Title: Acceptance.
Author: Morgana ~~  morganalebeau@yahoo.com or
morgana@avalon.cobweb.nl
Pairing: Elrond/Glorfindel and Legolas/Lurtz.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Lurtz and Legolas enjoy their new relationship, but are not
easily accepted outside of Imladris. Elrond recovers from the abuse he
suffered at Ugluk's hands and his relationship with Glorfindel deepens.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings and all characters belong to Tolkien.
Author's Note; This is the sequel to 'Inside the Darkness'.  ~/~ depicts
writing.


Acceptance.



Lurtz tried hard to ignore the stares directed at him. He knew it had a
lot to do with the fact that Uruk-Hai had hurt the Lord of Imladris and
the little trust they had gained in him had now vanished. /I will spend
the rest of my life trying to win their trust./ But one look at Legolas,
sitting in front of him, reminded him why he was doing this. Being with
Legolas was worth it. The Elf had settled in front of him, taking the
reins and riding behind the litter, which was now being carried by the
twins. Glorfindel had pointed out that it was his turn to help carry the
litter, but Elrohir had told him to take the lead and ensure their safe
passage through this land. Glorfindel had scolded, but complied. 

Lurtz smiled, buried his face in Legolas' hair and inhaled his mate's
scent. Hearing the Elf's sparkling laugh, he wondered what amused
Legolas. "Elf?"

Legolas shook his head, and the golden locks teasingly caressed his
face. Lurtz felt cheerful as well; it probably had everything to do with
making love earlier. "Why are you laughing?"

"You are so predictable," said Legolas, still smiling. "Sniffing me..."
Secretly, he loved the fact that Lurtz's senses were always focused on
him. He hadn't thought he would enjoy Lurtz's possessiveness this much,
but it felt good to belong. 

"You smell of the forest and the flowers, of herbs and the sun..." Lurtz
stopped mid phrase when Legolas looked over his shoulder, giving him a
surprised look. 

"I did not know you were a poet." Legolas rested his head against
Lurtz's shoulder and grew aware of the looks several of the Elves were
giving them. He sighed. He had known all along that this wouldn't be
easy, but Ugluk torturing Elrond had made the Rivendell Elves suspicious
of Lurtz just when they had started to accept his presence. Lurtz tensed
behind him and he realized his mate had been thinking the same thing.
"It will take time, but do not give up on them. You must prove your true
nature to them so they know it is different from Ugluk's."

Lurtz nodded. "You speak wisely... But will I ever succeed in
befriending them?"

"You befriended me when you found me in that cave. You proved your worth
to me and you must do the same everywhere we go."

Lurtz drew in a deep breath. "Everywhere --we-- go." That was what he
had needed to hear. "You won't ever leave me?"

Legolas locked eyes with Lurtz. "We are mated for life, remember?"

Lurtz wished his doubts would fade, but he still expected this to end
abruptly. "Don't you ever dare die on me."

"Elves..." started Legolas.

"Don't die easily," chuckled Lurtz. They had had similar arguments
before. He changed their subject. "Will we stay at Rivendell for a
while?"

"Aye," said Legolas thoughtfully. "You want to seek out their healers
and I... I need to inform my father that I took a mate."

"You still worry about that?" Lurtz understood only too well. "Are you
afraid he might no longer call you his son and disown you?" He didn't
like that at all. Legolas shouldn't be forced to make such sacrifices
for his sake!

"My father is a harsh but just man. I am counting on him to
understand... eventually." Lost in thought Legolas recalled Thandruil
sending him to Imladris to deliver a message and he had unexpectedly
ending up as a part of the Fellowship. He still regretted being parted
from the rest of company, knowing they needed him. Should he tell Lurtz
about the quest? Why he had ended up injured in that cave that night? 

"Lurtz?" started Legolas, feeling slightly nervous.

"Yes?" purred Lurtz in his lover's ear.

Legolas sighed at that purr, but shook himself, and concentrated again.
"Have you ever heard of the One Ring? The Ring Sauron used to control
all other rings?"

Lurtz frowned at the changed subject, but nodded. "I did. I think
Saruman mentioned it when I was created. He hungers for it."

/I forgot about Saruman. Aye, you know about the Ring. He probably
ordered you to find it for him./ Legolas moistened his lips. "That Ring
was found and it was decided that it should be destroyed. I was part of
the group that should take the Ring to Mount Doom where its fire would
destroy it. That was why I was attacked the night you found me."

Lurtz's frown deepened. "What happened to the others?"

"I hope Aragorn is leading them to Mount Doom." Legolas' heart flooded
with grief, recalling Gandalf and Boromir's death. Hopefully the
Halflings were still alive and well. He trusted Aragorn and Gimli to
take care of themselves, but the Hobbits needed protection. 

"And I took you away from them when I brought you to Rivendell. Why
didn't you tell me?"

"I was not sure I could confide in you..." Legolas looked at Lurtz
apologetically. "It is too late now to join them. I do not even know
their whereabouts."

"But you would like to join them again?" Lurtz wasn't sure what to think
of that. He understood that Legolas wanted to carry out this task, but
did that mean... "Will you leave me then?"

"I will never leave you," said Legolas firmly. "You would accompany me."

Lurtz stared at the blue sky. /They wouldn't accept me and he knows it.
That's why he remained silent until now./

"There is no need to discuss this now," said Legolas, sensing his mate's
tension. "We will stay at Imladris for several weeks and..."

"We could leave right away," offered Lurtz.

"Nay, the healers might be able to fix your teeth and I will not take
that away from you." Legolas turned in the saddle, staring deeply into
Lurtz's dark eyes. "When we decide to leave we will make that decision
together."

Lurtz nodded once. "But we could inquire about your friends'
whereabouts. We might join them eventually."

"We could," agreed Legolas. "I will ask Elrond when he is feeling
better."

Lurtz sighed blissfully when Legolas pushed back against him and he
folded one arm possessively around the Elf's waist. "Mine," he growled,
knowing it would please Legolas.

"You should growl more often..." mumbled Legolas, enjoying being held by
his mate.

"No, I don't think so. Every time I growl, they stare at me." 

Legolas peeked at the Rivendell Elves and found Lurtz's observation
correct. "They will get used to it."

"Will they?"

"They must."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Glorfindel returned to the litter and glared at the twins. "It is my
turn now." This time he wouldn't be denied. 

Elladan looked over his shoulder at Elrohir, eyes sparkling with
mischief. "Do you think we should let him?" One more look told him that
Elrond was still asleep. Elrohir had given Elrond a particularly strong
brew before they had left and not even Elrond seemed able to wake
prematurely from this concoction. He secretly hoped that his father
wouldn't wake until they had reached Imladris. Elrond would love waking
up in his own rooms. 

"Aye, let him or his nagging might drive us insane." Elrohir and Elladan
slowly placed the litter on the ground and the whole group came to a
halt. Elrohir knelt beside Elrond and checked on his father. 

"How does he fare?" asked Glorfindel concerned. He still cringed at the
memory of setting Elrond's ankles. 

Elrohir placed his hand on Elrond's brow. "He feels warm but not hot to
the touch. I think he is actually comfortable... as comfortable as he
can be, that is."

Elladan took Asfaloth's reins, leading the horse away from the litter.
"I will take the lead for a short while."

"I will stay close to Ada," said Elrohir, raising an eyebrow when Lurtz
slid from his horse and walked toward the litter. 

"I will help carry the litter," offered Lurtz, knowing he could walk for
a long time without getting tired. "You can ride with Legolas." Lurtz
gestured Elrohir to slip on to horse's back. 

Elrohir nodded thankfully and slipped behind Legolas, relishing the
break. 

Lurtz and Glorfindel lifted the litter once more and set a steady place.
The group got in to motion again and they continued their way to
Imladris. 

"Do you think Elrond will walk again? Unaided?" Legolas looked over his
shoulder and met Elrohir's worried eyes. 

"I hope so. I do not think Ada would do well being confined to a chair
or his bed. But I am confident he will heal eventually." 

Legolas nodded; a full Elf would heal quickly, but Elrond and his
children were only part Elf. "I am sure Glorfindel will take very good
care of him. You seem to welcome their love."

Elrohir smiled warmly. "Aye, I want Ada to be happy and I have known
Glorfindel my entire life. He was my teacher and... When we were
children we thought he was our uncle. He was always there for us, when
we were hurt, when we fought... There were times when he had to separate
Elladan and me because we were butting heads and at other times he had
to track us down because we loved to play hide and seek. He was more
than a friend, so aye, I am happy for them."

"And how do you feel about Lurtz's presence?" asked Legolas in a
hesitant tone. He wouldn't blame Elrohir if he couldn't stand the sight
of Lurtz right now; he only hoped Elrohir would eventually realize that
Lurtz wasn't Ugluk.

Elrohir understood Legolas' nervousness. "I am angry with him for
sneaking out of Imladris after we offered him a home and our friendship,
but I also understand why he left."

Legolas frowned. "You are not angry with him for being..."

"Uruk-Hai?" Elrohir shook his head. "Nay. None of us can choose the race
they are born in to. I merely hope he will continue to strife for
acceptance. You have hard times ahead of you, meldir."

Legolas' eyes darkened. "I told him the same thing... So we are still
welcome at Imladris? I was not sure."

Elrohir smiled reassuringly at Legolas. "Meldir, Lurtz and you are
always welcome, but I do not envy you when you inform your father about
your new husband."

Legolas shivered. "I hope he will understand..."

Lurtz had caught those last words and he felt guilty for putting Legolas
in this position. /That is not true. Legolas chose to be with me... I
did not force him to be with me./ 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Imladris..." Elladan sighed happily for they had finally reached their
home. In the distance he made out Erestor, who was already approaching
in order to welcome them home. 

"Elladan, how badly injured is Lord Elrond?" Erestor waited impatiently
for Elladan to walk up to him. His sharp eyes made out the litter,
carried by Glorfindel and the Uruk-Hai, which Elrond had granted
sanctuary. 

"He will need time to recover, and I want to take him to his rooms right
now. Glorfindel will look after Ada." Elladan watched closely, ready to
assist when Glorfindel lifted a still sleeping Elrond, carrying him to
his rooms. "In the mean time Elrohir and I will take over Ada's
duties..."

Erestor nodded thoughtfully. "And the Uruk-Hai?"

"Lurtz can stay as long as he wants. Ada wanted him to have a second
chance and I stand by his decision. He is free to move through
Imladris." Elladan signaled Elrohir to join him. 

Elrohir slipped from the back of the horse, looking up at Legolas, who
longingly stared at Lurtz. It was obvious to everyone who bothered to
look that the two of them were in love. "Join us for breakfast in the
morning?"

"Thank you, we will be there..." Legolas steered his horse toward Lurtz
and the two of them disappeared in to the direction of the guest
quarters. Elrohir joined his brother, casting a glance at the stairway.
"Ada is in the best hands," said Elrohir softly. "I will check on him
later."

Elladan placed a hand on Elrohir's shoulder. "Come, gwanur-nîn, let us
eat and sleep as well. In the morning we will seek out Glorfindel and
Ada." He led his brother away, eager to see him rest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Glorfindel lowered Elrond on to the bed, relieved the Lord of Imladris
was back home; safe. Elrond moaned softly, smiled and seemed to melt in
to the mattress. Glorfindel smiled adoringly, and then walked toward the
doorway, assuming Elrohir would want to sit with his father. 

"Where are you going?"

Elrond's voice startled Glorfindel. "I thought you were asleep." He
turned, and hesitantly met Elrond's eyes. "Are you in any pain? Do you
want me to fetch Elrohir or a healer?"

"Nay, I want you to come over here and sit down." Elrond patted the
space next to him. 

"Elrohir should be here any moment now. I do not know how to care for
you."

"You did an excellent job thus far," said Elrond thoughtfully as
Glorfindel sat down. He studied the blond's eyes, relieved to find the
darkness gone, but there was still a shyness to Glorfindel that
surprised him. "Is there anything you want to say?"

Glorfindel averted his eyes, unable to face Elrond. "I never wanted you
to know that Gil-galad refused to return to Arda." 

"That hurt, aye, but I am glad he refused." He hoped that would catch
Glorfindel's attention and it did. Cobalt eyes met his. "Because now I
have --you--."

Glorfindel cleared his throat, blushing faintly. 

"My, you are not used to being complimented, now are you?" Amused,
Elrond raised a hand and rested it against the blond's cheek. "Would you
keep me company tonight?"

Glorfindel's eyes widened, increasing Elrond's mirth. "I am sorry,
melethron, I did not mean to imply that... I merely want us to sleep
together... Uhm, in the same bed... You holding me." He shouldn't be
teasing Glorfindel, but he couldn't resist the temptation. 

"Now I know where the twins' got their mischievous streak." Glorfindel
wished his blush would fade. He hadn't blushed in centuries! 

"Lie down, Glorfindel and warm me." Elrond waited for Glorfindel to
remove his boots and cloak, and then opened his arms to welcome his
lover. "Hold me tight."

Feeling shy, Glorfindel obeyed. The last time he had held Elrond, the
half-Elf had been barely coherent. "Like this?"

"Aye..." Elrond sighed happily. "Will you stay for the night?"

"If you want me to..." Glorfindel pulled up the blankets and made sure
Elrond was warm. "You should see a healer in the morning. I do not know
if I set your ankles correctly. I never did that before and I only knew
what to do because I watched you do it in the past."

"Ssht," whispered Elrond. "You did well. There is no need to think you
did anything wrong." Elrond probed the blond's eyes. "The darkness is
gone. I almost feared losing you to Mandos."

"I regret putting you through that, Elrond. I did not know its call had
become that strong."

"Let us not talk about this any longer. We should be discussing other
things."

"Like what?" Glorfindel hesitantly raised a hand to stroke Elrond's
hair, loving the feel of the dark locks flowing through his fingers. 

Elrond sighed, seeing the expression in Glorfindel's eyes. "I never
realized just how deep your love ran."

Glorfindel smiled nervously. "I did not know you were attracted to me...
until that kiss..."

"Ah, ill timed, but it did clarify some things." Elrond returned the
gesture, fingering a lock of blond hair. Staring in Glorfindel's eyes he
wondered why he had waited so long to tell the blond about his feelings.
"We wasted so much time."

Glorfindel lost himself in Elrond's misty eyes and felt content having
his love close. 

Elrond noticed the distant expression and smiled. "You really do love
me..."

"Aye," was all Glorfindel could whisper, floating on feelings of intense
bliss and happiness. 

"Are you going to sleep or stare at me all night?"

"Do you mind me staring?" 

Elrond laughed warmly. "Ai, Glorfindel. never desert me."

"Never, melethryn."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Early in the morning, Legolas placed a piece a paper in front of him,
retrieved the quill and mentally prepared himself to write his father,
King Thandruil.

~Adar, I know it has been a while since I wrote to you, but certain
things have happened and you deserve to hear this from me, not from a
stranger passing through Mirkwood.~

Why were the first words always the hardest? Legolas sighed and stared
at the ink Those words wouldn't appear on the paper by themselves so he
tried again. He dipped the quill in ink and continued. 

~A few weeks ago I was injured and I met... someone. His name is Lurtz
and he is an Uruk-Hai. You probably have heard of them by now as they
are attacking our borders as well. But Lurtz is different. When we met
he suffered from amnesia and he took care of me until I recovered.
Slowly I realized that we had become friends and eventually I had to
admit that we had become more than just friends.~

He paused, rereading the text and desperately tried to think of another
way to phrase it, but he the words didn't come to him. Frustrated, he
started to write once more.

~I realized that I was in love with him, and I did what you taught me to
do; not ever let go when you find love. I know that you probably do not
approve of my choice, but Lurtz is unlike anyone I ever met. He is
honorable, courageous, a skilled warrior, very protective of me and he
has a great sense of humor. He returned my feelings after I pursued him.
He did not seduce me, if that is what you are thinking. On the contrary,
I was very determined to claim him as my mate... and I did. ~

Legolas cringed, trying to imagine his father's expression while reading
this. Maybe he should phrase it differently, but he was at a loss for
words.

~I do not know if I am still welcome at home, and I do not want to
spring this upon you by bringing Lurtz home with me. You deserve to know
this on forehand so you can reach a decision.

Adar, you always loved me unconditionally and I know I am asking much,
but would you give him an opportunity to prove himself? I am sure you
would approve of him once you learn to look past his appearance. 

Adar, my hands tremble while I am writing you for I fear you will banish
me from Mirkwood and my heart grieves at that thought. 

Your son, Legolas Greenleaf.~

He placed the quill on the desk and reread the letter, cringing as he
fully realized how much depended on this. Mirkwood was his home and he
loved Thandruil dearly. His father had taught him right from wrong, to
love and not hate and he hoped his father still lived by those rules.
Being banished from Mirkwood also meant that he would never see his
brother again. Valthoron and he weren't as close as Elladan and Elrohir,
but they were good friends. He would greatly miss his family, but would
never consider giving up Lurtz to be with them. 

He folded the paper and sealed it. Leaning back in the chair, he
wondered if sending his father this letter was a wise thing to do. Maybe
he should wait, avoid the confrontation, but that didn't feel right
either. Nay, he had to do this now. His father shouldn't be told by
strangers. 

Legolas left the guest room Lurtz and he had been assigned and found a
messenger who was willing to take his letter to Mirkwood. He almost
turned back to retrieve the letter, having seconds thoughts, but stopped
himself. 

Trying to distract himself, he headed to the Healing House where Lurtz
had gone earlier. Hopefully the healers would be able to smooth Lurtz's
fangs. The disappointment and fear at hurting him that shone from
Lurtz's eyes when he tried to return a kiss was heart wrenching. 

Legolas listened closely and recognized Lurtz's voice. Following the
sound he arrived at the back of the house. Lurtz sat in a chair while
two healers were looking at his fangs, talking softly in their native
tongue, which Lurtz didn't understand. "Do you want me to translate?"
offered Legolas.

Lurtz startled, seeing Legolas while the healers were examining him, but
managed to shake his head. 

"I speak his language," said one healer, looking at his newest patient.
"I think it can be done, but it will take a weak at least, maybe
longer." 

The smile that flashed across Lurtz's features almost made Legolas weep.
"It can be done," Legolas repeated. "They can do it."

Lurtz quickly rose from the chair and gathered Legolas in his arms,
smiling giddily. "I will be able to kiss you... My greatest wish will
come true."

Legolas noticed the confused expression on the healers' faces, but
ignored them. "Aye, and you will kiss me... for long, endless hours."

Lurtz gave Legolas a long, probing look and realized something dark had
slipped in to his lover's eyes. Then he remembered. "You wrote your
father that letter?"

"A messenger is taking it to Mirkwood as we speak." Legolas rested his
head against Lurtz's chest and from the corner of his eye he watched the
healers leave the room. "I feel nervous. What if he does not accept this
bond? What if he disowns me and banishes me from Mirkwood? It is my
home. I grew up there. I would never see my father or brother again. I
do not want to live like that."

"Your family means a lot to you," said Lurtz, regretting that he was the
reason for Legolas' misery. 

"You mean a lot to me as well, but if I must choose, I choose you."

Lurtz held Legolas tightly, rubbing his lover's back with long, soothing
strokes. "If your father doesn't understand, we will make him." 

Legolas smiled saddened against Lurtz's chest, knowing only too well one
couldn't make Thandruil accept something against his will. "He is also
stubborn."

"Then it runs in the family," said Lurtz teasingly, earning a smile from
Legolas for his efforts. "Come, the twins expect us for breakfast." He
took Legolas' hand in his, rubbed the fingers and lent Legolas all the
emotional support his lover needed. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elladan played with his food, pushing it from one side of his plate to
the other. It was a good thing Elrond wasn't near for his father wanted
him to --eat-- the food and not --play-- with it. He grinned privately,
understanding only too well that his father would always fuss over him.
His brother sat opposite him, devouring the food. "You must be hungry."

Elrohir nodded between bites. "Aye, I am..."

"So is there any food left for us?" said Legolas jokingly, stepping in
to the room, closely followed by Lurtz.

"Aye, help yourself." Elladan pointed at several food items on the
table. 

They both sat down. Legolas helped himself to some Lembas and fruit
while Lurtz watched Elrohir eat. He drank some tea, unable to bring
himself to eat in front of them. He didn't want them to stare at his
fangs. "How is Lord Elrond this morning?" He had caught Legolas' knowing
look, and quickly sipped his tea, making sure his fangs didn't show.

"I just checked on him," replied Elrohir, leaning back sated. "They are
both still asleep. They were so entangled I had to check which limbs
belonged to who!" 

Elladan chuckled. "Aye, Ada and Glorfindel will be at our mercy. It is
time we took some revenge for the times they teamed up against us when
we were children."

"Uhm, Elladan? We did deserve that spanking and their lectures. We were
trouble..."

"We still are," said Elladan proudly. Looking at Elrohir, he asked, "Do
you think Ada will need us today? I want to check the southern borders
to make sure Imladris' defenses are still intact. I do not want to be
taken by surprise again."

"Go, Elladan, I will keep an eye on Ada... and Glorfindel." Elrohir
planned to spend the day quietly, checking on his father occasionally
and rest some more. 

"Legolas, Lurtz, would you like to accompany me?" Elladan smiled
brightly. "I would love to have some company." 

"I can't," whispered Lurtz in an awkward tone. "I'm expected at the
Healing House at noon."

Elrohir, worried, leaned forward. "Why? Are you injured?" 

Legolas looked at Lurtz for permission and his lover nodded. "It is his
teeth... his fangs. They make him feel... uncomfortable. The healers
agreed to... smooth them, take off the jagged edges."

"That is why you are not eating," mumbled Elrohir. 

Lurtz averted his eyes and stared at the wall, not wanting to see the
loathing in their eyes when thinking of his fangs. 

"The healers are well trained," said Elrohir, catching Lurtz's evasive
gaze. "Ada trained them. The will help you the best they can."

"Thank you," said Lurtz nervously, suddenly eager to leave. 

Legolas rose to his feet and extended his hand. "Elladan? I will
accompany you when you inspect the southern borders. Please excuse us
for now."

The twins nodded and Lurtz got to his feet as well, following Legolas
out of the room. "I expected to see loathing in their eyes," whispered
Lurtz when the twins could no longer hear them.

