And now he was in love with said champion. Aiya, Haldir. Looking at the younger Elf at his side, he saw the love reflected in the hazel eyes and that sight made him swallow hard. I love you as well, but I am bound to my Lady.
Their love simply couldn't be.
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Elrond cleared his throat, feeling embarrassed for having to ask Glorfindel's help, but he couldn't postpone his trip to the bathroom any longer. His bladder wouldn't allow it. "Uhm? Glorfindel?" The blond Elda was seated on the chair next to his bed and now looked at him questioningly. "I need to visit the bathroom, but I am not sure I can cover the distance."
The understanding smile that surfaced on Glorfindel's face reassured Elrond that his lover realized how hard it was for him to ask for assistance. Both warriors, they disliked having to depend on someone. "Would you assist me in getting there?"
"But of course, melme." (Love.) Glorfindel got to his feet and began to push down the covers, revealing Elrond's naked body. He sniffed, and then grinned. "You could do with a bath as well."
Elrond suspected Glorfindel had made that comment to ease the growing tension and grinned in turn. "I am not opposed to you giving me a sponge bath, meleth-nîn." Seeing Glorfindel's puzzled expression, he added, "I would love a bath myself, but I still haven't regained full control over my body. You don't want me to drown in the bathtub, do you?"
"Of course I don't!" Glorfindel chuckled softly.
That chuckle and the definitely wicked expression in his lover's eyes alerted Elrond. It looked like Glorfindel might have a hidden agenda, but he decided not to push the matter. "The bathroom, melme."
Glorfindel wrapped his arms around his waist and helped him to his feet. Elrond stood on shaky legs, but didn't falter as he set his first steps. Elrond appreciated it that his lover wasn't trying to carry him to the bathroom. That would definitely have been embarrassing.
Slowly they made their way into the bathroom. Elrond blushed when he reached for his member, eager to relieve himself. His embarrassment increased when his fingers refused to properly wrap around his flaccid organ. Muttering curses in Dwarvish, he realized he wouldn't manage.
"I didn't know you could swear like that, melme," chuckled Glorfindel bemused. But then Elrond glowered at him and the Elda understood why his lover felt embarrassed. But he still couldn't stop chuckling. "Want me to hold it for you?" He grinned, when Elrond released another round of curses.
Elrond needed a moment to calm down and then nodded abruptly. "I had envisioned the circumstances much different when you would first touch me," he said, grinding his teeth in frustration.
Glorfindel rested his check against Elrond's, rubbing the skin until the half-Elf relaxed. "Kiss me."
Not expecting that request, he stared at Glorfindel in wonder. But when his lover's soft lips claimed his, he closed his eyes and gave in. Minute tremors coursed through his body when the blond wrapped his fingers around his member, helping him to relieve himself.
A soft sigh fled his lips and Elrond leaned heavily against his lover. "Diolle lle." (Thank you.) It meant a lot to him that Glorfindel remained at his side during his recovery.
Glorfindel guided his charge to the chair in the corner of the bathroom and sat Elrond down.
Elrond watched with interest as Glorfindel filled a bowl with water. The Elda then added oils to the tepid water and returned to his side, carrying the bowl and a wash cloth. Realizing his lover's intent, Elrond smiled and enjoyed the sensation of wet cloth moving over his body, removing the film of sweat that had formed there during his fever.
Maintaining eye contact with his seneschal, Elrond realized the mischievous glint was still present in his lover's blue eyes. "I am most fortunate to have you at my side, Glorfindel."
Glorfindel smiled and then concentrated on cleaning him up. Elrond's tense muscles began to loosen and he stared dotingly at the blond, who was now moving the wash cloth up and down his legs. During his lover's tender ministrations, Elrond felt the first stirring in his groin, telling him how much his body loved being touched in this matter. When the wash cloth circled around his nipples, cleaning his chest, his breathing began to quicken.
