So when you say that you need me
That you'll never leave me
I know you're wrong, you're not that strong
Let me go
There are things
That I still have to learn
But the one thing I have is my pride
Oh so I don't want to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
I'm so cold
Inside
Maybe just one more try...
--George Michael - one more try
Theodred had been dreading this; he had known of his father's decision for the longest time, but he had yet to tell Legolas. He had wished that he would be able to tell him himself, but there was a problem with the language, so he had asked Elrohir if he would act as a translator. Theodred looked over and squeezed his beloved's hand. "Come," he whispered and dragged Legolas away to a secluded spot just outside the gates of the golden city. As they sat down in the long grass Theodred felt his heart hammer away, but there were no easy way around this. "Ferret?.. Uhm.. Legolas, I need to tell you something," he started.
Legolas squeezed his hand back and just looked at him.
"I spoke with my father, and." The young man wavered but continued, "he told me no prosperity would become of us. I am to marry a noble maid and produce a heir for this realm."
Elrohir explained this to Legolas. "Nuh uh," Legolas muttered and looked confused. He then said something to Elrohir.
The half elf smiled at Theodred. "He wants you to come home with him."
"But I can't," Theodred whispered. "Please tell him that I am an only son; there is no one else to take this duty upon them."
"Nuh uh," Legolas said again and lay his other hand on top of Theodred's.
Theodred sighed but smiled happily. "I love you, Ferret, and your iron will... but my father said."
Legolas just shook his head and gestured like mad at Elrohir, and Elrohir paled as he shook his head violently. "No Legolas, I won't do that!" he said.
Theodred looked at Elrohir worriedly. "What is wrong?"
"Legolas wants me to persuade Dinalu to smuggle you out with them," Elrohir said, then he gave Theodred a stern look. "It is dangerous to even think about, remember that." Theodred nodded and used his free hand to pull his warm cloak around him more tightly to shield him from the autumn wind. "If you do this, you risk a war on your hands, but if you stay you will certainly lose your heart's desire."
Theodred shook his head. "I don't know what to do, Elrohir."
"A war can be averted by diplomacy; if you lose your heart you will have to live with it forever," he whispered as he ran his palm over Theodred's hair and cheek. "But you need to think hard, and I am afraid you don't have much time."
Theodred looked at Legolas, who smiled a brilliant smile at him before he rested his head on the mans shoulder. "I don't think I need to think any longer," Theodred whispered.
Elrohir nodded. "Then I will speak with Dinalu on your behalf." He then turned to talk with Legolas, who absolutely beamed as Elrohir spoke. The young elf turned around and kissed his lover passionately on the lips.
And Elrohir rose to his feet. He wrapped the cloak around himself and pulled up the hood. "I wish you all the luck in the world," he said as he left.
Rivendell
Elrond sat at Elladan's bedside and looked at his son. "Elladan? Will you please wake up? I miss you."
To Elrond's surprise, Elladan's eyes fluttered open. "Ada?" he slurred.
"Yes, oh my baby. I missed you so much," Elrond said softly and pulled Elladan's limp body close.
"I miss you too," Elladan mumbled. "Where is Elrohir? Where is my brother?"
"On his way, my sweet," Elrond lied, but he didn't know what else to say.
"I want to speak with him," Elladan said, sounding almost as if were he drunk. "I want him to make his decision with me."
Elrond had to fight off tears. "I already made that decision for you, my son."
"Elrohir, I want Elrohir."
"Listen, my precious, I am sending you to the undying lands," Elrond whispered, stroking his son's hair lovingly. "You are going to see your mother soon."
"Ships? I get to sail the ships?" Elladan whispered back, lolling his head from side to side.
"Yes my love, you get to sail the ships." The lord of Imladris was glad he had come here alone, for at this moment he was not sure he could have tolerated another elf's eyes, as the tears he had fought for so long began to fall.
As if on cue, Elladan started to sob pitifully. "Elrohir.. I want him here."