"What did you see instead?" Legolas claimed Lurtz's hand, rubbing the
knuckles.

"Understanding, sympathy, but no pity." Lurtz actually smiled,
involuntarily showing Legolas his fangs. 

Legolas wrapped an arm around Lurtz and led his lover to the Healing
House. Once Lurtz's teeth had been fixed, he vowed to kiss his lover
breathless, driving him insane with long kisses. Those fangs wouldn't
keep them apart much longer.

TBC



Part 2
Thranduil 



"Adar?" Valthoron, heir to the throne of Mirkwood, approached his
father. Thranduil sat on the throne, staring at the floor listlessly.
"We have dealt with the attacks on the northern border and we have
defeated the Orcs."

"That is good news indeed," said Thranduil, forcing himself to smile at
his oldest son, not wanting to worry him. "Any news on Legolas?"

Valthoron shook his head. "Not yet. It appears he was injured several
weeks ago and got separated from the fellowship. His whereabouts are
unknown." He took a step closer to his father and knelt in front of him.
"I miss him as well."

Thranduil smiled saddened and nodded at his son. "I know you do. I
should never have sent him to attend Elrond's council." He placed a hand
on Valthoron's shoulder and pulled his son to his feet while he rose
from the throne. "But we must not give up hope. Legolas will contact us
when he can."

"I worry about his injuries," admitted Valthoron at last. "You know him,
Adar, he is stubborn and will continue his path, even in great pain."

"He inherited that from your mother." Thranduil's wife had sailed to
Valinor when Legolas had come of age. She had longed for her family who
had long crossed the sea to the Undying Lands. He still missed her
daily, and now that Legolas wasn't here he suffered twice, for Legolas
reminded him of her in more ways than one. Valthoron had taken after his
father, and was the oldest and should have been his favorite, but it was
Legolas who reminded him of the love he and his wife had shared. That
was the reason why the two boys had competed at times during their
childhood, each wanting to be their father's favorite, but they had
reached an understanding for which Thranduil was very thankful.
Valthoron was his heir, the next king of Mirkwood - if there still was a
Mirkwood after Saruman was finished with Middle Earth - and Legolas was
allowed to roam the lands, occasionally called back when formal matters
demanded his presence. 

Thranduil was glad Legolas was his youngest and not burdened with
affairs of state. Ruling Mirkwood would have slowly killed Legolas.
Mirkwood would have become his cage from which he could never break
free. Nay, Valthoron was more suited to rule Mirkwood when he would
sail, and finally join his beloved wife. 

"Adar?" 

Valthoron's concerned tone pulled him from his musings. Looking at his
son, he nodded once. "We should keep a close eye on the borders. I do
not want our people endangered. These Orcs and Uruk-Hai are under orders
to make us suffer. Increase the patrols and notify the sentries to be
even more alert. I will contact Celeborn and Elrond to let them know
that Saruman's creatures reached our borders."

Valthoron studied his father closely. Thranduil's stern features
revealed will power, and the ancient eyes told of long millennia in
which he had seen much misery and suffering. His father had the
reputation of being haughty and arrogant, and only a few saw beneath the
mask, which only slipped when he was with his sons. "You can count on
me, Adar."

Thranduil nodded thankfully. "You will make a good King, a better King
than I ever was. Now leave me, Valthoron. I desire to be alone for some
time."

"Do not worry too much," advised Valthoron and he almost kissed his
father on the cheek, like he used to do centuries ago when he was an
Elfling. His parents always showed their affection openly and it had
rubbed off on their two sons, but he wasn't sure the gesture was still
appropriate at his age. 

Thranduil caught his son's expression and patted Valthoron's cheek. "You
are in my heart as well, my son." 

Valthoron smiled brightly, gave his father a swift kiss on the cheek,
bowed and left the hall. 

Thranduil shook his head. Raising his sons was still a challenge even
when they were mature. "Legolas, where are you?" He truly worried about
his son. It had been weeks since he had last received a message and that
was very unlike Legolas. If only he had a clue where to start searching
for the elusive youngster!  

"Sire? A messenger from Imladris has arrived and is carrying a letter
for you," announced his seneschal. 

Thranduil was annoyed at not hearing them approach and turned about to
face them. "A letter?" he questioned the messenger.

"Aye, sire. It is from your son, Prince Legolas." The messenger
approached and handed Thranduil the letter, wondering about the relieved
expression on the King's face. 

"From Legolas?" Thranduil stared at the letter in obvious delight.
"Leave me alone then so I can read!" He instantly regretting raising his
voice. It were outbursts like these that made people wonder about his
temper. Maybe that was why his reputation outside of Mirkwood was so
bad. He almost apologized, seeing the messenger pale, but his seneschal
pulled the Imladris Elf with him, knowing his king needed privacy. 

Once he was alone Thranduil tore at the paper, eager to read what had
happened to his son. 

~Ada, I know it has been a while since I wrote to you, but certain
things have happened and you deserve to hear this from me, not from a
stranger passing through Mirkwood.~

"Ai, Legolas, this sounds bad. What did you do this time?" Thranduil
fondly recalled all the times Legolas had gotten himself in trouble in
the past, but he had managed to cope with everything... thus far. 

~A few weeks ago I was injured and I met... someone. His name is Lurtz
and he is an Uruk-Hai. You probably have heard of them by now as they
are attacking our borders as well. But Lurtz is different. When we met
he suffered from amnesia and he took care of me until I recovered.
Slowly I realized that we had become friends and eventually I had to
admit that we had become more than just friends.~

"What?" Thranduil shook his head and reread the paragraph. "An Uruk-Hai?
Legolas, you cannot be serious! More than friends? Ai, Legolas, do not
do this to me. I am old and you should not put me through this."

~I realized that I was in love with him, and I did what you taught me to
do; never let go when you find love. I know that you probably do not
approve of my choice, but Lurtz is unlike anyone I ever met. He is
honorable, courageous, a skilled warrior, very protective of me and he
has a great sense of humor. He returned my feelings after I pursued him.
He did not seduce me, if that is what you are thinking. On the contrary,
I was very determined to claim him as my mate... and I did. ~

Thranduil stared at the words, needing to voice his opinions. "You love
him? And you are using my own teachings against me." It was true; he had
told his children to return love when they found it and not mind the
opinions of others who might disapprove. "Honorable? Courageous...?" Oh,
he knew that that were the very things that attracted Legolas. "And a
sense of humor? You never stood a chance then," he chuckled, but then
composed himself. He should be mad with his youngest, not approve of
this folly!

"And I can just picture you seducing him, Legolas. You always had your
ways of getting what you wanted. You can still wrap me around your
little finger when you want to. Determined to claim him as your mate?
Why does that sound familiar to me?" Because he had pursued his wife in
a similar fashion while his parents disapproved of him marrying a maiden
instead of a Lord's daughter. "You are too much like me, Legolas... I do
not doubt you 'charmed' this Lurtz into accepting you as his mate. Ai,
Legolas..."

~I do not know if I am still welcome at home, and I do not want to
spring this upon you by bringing Lurtz home with me. You deserve to know
this on forehand so you can reach a decision. Ada, you always loved me
unconditionally and I know I am asking much, but would you give him an
opportunity to prove himself? I am sure you would approve of him once
you learn to look past his appearance.~

"Ai, Legolas, why are you doing this to me? I am old, and now you are
asking me to change my ways." Valthoron had told him about the
Uruk-Hai's viciousness when they had attacked their borders and he
instinctively hated the foul creatures, but now his son was asking him
to do away with his prejudice. "But I do appreciate it that you told me
personally, if only through a letter." He understood Legolas was
hesitant to appear unannounced, presenting his new mate. His eyes darted
back to "you always loved me unconditionally" and he knew he would give
this relationship a chance because his son had asked for it. 

"I cannot imagine you falling for one of Saruman's foul creatures, so
maybe you have a point and I should give this Lurtz an opportunity to
prove himself. But not when he knows he is being watched." His son's
happiness was very important to him and he was determined to make sure
Lurtz was worthy of his son. 

"Valthoron!" He returned to his throne, folding the letter and slipping
it into a pocket. 

"Adar?" Valthoron stepped back inside, wondering why his father had
summoned him. He was about to leave to inspect the borders and his
father knew that. Why call him back? 

Thranduil gave his oldest son a thoughtful look. It would be good for
Valthoron to be in charge for a short while. Valthoron would truly learn
his responsibility when ruling Mirkwood during his absence. "I am
leaving."

Valthoron's eyes widened. "Adar... what?" Had he misunderstood? As long
as he could remember his father had only left Mirkwood twice! "It must
have something to do with Legolas' letter then."

Thranduil wasn't surprised Valthoron knew about the letter. His
seneschal had probably informed Valthoron. "Legolas has gotten himself
into some kind of trouble and I will see to it myself."

"I could go instead," offered Valthoron. "You are the heart of Mirkwood,
we need you."

Thranduil smiled. "You are my heir. It is time to test your wings and
fly."

Valthoron blushed. "But Adar..."

"You were trained for this moment and I know you are ready for this.
Now, I will be leaving in an hour. Prepare everything for my departure."

Valthoron nodded, dazed. Thranduil was leaving him in charge of
Mirkwood? What if he disappointed his father?

Thranduil walked toward his son, placed a hand on Valthoron's shoulder
and smiled warmly. "Do not doubt yourself."

Valthoron took heart and nodded. "I will make sure everything is ready
for your departure... Adar, what is wrong with my brother?"

"He has taken a new mate..."

Valthoron sighed, relieved. "Remember the time when he announced he was
in love with Celeborn when he visited our realm?"

Thranduil remembered the incident very well. Celeborn had acted unfazed,
but Legolas had followed the Lord of the Golden Wood for days. "He was
only twenty years old... A child." 

"And now he has lost his heart again?" Valthoron smiled fondly. 

"Aye, but I am not sure about his choice..." Thranduil decided against
revealing the identity of Legolas' chosen mate. "I will travel to
Imladris and..."

"That is where he is hiding?" Valthoron nodded knowingly. "Scared to
face us, is he not?"

Thranduil returned Valthoron's grin. "Aye... I will watch them until I
am sure they are good for each other."

Valthoron cringed. "You won't reveal your presence to my brother...
Ai..." He did understand his father though. Thranduil was very
protective of Legolas and he felt the same way about his brother. "Will
you give him my love when you do reveal yourself to them?"

Thranduil nodded. "Aye, I will..." Secretly he enjoyed the prospect of
traveling once more after all these years. Although he loved Mirkwood it
felt as a cage to him at times. 

"I will organize your escort," said Valthoron, about to leave the hall.

"No escort, I will travel alone."

Valthoron gulped. "Adar, these are dangerous times."

"Do you doubt my ability to take care of myself?" 

"Nay, but..."

"No escort," decreed Thranduil. He wanted to taste freedom once more. In
that aspect Legolas and he were the same as well. He watched Valthoron
leave and then unfolded the letter once more. "We will see if your
chosen mate is truly worthy of you, my son." He grinned, already looking
forward to seeing his youngest again; Legolas always brought joy to his
heart. /Imladris, I have not visited there for at least two centuries...
I wonder if it is still an oasis of beauty? I will find out in a few
days. Legolas, I hope you chose well!/

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

/You are truly beautiful in your sleep, Glorfindel./ Elrond smiled
adoringly, rhythmically stroking the long blond locks that teased his
face. During his sleep, Glorfindel had pressed closer, resting his head
on his chest. 

Elrond looked out of the window, which gave him a superb view of
Imladris. When Ugluk had kept him prisoner he had refused to give up
hope. Now that he was back at Imladris' heart he wondered about its
future. Then his gaze dropped and rested on Glorfindel's face. /I am
holding past, present and future in my arms./

And now the prospect of being lovers thrilled him. Glorfindel had awoken
feelings in him which he never knew possessed and he was most eager to
explore his desires, but he should give Glorfindel a chance to rest
first. Mandos had almost claimed Glorfindel, and Elrond involuntarily
tightened his hold on the blond. "Never leave me, Glorfindel. I would be
lost without you." 

Glorfindel stirred at the sound of Elrond's voice, and the Lord of
Imladris wished he hadn't spoken out loud because he wanted Glorfindel
to rest. Fighting off death had taken a lot out of his seneschal. Eyes,
which had been vacant, now stared back at him. /Why so shy, Glorfindel?/
The expression in Glorfindel's eyes was timid, almost pleading. Elrond
thought back to the time when Glorfindel had returned from Mandos and
had joined him at Imladris. Had he ever seen Glorfindel with someone
else? A lover? He frowned, realizing Glorfindel had never mentioned a
significant other. 

"Is something wrong?" asked Glorfindel, seeing Elrond's frown. Had he
done something to displease the half-Elf? 

"Glorfindel, I find myself wondering about you." Elrond cocked his head
and continued to stroke the blond's hair. /I know he wants me; I can
feel it./ Glorfindel's erection pressed against his leg; the body
admitting what the mind couldn't... yet. Maybe it had been too long
since Glorfindel had been touched with love. 

"Wondering?" A sudden alertness appeared in Glorfindel's eyes. 

"When was the last time you took a lover?" Elrond's fingers deserted the
golden locks and caressed Glorfindel's face instead. To his surprise,
Glorfindel's eyes darkened. 

Glorfindel briefly felt at a loss. "That is personal..."

Elrond, feeling curious, raised an eyebrow. "You do not want to tell
me?"

"There is nothing to tell," whispered Glorfindel, barely audible. He was
starting to feel uncomfortable in Elrond's arms, but didn't dare leave
abruptly, unwilling to cause Elrond pain. The raven haired Lord of
Imladris' injuries were far from healed and that gash looked horrible,
reminding him of the torture Elrond had endured at Ugluk's hands. Maybe
he could apply some of Elrond's soothing balm later?

"I guessed correctly then? You did not take a lover since you returned
from Mandos? Why?" Elrond marveled at the blond. 

"Although I did not love you from the beginning, I did feel attracted to
you and I cannot betray my heart. I wanted you... and no one else."
Glorfindel stared at the wall behind Elrond. "Why did you make me say
that?"

Elrond looked into Glorfindel's eyes, finding the pupils dilated. The
blond's arousal had faded during their conversation and he regretted
making Glorfindel feel melancholy. That hadn't been his intention. "You
needed to say it. You are keeping so much inside..."

Glorfindel swallowed nervously and still refused to meet Elrond's eyes.
"I never thought you returned my feelings..."

Elrond decided on a more direct approach. They'd had this conversation
before and still reality didn't seem to register with Glorfindel.
Leaning in, he brushed the blond's lips, letting his tongue explore the
inside of Glorfindel's lips, suckling gently and releasing them with a
soft 'plop'. Elrond barely refrained from laughing, seeing the shy
expression in Glorfindel's eyes. "What else are you not telling me?"

Glorfindel decided it was best to get this over with. "I never had a
male lover..." His eyes pleaded with Elrond. "You are my first..."

Elrond gasped. "That, I did not expect, but certain things make sense
now." Dating a male was new to Glorfindel and the blond was struggling
with the changes in his life, which had been frozen in time for so long,
watching him marry Celebrian, the children being born and his wife
sailing to Valinor. "I love you, Glorfindel. Your heart is waking from
its long sleep and we will walk this path together."

Glorfindel blushed and Elrond found it utterly adorable, but felt his
lover's tension at the same time. "Glorfindel, I would love to take a
bath, but... what about my ankles?" He had carefully planned changing
their subject, wanting to distract Glorfindel. 

Glorfindel thought it over. "I might know of a way..."

"You do?" Elrond would truly love a bath. He could still feel Ugluk's
vile touch, occasionally groping him, beating him and taunting him by
stroking his hair. He would love to wash away those memories and to
replace them with new ones.

Glorfindel hesitantly planted a kiss on Elrond's lips and then pulled
back, untangling himself and rising to his feet. "I will return in a
moment; let me prepare your bath first."

Elrond nodded, curious as to how Glorfindel would solve the problem of
making sure that his feet didn't get wet. "Hurry back to me, melethron."

Glorfindel reluctantly left Elrond's room, wanting to stay close
instead. After closing the door behind him, he leaned against the wall
and rested his forehead against the stone. /By the Valar, I love him,
but I do not know how to show him.../ The truth was that he was scared
of displeasing his new lover, the first lover he had had in centuries.
He had never been good at the dating game and now he felt inadequate.
Elrond knew what to do, what to say... but he didn't. 

"The bath," reminded Glorfindel himself. At least this he could do for
Elrond without getting flustered and shy. Glorfindel straightened out
his clothes, only now realizing he had forgotten to put his boots back
on. "Robes, he will want some clean robes as well..." Busying himself he
hoped to forget his insecurity for now.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

/By the Valar! What was I thinking, assuming I could do this without
getting flustered and shy?/ Glorfindel hadn't counted on Elrond's wish
to help him bathe, assuming one of the servants, or maybe Elrohir, would
assist the half-Elf. But Elrond had asked him personally! 

"Lean against me..." Elrond complied and Glorfindel gritted his teeth as
Elrond's bare chest made contact with his. He had removed his shirt, not
wanting to get it wet while assisting Elrond and now he had to remove
his lover's leggings, which would leave Elrond utterly naked. 

Elrond privately chided himself for enjoying Glorfindel's nervousness.
"Calm down, I trust you to take good care of me."

Glorfindel nodded, swallowed hard, and lifted Elrond in his arms. The
half-Elf rested his head against his chest and Glorfindel slowly lowered
his charge into the warm water, careful to rest Elrond's feet on the
board that was placed over the foot end of the tub. He had tried to make
things more comfortable for Elrond by placing a pillow on it. "Will this
do?" he asked anxiously, ready to carry Elrond back to his bed in case
his lover was in pain. 

"I can manage..." Elrond was surprised when Glorfindel picked up a
washing cloth, creating a lather and running the cloth over his face.
One of his fantasies was coming true. The slow strokes were entrancing
and he couldn't help but stare at Glorfindel's face. 

Glorfindel noticed the hypnotizing look directed at him, but
concentrated on his task. After cleaning Elrond's chest, he moved on to
his arms. "Do you want me to wash your hair as well?"

Elrond nodded, not trusting his voice to sound steady when he spoke. 

Glorfindel opened a glass flask, poured some oil into his hands and
massaged Elrond's scalp. Soft, pleased moans escaped Elrond and
Glorfindel fought the blush that was trying to spread across his face.
Using a bowl, he rinsed the now soft and shiny dark hair and wrapped a
towel around the long strands. If Elrond desired it, he would comb and
braid it later. "Still comfortable?"

"Aye..." purred Elrond. He had closed his eyes, enjoying the attention,
but now they opened slowly. He was growing aroused and it showed through
the surface of the water. Had Glorfindel noticed?

Aye, Glorfindel had noticed and felt at a loss for what to do. "Elrond?"


Large blue eyes met his and Elrond smiled reassuringly. "I cannot help
desire you and your touch awakens my passion for you." He licked his
lips, hoping Glorfindel would lean in and kiss him. 
Which he did. Glorfindel slowly brushed Elrond's lips, gasping as his
lover parted his teeth, allowing him to explore. He accepted the
invitation and wrapped his tongue around Elrond's, slowly intertwining
in a passionate encounter. 
The kiss almost made Elrond come. "Ai, Glorfindel! You drive me insane
with passion..."

Glorfindel claimed Elrond's lips once more, gathering his courage as his
hand slipped beneath the water. Elrond unexpectedly suckled his tongue,
and Glorfindel curled his fingers around his lover's erection, stroking
slowly. 

Elrond broke the kiss, staring at Glorfindel in pleased disbelief. He
hadn't expected Glorfindel to make this particular step, and he was
determined to enjoy it. His fingers tangled in the blond locks, pulling
Glorfindel as close as possible, deepening the kiss his lover had
instigated. His body sung with sudden release as Glorfindel brought him
to orgasm. His eyes widened and he tensed in his lover's arms as ecstasy
swept through him. 

Glorfindel marveled at the expression in Elrond's eyes. The half-Elf bit
his bottom lip, groaning softly. "I love you... I always did..."
whispered Elrond blissfully.

Elrond placed one hand at the back of Glorfindel's neck and allowed his
lover to lift him. Water dripped from his body, and he finally felt
refreshed and strengthened. "Your touch meant the world to me..." 

Glorfindel nodded awkwardly, placed Elrond on the bed and dried his
lover's skin. He made sure the bandages were still dry and then fetched
Elrond's robe. After helping the half Elf to sit upright, he draped the
robes over his lover's shoulder. "I want to give you pleasure," admitted
Glorfindel nervously, "but..."

"I understand." Elrond caressed a blond lock. "Will you comb and braid
my hair?" 

Glorfindel nodded, thankful that Elrond wasn't going to push discussing
his feelings. "I will." He sat behind Elrond, parted his legs and pulled
his lover's back to his chest. "Lean against me." 

Elrond enjoyed being this close to his lover and concentrated on feeling
Glorfindel's fingers move through his hair. "I am glad I kissed you that
day, even if it resulted in Ugluk capturing me. Without that kiss I
would never have known you loved me..." 

Glorfindel remained quiet, combing and braiding Elrond's hair. He hoped
that Elrond wouldn't turn to look at him, because then the half-Elf
would see the tears flowing down his face. /You should never have been
captured in the first place.../ 

Glorfindel's touch was soothing, and soon Elrond drifted off into a deep
and healing sleep. 

Glorfindel finished braiding the dark hair and realized that his lover
had fallen asleep. He laid Elrond down, took his place at his lover's
side and held him close, muttering softly. "I love you... I really do."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elladan returned from the border control and quickly sought out his
brother to tell him that no Orcs or Uruk-Hai had been sighted, which
reassured him they were safe for the moment. First he went to Elrohir's
room, but finding it empty he decided to go to Elrond's chambers next.
Maybe Elrohir was looking after their father?

"Elladan! Back so soon?" Elrohir smiled, walked up to his brother and
gave him a quick hug. 

"I encountered no threats, so I returned early. I was looking for you.
How does Ada fare?"

"Ah, you should look at them. They are...--cute--." Elrohir grinned and
pushed the door ajar. 

"Elrohir..." Elladan sighed, not eager to learn about his father's love
life. Reluctantly he peeked inside. 