Glorfindel's amusement was written all over his handsome face and Elrond groaned pitifully as his groin tightened, making his member rise with interest. His lover had already washed his legs, arms, back and chest and now the wash cloth moved toward his groin. Elrond swallowed hard, as the somewhat coarse, wet fabric rubbed against the sensitive scrotum, making him even harder. "Melme, I do not think we should do this right now..." His voice trailed off in pleasure when the wet cloth moved up and down his hard flesh.
So this was what the Elda had been up to when he had seen the wicked expression in those blue eyes! Elrond stared at Glorfindel questioningly when the blond replaced the wash cloth with a hand, curling his fingers around his throbbing erection. "What...?" Elrond was unable to finish as unexpectedly hot lips closed over the head, teasing the slit. "Oh..." The pleasure was sudden and intense, and instinctively he rested one hand on Glorfindel's shoulder, whilst burying the other in the long, golden mane.
The blond's expert moves told him that Glorfindel had engaged in this sort of activity before. He gasped, when the Elda took in his length, taking him into his throat. The rhythm that Glorfindel set was fast and pushed him toward the edge. Urged on by his lover's bold and knowing ministrations, he used his hold on the blond's bobbing head to maintain the speed. Glorfindel seemed to understand and suckled even harder.
"Ai!" Whimpering in delight, he thrust into his lover's hot mouth, burying himself completely. Glorfindel took him, and allowed him to thrust a few more times. Realizing he was about to reach orgasm, he whispered, "A...bout... to... come... melme..." Even though the ecstasy was overwhelming he felt it was his duty to warn his lover, as he didn't know if Glorfindel wanted him to pull out before finding release.
But Glorfindel didn't move away; instead the blond increased the pressure and Elrond came shouting his lover's name. Entranced, he stared at Glorfindel, who swallowed every drop. "Oh, my..." Lost for words, his hands slid down until they cupped Glorfindel's face, forcing the blond to release him and look at him.
Droplets of white come dripped from the Elda's chin and Elrond tenderly wiped them away. "Im mela lle, melamin." (I love you, my lover.) Leaning in closer, he claimed the blond's lips in a passionate kiss, tasting himself on the red lips.
The kiss ended when Elrond pulled back, feeling weak in the pit of his stomach. "You are very talented, Glorfindel."
"I am glad you approve," said Glorfindel smugly. "I hope you are equally talented in these matters. Or do I have to teach you?"
"Oh, I think I can still teach you some things," said Elrond amused. "We are equally matched." Glorfindel, who was still on his knees in front of him, had never seemed more alluring. "We will explore this matter more elaborately once I am recovered, meleth-nîn." (My love.)
"I am already looking forward to that exploration," quipped Glorfindel happily.
Elrond wriggled an eyebrow. "I will make sure you will be most pleased. But you will have to be patient until then."
The wash cloth returned to clean him up again and Elrond laughed amused, but when he tried to rise from the chair, he found that his knees gave away underneath him. "You wore me out, melme." (Love.)
Glorfindel cocked his head, and gave him a look filled with mock guilt. "I shouldn't have done that then?" Oh, he already knew what Elrond's answer would be.
"Nay!" Elrond quickly wrapped his arms around the blond as they made their way back to the bed. "You did everything just right." He sat down on the bed and allowed Glorfindel to lift his feet and to tuck him in. "And you should definitely do it again some time."
Glorfindel burst out in approving laughter. "I knew you were going to say that."
Elrond studied his lover and realized their love life would be passionate – and exhausting!
Thranduil and Erestor had eaten breakfast, dressed, and were now on their way to visit with Elrond.
"You really cannot stop smirking, can you?" Thranduil shook his head in bemusement. Ever since they had left his private rooms, a silly grin seemed glued to the dark-haired Elf's face.
"I cannot help it," Erestor said apologetically. "It is knowing that you love me that makes me act in this way. When I accidentally bound myself to you I had no idea we would develop feelings for one another." And suddenly the grin disappeared, just like that.
The unexpected darkening of Erestor's eyes worried Thranduil, who didn't know what to make of the change. Acting instinctively, he rested a hand at the small of Erestor's back. "What is it, nîn-cuil? (My hero.) What troubles you? A moment ago you were grinning."