"I p-promise you, Elrohir will follow you to the g-grey havens," Elrond stuttered, resting his forehead against his son's. "He will come take you there."
"Irmo is calling me," Elladan whined, "but I want to stay here a little longer."
"Yes, stay here," Elrond said, "stay with me."
"I can't."
Elrond watched as Elladan closed his eyes once more.
Rohan
For the second time in 2 days Elrohir knocked on Dinalu's door, and when no one answered he turned the doorknob and peeked inside. "Dinalu?"
Dinalu emerged from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around him, and he smiled at Elrohir. "Good evening, Elrohir," he said courteously. "Please come in and close the door."
"Yes, thank you," Elrohir said puzzled, and did as Dinalu asked.
"Please excuse me," Dinalu offered as he picked up the sleeping clothes on his bed and walked back into the bathroom. "I can hear you out here, so you can just speak."
"I spoke with Theodred and Legolas today," Elrohir said.
"And?" Dinalu called from the bathroom.
"They asked me to speak with you for them," Elrohir said and finally sat down uncomfortably on the edge of a chair. "They need your aid."
"Oh really?" Dinalu said as he emerged from the bathroom once more. "Why is that?" but upon seeing Elrohir so uncomfortable the blond took pity on him. "What aid can I possibly give them?"
Elrohir cleared his throat and smiled at Dinalu. "They are lovers"
"They are?" the Mirkwood prince gasped.
Elrohir nodded. "And unless you aid them, they will be separated when you take Legolas back home."
"Oh, I see," Dinalu murmured. "Care for a glass of wine?" He went to the cupboard and pulled out two glasses, holding one in Elrohir's direction.
"No, I." Elrohir sighed, "Yes please."
Dinalu poured a glass for the dark-haired elf and handed it to him. "Now, tell me in what way I can aid them."
Elrohir took a sip of the sweet wine, a little too sweet for his taste but he remembered his husband's taste for them. Ex-husband, he chided himself. "You must smuggle Theodred out of Rohan, and take him with you to Mirkwood"
"Are they insane?" Dinalu gasped. "Theodred is Theoden's only son; we will have a war on our hands!" He looked at Elrohir and shook his head. "And what are you thinking? To even agree on asking me of this?"
Elrohir nodded. "I know." He took a large gulp of the wine. "But Dinalu, they are in love, so very much in love, I cannot bear to smother that already."
"I see," Dinalu mumbled and took a large gulp of his wine as well. "I will consider it."
The Rivendell elf smiled awkwardly. "I will let them know." He then put down his glass on the table. "Thank you for seeing me, I shall leave you to your rest now." He slowly pushed the chair back and stood up. "I bid you a good night," he mumbled as he moved towards the door.
"Elrohir?" Dinalu said looking up at the darker elf while running his finger along the edge of the wineglass.
"Yes?" Elrohir answered and turned around looking at the blond elf. "Is something amiss?"
"I would say so, wouldn't you?"
Elrohir had no idea what to say so he just raised a brow, looking at his ex spouse sitting there, looking ever so tempting. He felt a sting in his heart thinking of the days where he would have gone and sat on Dinalu's lap, kissing his way up to that special spot behind the ear that made him mew so sweetly. "I am sorry, but I don't understand."
"Us, Elrohir.." Dinalu said and slowly looked up at the elf in front of him. "That feeling we used to call us."
"Oh," Elrohir sighed, "I thought we discussed that yesterday."
"Agreed," Dinalu said softly, "but I have done some thinking."
"Dinalu, please let me speak with my father first, he should know from me," Elrohir cringed visibly, "and not from strangers. I... he should know why his sons are not worthy of their title."
"Come with me to Mirkwood," Dinalu said before downing the remains of the wine.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, come with me to Mirkwood," Dinalu said once more and stood up, walking towards Elrohir.
"Why?" Elrohir whispered stepping backwards, away from Dinalu, who kept walking towards him.