Elrond was on his back, tucked in beneath a blanket. Glorfindel lay on
his side next to Elrond, the blond's head resting on Elrond's chest.
Elrond had wrapped both arms around Glorfindel and suddenly Elladan
realized why Elrohir found them 'cute'. Glorfindel's fingers tangled in
Elrond's hair, tightly clutching at long strands. "Aye, I have to agree
they look..."

"You can say it," said Elrohir encouragingly. "They look --cute--."

Elladan sighed once more. "I made you say if for me. But seriously, how
is Ada?"

"Better." Elrohir smiled warmly at his father. "A healer came to check
his ankles and complimented Glorfindel on a job well done. Ada needs
time to recover, and now that Glorfindel and he have admitted their
feelings, I suspect Ada will recover quickly."

Elladan nodded. "Good. That means I am not needed here. I want to
inspect the Western borders tomorrow. I am not letting Saruman's
creatures invade Imladris."  

Elrohir approved. "I will keep an eye on them."

"And how did Lurtz fare at the healing house?" Elrohir had told him he
would accompany the Uruk-Hai instead of Legolas, who had joined Elladan
for the patrol. 

"The healers are doing their best, but the procedure is painful. They
started today but it will take them at least one week to finish. Maybe
you should tell Legolas to stay with Lurtz instead of joining you
again." Elrohir looked troubled. "Lurtz finds it difficult to reconcile
his looks with his changed character."

"I will tell Legolas... Now close the door and let us eat. I am hungry."


Elrohir smiled at his father and then closed the door. His stomach
growled, reminding him that he had barely eaten himself. "Let us head
for the kitchen then!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elrond blinked once after Elrohir closed the door. Looking at his love,
who was resting safely in his arms, he felt relieved that his sons
approved of this relationship. Smiling, he pressed a chaste kiss to
Glorfindel's hair and allowed himself to fall asleep again.

TBC

Beta read by Ilye, thank you so much.
Note; Adar means father, is more formal, while Ada could be compared to
dad or daddy and is more informal.



Part 3
The Rescue
 
 
Glorfindel had tightly curled his fingers around Elrond's hair, and his
hands occasionally twitched, waking Elrond from his sleep. Adoringly
Elrond searched Glorfindel's vacant eyes, wondering what his lover was
dreaming about. His stomach growled unexpectedly, telling him it
demanded nourishment. When had they eaten last? 
 
"Nîn ind, it is time to wake up." Elrond lovingly caressed the blond's
brow, hoping the cobalt eyes would quickly fill with recognition. 
 
Glorfindel blinked once, twice and startled slightly at seeing the
hungry expression in Elrond's eyes. Was something wrong? 
 
"I am hungry, and so are you; you probably just did not pay it any
attention." Elrond absentmindedly fingered a lock of blond hair. "You
know, I won't cope well with being confined to bed."
 
Glorfindel blushed. "There are certain ways to make your stay in bed
more pleasurable."
 
"Are you offering, melme?" Elrond's interest was piqued. "I must admit
you surprised me by giving me such pleasure last night. Did you enjoy
touching me like that?" 
 
Glorfindel nervously cleared his throat. "Aye..." His eyes darted
quickly from Elrond's face to the wall and back again. 
 
"Do you still feel shy? I thought you had taken the first step to do
away with that last night."
 
"It is not that easy," admitted Glorfindel. "It has been so long and I
am afraid to disappoint you."
 
"You cannot disappoint me, nîn bellas." Elrond reminded himself to go
slowly with Glorfindel. They had all the time in the world to get to
know each other more intimately. There was no need to rush this. "Would
you get me some fruit and Lembas from the kitchen?" He could ask one of
the servants, but he wasn't sure if Glorfindel wanted to be seen in his
private chambers - or, to be more exact, in his bed. Maybe Glorfindel
needed more time to work through this. 
 
"But of course!" Glorfindel wanted to desperately please Elrond and in
his enthusiasm he nearly jumped to his feet, only just in time
remembering not to make any sudden movements near Elrond; his lover's
ankles were still healing. "Fruit and Lembas? Maybe some wine or hot tea
as well?"
 
Elrond nodded thankfully. "Aye, I would like that." Slowly he leaned in
closer, gently claimed Glorfindel's lips, and he felt delighted when his
lover passionately returned the kiss, even briefly deepening it. /It
won't take you long to get over your shyness, melethron./
 
Glorfindel untangled himself from Elrond, slipped into his shirt and
looked longingly at Elrond. "Is there anything else you need?"
 
"You... in my bed as quickly as possible. Now hurry." The blush that
appeared on Glorfindel's face amused Elrond. "Hurry!"
 
Glorfindel hurried to the kitchen, piled several pieces of fruit on a
plate, retrieved some Lembas, brewed hot tea and placed a flask with
Imladris' best wine on a tray. 
 
Elrond grinned at his lover's hasty return. He patted the space next to
him and Glorfindel sat down, placing the tray next to him. Elrond
selected some berries and began eating them. "Open up," he instructed,
seeing Glorfindel's amused expression. His lover was relaxed, feeling
more confident, and Elrond used that opportunity to slip a cherry past
the blond's lips.
 
Glorfindel gulped, blushed and averted his eyes. "I cannot help it..."
he said apologetically. "I do not know why I am acting in this way."
 
Elrond shushed Glorfindel, slowly sliding a fingertip along the blond's
lips. "You need time and I am more than willing to give it to you. Do
not trouble yourself."
 
Glorfindel nodded thoughtfully, selected a strawberry, dipped it into
the wine and offered it to Elrond. Just when Elrond went to take a bite
out of it, he pulled it away, teasing his lover. He closely monitored
Elrond's reaction, afraid to do something that would displease the raven
haired Lord of Imladris. 
 
Elrond felt delighted, seeing Glorfindel grow a little more daring, but
two could play at this game! One arm came up behind Glorfindel's back,
pulling him close. 
 
Glorfindel decided to play it safe, and placed the fruit at Elrond's
lips, letting it slide past the parted teeth. Seeing Elrond lick his
lips suggestively made his groin stir, and he felt shy once more. "I am
neglecting my duties..."
 
Elrond interrupted him. "Aye, you are... You should be kissing me
instead." 
 
Glorfindel timidly leaned in closer and brushed Elrond's lips. "Nay,
Elrond, I should be guarding Imladris' borders. Elladan and Elrohir are
too inexperienced to perform that task." 
 
Elrond sighed. "Will you hurry back to me?"
 
"Always!" promised Glorfindel passionately. 
 
/You could not hide the fact that you love me even if you wanted to,/
realized Elrond. /It is beyond me why I never saw that expression in
your eyes. You were close all these years and I never noticed.../ 
 
"I can find Elrohir or Erestor to keep you company... to keep you from
boredom," said Glorfindel teasingly, slowly growing more confident. "And
I --will--hurry back to you."
 
"I know, melme..."
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
"I don't want you with me in the room when they work on my teeth,"
announced Lurtz firmly. 
 
"But..." Legolas shook his head. 
 
"No, you will listen to me... Just this one time. I don't want you to
see them work on my fangs." Lurtz resolutely raised a hand to silence
Legolas. "I'll meet you again at sunset."
 
Legolas stubbornly stared at his mate. "But I want to help!"
 
Lurtz sighed deeply. "You have no idea how much you are already helping
me, but please indulge me in this matter." 
 
Legolas stared at Lurtz, contemplating objecting again, but he realized
Lurtz was determined to do this alone. "I will come for you at
sunset..." Legolas looked at Lurtz, wishing he could take away the
feelings of shame that flooded his mate. "You are no longer who you
were, Lurtz. You changed. Do not torment yourself over your past. There
is nothing you can do to change it, but you can look toward the future."
 
"--You-- are my future, Elf..." Lurtz fingered a braid, playing with it.
"Thank you for not fighting me on this. It is very important to me that
you understand that I am not shutting you out, but... this is personal.
This is something --I-- must overcome."
 
Legolas understood to a certain degree. "I hope the day will come when
you can allow me close, Lurtz..." Hopefully one day Lurtz would share
his fears, and draw strength from him to conquer them. /You do not have
to do this alone, but you are not yet ready to lean on me.../ Legolas
leaned into the caress when Lurtz thoughtfully rubbed his cheek. "I will
suffer with you," assured Legolas his mate. "And my heart will beat
frantically until you return to my side."
 
Lurtz smiled, placed his lips against Legolas' brow and brushed the soft
skin. "I love you, Elf." Lurtz then drew in a deep breath and entered
the Healing House. 
 
Legolas bowed his head in temporary defeat. How could he convince Lurtz
to let him share this burden?
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Thranduil travelled fast, not even stopping during the night to rest.
"Tuor, fly like the wind and take me to Imladris." His stallion reared,
and carried his rider closer to Imladris' borders. 
 
/I cannot reveal my real identity at Imladris, at least not until I
found out if this Lurtz is a good mate for my son. It is best to use
another name, one that cannot be linked to me. I will call myself
Hynduil to ensure no one realizes my true identity. I must be
particularly careful around Glorfindel, Elrond and Erestor, should I
encounter them. No one may know I am at Imladris. Elrond would not be
pleased if I managed to sneak into his home./ 
 
He was approaching Imladris' western borders, not expecting to meet
anyone for hours and he looked about, admiring the beauty of the land.
Looking down, he realized it had been a good decision to exchange his
green robes for a brown tunic. A hood covered his face, making sure his
features weren't revealed against his will. Not many Elves in Imladris
would remember his face, but he didn't dare risk it. 
 
"Ah, Legolas, now I remember why you love to roam Middle Earth. It is a
beautiful day and I can briefly forget about the foul creatures Saruman
sent to destroy us. For a brief moment I can be an Elf, nothing more,
nothing less." 
 
The trees whispered a welcome and he returned the greeting, feeling
oddly at home on Elrond's territory. "I wonder what Legolas will say
when he finally realizes I am here..." 
 
He considered taking a short break after all. The sun shone invitingly
and the trees' branches seemed to reach out to him, pleading with him to
stay a little longer. 
 
In the end, Thranduil dismounted and sat down against the trunk of a
tree, letting its branches provide him with a pleasant shade. The sun
managed to touch his fingertips as he spread them and dug into the
earth, connecting with the land. "The trees are old and wise... The sun
chases the clouds. I will enjoy the peace they offer me." He briefly
closed his eyes and felt truly content. "If only I could share this with
my sons..."
 
Sudden noise drew his attentions. Screams, shouts and growls sounded to
his right. The sound of hooves echoed through the sky and arrows
swooshed through the air. 
 
Thranduil jumped to his feet, mounting Tuor and straining to see what
was causing the noise. "One rider... and he is being chased by Orcs and
Uruk-Hai!" The dark-haired rider was greatly outnumbered, trying to
fight off ten of Saruman's creatures. "The Elfling does not stand a
chance." The rider was young, but apparently well trained in handling a
sword. "A young life like that should not end like this!"
 
Aiming his arrows carefully, they left his hands, bringing death to the
Orc that had managed to pull the youngster from his horse. Tuor galloped
toward the pack of Orcs, reared and gave Thranduil the time he needed to
draw his trusted sword, which had been idle for much too long. Thranduil
beheaded one Orc, slashed the throat of a Uruk-Hai and finally reached
the dark-haired Elf who was struggling against another growling
Uruk-Hai. A dagger flashed in the sunlight and Thranduil grew infuriated
at seeing blood spilled like this. The youngster was wounded, but seemed
determined to stay on his feet and fight. 
 
Thranduil's eyes flashed angrily, taking out another Orc. The leader of
the pack eyed him suspiciously, but seemed hesitant to continue the
attack. Thranduil used that opportunity and cleaved the Uruk-Hai's head.
"Your leader is dead!" roared Thranduil, glaring at the remaining
attackers, who retreated immediately, leaving the dark-haired Elf
behind. 
 
"Aye, run, you cowards, run straight back to Saruman!" Thranduil
dismounted and walked over the dark-haired Elf, who was leaning against
his horse for support. His eyes scanned the youngster for injuries. A
nasty gash above the right eye explained why the Elf was swaying on his
feet and another gash showed on his right upper arm, which was bleeding
profusely.  "I should tend to that." Thranduil reached for the young Elf
and frowned when the youngster moved away from him. /And why does he
look vaguely familiar to me?/
 
"Peace, my friend. I do not mean you any harm. Sit down before you
fall." Thranduil found a piece of fabric among the things Valthoron had
packed for him, which would now serve as a bandage. "Sit down," repeated
Thranduil, but seeing the misty expression in the grey eyes, he decided
not to wait for the youngster to comply. He took hold of the Elf's left
arm and pulled him down. The younger Elf sat reluctantly, looking at him
with a dazed look. It was then that he realized that the hood had
slipped, revealing his features. 

Thranduil bandaged the upper arm, making sure it was bound tightly
enough to stop, or at least slow, the bleeding. "What are you doing out
here on your own?" Placing his right hand on the dark hair, he studied
the nasty gash. 
 
"Checking... the borders..."
 
"Are you dizzy? Do you have a headache?" The unfocused stare in those
grey eyes worried him. 
 
"Nay, but I do feel... sick..." 
 
Thranduil reacted at once, folding an arm around the youngster's
shoulder when he started to empty his stomach. "And nauseous as well."
This young Elf should be at home, not inspecting the borders! Where were
his fellows? Surely Elrond didn't send his men on border patrol alone?
He waited for the dry heaves to stop and then helped the other Elf to
his feet. "I will take you home. And you should see a healer at once." 
 
"I do not know if... I can mount my horse..." 
 
Thranduil smiled; this youngster reminded him of Legolas for some
reason. "You will probably fall off again."
 
"I do not... fall off horses."
 
Thranduil recalled a similar argument.  /I do not fall out of trees,
Ada!/ And yet Legolas had tumbled down. /But he was only ten years old,
much too young to climb trees without proper supervision./ 
 
"Then I will help you." Thranduil kept one arm folded around the
youngster's waist and lifted him, cautiously placing him on Tuor's back.

 
"What are you... doing?" 
 
Thranduil mounted, slipping behind the younger Elf. "I will take you to
the Healing House where they can tend to your wounds..." He made sure
the other horse followed and then turned his attention back to the
injured Elf. "You were lucky I came along..." The younger Elf finally
rested his back against his savior's chest. "Now that you are fairly
comfortable allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hynduil and my
business takes me to Imladris."
 
"I am... Elladan... and..." he fainted, unable to battle the tormenting
headache any longer. 
 
"Elladan?" Thranduil raised an eyebrow. "Elrond's son? I rescued
Elrond's son?" His frown deepened. Elrond and he had never been able to
get along, and he had hoped to leave Imladris without Elrond ever
noticing his presence. That might be impossible now. 
 
"Elladan, know that you fought well, but your father should not allow
you to venture out alone..." His parental instincts surfaced, telling
him to care for Elrond's son like he were his own. After all, Legolas
had found a place at Elrond's house, and he now lived there with Lurtz.
Elrond had welcomed his youngest son. /I will care for your son, Elrond,
but I will not reveal myself to him... To Elladan I will be Hynduil and
after taking him to the Healing House my responsibility ends./ 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 

"Elrohir?" Legolas hurried to Elrohir's side, quickly supporting his
friend. "What ails you?" Elrohir was pale, his body shook violently and
one hand supported his head, like he was suffering from a headache. 
 
"It is Elladan. Something happened to him. He is injured... By the
Valar, what happened?" Shocked, Elrohir stared at his shaking hands. "My
right arm hurts and my head feels heavy..."
 
"But Elladan is still alive?" questioned Legolas quickly. 
 
"Aye, I can still sense him. He is alive." Elrohir desperately tried to
compose himself. "Ada, does he feel it as well?" Frantically, he looked
at the staircase, expecting to see Elrond run toward him, but his father
was unable to walk. "Legolas, I need to see him. Help me to his rooms."
 
Legolas slung an arm around Elrohir's waist and practically dragged him
upstairs. When they reached Elrond's rooms, they heard soft groans and
Glorfindel's concerned voice.
 
"Elrond, why are you in pain? Please, tell me!" Glorfindel's gaze
flashed to the door when it opened and his eyes widened, seeing Elrohir
in pain as well. "Put him on the bed, next to his father," instructed
Glorfindel.
 
Legolas complied and pushed some pillows behind Elrohir's back to enable
his friend to sit upright. 
 
Elrohir immediately turned to his father. Seeing Elrond's worried
expression, he realized his father knew what had happened to Elladan as
well. He carefully hugged Elrond close, savoring the returned embrace as
his father's arms held him tight. "It is Elladan...."
 
"But he is still alive..." finished Elrond. Trying to hide his distress,
his eyes came to rest on Glorfindel. "Please find my son. I would search
for him myself, but my ankles..."
 
Glorfindel was already getting dressed, slipping into his shirt and
boots. "I will find him, Elrond. I promise..." 
 
"I am coming with you," announced Legolas, wishing there was time to
tell Lurtz that he couldn't meet his lover at sunset. But finding
Elladan was now his first priority. 
 
Glorfindel locked eyes with Elrond, and then turned to address Legolas.
"Nay, I want you to stay here and look after them." Legolas was about to
protest, but Glorfindel shook his head once. "I need you here, Legolas,
to care for my family."
 
Elrond's eyes sparkled briefly, pleased that Glorfindel referred to them
as his family. But then he focused on comforting his son, stroking the
dark hair. He knew the twins were close, and he expected Elrohir to
sense his brother's discomfort. "He will return to us, Elrohir. The two
of you won't be separated."
 
Elrohir managed a weak smile. "His pain took me by surprise. I always
sensed his discomfort when he had been injured in some of our bouts, but
I never felt anything like this! It feels like my heart is breaking in
two."
 
"I understand, I understand," soothed Elrond, continuing to stroke his
son's hair and holding him close. 
 
"How is it possible you feel it as well? You never felt our pain
before... did you?" A frown appeared on Elrohir's pale face. "Ada? Did
you feel it in the past and never told us?" His eyes widened. "Ada?"
 
Elrond sighed, realizing he couldn't lie to his son. "I sensed something
in the past, Elrohir, but never this strong."
 
Elrohir shook his head against Elrond's shoulder. "I cannot believe you
never told us!"
 
"I did not want to worry you and... This should be about the two of you.
I should not be included." 
 
"But you are our father! How can you --not-- be included?" 
 
Elrond smiled warmly. "His pain is fading."
 
"Aye, you are right. I no longer feel dizzy and..." Elrohir rested his
head on his father's chest. "I hope Glorfindel quickly finds him."
 
"Glorfindel is the best tracker I ever met. He taught Aragorn how to
read a trail and I am confident Glorfindel will locate that elusive
brother of yours. Do you have any idea where Elladan went?" asked
Legolas, standing next to the window. He caught a glimpse of Glorfindel
and his escort leaving Imladris and he turned about to check on Elrond
and Elrohir. Not wanting to infringe, he watched father and son from a
distance.
 
"He wanted to inspect the western borders..." Elrohir frowned. "I told
him to not go out there alone."
 
"He is alone? Elbereth watch over him!" Elrond suddenly felt guilty for
not paying attention to what was going on in his home. He should have
stopped Elladan from leaving, but instead he had focused his attention
on Glorfindel. "I am sorry," he mumbled guiltily and he privately vowed
that this would never happen again. His sons were his responsibility and
he had failed them! 
 
"Ada, do not blame yourself! We are old and wise enough... well, maybe
not wise enough, but certainly old enough to make our own decisions and
to look after ourselves. We are no longer toddlers that depend on you."
Elrohir wanted to shake some sense into Elrond, but didn't. His father
was still recovering from his injuries. "Please do not blame yourself.
This is a war, and in times of war people get hurt."
 
"I should take you to Valinor. Our time here has come to an end," said
Elrond in a melancholy tone. "Galadriel spoke to me in my dreams. The
time of the Elves is ending and we will sail to the Undying Lands. You
will not die in this war!"
 
"That is why our people are packing?" Elrohir had wondered about that.
"But we cannot leave! What about Legolas and Lurtz? The Quest for the
Ring? Does Aragorn not need your support?"
 
"Aragorn is approaching Helm's Deep. The people of Rohan have asked for
help, but none will answer... But maybe I will..." Elrond stopped
talking, realizing he shouldn't burden someone as young as Elrohir with
this. "But enough talk of that... How do you fare, Elrohir? Is the pain
bearable?"
 
Elrohir eyed his father closely. Elrond had let something very important
slip and he needed to think about that later, but first he had to
reassure his father. "I am feeling much better, Ada. It is probably
because you are close. I no longer sense Elladan's pain..."
 
"He might have lost consciousness," suggested Elrond. "By the grace of
the Valar, Glorfindel, find him for me."
 
"Ada? He will." Sensing that his father needed to be comforted as well,
Elrohir wrapped his arms around Elrond until they were locked in a tight
embrace. "I will stay with you until he returns... with Elladan of
course."
 
Elrond swallowed convulsively. /By the Valar, I cannot lose Elladan. I
would be to blame for his death! Please Glorfindel, find him!/
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Lurtz looked up in surprise when Erestor advanced on him. Why had
Elrond's chief advisor come to the Healing House when it was Legolas he
was expecting?
 
"Peace, Lurtz," started Erestor. "Legolas asked me to tell you that he
cannot meet with you here and he asks you to join him instead."
 
Lurtz fell into step beside Erestor, trying to hide the state of his
teeth. Part of them had been smoothed and now resembled normal teeth,
while others were still deadly fangs. "I assume something has happened?"
 
"Correct. Elladan is missing and Glorfindel is searching for him."
Erestor glanced at Lurtz, shivered and reminded himself not to judge the
Uruk-Hai. Since Lurtz had come to Imladris he had done nothing offensive
and had even offered to help when help was needed. He had decided to
give Lurtz a chance to prove himself, but it was hard to look past the
surface. "Glorfindel asked Legolas to took after Lord Elrond and
Elrohir, who are quite distressed."
 
"Understandably so," agreed Lurtz. Erestor stepped to the side and Lurtz
climbed the stairs to Elrond's private chambers. He found Legolas pacing
the corridor, apparently guarding the door. "Erestor told me Elladan is
missing." He opened his arms and Legolas moved into them. 
 
"Elrond and Elrohir can sense his pain... I need to keep a close eye on
them." Legolas looked deeply into Lurtz's eyes, reminding himself that
his mate needed attention as well. "What about your teeth?"
 
Lurtz shrugged. "A few more days."
 
"Will you show me?"
 