Erestor nervously cleared his throat. "You do want me to stay here with you in Mirkwood, don't you?" Although it was irrational to think otherwise, panic overwhelmed him momentarily, scared that Thranduil would tire of him and send him away.
Thranduil stopped walking and Erestor froze next to him. Standing face to face, he placed his hands on either side of his lover's head, making sure he had Erestor's undivided attention. "You will stay at my side until the day one of us dies." He paused to ponder something. "If you are to die first, know that I will follow shortly. You have become such an important part to me that I could not possibly survive without you. I feel you," he paused to point at his head, "here," his hand slid downward to rest upon his chest over his heart, "and here."
Deeply touched by Thranduil's words, Erestor blinked once, trying to dispel the tears building in his eyes. This was not the right time to cry! "Oh, melamin. I knew you loved me, but..." He'd had no idea just how much the Sinda loved him!
"It is normal for us to feel insecure, and emotionally we are in an uproar, but together we will find a way to deal with our feelings." He claimed Erestor's hand and guided it to his lips, where he bestowed a kiss onto its back. "You will always have a home with me, even if you decide to return to Imladris at one point. It would cause me great pain to let you go, but you should always follow your heart."
Erestor stared at Thranduil in disbelief. "You know something? I heard many tales about this King, arrogant and selfish, who ruled in Mirkwood, but I found him absent when I arrived here. Instead I found a kind and compassionate soul."
Thranduil's eyes sparkled with mirth and delight. "The rumors of my arrogance were greatly exaggerated, though I feel I must warn you. I have been known to throw some tantrums." But they had mostly happened when dealing with irritable foes. "You will stay then?"
"Elrond already told me I could stay if I desire so. Aye, I will stay." Erestor wasn't prepared to be nearly swept off his feet when Thranduil reached for him, folding arms around his waist and kissing him wildly. "My, you are eager," he said teasingly.
Thranduil chuckled, reluctantly releasing his lover and continuing their walk. He was relieved that he had received the answer he had wanted all along; Erestor would stay with him. "I must thank Elrond for taking Vilya to Mirkwood. Sauron's Shadow no longer burdens my soul and I feel free again."
"I am pleased to hear that. Maybe that will also mean you will begin eating again." His eyes darkened with worry. "You are much too skinny."
Thranduil felt relieved now that the shadows of doubt had left Erestor's brown eyes. For one moment he had worried that his lover had drawn the wrong conclusions. "You are right, nîn-cuil, I haven't been eating properly." He gathered his lover's hands in his and then knocked on the door, announcing their arrival to Elrond and Glorfindel.
Glorfindel's gaze fastened on the door. He had a good idea who was visiting them. When Erestor and Thranduil entered, the first thing he noticed was the fact that they were holding hands. It would seem that Elrond's worries were unfounded. The expression in Thranduil's eyes was tender and loving, and Vilya sparkled brilliantly at the Sinda's hand. Elrond had been right to come here and temporarily hand the ring of power over to the Woodland King. It was greatly aiding Thranduil's recovery. They appear happy.
Looking at Elrond, Glorfindel wriggled an eyebrow and the half-Elf smiled as well. Elrond had seen the way Thranduil and Erestor stood close to each other and his worries were lay to rest as well.
After clearing his throat, Elrond realized it was up to him to address Thranduil first. "You seem to fare better today, Thranduil."
The Sindarin Elf elegantly inclined his head in gratitude. "That is because Vilya is strengthening me. Without the ring I would still feel weak."
Elrond gracefully accepted Thranduil's gratitude. "I hope you will consider forming an alliance now that I showed my good will." He had to take advantage of the fact that Thranduil was this mellow.
"I already told Erestor that I am willing to take part in such an alliance."
"You did?" Erestor frowned. When he looked at the blond at his side, he realized Thranduil was slightly blushing. Ah, you didn't tell me and you don't want Elrond to know. He was willing to cover up for his lover. "That must have slipped my mind."
Thranduil coughed in an attempt to cover his white lie. "You must have been busy worrying about me."
Elrond watched the scene with growing amusement. "I must admit you surprise me, Thranduil." He frowned when the Sinda's green eyes narrowed.