"Because you are my dear husband, and we are going home," Dinalu whispered and smiled dangerously as he saw he had Elrohir cornered.
"But the document, I am no longer your mate", Elrohir whispered breathlessly, watching Dinalu as he stepped so close he could feel the warm breath of the other.
"I didn't sign it yet," Dinalu whispered back, "and maybe I never will."
Elrohir felt himself trembling under his husband's predatory gaze. "I thought that."
"You think too much, Elrohir," Dinalu breathed as he captured both of Elrohir's hands, and with a forceful move slammed Elrohir's arms up against the wall over their heads. "You half-elves are wicked and conniving beings."
Elrohir blinked rapidly as if he were trying to make sense of this. "Dinalu, please let go of me," he pleaded, but his only answer was a grim smile and he felt a lump form in his throat and an ice-cold feeling settle in his stomach. "You are frightening me," he whispered barely audibly. "Please let me go."
"Are you frightened, Elrohir?" Dinalu asked before licking a trail up his husband's cheek.
"Y-yes."
"Good," Dinalu responded, biting the skin on Elrohir's throat, feeling the pulse thunder away beneath the skin. "You are mine, my spouse, and you will yield and follow me to Mirkwood."
Elrohir was afraid to even breathe. He tried to answer but the words stuck in his throat.
Dinalu rubbed his pelvis against Elrohir in a fluid move. "You used to love this, what happened?" Dinalu smiled as he bit Elrohir's lip gently, pulling it out and letting go. He was savouring the sight of Elrohir's big frightened eyes. "I know, those smelly, hairy men right?" He chuckled to himself. "Oh, but I know what my naughty little sweetheart has been up to. What was his name? That pretty young man with the curly hair?"
"..."
Elrohir sucked in his breath as Dinalu licked his way up to his ear, sucking it suggestively before he spoke once more. "Eomer, right? I don't blame you, he is quite the catch," Dinalu paused, "for a mortal, that is."
"I.I y-yield," Elrohir whispered as he stopped struggling against Dinalu's hold. "I yield."
"I knew you would," Dinalu whispered back and with that he let go his iron hold of Elrohir, and let his arms fall down to his sides.
Elrohir massaged his wrists, looking up at Dinalu. "Why did you do that?" he asked.
"I don't know," Dinalu whispered, walking away from the wall and over to the bed, sitting down. "I tried so hard not to let it come to this."
Elrohir walked over to the bed and sat down next to his husband. "Don't ever do that again," he whispered. "For a second I feared you might strangled me, and I would have allowed you to do so."
Dinalu turned his head and looked at Elrohir. "I could never harm you," he said and caressed the little bite mark he had left on his lover's neck.
Elrohir smiled sadly. "Did you really mean that you wanted for me to go with you to Mirkwood?"
"Aye," Dinalu said and mustered a weak blush. "I did."
"You could just have asked me," Elrohir said and leaned his head on Dinalu's shoulder.
"Forgive me," the blond elf said, wrapping an arm around Elrohir's waist. "I have missed you so much, and I was not sure that my heart could take to see you ride out without me once more, and I knew how much you wanted to go home." He paused and cleared his throat. "And I was afraid that you would find love somewhere else, find pleasure in someone else's bed, that my love was not enough."
"Oh Dina," Elrohir sighed and pressed himself closer to his lover. "You should not believe rumours and half truths, I never did take Eomer to bed. And the pact I made with Elladan is not what you think."
Dinalu untangled himself from his husband and walked over to the desk where the document was still lying. He picked it up and looked at it before he gripped both top corners and ripped it apart; letting it fall to the ground. "There," he said and looked at Elrohir. "Let us make a new pact."
"Yes," Elrohir said, looking at his husband with a smile.
Dinalu took a deep breath. "If I swear to never speak of this again, will you stay by my side?"
Elrohir shook his head. "No, Dina, I want you to swear that if you ever feel insecure in my love for you, let me know so I can change your mind."
"I swear."
"I love you."
"I know."
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