Lurtz reluctantly parted his lips, allowing Legolas to glance at his
teeth. 
 
"The ones they worked on resemble normal teeth. You need to be patient."
 
"Patience isn't one of my virtues," said Lurtz half jokingly, trying to
distract Legolas. He didn't want the Elf to see his unease.
 
"Do you have any virtues, then?" Legolas teased him mercilessly. "You
hide them well!"
 
Lurtz finally smiled and hugged Legolas close. "Is there anything I can
do to help?"
 
"Keep me company, Lurtz. If Elladan's pain gets worse, their pain will
also increase. I will look after Elrond in case that happens, you take
care of Elrohir."
 
Lurtz nodded. "We won't let them down."
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
"El... ro... hir... A...da..." Elladan mumbled softly, his voice
slightly slurred. 
 
Thranduil's reply was to tighten his hold on his charge. /Elrond is a
half-Elf, which makes his sons half-Elven as well. Elladan's healing
ability does not compare to mine. I would be healed by now, but not this
young half-Elf. I need to take him to the healers and I should try to
keep him awake./ 
 
"Elladan? Tell me more about yourself." Thranduil's fingers found
Elladan's pulse, which was much too slow. /I cannot let him die.../
"Talk to me, Elladan!"
 
"Ai... What... do... you...want... to know?" Elladan forced himself to
open his eyes and he cocked his head in spite of the horrible pain. His
saviour had the most peculiar and spectacular eyes he had ever seen. The
iris wasn't green, blue, brown or grey, nay, they were silver and
sparkled like the stars set against a dark sky. They almost seemed too
old for the young face, which seemed ageless, and he was at a loss at
guessing the other Elf's age. Something magical and wise clung to the
young face with those ancient eyes. /But he wielded his sword
skilfully... Why does it feel that he is much older than he looks like?/

 
"Tell me about your family." Thranduil pretended ignorance. "Do you have
any siblings?"
 
"A twin... bro...ther... Elro...hir," mumbled Elladan, feeling slightly
confused and disorientated. "Where... are we... go...ing?"
 
"I am taking you home," repeated Thranduil. "So you have a twin brother?
What about your father?" He carefully stayed clear of asking about
Celebrian. 
 
"He... loves us...very much... and he is...wise..." Elladan was no
longer able to hold his savior's stare and leaned back against a strong
shoulder, resting his head there. "His name... is Elrond..."
 
Thranduil shook his head, pretending disbelief. "You are the son of Lord
Elrond?" 
 
"Aye... and he will... want to... thank you for... for..." Elladan
shuddered and his stomach convulsed fiercely. "Sick... a...gain..."
 
Thranduil quickly dismounted, taking Elladan down with him and he held
the young half Elf while Elladan struggled with dry heaves. 
 
"You may have suffered a concussion, Elladan." Thranduil waited for the
dry heaves to stop and then placed Elladan on Tuor's back, sliding
behind Elladan. "How much longer until we reach the healers?"
 
Elladan trembled. "Hours..." 
 
Thranduil wrapped his arms around Elladan, hoping he could keep the
youngster warm. "Tuor, hurry."
 
The stallion increased his speed and Thranduil made sure he had a tight
hold on Elladan, who was drifting asleep again. "Elladan, wake up!"
 
Elladan startled and tensed; his head pounded painfully. Who was keeping
him from falling asleep? He didn't know that voice! "Who... are you?"
 
"I am called Hynduil," repeated Thranduil patiently. "Do not go to
sleep."
 
"Why... not?" Elladan's head lolled from right to left. 
 
"I want you to listen to my voice. Hold on to it when the pain tries to
pull you under again. Look at the trees, feel their ancient power and
look to the sky..." 
 
His savior's melodic voice took on a hypnotic tone which captured him,
making it impossible to doze off again. /Elrohir, Ada... I need you!/
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Elrond flinched, hearing Elladan's pleading voice in his head. One look
at Elrohir told him that his son had heard as well. "Glorfindel will
find him," said Elrond firmly. "You must believe this..."
 
Elrohir nodded weakly. "Is that how you endured Ugluk's torture?"
 
"Aye," said Elrond softly. "I never stopped believing that I would see
my loved ones again... You gave me the strength to endure."
 
"Then I will believe as well, Ada. Glorfindel will find Elladan."
 
Elrond refused to think of what could happen if Glorfindel didn't.
/Please, I do not want to bury my son.../
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
TBC
 
 Beta read by Ilye, thanks!



Part 4
Explorations. 
 
 
 
Thranduil had talked for two hours now, knowing that his voice possessed
the power to keep Elladan from losing consciousness again. He could keep
this up for a few more hours, but what the young half-Elf really needed
was a healer. "What are you thinking about, Elladan?" He had been asking
questions to test if Elladan was still coherent, and so far he had
received logical answers.
 
Elladan found that he couldn't pull away from his savior's voice. He had
forgotten the Elf's name again, but his headache was growing less, for
which he felt immensely thankful. "My brother..."
 
"What was his name again?" Thranduil knew very well it was Elrohir, but
continued to test Elladan's memory, hoping it was still intact. He found
he liked the young half-Elf and worried for Elladan. Hopefully they
would reach Imladris shortly. 
 
"Elrohir," whispered Elladan longingly. "He might... might have felt it
too."
 
"Felt what?" inquired Thranduil curiously. He reached for a small golden
flask and placed it at Elladan's lips. "Drink. The miruvor will
strengthen you, and it is still a long ride to Imladris."
 
Elladan drank hastily, feeling thirsty. He almost protested when his
savior removed the flask from his lips, attaching it to his belt again. 
 
"Felt what?" repeated Thranduil. The half-Elf seemed to be recovering
little by little and he hoped Elladan would continue to make progress.
He still had one arm wrapped around Elladan's waist, making sure the
youngster couldn't slip from Tuor's back accidentally. 
 
"When we were little... he felt my pain and I felt his... He probably
knows something is wrong... and has sent out search parties..." Tired,
Elladan rested his head against a strong shoulder. "I wanted to thank
you for coming to my aid... I was very fortunate indeed... They would
have killed me... And I do not want Ada to suffer... through that...
especially now he is hurt."
 
Thranduil frowned. Elrond was injured? He was tempted to ask, but feared
making Elladan suspicious so he kept his questions to himself. He would
find a way to satisfy his curiosity once they were safe at Imladris. 
 
"Keep talking to me, Elladan." Thranduil looked at the darkening sky,
hoping the clouds wouldn't bring rain. He couldn't afford to stop and
seek shelter; they would be soaking wet when they finally arrived at
Imladris. The trees whispered to him, telling him a large party of Elves
was approaching. /Probably the search party Elladan mentioned./ Pulling
up the hood, he hid in its shadow, determined to keep his identity a
secret. "Elladan, tell me about your family, friends, adventures. I do
not care what you talk about as long as I hear your voice."
 
Elladan nodded, understanding why he wasn't allowed to fall asleep. "It
all started when... when Legolas..."
 
Thranduil tensed slightly, hearing his son's name, but forced himself to
listen instead of questioning Elladan. 
 
"He was injured and... and an Uruk-Hai brought him... to Imladris... It
was the strangest thing... Lurtz, that is his name... seemed to care
about Legolas... Did I already mention he is... Uruk-Hai?"
 
"Aye, you did." Thranduil felt pleased to learn that Lurtz had brought
his son to the healers of Imladris, but now he wanted to hear the rest
of the story. 
 
"Legolas recovered... I did not believe him when he told me he was in
love... with Lurtz... I had an even harder time... believing Lurtz
returned those feelings... but then Lurtz ran and Legolas followed
him... Ai, Ada! Then Ada got captured and tortured by Ugluk... I hate
those Uruk-Hai! We killed them all!" 
 
Thranduil wasn't sure he understood correctly. "Legolas chased Lurtz?"
Well, that did sound an awful lot like his youngest son! Legolas knew
exactly what he wanted and wouldn't stop at anything to get it. 
 
"Aye... but things went horribly wrong and Ada - he cannot walk, you
know - Lurtz helped Ada escape and took a... knife for Legolas..."
 
Thranduil nodded once. It almost sounded like Legolas had made the right
choice when taking Lurtz for a mate, but he still wanted to meet his
son's love in person. 
 
/Thranduil, they are approaching... They are coming for the young
one.../ The trees whispered softly, keeping Thranduil informed. 
 
Thranduil inclined his head in answer, and he silently thanked the trees
for this information, whispering soft words. Even after all these
millennia he still marveled at the trees' ancient wisdom. He had always
drawn his strength from the land and the trees, and offered his life
force in return when the wood needed it. The trees had taught him so
much - were still teaching him - and he always listened to and heeded
their advice. 
 
Elladan leaned heavily against him. If he wanted more details, he had to
ask his questions now before the search party arrived. "Why was Elrond
tortured, Elladan?"
 
"They wanted to invade Imladris... and Ada knows its defenses," mumbled
Elladan, feeling entranced every time he heard his savior's voice. 
 
"In what way is Elrond injured?" Aye, he heard the approaching riders
and told Tuor to halt and turn around. 
 
"They broke his ankles..." Elladan's eyes slipped shut. Not even that
hypnotic voice could keep him from slipping into sleep much longer. 
 
Thranduil trembled with anger at hearing Elladan's answer. /They broke
his ankles?/ "And yet you trust this Lurtz?"
 
"He... is... different..." breathed Elladan, finally losing
consciousness. 
 
Thranduil cursed privately, feeling the half-Elf slip away from him. But
at least his most important questions had been answered. Now he stared
at the approaching party, making out Glorfindel at the lead. It was a
good thing he had pulled his hood back into place, for Glorfindel would
instantly recognize him. He waited for Glorfindel to come to a halt in
front of him. 
 
/By the Valar, he is worried./ Thranduil effortlessly read the
expression in Glorfindel's eyes. The blond had one hand on the hilt of
his sword and his other was already reaching for Elladan. "Peace,
meldir, he is not seriously wounded."
 
Glorfindel sighed, relieved at seeing Elladan's eyelids flutter. "I will
look after him," offered Glorfindel, eager to check on Elladan himself.
During the last few hours he had been horrorstricken, scared he would
find Elladan dead. Taking Elladan's dead body back to Elrond would have
devastated him, for he blamed himself as well. If he had insisted on
returning to his duties earlier, none of this would have happened. But
nay, he had been selfish in keeping Elrond to himself.
 
"I would advise against moving him," said Thranduil concerned. "He is no
burden to me and I will follow you to Imladris."
 
Glorfindel cocked his head, suddenly alert. That voice sounded familiar
to him, but he couldn't identify it. "Follow me, then, and tell me what
happened. Where did you find him?"
 
"A pack of Orcs and Uruk-Hai attacked and injured him. I passed by and
helped him defeat them. The cowardly creatures ran once their leader had
been killed." Thranduil watched Glorfindel closely. The blond's eyes
darted nervously and his hands twitched, holding the reins. "Do not
worry for the young one. He (only?) suffered a blow to his head and one
to his arm. He will recover quickly once the healers have tended to
him."
 
"I am so relieved I found him... alive," admitted Glorfindel. "I dreaded
taking his dead body to his father." Glorfindel wondered why the hood
remained up. Was Elladan's savior trying to hide something from him?
"But where are my manners? I am Glorfindel and Lord Elrond will be
eternally grateful that you saved his son from certain death." /You have
no idea how grateful I am to see Elladan alive! Elrond, melme, your son
is alive!/ 
 
Thranduil nodded once. "My name is Hynduil. I was on my way home to
Mirkwood when I encountered the young one." He closely observed
Glorfindel; the blond realized that something didn't add up. "I will
continue my journey home once this youngster has returned to the house
of his father."
 
"You will be our guest then," said Glorfindel, trying to identity that
voice. There was something bewitching about its tone. 
 
"I am honored." Thranduil's cloak had slipped and he wrapped it around
Elladan once more. "How long before we reach Imladris?"
 
"Two more hours at least..." He signaled his escort to follow them,
hoping they wouldn't encounter any of Saruman's creatures. He wanted
Elladan to see a healer as quickly as possible. Watching Elladan, he saw
the twin's lips move. 
 
"El...rohir..."
 
Thranduil pulled Elladan closer. "You and your brother will be reunited
shortly. Do not doubt that you will see him and your father again..." He
repeated the words, and then continued to whisper soft assurances,
ignoring the curious looks Glorfindel was giving him. When Valthoron and
Legolas had been much younger, his voice had soothed his sons, and he
wanted to comfort Elladan as well. "Stay awake, Elladan. Your brother
and father are already awaiting your return."
 
Glorfindel realized what Hynduil was doing and gave the other Elf a
thankful look. "Thank you for soothing him."
 
Thranduil nodded once. "It is nothing. I have two sons myself and this
one reminds me of my youngest."
 
Glorfindel remained close to Elladan, occasionally looking away to
estimate the progress they were making. "One more hour... Can you keep
that up?"
 
Thranduil simply continued to murmur soothingly, letting Elladan soak up
his body heat. "Aye, I can."
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Legolas noticed Glorfindel's return first. "Lurtz, they have returned! I
will alert Elrond and Elrohir." Seeing Lurtz's confused expression, he
added, "Meet Glorfindel and lead them here!"
 
Lurtz nodded reluctantly, wondering why he couldn't look after Elrond
and Elrohir instead. Sighing, he descended the stairs to meet
Glorfindel. 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Legolas opened the door and hurried towards father and son. "Elrond,
Elrohir, I bring joyful news! Glorfindel has returned and Elladan is
with him!" 
 
Elrond's eyes flashed with hope, but then it faded again. 
 
Elrohir noticed his father's dark mood. "Remember what you told me;
believe." Elrohir had wrapped one arm around his father, and he placed
more pillows behind his father's back, ensuring Elrond sat comfortably
upright. 
 
Elrond slowly moistened his lips and met Legolas' gaze. "By Elbereth,
tell me the truth. Is my son still alive?"
 
"Aye," said Legolas softly. "He is alive." 
 
Elrond trembled violently and a tear escaped his eyes. "Alive? He is
alive?"
 
Elrohir gently scolded his father. "Ada, you know he is alive. We can
both sense his life force. Do not do torment yourself like this."
 
"I want Elladan in my arms... I need proof," whispered Elrond in an
upset tone. 
 
"And you will have him in your arms again..." soothed Elrohir. What was
taking Glorfindel so long?
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
 
Glorfindel quickly dismounted and then turned to Elladan's savior. "I
will take him to his father."
 
Thranduil leaned forward and gently lowered Elladan into Glorfindel's
waiting arms. "He should see a healer."
 
"Aye, you are right. Lord Elrond is in no condition to tend to his son."
Glorfindel looked about and spotted Lurtz, who stood waiting near the
staircase. "Lurtz? I need your assistance."
 
Thranduil looked carefully, seeing the Uruk-Hai approach. Lurtz was
dressed in brown robes and his long, black hair was braided... Mirkwood
style. He grinned, his features hidden beneath the cloak. /I bet Legolas
'convinced' Lurtz to wear it that way. Legolas probably braided it
himself./ In appearance, Lurtz resembled the Uruk-Hai that had attacked
Elladan earlier, but the difference was in the dark eyes, not just in
the clothes and his hairstyle. A solid strength was housed in that
muscular body, and yet Thranduil encountered a remarkably tender
expression in Lurtz's eyes. /He is a young soul; he came into existence
not so long ago./
 
"Can I help?" enquired Lurtz softly as his eyes settled on Elladan.
Dried blood clung to Elladan's brow and although the gash was closing, a
few droplets of blood dripped down his face. 
 
"Lurtz, would you go to the Healing House and fetch a healer?"
Glorfindel started for the stairs, eager to reunite Elrond's family. 
 
"Of course," said Lurtz, turning around and walking toward the Healing
House. 
 
Thranduil raised an eyebrow at Lurtz's eagerness to help. In his long
life he had gathered much wisdom, and his instincts told him that Lurtz
was trying to redeem himself, maybe even pay for past mistakes. /He is
too eager to please.../ 
 
"Please follow me, Hynduil," said Glorfindel, climbing the stairs.
Elladan moaned softly and he cradled the twin closer to his chest.
 
Thranduil complied, following Glorfindel as the blond headed for
Elrond's rooms. /It has been centuries since I was here last./ As he
reached the landing, he caught sight of Legolas, who approached them in
a hurry. 
 
"Good, you are back! Elrond and Elrohir need to see Elladan now!"
Legolas stepped aside and Glorfindel rushed inside. Legolas noticed the
stranger at Glorfindel's side, but didn't pay much attention to it,
figuring that Glorfindel trusted the stranger if the seneschal had led
him here. 
 
Elrond sat upright in bed, supported by several pillows. He cursed the
fact that he couldn't walk; now he had to wait for Glorfindel to bring
him his son!
 
Elrohir immediately headed for Glorfindel, released a relieved sigh, and
pushed his arms beneath his twin's knees and back, cradling him. "You
are still alive... But what did you do to yourself?" He needed this one
moment to convince himself that his brother was still alive before
handing Elladan to their father. Placing Elladan on the bed next to
Elrond, he found that tears were making their way down his father's
face. 
 
"Elladan..." Elrond's voice cracked, afraid to believe that his son was
still alive. "What happened to him?" Elrond placed his hand on Elladan's
brow, cautiously wiping away dried blood. 
 
"Orcs and Uruk-Hai attacked him, but he was rescued just in time by
Hynduil." Glorfindel signaled the other Elf to step closer to the bed.
"He cared for Elladan after the fight and they were on their way to
Imladris when we found them." 
 
Elrond forced himself to look away from Elladan and to thank Hynduil for
helping his son. Looking up, he briefly frowned, finding the Elf's
features hidden beneath a hood. "You are among friends here," whispered
Elrond, hoping Hynduil didn't mistrust them. 
 
Thranduil quickly found an excuse for wearing the hood. "Forgive me,
Lord Elrond," he started in a much heavier tone than his normal voice,
"But I suffered scars from previous fights and they are not pleasant to
look at." His eyes shifted from Elrond to Legolas and he was pleased to
find his son in such good health. The light of his son's soul had never
burned brighter before. /He is happy./ Then his gaze returned to Elrond,
taking in the half-Elf's eyes battered appearance. Bruises and a gash
showed on Elrond's face and he knew what the blanket was hiding: mending
ankles. 
 
"I want to thank you for saving my son's life. If there is anything I
can do to repay this debt... " started Elrond, looking fondly at
Elladan, who was resting in his arms. He had been afraid he would never
hold his son in his arms again! 
 
"There is no debt," said Thranduil, taking great care to speak in a
different tone from that which Legolas was used to. "When he was
conscious he proved to be a very charming and intelligent youngster."
 
Elrond smiled at the compliment. "You mean an impulsive and stubborn
youngster." 
 
Thranduil smiled silently within the confines of his hood. /We do have
something in common; our sons. We care for our sons.../ 
 
A knock on the door signaled Lurtz's return and a healer quickly moved
into the room to examine Elladan. Elrond watched carefully as the healer
tended to his son's injuries and he briefly glanced at Hynduil again,
wondering why he felt like he should know the other Elf. Seeing Elrohir
wring his hands, he smiled warmly at him. "Elladan will be fine..."
 
Elrohir nodded gratefully, and realized that both Elrond and Glorfindel
were transfixed, staring at Elladan. That meant he had to take on the
role of host. "Hynduil, would you do us the honor of staying at Imladris
until my father and my brother have sufficiently recovered to properly
thank you?"
 
"No thanks are needed," said Thranduil. His eyes caught Legolas moving
closer to Lurtz, placing a hand on the Uruk-Hai's back. It was a
possessive gesture that made Thranduil grin. /I dare say Legolas is in
charge of this relationship, and he probably winds Lurtz around his
little finger as he does me./ "It was an honor to assist Elladan."
 
Elrohir nodded, grateful that Hynduil had looked after his twin when
Elladan had needed help. "Legolas?" he turned around and looked at the
Prince. "Erestor needs to know what happened and the border patrols need
to be coordinated. Will you talk to Erestor and help him?"
 
Legolas nodded. "I will."
 
Elrohir then turned to Lurtz. "Will you take Hynduil to the guest rooms?
I am sure he would like to take a bath and rest."
 
Lurtz didn't like being separated from Legolas, but agreed. "Follow me,
I will show you to the guest house."
 
Thranduil was delighted to have an opportunity to talk to Lurtz without
Legolas or the others present. Maybe now he would get his answers. "Lead
on."
 
Legolas walked up to Lurtz, stole a kiss and smiled, saddened, leaving
his love behind. 
 
Lurtz cleared his throat, slightly uncomfortable at being kissed in
public. All, expect for Hynduil, knew Legolas and he were mated, but he
still wondered if he had their approval. For some reason it mattered a
lot to him. 
 
Thranduil watched Lurtz with amusement. The Uruk-Hai seemed oddly shy,
almost thoughtful, and was nothing like the Uruk-Hai he had previously
encountered. He fell into step beside Lurtz, studying him closely. Once
more he noticed the braids and he couldn't help let something slip. "An
Elf braided your hair."
 
Lurtz's eyes revealed his surprise at hearing that remark. "That's true.
Legolas did."
 
Thranduil carefully plotted his next move. "Legolas?" 
 
Lurtz nodded. "Yes, Legolas..." he hesitated, but then added, "He is my
mate..." 
 
Lurtz's answer pleased Thranduil, but also piqued his interest. "I never
encountered an Elf who took an Uruk-Hai for a mate."
 
Lurtz's eyes darkened, feeling unfairly judged. "I tried to run, but he
caught me. I told him not to pursue me, but he is stubborn. Life will
never be easy for us, but he accepted that and refused to let me go. I
will defend him until my last breath."
 
Thranduil smiled brightly beneath his hood. /He is protective of Legolas
and I begin to believe that he really loves my son. Legolas, you really
did hunt him down, did you not?/ 
 
Lurtz halted in his tracks, arriving at the guest quarters. "I will
check for spare rooms. Please wait here." 
 
Thranduil waited patiently for Lurtz to return, mentally reviewing
everything he had learned these last few hours. Elrond was bedridden due
to his injuries and Elladan and Elrohir were trying to perform their
father's duties, but they were inexperienced and bound to make mistakes.
And what about Glorfindel? Why had Elrond's seneschal allowed Elladan to
inspect the borders alone? 
 