"Living with Sauron's Shadow changed me, Elrond. I am no longer the Elf you knew." Thranduil drew in a deep breath, knowing he was about to make himself vulnerable with his next statement. "And Erestor has upended my life. For so many years I hated the Noldor, but Erestor changed my views of them." He shrugged once, trying to hide his growing nervousness. "The fact that you came here to aid me, made me realize how wrong I was in the past."
"I must admit that I am glad you did not follow up on your threat to end my life if I ever set foot on your lands," whispered Elrond thoughtfully.
Thranduil realized he was quickly forming a habit of coughing to make up for his embarrassment. "Maybe I was out of line to threaten you in that manner."
"Let us not dwell upon it," said Erestor, coming to the rescue.
Elrond nodded thankfully at his chief advisor. Though I wonder if you are still my councilor. I suspect you rallied over to Thranduil's side. And he couldn't really blame Erestor. By any means necessary. You succeeded in forming this alliance and this is the price I have to pay. But I will gladly pay it, if it means knowing this realm safe and you happy.
"Maybe we can meet for dinner and discuss the alliance?" suggested Glorfindel. All four of them needed time to sort out their feelings and thoughts.
"A splendid idea," commented Thranduil. "We will see you in the evening. I suggest you rest until then," he said, addressing Elrond. "Don't underestimate the power of that venom."
"Ah, now that you mentioned it, I would love to learn about the ingredients of that salve you used to cure my paralysis." Elrond gave Thranduil an apologetic look. "I am a healer and interested in exploring its healing abilities."
"I will make sure you get a list of ingredients and their quantities," promised Thranduil. Considering their conversation ended, he steered Erestor back toward the doorway. "I will send a servant to fetch you when dinner is ready."
"Diolle lle," said Elrond sincerely. "I am glad we managed to settle our differences, meldir." (Friend.)
Thranduil shot Elrond a curious look, hearing that last word. "You are most welcome here, mellon-nîn." (My friend.) A look of understanding passed between them and then Thranduil stepped into the corridor, pulling his lover with him. It had taken centuries for them to bury the hatchet, but Mirkwood and Imladris were finally on friendly terms.
"Ata'da?" Elladan's eyes widened, catching sight of Celeborn and his escort as the 'Lorien Elves entered the courtyard. Surprised, he hurried down the stairs. Celeborn's arrival was unexpected, but more than welcome. He hadn't known his grandfather was about to visit Imladris.
As he ran toward the party, he felt relieved now that Celeborn was here. He had hoped to contact his father when he had reached out, but Elrond hadn't replied. But now Celeborn was here and his grandfather could hopefully talk some sense into his twin.
"Ata'da!" Elladan called out and wrapped his arms around Celeborn's shoulders the moment the silver-haired Elf's feet had touched the ground.
Celeborn caught his grandson and braced himself, sensing the emotional turmoil Elladan was in. I did the right thing in coming here. Elladan needs me!
"The Valar must have sent you, ata'da." Elladan trustingly looked into his grandfather's eyes. "I hoped they would send help!"
"Help?" Celeborn exchanged a look with Haldir, briefly looking away from Elladan. "Take the horses to the stable and arrange for sleeping quarters."
"Ata'da, Elrohir and I are in charge. Ada, Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel and even Lindir are in Mirkwood. I will ask one of the servants to take care of your escort."
"I am perfectly capable of doing that as well," replied Haldir, catching the panic in Elladan's eyes. "Your grandfather is eager to talk to you and you should not postpone that conversation. I will take care of my men."
Elladan nodded, thankful that Haldir would see to his men's needs himself. But then the march warden's words fully registered. "What conversation?" Staring at Celeborn, he read understanding in the azure eyes. "You know?"
It was time to take charge and Celeborn guided Elladan into the Last Homely House, steering the half-Elf toward Elrond's study, where they could talk without being disturbed. He wanted to talk to Elladan before confronting Elrohir.
"When you tried to contact your father, you reached me instead." Celeborn saw the shock in Elladan's eyes and led the younger half-Elf to a chair, gently pushing him down.