"Hynduil?" Lurtz walked up to the Elf, feeling sympathy for Hynduil who
was forced to hide his features because he was maimed for life. He felt
like hiding himself, but Legolas wouldn't let him. "I will take you to
your room."
 
"Aye, I will follow," said Thranduil. The warm expression in Lurtz's
eyes made him wonder. /I never met anyone like him. I can understand why
Legolas is attracted to him./
 
Lurtz opened a door and signaled for Hynduil to step inside. "I can show
you to the kitchen later, if you are hungry."
 
Thranduil nodded once. "Thank you for your help, Lurtz. Maybe we can
share dinner later?"
 
Surprised, Lurtz whispered a 'yes', wondering why Hynduil seemed to
accept him when others stared at him in distrust. 
 
Thranduil closed the door, walked over to the window and pushed back his
hood. /My time here is limited. Elladan saw my face and I fear he will
tell Elrond what he saw. Elrond will then realize I lied to him and
summon me. I must make the most of the time I have left, and I will
spend that time with Lurtz... and Legolas. Ah, seeing my son warmed my
heart. He did look happy./
 
Thranduil stared at the trees and listened to their whispers for hours,
letting them tell him about Imladris' beauty.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. 
 
"Thank you for giving me back my son," whispered Elrond, in tears. Now
that it was just the four of them, he finally let go and cried softly.
The healer had cleaned Elladan's injuries and bandaged them again,
declaring that Elladan would make a full recovery. Elrond clung to those
words, hoping to never face such loss again. 
 
Glorfindel and Elrohir exchanged a glance, knowing how important it was
that Elrond realized his son had safely returned to him. 
 
Elladan released a groan; his eyes lost their distant expression and
came alive again. His head still throbbed, but it no longer resembled
the agony he had been in earlier. He blinked, trying to focus on the
face hovering above him. "Ada?" he stuttered in surprise. "Ada?" 
 
"Ai, Elladan, you scared me..." Elrond pulled Elladan to his chest,
ignoring the pain his broken ribs caused him. "Be more careful in the
future, Elladan for I do not wish to lose you." 
 
Elrond loosened his embrace and Elladan finally got the chance to look
at his father. "I am sorry I made you worry about me, Ada..." Cocking
his head, he smiled at finding his twin brother close. "Elrohir... You
sent out the search party? I knew you would sense my pain."
 
Elrohir sat down on the side of the bed and clasped his fingers around
Elladan's. "Elladan, did you know that Ada can sense our pain as well?"
He caught Elrond's distraught look, but proceeded anyway. Elladan
deserved to know the truth. "We both sensed you were in pain." 
 
Elladan's eyes widened as his gaze shifted from Elrohir to Elrond. "Is
that true?"
 
Elrond bit his bottom lip before answering. "Aye..." 
 
Elrohir cringed, seeing Elrond's disapproval, but shook his head. They
shouldn't keep this from Elladan. 
 
Elladan raised his right hand, which was remarkably steady and touched
his father's face. "I feel better now, Ada, do you feel better too?" One
look at Elrohir had told him that his twin had fully recovered, but had
Elrond? Their father had been through some very rough times, and
shouldn't be going through this because he had been so stupid to venture
out alone.
 
"Now that I know you are safe I feel better, aye," smiled Ada relieved.
"But you should rest, Elladan, not talk. Do you want Elrohir to take you
to your room or would you like to rest here?"
 
Elladan searched Elrond's pleading eyes. "I will stay here with you,
Ada." 
 
Elrohir smiled, seeing the relief in their father's eyes. "I will join
Erestor and Legolas then... And I must look after Elladan's savior, but
I will join you for dinner." 
 
Elladan watched his brother leave, smiling contentedly. "Maybe I should
rest..." He did feel a little sleepy. "Hynduil refused to let me
sleep... He was scared I had a head injury..." explained Elladan. "He
has an extraordinary voice, Ada and his eyes..." He drifted off into
sleep mid-sentence.
 
Elrond smiled fondly at his son. "Aye, sleep and grow strong again..." 
 
Glorfindel chose that moment to retreat to the door, wanting to give
father and son some privacy. He was about to open the door when Elrond
said his name. 
 
"Glorfindel..." 
 
Glorfindel turned to face Elrond. "No matter how much I want to belong
with you and your family, I realize I cannot be included in all
situations."
 
"You are wrong. Come here, melme." Elrond raised a hand, once more
regretting he couldn't leave his bed. "You are a part of this family,
Glorfindel, and you always will be. Never doubt that my sons love you
dearly, and I can no longer live without you." He looked at the blond
pleadingly. "Do not leave me now when I need you the most."
 
Glorfindel sighed, unable to deny Elrond. He walked over to the bed and
sat down when Elrond pulled him close. Looking into Elrond's eyes he saw
they had turned grey; they always did when Elrond felt distressed. The
misty blue had faded when Elladan had been placed in Elrond's arms.
Glorfindel shivered, admitting his worst fears. "I dreaded bringing
Elladan's dead body back to you." 
 
Elrond used his remaining strength to coax Glorfindel into lying down at
his other side. One arm remained slung around Elladan's waist, keeping
him warm and close; the other wrapped itself around Glorfindel, holding
him tight. "You brought my son back to me, melethron... Now rest,
knowing Elladan is safe."
 
Glorfindel rested his head on Elrond's shoulder, looking at Elladan as
the younger half-Elf slept safely in his father's arms. /We could have
lost him. I must be more careful./
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Thranduil left his room, walked down the corridor and halted at hearing
his son's voice. Eavesdropping, he stood silent, listening closely. 
 
"Lurtz, I need your strength tonight..."
 
"Legolas? What is wrong? You seem upset..."
 
"Ai, the messenger returned from Mirkwood today, but carried no reply. I
fear my father is displeased... I do not know what to expect." 
 
Thranduil regretted upsetting his son like that, but he had left without
writing a letter in response. 
 
"What is the worst thing your father can do?"
 
"Disown me and banish me from my home. And Lurtz, my heart despairs at
the thought of never seeing my father and brother again."
 
Thranduil shook his head. "Do you have so little faith in me?" he
whispered, barely audible, not ready to reveal his presence yet. 
 
"Legolas, you knew this could happen when you chose me as your mate. I
tried to tell you, to stop you, but..."
 
"I would not let you," finished Legolas. "Ai, Lurtz, I love you. How
could I betray my own feelings? But I hoped he would understand... He
always told me to love unconditionally and not to be prejudiced and I
hoped... hoped..." 
 
Thranduil's hands turned into fists, hearing Legolas release a soft sob.
He wanted to march in there and reveal himself to his son, and take
Legolas in his arms. He wanted to assure Legolas that he was loved and
that he was always welcome in Mirkwood, but had he gathered enough
information? Was he absolutely convinced that Lurtz was the right mate
for Legolas? Was he ready to reveal himself?
 
TBC
 Beta read by Ilye, thank you!
 


Part 5
Exposed

  

Thranduil shook his head. Nay, he didn't want to reveal himself just
yet. Elladan would reveal his secret shortly, and in the mean time he
planned to enjoy himself by walking through the streets of Imladris
incognito. 

Listening closely, he realized that Legolas and Lurtz were no longer
talking; instead soft moans and whispers reached his ears. /Ai, I do not
want to listen in on my son making love.../ Frowning, he quickly marched
out of the corridor and into a great hall, where he had never been
before. In one corner, looking out of the window, was Erestor. Thranduil
decided to turn around, wanting to avoid Erestor. The dark haired Elf
always was very perceptive and might realize his real identity. 

Turning around, he chose another corridor, which led him outside into
the beautiful gardens. The trees called to him and he sat down, resting
his back against the trunk of a chestnut. Considering everything that
had happened since leaving Mirkwood, he wondered about the absence of
his anger, which he usually felt toward Elrond. For millennia he had
blamed Elrond for the death of his father, but maybe the time had come
to let go of his anger - especially now Legolas had found a temporary
home here. /And after saving Elladan's life it will be hard to remain
angry. I truly believe I developed a soft spot for that lad./ 

Hearing voices, he looked up. Legolas and Lurtz walked into the gardens
as well, but they took off in the opposite direction, for which he was
grateful. Now he had the chance to watch them unnoticed. Legolas' arm
was wrapped around Lurtz and the Uruk-Hai laughed warmly at something
his son said. Most of his worries had been laid to rest after watching
them interact. He knew true love when he saw it. /Legolas, it is beyond
me why you thought I would banish you from Mirkwood. Even if I did not
approve of your liaison I would never stop you from coming home.../ 

The two men disappeared behind the trees, and Thranduil stopped spying
on them. He might still be able to hear what they were saying when he
strained his hearing, but he didn't want to invade their privacy. 

"Hynduil?"

The soft voice took him completely by surprise, but he had enough sense
left to keep the hood in place. "Elladan?" But no, this wasn't the
youngster he had saved; there was no gash above his eye. "Nay, Master
Elrohir," he corrected himself. He quickly rose to his feet and bowed
his head in greeting. "How may I be of assistance?" 

"Would you join us for dinner this evening? Elladan wants to thank you
in person for saving his life, and Ada wants to talk to you as well."
Elrohir watched the stranger carefully, annoyed that the hood hid his
features. "Ada was right; you are among friends here. You do not have to
wear that hood. None will feel offended by your scars."

Thranduil smiled secretly. Aye, he did like the twins. But was accepting
the invitation a wise thing to do? /Elladan will wonder about the hood
and point out to them that my face is not scarred. He will expose me./

"Hynduil? Will you give us this opportunity to thank you? You did save
Elladan's life." Elrohir clasped his hands behind his back, waiting
patiently. 

Thranduil realized that he wouldn't be able to keep his identity a
secret much longer. "Aye, I will join you for dinner. How fares Elladan?
I trust one of your father's healers saw to his injuries?" Elladan had
been his responsibility for a short time only, but he still felt
worried. 

Elrohir nodded. "Elladan should feel well enough to join us for dinner.
He might still experience headaches, but he should heal quickly. I will
send a servant to take you to the dining room later this evening."

Thranduil almost pointed out that he knew the way to the dining hall,
but he didn't want to make Elrohir suspicious. "I will be there."

Elrohir nodded once and walked toward the great hall where he hoped to
find Erestor. Now that his father was confined to his room, they had to
take care of urgent matters. 

Thranduil watched the half-Elf leave and then settled down beneath the
tree once more, enjoying the warm rays of the sun, which looked like
liquid gold. He knew very well that his love for white gems and silver
gave him the reputation of being greedy, but the pure and untouched
jewels delighted him. Feeling at peace and comfortable, he allowed
himself to drift off for a short nap. The trees would warn him should
anyone approach.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elrond dotingly looked at his eldest son, still resting in his arms.
Glorfindel had excused himself when the sun had set, claiming he needed
to check on the preparations for dinner, as this evening was special;
they celebrated Elladan's safe return, and would honor the young
half-Elf's savior. "Elladan? It is time for you to wake up. You might
want to wash up and change for dinner."

Elladan's sleep had been a healing one. The gash above the eye was
beginning to close and a shallow cut showed beneath the bandages around
his arm. He expected Elladan to have dizzy spells for some time, but his
son should be able to take care of himself once more. "Elladan?"

Elladan stirred reluctantly, burying his face in his father's robes. "Do
not wake me... sleep..."

Elrond smiled warmly. "You can go back to sleep after dinner, Elladan.
But now you must wake up." 

Elladan's eyes came alive and they focused on his father. "Ada..." How
had he gotten back home? The last thing he remembered was Hynduil
telling him to stay awake. Elrond's eyes sparkled with happiness, but he
sensed his father had been sad, crying. "Ada, I regret scaring you like
that. I never expected that party of Orcs and Uruk-Hai to show up."

"Thankfully Hynduil came along," whispered Elrond, brushing back strands
of black hair behind his son's ears. 

"Aye, I was very fortunate..." Finally fully wakening up, Elladan
stretched lazily. "But enough about me, how do you fare, Ada? Are you
still in pain?" 

"My ribs still feel tender, but they are healing." Elrond smiled
saddened.

"And your ankles?"

"It will be weeks before I can walk again." Elrond stroked his son's
hair. "Elladan, never scare me like that again! I feared I had lost
you."

Elladan returned the smile. "Ada, you won't lose me." 

Elrond placed a paternal kiss on his son's brow. "Now take a bath and
change into clean clothes. I asked Hynduil to join us for dinner so we
may properly thank him. I take it you approve?" Frowning, he wondered
about the blush that spread on Elladan's face. 

"Aye, I approve..." Elladan suddenly felt nervous. Hynduil had saved his
life and maybe it was a case of ill-timed hero worship, but he was
falling for the other Elf. /Stop it. Why should he be interested in me?
He is a skilled and experienced warrior judging by the way he handled
those Orcs... He probably thinks I am nothing but a child.../ 

"Elladan?" The frown deepened. "It is normal that you feel grateful, for
Hynduil saved your life... Or did something else happen that you did not
tell me?"

Elladan cringed, unable to reveal his feelings just yet. /What do you
want me to say, Ada? That I was lost after looking into those eyes? For
a moment I thought I was walking the heavens and that the stars
surrounded me./

Elrond took pity on his son. "Elladan, clean up and change your clothes.
Dinner will be served in a few moments and you do not want to be late."

Elladan locked eyes with his father. "Will you attend dinner as well?"

"Aye," said Elrond softly, "Glorfindel offered to carry me."

"I would gladly carry you as well, Ada," he said adoringly. Elrond was
very important at him. His father had practically raised them, whilst
Celebrian had spent a lot of time in 'Lorien. Elrohir and he had grown
up, loved by their father, Erestor and Glorfindel. Although they hadn't
been able to take their mother's place, Elrohir and he had never felt
like they were missing out on something. Their unconditional love had
made them into the men they were today, and Elrohir and he loved them
for it.

"I know that, Elladan... You always make me proud." 

Elladan shuffled his feet at hearing his father's praise. He hugged
Elrond gently, careful not to put any pressure on his father's ribs and
then got to his feet. "I will see you at dinner then..." Elladan reached
the doorway and looked over his shoulder at his father. "I do not know
about you but Hynduil certainly intrigues me. I never saw stars shine
from someone eyes before, and although he looks like he is younger than
me, he feels ancient. I am looking forward to talking to him some more!"
Elladan dashed into the corridor and headed for his rooms.

Elrond gasped in surprise at hearing Elladan's words. "Stars in his
eyes? He looks young, but feels ancient? By Elbereth, I only know one
Elf who..." His voice faltered, suddenly growing worried. "It cannot be
him. Why would Thranduil leave Mirkwood? And why would he save my son's
life? Maybe he did not know it was Elladan when he saved him, but... Why
look after him and take him here? It would explain the hood; he would
not want me to recognize him. By the Grace of the Valar, this is bad...
What is Thranduil up to? I..."

"Elrond? Meleth-nîn?" Glorfindel was startled at hearing his love
ranting and quickly hurried over to Elrond's side. Sitting down, he
clasped the half-Elf's hands in his. "What is wrong?"

Elrond shook his head. "Nay, I must be wrong. It cannot be Thranduil. He
would never look after one of my sons..."

Glorfindel grew concerned, seemingly unable to stop Elrond's monologue.
"Melme?" He placed his hands on either side of Elrond's head and forced
his lover to look at him. "Why are you talking about Thranduil?" What
had happened during his absence?

Elrond shivered. "Elladan described his savior's face to me... An
ageless face with starlit eyes. Now whom does that remind you of?"

"Thranduil." Now Glorfindel understood. "I already wondered about his
voice, which sounded familiar. How will we proceed?"

"He saved Elladan..." Elrond felt at a loss. "Though I wonder why.
Dinner must go on as planned, and we will pretend ignorance." 

"Does Elladan know who saved him?" Glorfindel soothingly rubbed Elrond's
back, trying to reassure the half-Elf. Every time when he thought Elrond
was growing stronger, something happened that upset him. It would take
Elrond a long time to heal that way. 

"Nay, I do not think so... By Elbereth, he blushed..." Elrond's heart
raced. "Elladan cannot fall in love with him; he cannot!"

"Love?" Glorfindel slowly pulled Elrond against his chest. "You think
Elladan fell in love with Thranduil because he blushed when you
mentioned the King's name? Are you not a little hasty?" He felt worried
himself now. "You must be wrong." Hynduil had acted nothing like the
Thranduil he remembered. "Maybe he changed?"

"Who? Thranduil?" Elrond laughed bitterly. "He will always blame me for
his father's death, meleth-nîn. He will never let go of his resentment.
Thranduil probably did not know who Elladan was when he rescued my
son..." 

Glorfindel waited for Elrond to calm down. The half-Elf leaned against
him, resting his head against his shoulder. 

"What are his plans? Why did he come here? And why am I incapacitated at
a time like this?" Elrond briefly closed his eyes. "If it is truly
Thranduil, we have a problem on our hands."

"Let us see how dinner goes," advised Glorfindel calmly. "Maybe it is
not Thranduil and you are worrying for no reason at all."

"But it -is- Thranduil," said Elrond, frustrated.

Glorfindel soothed his love, rubbing Elrond's back and stroking his
hair. "I will help you change into your ceremonial robes and then I will
carry you to the dining hall. I will not leave your side, melethron."

Reassured by his lover's promise, Elrond sighed wearily. "I must protect
Elladan..."

Glorfindel tucked Elrond's head beneath his chin. "Elladan reached
maturity long ago, Elrond. He can make his own decisions..."

Elrond knew Glorfindel was right, but... "They will always be the little
ones; the babies we cared for. I will always worry about them."

"I understand," soothed Glorfindel. "Now let us get you ready for
dinner."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Elrohir!" Elladan dashed into his brother's room and dropped onto
Elrohir's bed.

"How do you fare?" asked Elrohir, turning around after finishing
braiding his hair. Studying Elladan, he caught an unfamiliar expression
in those mischievous eyes. His brother had bathed, changed into brown
robes, and was now staring at the ceiling. 

"Elrohir? You have been in love before..." He rolled onto his stomach,
and smiled at his brother. "Did you also have such a... tingling feeling
in your stomach?" 

Elrohir nodded. "Aye, I did... Are you in love then?"

"I might be..." Elladan sighed deeply, smiling fondly. "Did you see the
stars in his eyes?"

Elrohir felt lost. "-Which- stars in -whose- eyes? Elladan, who are you
talking about?" He moved over to the bed and sat down next to his
brother, sensing Elladan's happiness. 

"Hynduil's!" Elladan shook his head. "How could you not notice? I have
never seen an Elf more beautiful... My blood sang when he looked at me,
and his voice..." Dreamily, he stared at Elrohir. "Seriously, how could
you not notice?"

Elrohir frowned. "Hynduil refused to remove his hood, claiming his face
was scarred."

Elladan, startled, sat upright. His eyes had widened at Elrohir's words
and he shook his head. "His face is not scarred. It is ageless,
beautiful, bewitching. I could not tell how old he was... He -looked-
even younger than me, but those eyes..."

"I do not like this," whispered Elrohir. "Why would he lie to us? He
also told Ada that he was scarred."

Elladan's cheerfulness faded quickly. "I do not understand." Was Hynduil
playing games? Why hide from his father? Elrond would never mistreat an
Elf, let alone one who had saved his son from certain death. 

"Elladan," said Elrohir in a soft, compassionate tone, "be careful with
your feelings. You might be falling for an imposter." He hated seeing
the disappointment on his brother's face but he had to dampen Elladan's
enthusiasm. "Did you tell Ada about the stranger's eyes?"

"Aye, but I hurried out of the room and I do not know how he reacted..."
Suddenly, he seemed to shrink into himself. "Stupid me, why did I fall
for him? I thought..." Elrohir's hand squeezed his shoulder, offering
comfort, but he still felt disappointed and lonely. "I was falling in
love with him."

"Guard your feelings well," advised Elrohir, "and do not despair. You
will find love when the time is right."

Listlessly, Elladan nodded his head. He had been looking forward to
dinner, but now he dreaded it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thranduil sensed the tension in the hall when he approached the dinner
table. Elrond was already sitting at the head of the table with
Glorfindel close to his right. The twins now seated themselves as well
and he marveled at their likeness, but yet he easily identified Elladan.
He would never mistake one for the other. 

"Please sit down, as you are our guest of honor," said Glorfindel
calmly, knowing Elrond didn't trust his voice. His lover had acted
nervously since Elladan had told him about the stranger's eyes. What if
it was Thranduil?

"Thank you." Thranduil sat down opposite Elrond and scanned their
expressions. Elrond looked haggard and suspicious. Glorfindel carefully
masked his feelings, but he read mistrust and disappointment in
Elladan's eyes; the half-Elf was still too young to carefully hide his
emotions. /They found me out... They know who I am./ 

Elrond gave Glorfindel a thankful look when the blond gently entwined
their fingers beneath the table. Clearing his throat, Elrond prepared
himself for the dreaded confrontation. "Maybe you should remove your
hood, for my son tells me that you do not bear any scars that might
offend us. Instead he speaks of starlit eyes... Why?"

Thranduil sighed resignedly and pulled back the hood, revealing his
features. He heard Elrohir's surprised gasp, and Elladan averted his
eyes when he tried to make eye contact. Glorfindel and Elrond didn't
seem surprised; they had expected this, but he did feel like he owed
Elladan an explanation. 

Elrond was about to say something, when Thranduil spoke first. He
swallowed his words, hearing Thranduil address Elladan.

"Elladan? I regret misleading you, but I was unwilling to reveal myself
to you..." Thranduil saw even more questions in Elladan's eyes.

"But I do not understand," whispered Elladan. "Why hide your face,
Hynduil? Why tell Ada and Elrohir you are scarred?"

"Ai..." Thranduil's fair features briefly contorted. Looking at Elrond
and Glorfindel he said, "You did not tell them who I am?"

"We were not sure," admitted Elrond. "I could not believe you would care
for one of my sons... considering our past." Searching out Elladan's
eyes, he wished there was a way to not hurt his son with this
revelation. "Hynduil is not his real name..." 

Elladan's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

Elrohir reacted instinctively, claiming his brother's hand and holding
it tight to show his support. His gaze traveled from his brother to the
stranger. He had to admit that Elladan was right; the unknown Elf
possessed a haunting beauty. /But who is he? Why not use his real name?/

Elrond locked eyes with Thranduil. "Will you tell them, or must I reveal
your identity to them?" His fears had come true. For some elusive reason
Thranduil had left Mirkwood and had saved his eldest son. Why?