Elladan shifted on the chair, growing hopeful. "You heard me?" He had thought his attempt to farspeak had been fruitless!
Celeborn seated himself behind Elrond's desk, for the simple reason that the half-Elf's chair was the most comfortable one in the room. He felt tired after traveling from 'Lorien to Imladris in only a few days and wanted to rest as comfortable as possible. "I did not receive the whole message so I need you to tell me what has happened to cause Elrohir to fade."
Sudden calm descended onto Elladan. Now that Celeborn was here things would turn out well. His grandfather was a wise Elf who would get through to his stubborn twin. "He told me he is in love, but he refuses to tell me who he is."
Celeborn raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "He won't tell you? Why is that? Elrohir and you are very close and always confide in each other. Why would he stop now?"
"I tried to find out," added Elladan quickly. "I asked him if it was Erestor or Glorfindel, or even Lindir. But he remained silent. I even asked him if it was Haldir or another 'Lorien Elf but he refused to tell me. I do not know what to do. Nana traveled to Valinor because she was fading and that is the only reason why she is alive today, even though she is out of my reach. But Elrohir refuses to sail to the Undying Lands. He even threatened to choose mortality. I did manage to talk him out of that. But I still fear losing him within the year and I cannot let that happen!" Elladan continued to rave, his voice gaining a sharp edge. "I cannot live without him. He did not fully understand when I told him I would travel to the Halls of Waiting with him. He just won't listen to me!"
Celeborn quickly rose from behind the desk and pulled up a chair so he could sit down next to Elladan, whose eyes were dancing wildly in their sockets. The stench of fear emanating from the half-Elf made him almost nauseous. "Calm yourself, Elladan. We need to be calm and controlled when dealing with him."
"You must talk to him, ata'da! Show him the wrong of his choices. Make him reconsider. He cannot fade!" Elladan had grabbed Celeborn's hands and pleadingly looked at his grandfather.
"I will talk to him," promised Celeborn. His heart ached, seeing Elladan's distress. "Do not give up yet. Your twin's love does not have to be unrequited. There is a chance that his loved one just does not know about the attraction and Elrohir is too shy to tell him. Maybe he thinks he has no chance with his chosen one."
"I hope so!" Elladan sighed, feeling more confident now that his grandfather was taking charge. When Celeborn squeezed his hands for comfort, he even managed a weak smile. "I am so glad you are here, ata'da. I had almost given up hope, but your words strengthen me."
Celeborn enfolded his trembling grandson in a tight and protective hug. As they sat in silence, his thoughts returned to Elladan's words. All elder Elves were in Mirkwood and he wondered why they had left together. Elrond should have been sensible enough to leave either Glorfindel or Erestor behind in Imladris. Now that the twins faced problems, they were lost.
He decided against telling Elladan that he had failed to contact Elrond as well. The elder twin was already burdened by his brother's fading and he didn't want to add to Elladan's worries. He would send a messenger to Mirkwood to inquire when Elrond or his seneschal planned to return. Elrond needs to know his youngest son is fading. But should I entrust that information to a messenger as well? He had no idea how Elrond would react to learning such distressing news. I will inform Elrond when he returns and I will tell the messenger to implore Elrond to hurry home because it is a matter of life and death. That will tell Elrond to hurry.
Elladan leaned heavily against him and sensing the twin's despair, he soothed the troubled half-Elf. "I will talk to Elrohir and find out what is making him fade. Together, the three of us will find a way to unite him with his chosen one."
Elladan nodded against his grandfather's chest. Tears slipped unnoticed from his eyes, and were absorbed by the fabric of Celeborn's tunic. "Please make him stay. Don't let him fade."
Celeborn bit his bottom lip, knowing he shouldn't make that promise, but Elladan's pain hit him physically. "I promise you won't lose him. I vow he will stay with you." Elladan sighed relieved, but Celeborn felt a twitch of guilt. What if he failed to keep that promise?
I will just have to find out why Elrohir is fading and unite him with his beloved. I should be able to bring them together. He just had to do his best.
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