"I will tell them..." Thranduil once more sought out Elladan's eyes,
which simmered with suspicion. "I am Thranduil and I reign in Mirkwood.
Legolas is my youngest son."

Elladan gasped, shocked, and jumped to his feet. Elrohir tightened the
hold he had on his brother's hand, making sure Elladan couldn't run.
"You are Thranduil?" His eyes narrowed in distrust. "But you hate Ada!"

"Hate... Hate is too strong a word," soothed Thranduil. "We had some
differences in the past, some arguments, but I do not hate him."
Suddenly he realized he was babbling and he composed himself again. He
felt angry with himself for misleading Elladan. The trust he had seen
earlier in the youngster's eyes was gone now. That hurt. 

"Why are you here, Thranduil?" Elrond hated being unable to rise from
his chair. He would have preferred to have this conversation while
glaring down at Thranduil. Now he felt at a disadvantage. 

Thranduil wasn't surprised to see the distrust in Elrond's eyes. They
hadn't parted as friends. "I came here because I am worried about
Legolas. He wrote me about Lurtz, about taking him as his mate. I had to
make sure my son had chosen a worthy mate."

"Legolas," snapped Elrohir, "is your son and he does not know you are
here? Do you know how worried he has been? Ever since sending that
letter he has been losing weight!" 

"I will talk to Legolas tonight." Thranduil got to his feet and began
pacing the hall; eyes stung his back and he no longer felt welcome. "I
should leave now."

"Wait!" Elladan jumped to his feet and marched over to Thranduil, losing
himself once more in those star filled eyes. "Why save my life when Ada
and you do not get along?"

Thranduil smiled saddened, and he returned Elladan's probing gaze. "I
did not know who you were, but I would have saved you, even had I known
you were Elrond's son." 

Elladan took a step away from Thranduil and promptly bumped into
Glorfindel who stood behind him, glaring at Thranduil. He felt confused,
sensing that Thranduil was sincere, but at the same time his father
radiated a hostility, mirrored by Glorfindel. "Ada?" Lost, he looked to
his father for emotional support. 

Elrond bit his bottom lip, trying to rise from his chair, but Elrohir
immediately appeared at his side, gently pushing him down. 

"Do not dare to rise from your chair, Ada," warned Elrohir. "You are to
rest, not walk!"

Glorfindel feared the situation might escalate and quickly stepped in
front of Elladan, blocking the twin's line of sight. "Thranduil,
Imladris is eternally indebted to you for saving Elladan..." 

Thranduil politely inclined his head. "As I said earlier, there is no
debt. Elladan fought bravely but was greatly outnumbered. I was honored
to help him." 

Elrond's expression softened at hearing the sincerity in Thranduil's
voice. Maybe he had judged too quickly. "Dinner is about to be served...
Will you stay?" It was a peace offering he hoped Thranduil would
accept... for Elladan's sake. His eldest son looked confused and his
heart went out to Elladan. /Thranduil, accept... please./

Thranduil stared at Elrond, receiving a faint echo of those thoughts. "I
accept. I will stay for dinner..." /But only because of Elladan./ Maybe
he would find a way to explain to Elladan why he had decided against
revealing his identity. 

Elladan returned to his seat and Elrohir released the grip he had on his
father's shoulder. His eyes silently begged forgiveness from his father
for stopping him, and when Elrond smiled, Elrohir sat down once more,
staring at Thranduil. 

Thranduil took his seat again and they remained silent whilst the food
was being served. Once they were alone again, Thranduil sought out
Elrond's gaze. "I decided to see for myself what kind of... man Lurtz
was and I did not want Legolas to know they were being watched. I feel
satisfied that their bond is true, but I had to make sure myself. I hope
you understand, being a father yourself."

"That does not explain why you remained silent when you returned Elladan
to me," said Elrond slowly. "You told me your face was scarred."

Thranduil expected that question. "I was not sure I would be welcome
here, so I kept silent. I needed time to observe Lurtz and my son."

Elrond had to admit Thranduil's words made sense. "You approve of his
choice? I must say that surprises me..." Fatigue was growing on him.
Sitting upright put pressure on his mending ribs and his ankles throbbed
with pain once more. He craved lying down, but he couldn't leave now.

Thranduil inclined his head, sensing Elrond's exhaustion. "Aye, I
approve and I will tell him so." Eating some of the fruits and lembas,
his attention remained focused on Elrond and Glorfindel, catching a
glance of them holding hands. "You seem tired; would you not prefer to
retire and rest?"

Elrond raised an eyebrow in surprise at Thranduil's tone. /He sounds
worried!/ "I am fine," he said stubbornly, ignoring the disapproving
look Glorfindel gave him. He was tired, and his lover knew it as well. 

Glorfindel cradled Elrond's hand in his. "Maybe our guest is right; you
look tired."

Elrond shook his head; he disliked them teaming up against him!

"Ada, you should retire," said Elrohir concerned. "Will you allow me to
take you to your rooms?"

Glorfindel moved faster and lifted a protesting Elrond in his arms. "I
will carry him, Elrohir... But you may accompany us and tend to his
injuries." 

Elrond scolded his lover, but Glorfindel continued anyway. Looking at
Thranduil, Elrond cringed at the amused expression in the Elf's eyes. 

Thranduil smiled, nodded once and then concentrated on Elladan. 

As they disappeared into the corridor, Elrond was still protesting, but
Glorfindel effectively silenced the half-Elf by kissing him. Elrond
moaned softly, resting a hand at the back of Glorfindel's neck. "You
should not have done that," said Elrond chidingly once Glorfindel had
released his lips. "Thranduil will think me weak; you lifting and
carrying me like that..."

"Does it matter what he thinks?" asked Glorfindel. 

Elrohir opened the door to his father's private rooms and let them pass.
He uncovered several soothing balms and clean bandages to wrap around
his father's ribcage. Elrond and Glorfindel were kissing, touching,
moaning, and Elrohir blushed, quickly moving back to the door and
closing it; he could tend to his father's injuries later. /I draw the
line at watching them make out.../ he thought amused. /Now, how fares
Elladan...?/ 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Unable to stay seated any longer, Elladan rose and paced the hall,
occasionally glancing at his savior. /Thranduil... Legolas' father
rescued me... And it is obvious Ada and he do not get along.../ What was
he supposed to do? Butterflies still tickled his insides and he tried to
ignore the sensation, but one look at those starlit eyes made his heart
flutter in his chest. /I cannot fall in love with him.../ 

"I wish you had told me who you were..." Elladan felt cheated. 

"I regret not speaking the truth," said Thranduil, getting to his feet
and walking over to Elladan. "But I needed to observe Legolas whilst my
son was unaware of my presence. I knew you would expose me quickly
because you had seen my face. My eyes set me apart from other Elves
and..." He grew quiet, seeing the thoughtful expression in Elladan's
eyes. "You have become very dear to me in a short time. I would like to
earn your trust and friendship, but..." He had to return to Mirkwood
shortly and he wasn't sure there was enough time to mend the friendship
that had formed between them. "But I am willing to try if you are."

Elladan felt truly lost. Thranduil confused him; when looking at the
ageless face he had a hard time seeing an ancient Elf. He saw someone
his own age, someone he really, really liked, but... /He is of Ada's age
and the ruler of Mirkwood. I cannot lose my heart to him, no matter what
he looks like./

"Elladan?" Thranduil involuntarily held his breath, awaiting Elladan's
answer. "Or would you rather see me leave as quickly as possible? I
understand if you feel betrayed."

Elladan sighed depressed, but then he lifted his eyes and looked at the
sparkling stars in Thranduil's silver orbs. "I would like to try again
as well, but no more deception."

Thranduil smiled relieved. "No more deception, Elladan, son of Elrond."

Elladan wondered if he had made the right decision. How would his father
react? 

"Elladan? Do not worry too much." Thranduil slowly raised a hand and
rested it on Elladan's shoulder. "We will speak again tomorrow, aye? I
need to seek out Legolas now and talk to my son."

Elladan nodded once. The tingling sensation had intensified at
Thranduil's touch. "Aye, we will talk tomorrow."

TBC


Part 6
Father and Son

Thranduil pulled the hood back in place before leaving the dining hall
and now headed for his son's rooms. He wasn't sure they had already
returned from visiting the gardens, but he was determined to talk to
Legolas tonight. 

Dinner had been a pleasant surprise. He had expected to be exposed, but
Elrond repeating his dinner invitation had surprised him. To be more
precise; Elrond had surprised him in more ways than one. The half-Elf
didn't look well. Elrond should be recovering a lot faster than he was,
but worries kept the ruler of Imladris from healing. Elrond had seemed
more vulnerable than ever before and he had caught the half-Elf's 
remark
to Glorfindel that he worried about being seen as weak. /It is his
ankles. The fact that he cannot walk must be hard on him./ 

And then there had been Glorfindel, secretly reaching beneath the table
to take Elrond's hand in his. Now that hadn't been a surprise. He had
always suspected that Glorfindel had feelings for Elrond. What did
surprise him was Elrond accepting those feelings and returning them.
/But no-one should have to live without a mate./ He felt the temptation
as well to take a new lover, but hadn't acted on his feelings, never
encountering someone he could envision sharing his life with. 

/And I regret betraying Elladan's trust... Seeing the betrayal in those
young eyes made me feel guilty, but I had no choice; I could not reveal
myself to him. I will make things up to him./ 

Thranduil reached the corridor his son's rooms were in and he came to a
halt in front of the door to Legolas' quarters. Listening closely, he
heard soft, steady breathing. "Ai, they are asleep..." He didn't want 
to
wake them, but they had to talk tonight. After knocking on the door, he
waited for them to wake up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Legolas startled awake, sat upright and locked eyes with Lurtz. "Who
would wake us in the midst of the night?"

"Go find out," said Lurtz, slightly annoyed at having his sleep
interrupted.

"You will have to let me go first," said Legolas teasingly. 

Lurtz smiled, briefly tightened his hold before letting the Elf go, and
kept a close eye on the blond as Legolas made his way over to the door.
He loved the way Legolas melted against him when the Elf fell asleep in
his arms. 

Knowing that they were safe within Imladris, Legolas refrained from
reaching for his hunting knives when he opened the door. "Hynduil? Is
there anything you need?" Hynduil had saved Elladan's life and for that
he felt grateful. 

Lurtz pushed down the covers and got to his feet as well. He felt a
little more suspicious of Hynduil than Legolas and joined his lover at
the door. 

"I bring a message from your father, King Thranduil," said Thranduil,
seeing fear in Legolas' eyes. 

Legolas involuntarily held his breath at those words. "My father sent
you?" Dread and fear swept through him. Why would his father sent a
messenger? /He is going to banish me from Mirkwood and he does not want
to do it by letter. By Elbereth, I cannot bear the thought of never
going home again./

Lurtz quickly wrapped an arm around Legolas' waist, feeling the tension
and apprehension coursing through his lover's body. "Please enter and
close the door behind you," said Lurtz, addressing Hynduil. None needed
to hear how Legolas was disowned and banished. 

Legolas leaned heavily against Lurtz, trying to not show his raging
emotions, but his hands twitched nervously. "What message do you 
carry?"
His voice trembled and his head slumped forward in defeat. "Am I
banished from Mirkwood?"

Thranduil's heart went out to his son. "Do you have such little faith 
in
me?" He pushed back the hood, revealing himself. 

Legolas' eyes widened at the shock of seeing his father this
unexpectedly. "Ada?" he stammered slowly. 

Lurtz had heard the twins call Elrond that. "Are you Legolas' father?"
He held Legolas even more protectively, glaring at Thranduil. 

"Aye," said Thranduil. "I am Legolas' sire..." He raised a hand and
gently wiped away the tears that escaped Legolas' eyes. Seeing the
distress his son was in, he quickly spoke. "I would never banish you
from Mirkwood, Legolas. You are always welcome at home. Your brother
misses you and so do I."

Slightly reassured, Legolas raised a shaky hand to touch his father's
face. He couldn't believe Thranduil was really here. "Ada? I do not
understand..."

"Why do we not sit down?" Thranduil felt concerned, seeing the pallor 
on
Legolas' face.  His son was distressed, shaking, and tears continued
their way down his face. 

Lurtz reacted at once, guiding Legolas back to their bed, where he sat
him down. He glared at Thranduil, but a hint of surprise lay in that
stare. He would never have guessed that the Elf in front of him was
Legolas' father. The only thing the two Elves shared was the long,
blond, braided hair. The silver, starlit eyes were strangely alluring,
and Thranduil looked even younger than Legolas. "You could have 
revealed
yourself earlier! Do you have any idea of the torment you put him
through?" Lurtz rubbed Legolas' back with long, soothing strokes. "He
hasn't eaten for the last two days because he was afraid you would
banish him!"

Thranduil stood next to his son, studying Legolas. When his son finally
looked up and met his gaze, he said, "I needed to know for sure that 
you
had chosen a worthy mate. I watched the two of you..."

Legolas' breathing quickened. "You watched us?" Oh, Elbereth, why had
his father done that?

"Be at ease, Legolas," said Thranduil, resting a hand on his son's
shoulder. "I was pleased with what I saw. I think you chose well."

Lurtz's eyes widened in surprise. Thranduil was giving them his
blessing? Making eye contact, he wondered about Thranduil. The elder 
Elf
had hidden his identity, had watched them and approved of their
relationship?

Legolas grabbed his father's hand frantically and cradled it against 
his
chest. Thranduil was forced to sit on his heels to maintain eye 
contact.
Legolas mumbled something intelligible, but then grew quiet again. 

Thranduil smiled reassuringly at his son. "Your brother sends you his
best wishes and congratulates you on finding a new mate. I had to leave
him in charge to visit here... I hope I still have a realm to rule when
I return to Mirkwood," said Thranduil jokingly. It worked. Legolas
smiled weakly. "I would never banish you from your home," repeated he,
hoping to make Legolas understand that he was loved and welcome in
Mirkwood. "You are my son, Legolas and I love you."

Lurtz smiled, seeing understanding dawn in his lover's eyes. "Your
father loves you," repeated Lurtz, caressing his lover's face. "You can
stop worrying."

Legolas nodded slowly, squeezed his father's hand, but refused to
release it yet. Slowly things were making sense. "You saved Elladan..."

"Aye," whispered Thranduil. "Elladan was lucky that I was on my way to
Imladris."

"And you helped him..." Legolas frowned. "But you never liked Elrond 
and
his family."

Thranduil brushed a stray lock from his son's face. "You know me better
than that, Legolas. I cannot turn my back on someone in need."

"And if you had known Elladan's identity?" 

"I would have helped," said Thranduil. "My heart has softened through
the years..."

Legolas nodded again. "But why the hood? Why tell us your face was
scarred?"

Thranduil explained patiently. "I wanted to watch you and Lurtz... I
wanted my identity to remain secret."

"But you told me now!" Legolas stared at his father in obvious
confusion.

"I approve of your choice," said Thranduil, rubbing his son's knuckles.
"Lurtz and you will always be welcome at Mirkwood."

Lurtz's eyes revealed his obvious surprise. "I never thought you would
approve. I am Uruk-Hai and..."

Thranduil looked at both of them, answering Lurtz's question. "I told 
my
sons to love unconditionally and never turn their back on love when 
they
found it. I also taught them to not let other people's opinions stop
them. I cannot blame them for following my teachings..." Thranduil
stroked his son's hair, relieved that Legolas was finally calming down.
"I already apologized to Elladan for not revealing my identity and...
Legolas, do you understand why I did it?"

"Aye," whispered Legolas, smiling at his father. "You always were
protective of us..."

"And even more so of you because you are my youngest." Thranduil smiled
dotingly at his son. "Did I take away your worries?"

Legolas nodded once, but still maintained his hold on his father's
hands. "Can you stay a little longer? I missed you..."

Lurtz stepped away from the two Elves, wanting to give them some
privacy, but halted in his tracks when Thranduil's eyes sought out his. 

"You do not have to leave," said Thranduil, addressing Lurtz. "You are 
a
part of this family now."

Lurtz felt at a loss for words. The last thing he had expected was for
Thranduil to accept him unconditionally. /He must love Legolas deeply 
if
his son's happiness means this much to him./ Lurtz pulled a chair 
closer
to the bed and sat down, watching father and son; Thranduil's 
appearance
still puzzled him. How could it be that the ancient Elf looked this
young?

Thranduil allowed Legolas to pull him onto the bed. Resting his back
against the wall, he pulled his son into an embrace, gently stroking 
the
long hair. They had often fallen asleep like that before Legolas had
reached maturity, but usually Valthoron had been there as well. The
absence of their mother had made it so much more important that they 
had
felt loved and Thranduil had often despaired when Legolas had given him
a lost look, missing his mother. "Go back to sleep, Legolas," said
Thranduil softly, feeling his son's body relax against his. "All is
well."

Legolas still trembled slightly and he reached for Lurtz, who promptly
took hold of his hand, caressing it. Feeling loved and cherished,
Legolas smiled and it remained on his face when he drifted off into
sleep. 

Lurtz and Thranduil's gazes met and it was the Uruk-Hai who spoke 
first.
"Did you mean it? Am I now a part of your family?" Or had Thranduil
merely -pretended- he accepted this relationship?

Thranduil sensed Lurtz's disbelief and apprehension. "I meant it. I
would never lie to my son. You are welcome at Mirkwood as well." 

"He was so afraid you'd disown and banish him." Lurtz's adoringly 
smiled
at Legolas, who looked at peace in his sleep. 

Thranduil frowned. "I did not realize he was that worried. Maybe I
should stay a few days until he fully realizes that I am sincere."

"Legolas would like that..." Lurtz leaned back in the chair, watching
them. The frown had faded from Legolas' face, making him look even
younger. "All that matters to me is his happiness. Your son is very
special and precious to me."

Thranduil grinned. "Aye, I raised him well! He turned out to be a very
skilled warrior and a compassionate and intelligent Elf."

Lurtz grinned as well. "You did a good job." It amazed him how easy he
got along with Thranduil. A welcome surprise. 

Thranduil continued to stroke his son's hair and occasionally he 
mumbled
reassurances when Legolas' sleep became restless. "I am here,
Legolas..." 

Lurtz's eyes closed involuntarily, feeling relieved now that he knew
Thranduil approved of their relationship. 

Thranduil noticed that Lurtz had fallen asleep as well and watched over
them until the sun rose again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Elrohir?" Erestor entered Elrond's study, never expecting to find the
Lord's youngest son behind his father's desk. "What are you doing here?
Morning has come and you have not slept yet." Neither had he. Since
Elrond's kidnapping, Erestor had looked after all affairs, bothering a
recovering Elrond as little as possible. 

Elrohir looked up from the reports he was reading. "Orcs were sighted
near the northern borders. We need to increase the numbers of patrols.
We cannot allow them to slip through."

"I will look in to it," said Erestor calmly. "Get some sleep, Elrohir."

Elrohir shook his head. "I am not tired." His eyes widened as a yawn
proved him wrong. "Well, maybe I am... just a little." Studying
Erestor's face he noticed the dark circles beneath the brown eyes. "You
look tired as well."

Erestor shrugged once and sat down opposite the desk. "Elrond is sorely
missed. A lot of matters are urgent and demand careful planning."

"And now you have to do that all by yourself. Ada cannot help you."

Erestor smiled. "Usually it is the other way around; I assist your
father, Elrohir. I take my directions from him."

Elrohir leaned back in his chair, placing the papers aside. "Ada will 
be
bedridden for at least three more weeks."

"I was thinking about that..." Erestor moistened his lips, suddenly
acting nervously. "When I was a child I once slipped from a cliff and I
broke both my legs. Even with my healing ability aiding me it still 
took
weeks to recover. My father designed a chair on wheels for me so I 
could
still move around. Maybe Elrond would like one as well?"

"A chair on wheels?" Elrohir raised an eyebrow. "That does sound
interesting. Would you be able to construct one?"

"Maybe," said Erestor, "I remember the design, but... I am not good at
crafts. I was hoping you could build it with my instructions."

Elrohir wondered about the blush that crept over Erestor's face. /Why 
is
he nervous? The idea sounds splendid. He has no reason to be 
nervous.../


Erestor unexpectedly rose from the chair and started for the door. It
almost resembled an attempt to flee the room and Elrohir acted
instinctively. "We should build it together."

Erestor stopped in his tracks. "Together?" 

The surprised tone in his former mentor's voice made Elrohir frown.
/Erestor, you are confusing me. What is this all about?/ 

"I like that idea," whispered Erestor, quickly risking a look over his
shoulder. "I will collect the necessary items."

Elrohir nodded. "Bring them here. I want to see the look on Ada's face
when he sees this chair on wheels."

"I will be back," said Erestor in a soft tone before vanishing into the
corridor. 

"What was that about? Why the blush? Why act surprised when I suggested
building it together? Ah, maybe he did not sleep enough these last few
days... That reminds me; I need to get some sleep as well." Elrohir got
to his feet and closed the door behind him. The corridor was empty;
Erestor had vanished. "I will tell him to rest... He has probably 
worked
hard, forgetting to take the occasional break." Now that his father was
still recovering, he felt it was his responsibility to look after the
welfare of his people, and Erestor was a good friend... He would make
sure Erestor rest as well.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Glorfindel helped Elrond to sit upright, pushing several large pillows
around the half-Elf's form to make sure he was supported. "The cook 
sent
some Lembas and soup." He sat down beside his lover and handed Elrond
the bowl filled with hot soup. 

Elrond gratefully accepted the food; his stomach growled and he 
devoured
the soup. 

"Here, have some more." Glorfindel refilled the bowl and watched his
lover eat the Lembas as well. Elrond had woken a few minutes ago from a
restless sleep. Thranduil appearing unannounced obviously kept the Lord
of Imladris from resting peacefully. "You look worried."

Elrond finished the soup and Lembas and handed Glorfindel the now empty
bowl. "Aye, I am worried... about Thranduil and Elladan."

"I can understand your worry where Thranduil is concerned, but Elladan
has made a full recovery. You need not worry about him." Glorfindel
rested his back against the head end of the bed and carefully wrapped 
an
arm around Elrond's shoulder, holding his love close. 

Elrond briefly closed his eyes; remembering the blush that had played 
on
Elladan's face earlier. "I am afraid Elladan might fall in love with
Thranduil."

Glorfindel's eyes widened in surprise. "And how did you reach that
conclusion, melme?"

"He blushed when I mentioned his savior... I think he fell in love with
the stars in his eyes." Elrond leaned back, resting his head on
Glorfindel's shoulder. "We need to keep a close eye on him."

"Elladan's first crush," teased Glorfindel. 

"It is the subject of that crush that worries me."

"Do you think Thranduil will... hurt Elladan?" Glorfindel considered 
the
matter; it was impossible to predict what would happen should Thranduil
find out about Elladan's crush.

"I hope not..." Elrond sighed concerned. "Elladan is still young and it
is the first time ever that he developed such feelings. It makes sense;
Thranduil saved his life and cared for him. Thranduil is his hero
and..."

Glorfindel pressed his lips onto Elrond's, silencing his lover. "Do not
worry too much, meleth-nîn. Elladan is an adult. We will try to keep 
him
from getting hurt but..."

"It is a lesson he needs to learn... It won't be the last time that his
heart will be broken."

Glorfindel's eyes narrowed, considering an option he didn't want to
explore. "What if  Thranduil develops feelings for Elladan as well?" 

Elrond's stunned gasp echoed through the room. "He is of my age,
Glorfindel... Elladan is nothing but a child to him. If he dares to 
play
with my son's heart I will have him removed from Imladris irregardless
of the consequences."

Glorfindel decided not to push the matter. /But when I looked into
Thranduil's eyes I saw real concern, real interest there. The fact that
Elladan felt betrayed mattered to him. Elrond might not want to
acknowledge this possibility, but there is a chance Elladan might 
become
important to Thranduil. Ai, melethron, if only I could take you away
from here for just a few weeks so you can concentrate on healing.../

"Nin bellas, what are you thinking of? There is a distant look in your
eyes." Elrond probed the sapphire eyes. No matter what happened in the
future, he could always depend on Glorfindel. 

"I am thinking of how much I want to take you away from here and spend 
a
few, quiet weeks with you...  Just the two of us. Envision it; being
away from it all."

Elrond smiled saddened. "I would love to spend time with you, but I am
needed here. I cannot leave... There is so much to do, so much to 
attend
to and... I am already behind because I cannot walk..."

Glorfindel placed a kiss on the top of Elrond's head. "But if there 
were
a possibility you would take it?"

"Aye," smiled Elrond dreamily, indulging himself by imagining the
impossible. "Within a heartbeat."

A wicked gleam appeared in Glorfindel's eyes. /Maybe there is a way.../

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Thranduil slowly untangled himself from his son's long limbs and left
the bed. Legolas was still sound asleep; night's revelations had taken
its emotional toll on his son. A noise made him look up and he stared
into Lurtz's eyes. The Uruk-Hai was already awake and watching them.
"Here, take my place." He signaled Lurtz to lie down whilst he headed
for the doorway. "I will talk to Legolas later today. Please assure him
that my visit was real and that I love him."

Lurtz nodded once, lying down and pulling Legolas to his chest. The Elf
sighed contently and never woke up. "I will tell him," assured Lurtz
Thranduil.

Thranduil softly closed the door behind him, not wanting to wake his
youngest son and walked down the corridor, heading for the gardens. The
sun was rising and he wanted to greet the new day whilst out in the
open. 

Drawing in a deep breath, he stepped beneath the trees. He studied the
sky for long moments, sensing the rain that would pour down later 
today.
A hesitant sun rose from the darkness, shining weakly. He placed his
hands on the trunk of an oak and briefly closed his eyes, allowing
himself to become with nature for a short moment. 

"What are you doing?" 

Elladan's voice broke the spell and he blinked once. Removing his hands
from the tree, Thranduil slowly turned around. "Is it not a bit early
for you to be up already? I thought you would like to rest after
suffering that blow to your head." Elladan stood half hidden behind a
tree, watching him closely. Thranduil smiled, seeing the puzzlement in
the twin's brown eyes. "You are wondering what I was doing?"

Elladan nodded once. Visions of Thranduil had haunted his dreams last
night and he had risen early from his restless sleep, preferring to
spend some time at the bathes instead of wrestling with those visions 
in
his bed. He had braided his hair and changed into a pair of brown 
robes.
When he had entered the gardens he never expected to see Thranduil
there. The elder Elf had been so focused on the tree and the sky that
Thranduil had never heard him approach. Thranduil's bewitching eyes
stared at him and he was unable to pull himself away. "Aye, what are 
you
doing?"

"I greet the morning sun and try to get in touch with nature again. It
is easier in Mirkwood. The trees know me there." Thranduil signaled
Elladan to join him. "Place your hands on its trunk..."

Elladan complied, but doubted he would sense anything. He trembled at
Thranduil's touch when the elder Elf placed his hands on top. 

"Now open your mind and reach out..." Thranduil felt amused, seeing the
shy expression in those dark eyes. Surely Elrond had taught his sons to
commune with nature?

Suddenly Elladan's eyes widened in surprise. "I feel something..." It
felt like a warm embrace and a hot wind swept through his body, warming
him. "What is it?"

"These trees are ancient; almost as old as I am. You feel their wisdom,
their contentment. They like being here... Imladris is a place of peace
and beauty to them. They are strong and healthy and most of them talk 
to
each other... and to us Elves. You did not know this?" Thranduil 
removed
his hands and briefly rubbed Elladan's, which would be tingling with
warmth. He recalled that sensation from the first time when he had
reached out in this manner. Elladan was giving him a curious look and 
he
smiled, trying to reassure the youngster. "You are strong enough to try
this on your own..."

Elladan blinked, suddenly realizing Thranduil was rubbing his fingers.
The contact caused even more tingling and this time it pooled in his
groin. Eyes wide, he felt himself hardening under the touch and he
pulled his hands away, breaking the contact. 

Thranduil wondered about the sudden loss of contact. Had he done
something to upset Elladan? Or was Elladan still upset with him for
lying about his identity? Was there a way to make things up to him?

Elladan grew uncomfortable under Thranduil's piercing glance and he
quickly addressed the elder Elf. "Did you already talk to Legolas?"

"Aye, I told him everything was fine. I will visit with him later
today..." Thranduil suddenly recognized the expression in Elladan's 
eyes
and took a step away from the half-Elf. /Ai, he cannot be falling for
me.../ 

Elladan didn't dare make eye contact with Thranduil. Shuffling his 
feet,
he felt his face grow hot. By Elbereth! He couldn't be blushing! Not
again! 

Thranduil wasn't sure how to deal with this situation. He didn't want 
to
hurt Elladan's feelings, and decided to act as if he hadn't noticed.
When Legolas had admitted his first crush to him, Thranduil had 
consoled
his son when the maiden in question had rejected him. He knew how
painful being in love could be. "I will return to my rooms now. I spent
the entire night talking to Legolas and I need to bathe as well."

Elladan felt immensely grateful that Thranduil had saved him from
certain embarrassment. Staring at the ground, he nodded. "Would you 
like
some clean clothes? I can send a servant..."

Thranduil nodded, accepting the offer. 

Elladan's blush intensified. "I will see you at dinner then?" 

"You may count on me," said Thranduil gently. /Ai, Elladan, you are so
young... And your first love should be someone your own age.../ He
wouldn't encourage the twin, and hoped that the infatuation would
quickly fade. /Once I leave Imladris he will forget me... And I plan to
leave in a few days./ In the meantime he would act kindly toward
Elladan, but at the same time he would keep his distance.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elrohir studied Erestor's sketch of the 'wheel chair' they would
construct for Elrond. "We should be able to do this..." Lowering 
himself
onto his heels, he helped Erestor attach the wheels. Erestor's long,
nimble fingers connected the wheels to the bottom of the chair and
accidentally brushed his. Erestor pulled back as if burned and moved to
the other side of the chair, breaking eye contact. 

Elrohir cleared his throat. Erestor's behavior worried him, but he
didn't know how to address this. "Are you feeling well, Erestor?"

"Why do you ask?" A worried glance appeared in Erestor's dark eyes. 

"You seem... nervous..." Elrohir frowned. Erestor was a mystery to him,
always had been. Glorfindel had been easy to figure out when he was a
child, but Erestor presented a riddle which he had never managed to
solve. The raven-haired advisor had always been there, had always 
served
his father and had been their mentor as long as he remembered and yet,
the elder Elf remained an enigma. He always kept his distance, never
spoke of anything personal and seemed cold and distant, expect for
moments like these, when he was unable to hide his concern. /And right
now he worries about Ada... Hence the wheel chair./ Elrohir drew in a
deep breath. "Are you sure you are getting enough sleep, Erestor?"

Erestor averted his eyes and stared at the floor. "The chair should
enable Lord Elrond to move about as he wishes. My work here is done and
I should leave now. There are countless reports to read and..."

"You do not want to see Ada's reaction to the chair?" His father would
probably want to thank Erestor, but the advisor's body posture told him
that the elder Elf was eager to leave. "You cannot work the entire 
time,
Erestor. Join me and let us visit Ada. I am sure he will be delighted 
to
see your gift."

Erestor sighed defeated, knowing Elrohir would get his way in the end,
the half-Elf always did. "I will join you..."

Elrohir rose, and pushed the wheel chair toward the doorway. "Erestor?"
His former tutor seemed tense, and only reluctantly moved toward him.
/Something upset you... What was it? I do not like seeing you in this
way... I will find out what is wrong.../

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Part 7
Guilt



Elrohir knocked on his father's door, hoping he wasn't waking Elrond
from a healing sleep, but then he heard soft giggling and figured
Glorfindel was keeping his father company and it might be safe to 
enter.
"I do hope they are decent," said Elrohir jokingly and winked at
Erestor, hoping to cheer up the elder Elf. But Erestor's expression
remained strangely haunted and the smile didn't reach the dark eyes. 

"Ada? Can I come inside?"

Elrond quickly straightened his robes and swept Glorfindel's hands 
aside
when the blond tried to 'assist' him, causing more mayhem in the
process. "Behave and open the door." Elrond sighed regretfully, wishing
Elrohir had waited a little longer to pay them this visit. He had
finally convinced Glorfindel to cuddle up to him and had even stolen
some hot kisses from the Elda's lips. 

Glorfindel rose reluctantly and made his way over to the doorway.
"Elrohir..." He raised an eyebrow, seeing the wheel chair and wondered
why Erestor was there as well. The dark haired Elf had already visited
earlier, discussing affairs that couldn't wait. "What is -that-?" He
pointed at the chair that Elrohir now pushed inside. 

Elrond immediately realized what the chair was for. "I should have
thought of it." He gave Elrohir an approving nod, proud that his son 
had
constructed this chair for him. "You did well, Elrohir."

Elrohir heard movement behind him and looked over his shoulder; Erestor
was about to sneak out of the room, but Elrohir quickly grabbed the
elder Elf's wrist, pulling him toward the bed. "It was Erestor's idea,
not mine, Ada." 

Elrond raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Thank you, Erestor." Erestor was
his chief advisor and he trusted the other Elf with his life, but
Erestor seldom showed his feelings these days. It had been different in
the past, but -the incident- had changed Erestor. "I am grateful you
thought of this. It will make moving about much easier."

Elrohir's gaze rested on Erestor and he wondered about the blush that
crept across the elder Elf's face. It almost seemed like Elrond's
compliment made Erestor uncomfortable, but why?

"A stroke of genius!" teased Glorfindel. He tried to catch Erestor's
gaze, but the other Elf averted his, making it impossible to probe the
dark depths. 

"Please excuse me," said Erestor in a shaky tone. "I need to read the
latest reports and..." Briefly, his gaze shifted to Elrohir, but then 
he
quickly averted his eyes, staring at the doorway. 

"You are excused," said Elrond softly, sensing Erestor's unease. "We
will discuss those reports later..."

Erestor nodded and fled the room. 

Elrohir looked at his father questioningly. "Ada? What is the matter
with Erestor?"

Elrond sighed concerned. "Sit down, Elrohir... There is something you
need to know about Erestor. You are now old enough to understand."

Curiously, Elrohir sat down on the side of the bed. Glorfindel and
Elrond exchanged looks and apparently reached a decision. "Ada?"

Elrond locked eyes with his son. "It started when the Orcs attacked 
your
mother." 

Elrohir briefly closed his eyes; reliving that horrific time. "What
started?" Opening his eyes, he stared at Elrond and Glorfindel. Their
fingers were entwined and they seemed to draw strength from the other. 

"You know that these foul creatures tortured your mother," continued
Elrond in a heavy tone. 

"Aye." Elrohir frowned. "When Elladan and I arrived mother was in a
dreadful state. We tended to her, but she couldn't bear our touch. Not
even you or your healers could change that. She sailed to Valinor to
find some sort of peace. Elladan and I cried for days when she left..." 

Elrond cleared his throat. Glorfindel reassuringly rubbed his lover's
knuckles and Elrond finally found the courage to continue. "You were so
busy tending to your mother that you never realized someone else was
hurting as well."

Elrohir's eyes narrowed, suddenly recalling that Erestor had 
accompanied
his mother on that trip. "Erestor was there as well."

Elrond moistened his lips, suddenly wondering if he should tell Elrohir
or not. Maybe this was too personal and Erestor didn't want the twins 
to
know. But it was too late now and he had to finish what he had started.
"Aye, Erestor was in command of your mother's escort. The Orcs singled
him out because he was in charge and they..." Elrond bit his bottom 
lip,
hesitant to continue.  

Glorfindel cleared his throat, drawing Elrohir's attention. "What your
father is trying to say is that the Orcs tortured Erestor as well...
Maybe even in worse ways than Celebrian. He tried to distract the Orcs
from tormenting her and... You were so concerned about your mother that
we decided not to tell you. But there are nights, especially when there
is a full moon like tonight, when Erestor remembers everything much too
clearly."

Elrohir shook his head in disbelief. "You kept this from us?"

"Celebrian demanded your attention and Erestor preferred it that way."
Glorfindel released Elrond's hand, left the bed and sat on his heels in
front of Elrohir. "You know what those creatures did to your mother;
Erestor suffered even worse, trying to draw their attention away from
her."

"I cannot believe this," whispered Elrohir shocked. Staring at
Glorfindel, he wondered how Erestor had managed to keep this a secret.
"Why did he not tell us after mother had left?" 

"Elladan and you were hurting and he did not want to add to your sorrow
by telling you what happened to him. Elrohir, Erestor is very strong,
much stronger than you think, but there will be times when he feels...
'uncomfortable'." Glorfindel inclined his head, hoping Elrohir
understood. 

"I am surprised you never noticed in the past," muttered Elrond, 
raising
a hand to signal his lover to return to his side. Glorfindel quickly
moved back to the bed and clasped his fingers around Elrond's. "But 
then
again, you spent a lot of time away from home, hunting Orcs." Elrond
studied his son. "There is something else you need to know."

"What is it?" Elrohir massaged his temples; a headache was beginning to
pound away in his head. Erestor had suffered so much and never told
them? How badly had he suffered at the Orcs' hands? What had they done
to him? Elrond had hinted Erestor's burden was even heavier than his
mother's. "Ada?"

"Erestor blames himself for what happened to your mother. He was in
charge of her escort and when the Orcs attacked, he did his best to
fight them off, but there were too many of the foul creatures. He 
thinks
he let her down and this guilt has been eating away at him for a long
time. After the attack he turned quiet, trying to 'atone' for his
'failure'."

Elrohir's fingernails dug into wood, listening as the horrific tale
unfolded. "But he did not stand a chance! There were about forty Orcs
and mother's escort consisted of five archers and Erestor!" They had
never thought Orcs would dare attack so close to Imladris. "It was not
his fault!"

"Aye, we know that," said Glorfindel, "but it is different for Erestor.
The archers did not survive the attack and your mother..." He quickly
glanced at Elrond. "Celebrian was hurt body and soul... She could not
face us and left... Erestor made the decision to stay and 'pay' for his
failure..."

Elrond interrupted his lover. "I assured Erestor countless times that 
he
was not to blame, but... he feels guilty because he survived and for
finding the courage and strength to continue."

Elrohir sat stunned, trying to deal with this new insight into 
Erestor's
personality. "I did wonder why he grew quiet after the attack, but I
never realized..."

Elrond's features briefly contorted. "Celebrian could not bear my touch
and my healers looked after her; one of them even accompanied her to
Valinor. I took it upon myself to care for Erestor as your mother did
not want me close. I can assure you that Erestor was gravely wounded...
Even more emotionally than physically. I tended to his injuries and it
took him several weeks to recover. You probably do not remember because
you were so worried about Celebrian. Erestor was hesitant to face
Elladan and you and stayed in his chambers until after your mother had
left." 

"I never suspected anything..." Elrohir grew angry with himself for not
noticing Erestor's anguish. "I never paid his silent moods any
attention." 

"Perhaps I was wrong to tell you," sighed Elrond, almost regretting
burdening Elrohir with this knowledge. "Do not tell Erestor you know...
He might retreat even farther within himself. "

Elrohir shook his head. "I cannot continue as if I did not know, Ada!"

"Then show Erestor compassion, but not pity. Give him the respect he
deserves and do not treat him differently because of this knowledge."
Glorfindel's gaze was warm when he addressed Elrohir. "Once the full
moon is gone he will become less restless..."

Elrohir recalled that night when they had found their mother, bleeding
and crying. A full moon had illuminated the night and had cast a 
ghastly
shadow over Celebrian's face. "When we tended to mother..." He looked 
to
Glorfindel for answers. 

"I tended to Erestor and took him back to Imladris."

Elrohir suddenly recalled that Asfaloth had carried two riders that
night, not one. But aye, Elladan and he had been too focused on their
mother to pay much attention to anything else. "Ada, what did they do 
to
Erestor?"

Elrond bit his tongue to keep himself from speaking; he couldn't tell
Elrohir the complete truth.

Elrohir thought back to that night. "They beat mother, burned her soft
skin and tore out her hair. These foul creatures... touched her..."
Elrond had never confirmed their suspicion that Celebrian had been
raped, but now he had to know. "Ada, did they... force mother?"

Elrond swallowed convulsively, wishing Elrohir hadn't asked him that
question. Glorfindel's thumb moved over the back of his hand, soothing
him. "Nay, Elrohir, I do not think so. The healers did not find any
evidence that she had been forced." 

Elrohir frowned. Why was his father this nervous all of a sudden? Was
Elrond lying to him in order to protect him? "And you believed them?"

"I cannot be sure, Elrohir, they might have twisted the truth, trying 
to
save her honor. I just know that she could no longer stand my touch."
Elrond looked pleadingly at Glorfindel; this conversation exhausted 
him.


Suddenly Elrohir's eyes widened. "Ada... Did they... What about 
Erestor?
Surely they did not..." By Elbereth, he didn't dare ask Elrond if they
had forced Erestor as well, but his father had hinted that the dark
haired Elf had suffered worse than his mother. 

Elrond averted his eyes. "I cannot tell you that, Elrohir."

The words pounded in his ears. "They did, otherwise you could have
reassured me they did not. By Elbereth, how did he survive? Endure the
pain?"

Glorfindel spoke softly. "Elrohir, you and your brother were so young,
still are, and you suffered a great loss. We kept this from you as best
as we could and... it was at Erestor's own request."

Elrohir nodded absentmindedly. "I can understand that he does not want
anyone to know, but... He helped you raise us! The two of you, mother
and Erestor are our family! We could have supported him..." It hurt,
knowing that even after so many years Erestor kept this pain to 
himself.
"I do not know if I can keep this a secret."

"What will you do?" Glorfindel frowned. 

Elrohir shrugged. "Right now I feel an overwhelming urge to hug
Erestor..."

Elrond smiled brightly and squeezed Glorfindel's hand. "Be careful when
you hug him, Elrohir. Erestor still reacts 'defensively' when someone
gets to close to him."

Elrohir locked eyes with his father. "I will not chase him away by
hugging him?"

"Did you hug him in the past?" asked Glorfindel amused. 

"Aye, I did..." Elrohir's eyes narrowed, realizing something. "He 
always
was nervous when Elladan and I hugged him."

"And now you understand why," said Elrond in a tired voice. 
"Glorfindel?
I need to rest... I am tired."

Glorfindel pulled Elrond close and encouraged the half-Elf to lean
against him. Glorfindel's eyes suddenly gleamed with mischief. "And 
you,
Elrohir, were you not going to hug someone?"

Elrohir realized he was being dismissed. "Ada, thank you for trusting 
me
with this. I will keep the secret... At least I will try."

Elrond nodded wearily and enjoyed his lover's soft touch as Glorfindel
stroked his dark hair. "Do no blurt out what I told you when you meet
Erestor. Be subtle for a change."

Elrohir blushed. "I will be careful," he promised as he headed for the
door. "Will you join us for dinner later?"

Glorfindel stopped Elrond from answering that question and addressed
Elrohir himself. "Maybe, it depends on how tired your father is."

Elrohir smiled warmly. "I feel reassured, knowing you are looking after
Ada..."

Glorfindel gracefully accepted the compliment and waited for Elrohir to
leave the room before locking eyes with Elrond. "You raised them well,
meleth-nîn."

Elrond allowed a grin to surface on his face. "Aye, -we- did. -We-
raised them well. I could never have done it alone."

Glorfindel kissed the tip of his lover's nose and watched Elrond dose
off. "I hope Elrohir does not scare Erestor by springing that hug on
him..." Grinning he tried to imagine Erestor's shock at being hugged
unexpectedly. Too bad he couldn't witness that little scene.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Erestor stared at the rising white shadow in the darkening skies; the
disk was already announcing the full moon that would illuminate the 
dark
night. He fought the horrific memories as they crept back onto him,
trying to pull them under the dark see in which he was drowning. Ai,
Elbereth, how he hated nights like these. When he was young he had 
loved
to walk beneath the full moon, but the Orcs' attack had changed
everything. 

/And Elrond knows what is haunting me... as does Glorfindel. They know 
I
am falling into Shadow again. I saw it in their eyes./ Like so many
nights before he wondered why he hadn't died that night, or one of the
long nights that had followed. He shouldn't have survived the abuse and
yet he had, though he had no idea why he still refused to surrender and
find rest at the Halls of Waiting. During those dark nights when Elrond
had sat at his side, tending to him, he had wondered what was giving 
him
the strength to stay at Arda, instead of leaving life behind. 

Only a few days ago he had realized the truth; it was love that kept 
him
here at Imladris. He didn't know when it had happened, but he had long
lost his heart to Elrohir. His love had simmered in the dark for some
time, but only know did he realize that Elrohir was the object of his
desires. 

At first he had been able to act normally around Elrond's youngest son,
but being around Elrohir was getting harder; especially when Elrohir 
was
close the entire time like he had been since Elrond's return. He longed
for the day when Elrond would finally recover so he didn't have to be
around Elrohir that often. 

Being in love and feeling the way he did made him feel immensely
insecure around Elrohir. Acting on his feelings was impossible, for he
didn't want to betray the trust Elrond had placed in him during these
last few years when he had trained the twins in matters of state. /I
should stay away from him. Maybe I can convince Glorfindel to work with
me, instead of Elrohir. I could say that Elrohir lacks necessary
experience. Elrond would surely except my explanation./ 

"Erestor? Are you in? I want to talk to you... Please?" 

Erestor was startled, hearing Elrohir's voice and involuntarily sucked
in his breath. He considered not answering, but was afraid that Elrohir
might search the house until the half-Elf had finally located him. He
had better face Elrohir now. 

"Aye, I am in. You may enter." Erestor moved to a chair beneath the
window and sat down, wrapping his robes around his trembling form. Only
a few candles illuminated the room and he hoped the shadows would hide
his troubled features from Elrohir's inquisitive gaze. 

Elrohir entered slowly, briefly halting in his tracks as he caught 
sight
of Erestor, the elder Elf's face hidden by shadows. "Erestor?"

"Aye?" He slowly rose to his feet, and reluctantly met Elrohir's gaze,
trying to act calm and composed. "Did anything occur that demands my
attention?" The reports he had received had spoken of no immediate
threat. 

Elrohir shuffled his feet, peeked at Erestor and wrung his hands.
"Erestor?" He took a step toward the dark haired Elf and noticed
Erestor's raised eyebrow. 

Elrohir's behavior puzzled Erestor; the half-Elf seemed oddly shy. "Is
something wrong, pen-neth?" 

"Actually, aye, there is..." Elrohir took another step closer toward
Erestor... and another....

Erestor suddenly realized that Elrohir was now only inches away, 
already
invading his personal space. He barely refrained from backing away from
Elrohir, but the expression in those dark eyes convinced him to stay in
place. Elrohir apparently needed something from him; some reassurance?
Advise? "Can I help?" he offered innocently. 

"Aye, you can." Extremely slowly, Elrohir raised his arms and wrapped
them loosely around Erestor's shoulders, burying the Elder Elf in an
embrace. Erestor tensed, and Elrohir almost pulled back, but he
stubbornly shook his head; unwilling to let the past gain a hold on the
present. "I need... to hug you close..." 

Erestor's eyes narrowed suspiciously, barely tolerating the embrace. He
only managed to stay in place because this was Elrohir; the half-Elf he
was in love with. "Why?" Why did Elrohir want to hug him? Unexpectedly,
the hug tightened and he desperately tried not to let his anxiety get
the better of him. Elrohir was very dear to him and the half-Elf would
never, ever, hurt him!

Elrohir moistened his lips; he had come here with every intention to
tell Erestor he knew what those Orcs had done to the Elf, but now his
vocal cords refused to comply. Erestor's shame and guilt would only
increase, realizing one of the twins knew his dark secret. "It has been
so long since I showed you how much I care..."

A sudden chill coursed through Erestor's form; Elrohir couldn't know
what had happened to him that night! The twins had focused on 
Celebrian,
not him. There was no way Elrohir could have found out the truth; 
Elrond
and Glorfindel would never betray his trust! He wouldn't be able to 
bear
the pity in Elrohir's eyes, which would certainly appear once the twin
knew the truth. /Maybe it's because he was afraid of losing Elladan...
He is probably relieved that Elladan safely returned./ 

Raising an arm and returning the embrace was one of the hardest things
Erestor had ever done. He had to show Elrohir that everything was fine
and when the half-Elf had been upset as a child an embrace had always
done the trick. 

Elrohir smiled against Erestor's shoulder, feeling a hesitant arm fold
around his waist. When he had first reached out, he had been afraid 
that
Erestor would flinch away from his touch, but it seemed like the elder
Elf had come a long way since that dreadful night. 

"Your father and brother are well, Elrohir. Let go of your worries and
enjoy their company. Nothing bad happened to them." Erestor hoped the
words would soothe Elrohir's obviously troubled mind. /Why come to me
for comfort? Why not seek out Elrond, Elladan or Glorfindel? Why me?/ 

"Erestor, it is -you- I worry about... You look weary and pale, and I 
am
afraid you are not taking care of yourself. When was the last time you
slept? Dark circles show under your eyes and seeing them worries me. 
And
when did you eat last? You look so thin..." Elrohir pulled back to look
at Erestor's eyes. "You are very important to me and I do not want you
to slowly fade away."

Elrohir's tone alarmed Erestor. Did he really look that exhausted? 
"Aye,
I have been working long hours and I might have forgotten a meal or 
two,
but do not worry about me, pen-neth. I am old enough to take care of
myself."

"Let me fetch you something to eat?" Elrohir looked at Erestor
pleadingly. "Seeing you eat would make me feel better."

Erestor smiled weakly. "Is it that important to you that I eat?"
Elrohir's concern warmed his chilly soul. The youngest twin had always
been his favorite, but it had never showed in his dealings with the two
half-Elves.

"Aye, Erestor, it does." Elrohir felt pleased; Erestor had not made any
attempt to flee the embrace. Apparently the raven haired Elf had found
ways to deal with the effects of the torture he had suffered in the
past. At least Erestor was able to bear his touch, something Celebrian
had never managed. /And Erestor suffered much worse./ 

Erestor was beginning to feel uncomfortable now that Elrohir continued
to hold him close. Slowly, he edged away from Elrohir and thankfully 
the
half-Elf didn't question his retreat. "I am honored that you worry 
about
me, Elrohir, but there is no need to fret over me."

Elrohir smiled warmly. "I will fetch us something to eat. I am hungry 
as
well." 

Erestor cringed privately, realizing Elrohir intended to stay. "Ai,
Elrohir, I am bad company tonight, maybe you should seek out Elladan
instead." 

Elrohir played his trump. "Nay, Elladan is in love and can only think 
of
Thranduil." 

Erestor's eyes widened in surprise. "Thranduil?" What was Elrohir
talking about?

"Ah, you do not know yet that Hynduil is Thranduil in disguise? Let me
tell whilst drinking some sweet wine, Erestor. I will head for the
kitchen and bring back food and wine. Then we will settle down and I
will tell you what happened at dinner last night."

Erestor sighed resignedly. Elrohir seemed determined to do this. "Then
fetch the food and wine, pen-neth and I will add more wood to the fire.
It is turning cold in here."

"That is an understatement! It is -freezing- cold in here!" Elrohir
grinned and marched out of the room, heading for the kitchen. 

Erestor shook his head in disbelief. "I wonder what has gotten into 
him.
Why worry about me now?" Well, he had to admit that he might have acted
uncharacteristically, and he had been neglecting his needs. The last
time he had eaten was two days ago, but he would never admit that to
Elrohir. /Ai, Elrohir, you are such a gentle and caring soul. How could
anyone not be fond of you?/ But it went deeper than that. That fondness
had turned to love during long and lonely years; a forbidden love, and
one he could never admit to openly.

Sighing worriedly, he collapsed onto his chair. Could he deal with
Elrohir fussing over him? Maybe if he ate Elrohir would let him be. 
/But
I do not want him to let me be... I enjoy his company. I am less lonely
when he is close, but.../

/You do not deserve his company, nor his affection!/ A cold, berating
voice echoed through his head, making him cringe. /You failed his
mother! He does not remember you were meant to protect her, but if he
did, he would loathe the very sight of you. -You- could not protect
Celebrian! -You- are to blame!/

Erestor released a strangled sob. The voice never left him alone,
haunting him day and night. /I tried my best, but there were so many of
them and so few of us/

/Excuses! -You- should have fought harder! Instead you let them capture
her! Celebrian was -your- responsibility and -you- let them hurt her!/

/Nay, I tried to distract them, but it was already too late. They had
hurt her... But I stopped them from hurting her even worse!/

/-You- got everything you deserved for failing her, Erestor. Elrond
might hide his disgust of you, but that does not mean it is not there.
You can see it in his eyes if you look close enough, but -you- do not
dare to look him in the eyes!/ 

"Nay, stop it..." Erestor let his dark hair fall in front of his face,
trying to lock out the taunting voice. "I tried..."

"Erestor?" Elrohir frowned concerned, seeing Erestor this distressed.
Through strands of dark hair, he thought he saw tears. He almost
considered leaving Erestor alone, but in the end his concern won and
made him clear his throat, announcing his return. Erestor's head 
whipped
back, and he quickly wiped at his eyes. /Ai, he 
-is- crying... By Elbereth, how can I hellp him?/

"Elrohir, I would prefer to be alone tonight. I seem to have lost my
appetite and..." Erestor wearily eyed Elrohir as the half-Elf placed 
the
tray with food and wine on the floor next to him. His stomach betrayed
him, growling softly. The freshly baked Lembas smelled deliciously and
Elrohir had warmed their wine, just the way he liked it. He hadn't
thought Elrohir would remember he liked his wine hot. "I am not hungry
any more."

Elrohir shook his head determinedly. "Erestor, you -must- eat 
something.
You are wasting away. Will you tell me what ails you? I am a good
listener; you told me so yourself." He picked up the goblet filled with
warm wine and pressed it into Erestor's shaky hand. "Drink. It will 
warm
you from the inside."

Erestor grew more worried with every passing moment. "Why are you this
concerned about me, Elrohir?" It was his greatest fear that Elrohir
would somehow find out about his past. If the half-Elf truly knew what
had happened, he was tempted to leave Imladris to avoid the
confrontation. "I should return to the study and read the latest
reports. I also need to write Celeborn and..." He grew silent when
Elrohir's stare became pleadingly. "What do you want from me?"

"To unburden your soul."

Erestor's scared expression told him to stop pressuring his friend. A
change in topic was needed to reassure Erestor. "Elladan's soul is
burdened as well..."

"You mentioned something about Thranduil?" Erestor welcomed the changed
subject, hoping to distract Elrohir. /Do not worry about me, pen-neth. 
I
am not worth it./

Elrohir had hoped Erestor would confide in him, but the elder Elf 
seemed
reluctant to even hint at the things that haunted him. "Ai, Elladan is
falling in love with Thranduil... Remember Hynduil, the Elf that 
rescued
Elladan? He turned out to be Thranduil..."

For the next hour Erestor listened to Elrohir's soft and soothing voice
and without realizing it, he drifted off into sleep. 

Elrohir noticed Erestor's slow, yet steady breathing and removed the 
now
empty goblet before it could drop onto the floor. "You cannot be
comfortable in that chair." Gently he pushed his arms beneath Erestor's
knees and back and lifted the dark haired Elf. Surprised at the low 
body
weight, he raised an eyebrow. "You have not been eating, Erestor..."

He placed Erestor in the center of the bed and pulled up the covers,
tucking the blankets around the elder Elf's body. Elrohir pulled up a
chair and rested his feet on the side of the bed, watching Erestor
thoughtfully. /You are always there for us when we need you... And yet 
I
never noticed you needed someone as well. Maybe I can now return the
love and attention you gave Elladan and me./ 

Recalling Erestor's painful past, he continued to study the face, which
was now relaxed in sleep. "I will stay here tonight and watch over
you..." Terrible nightmares and waking visions had tormented Celebrian
after the attack and he wondered if Erestor was prone to them as well.
"You need a good night's sleep, Erestor... I will keep the nightmares
away." His protectiveness of the Elder Elf didn't really surprise him.
Erestor had always been there for him when Elrond or Glorfindel were 
too
busy to spend time with him. Love and affection had blossomed in his
heart long ago and he smiled tenderly, vowing to help Erestor fight his
personal demons.

______________________


TBC



Part 8
Peace
 
 
 
Legolas woke when a low, hungry moan reached his ear. Stretching like a
cat, he looked into Lurtz's dark eyes. Recalling his father's visit last
night, he looked about and frowned at finding Thranduil gone. "Where did
Ada go?"
 
"He needed to rest, bathe and change into clean clothes. I am certain we
will meet him for dinner. How do you fare, Legolas? Did your father's
words put your mind at ease?" Lurtz fingered a lock of blond hair,
holding his love close. 
 
"He did," replied Legolas. He moved onto his back and stared at Lurtz's
face hovering above him. The dark mane was a complete mess and his
fingers combed through the black mass. "He surprised me though,"
admitted Legolas softly. "I did not expect him to accept us that
easily."
 
Lurtz raised an eyebrow. "He seemed reasonable enough." Lurtz paused
briefly, gathering his thoughts on the matter. "I hoped he would accept
this relationship, but I never thought that it would actually happen.
Your father is a kind and compassionate man. No wonder you turned out so
well." Lurtz smiled teasingly and placed a light kiss on Legolas' lips. 
 
Legolas raised a hand and rested it on the back of Lurtz's broad neck.
"My happiness is complete now that we have my father's blessing."
 
Lurtz nodded once, but then the expression in his eyes darkened. "Whilst
you were asleep Elladan informed me that Elrond wants to talk to us
after dinner." 
 
"Did he tell you what about?" Seeing the seriousness in Lurtz's eyes,
Legolas sat upright, momentarily dismissing his passionate feelings;
this seemed important.
 
Lurtz inclined his head, trying to recall Elladan's exact words. "Elrond
is concerned about the power and influence Saruman and Sauron are
gaining, and he wants to aid Rohan, which now is at the heart of the
attack. Elladan mentioned something about sending reinforcements to
Rohan." Frowning, he tried to deduce why this included Legolas and he.
"Maybe we are part of those reinforcements?"
 
Legolas sighed regretfully. "I wish I could spend more time with my
father now that he is at Imladris, but we have been idle much too long.
We are warriors; we live for those moments on the battlefield. If Elrond
has need for us somewhere else, we shall go." He probed Lurtz's eyes.
"Or would you rather stay here?"
 
Lurtz shook his head. "The healers have nearly finished with my teeth.
We could leave the moment Elrond gives the order. I will always be at
your side."
 
Legolas smiled blissfully. "Then we will fight side by side, covering
each other's back."
 
Lurtz looked deeply into Legolas' eyes. "You are a fierce warrior,
Legolas. I love to see the fire in your eyes when you go in for the
kill."
 
Legolas laughed warmly. "You are quite a sight yourself, Lurtz." He
found he was looking forward to leaving Imladris and to return to the
road once more. Maybe he could find out Aragorn's whereabouts and aid
the Fellowship on their way to Mount Doom. 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
The sensation of being watched woke Glorfindel. He immediately reached
for Elrond, but was startled to find the bed empty. Sitting upright, he
scanned the room and his eyes widened, seeing Elrond behind his desk,
working his way through a pile of papers. "What do you think you are
doing? You should be resting!" Glorfindel left the bed and marched over
to the desk, standing in front of it. 
 
Elrond's soft giggle took him by surprise. Looking down, he realized he
was completely naked whilst Elrond had somehow managed to dress in his
ceremonial robes. Not bothered by his current state, he frowned at
Elrond. "You cannot have dressed yourself."
 
"Elladan visited earlier and helped me into my robes and this chair. I
am grateful that Erestor thought of it. Now I can get on with my work."
Elrond's brow became  knitted. "I have to increase the number of patrols
and we must improve our warning system. When Elladan was attacked..."
Elrond didn't get a chance to finish his sentence because Glorfindel had
moved to his side and his lover's fingertips traced his lips,
effectively stopping him from speaking.
 
"Let me worry about the patrols and the warning system. You should be in
bed and resting, not exhausting yourself." Glorfindel placed a hand on
either side of Elrond's head and held the half-Elf's gaze. "Will you let
me take you back to our bed so you can rest? Moving about whilst your
feet are still healing cannot be wise."
 
The pleading tone and expression made Elrond give in with a sigh.
"A'maelamin," whispered Elrond in a warm tone. "If I would let you, you
would fuss over my every step..."
 
Glorfindel leaned in closer and smiled tenderly. "Can you blame me for
being protective of you? It is something you must learn to live with."
His thumb lightly brushed Elrond's lips and he dotingly gazed into his
lover's eyes. "Return to our bed, mela en' coiamin, and let me hold you
until the sun has reached her highest point. Only then will I release
you and allow you to see to your work."
 
Elrond raised a hand and rested its palm against the blond's cheek. "I
can never deny you, melamin." Slowly, he pushed the chair away from his
desk and allowed Glorfindel to lift him in his arms. He rested his head
against the blond's shoulder, relishing Glorfindel's concern. His lover
lowered him onto the bed and Elrond pushed several pillows behind his
back so he could sit upright. "Join me in bed?" His gaze revealed warmth
and approval as it traveled down his lover's body. "My, you are
beautiful, lirimaer."
 
Pleased at hearing those words, Glorfindel crept closer on all fours,
smiling cockily at his lover. The time for words had faded and he leaned
in closer, kissing Elrond passionately.
 
Elrond surrendered to his lover's sweet kiss and allowed himself to
forget about the dark forces that were marching for Helm's Deep,
momentarily indulging himself and relishing Glorfindel's touch.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Erestor woke slowly, and he wondered about this lazy, pleasant sensation
coursing through him. It had been years since he had woken feeling this
comfortable. The nightmares had left him alone, enabling a healing
sleep. 
 
As his eyes focused again he realized why he had slept undisturbed.
During their nap, Elrohir had sneaked into his bed and had curled his
arms around the elder Elf. Erestor marveled at the peaceful expression
on the half-Elf's face and he smiled, saddened, almost certain that
Elrohir had found out about his past. /What else would explain his
behavior? He somehow found out and hurried here to soothe me, but how
did he find out? Only Elrond and Glorfindel know; why would they tell
Elrohir?/ 
 
As if aware of his troubled thoughts, Elrohir pulled him closer, resting
his head on his shoulder. Surprisingly strong arms wrapped themselves
around his waist and Erestor couldn't bring himself to wake the young
half-Elf, so he patiently endured the embrace. 
 
When Elladan and Elrohir had been children, they had occasionally slept
with closed eyes. Glorfindel and Erestor had been startled when finding
them like that for the very first time. However, over the years they had
grown accustomed to seeing the twins sleep with their eyes closed. 

Erestor tentatively touched a strand of Elrohir's hair, and the silk
like texture flowed through his fingertips. Slowly, he returned the
embrace. He had been afraid that Elrohir holding him like this would
bring back dark memories, but the half-Elf's hug only brought warmth and
contentment. /When was the last time I held someone in my arms? It has
been so long.../ His tormented soul longed for a mate, a lover, but his
body had been unable to accept that fact for so long, always remembering
the pain and humiliation he had suffered at the Orcs' hands. 
 
"I should take you to your room, pen-neth." Erestor boldly placed a
chaste kiss on the top of Elrohir's head, inhaling the half-Elf's musky
scent. A warmth was born in his groin and his eyes widened with
surprise, finding himself growing erect for the first time in decades.
/This is folly. I cannot give into my feelings, even though my body is
waking up. I must take him back to his room before he realizes I desire
him./ 
 
Erestor's gaze lingered on Elrohir's face, staring adoringly at the
full, red lips. "One day you will make someone very happy, pen-neth..."
Suddenly Elrohir's eye lids fluttered, and the large brown eyes opened
to stare at him. He couldn't stop the blush from forming on his face and
he immediately tried to squirm out of the embrace, but Elrohir didn't
let him. 
 
"What did you say? I will make someone very happy?" Elrohir frowned,
wondering what had made Erestor say that. 
 
"I was thinking aloud; please forgive me." Erestor forced himself to
return Elrohir's gaze calmly. "Why did you stay when I was asleep? You
should have gone to your room to seek out your bed." He tried to rise
again, but Elrohir's arms tightened around his shoulders. Sighing
dejectedly, he gave up. 
 
"Erestor, Elladan and I sneaked into your rooms when we were children,
do you not remember?"
 
"I remember retrieving you from Glorfindel's rooms," chuckled Erestor,
thinking back to happier days. 
 
"But Glorfindel and Ada were not close the entire time," said Elrohir
softly. Erestor was still trying to pull away, but Elrohir pretended to
not notice. "Rain made the earth shift and travelers got themselves into
trouble. Ada and Glorfindel left to help the unfortunate ones. The rain
continued and was joined by lightning and thunder. You must remember!"
 
Erestor smiled fondly, finally able to recall the incident. "Elladan was
hiding beneath my bed and you had wrapped yourself up in my ceremonial
robes. I recall finding you rocking on my bed, ordering a frightened
Elladan to join you. I had forgotten about that night." It had taken him
some time to coax Elladan from beneath his bed, but in the end the twins
had snuggled up to him, their tiny hands clutching his. "It is true,
then; you have sought out my bed before."
 
Elrohir smiled smugly. "Why should I bother to return to my bed when I
am perfectly comfortable here?"
 
Erestor inclined his head in surrender. "You are comfortable here?"
 
Elrohir nodded once. "Erestor? Can I ask you something personal?"
Erestor grew tense in his arms and the elder Elf's expression darkened.
Eyes, which had sparkled with mirth seconds ago, now turned gloomy and
brooding. He cringed, seeing the change in those dark orbs. Should he go
ahead and ask his questions? But he didn't want to embarrass Erestor...
Suddenly Erestor tried to move away from him, but Elrohir instinctively
tightened his hold and gasped in surprise as Erestor's erection brushed
against his leg. 
 
Elrohir's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. /He is hard? But.../ Confused, he
tried to make sense of everything he had learned. /Erestor seems
uncomfortable when I am near. He blushes a lot, avoids being around me,
and when we built Ada's wheel chair he nearly bolted from the room when
I took hold of his wrist./ Elrohir sucked in a deep breath as the answer
to his question presented itself. /He cannot be in love with me! But
what if he is? Can it be he loves me? But when did it start and... Aiya,
it is the only explanation that makes sense. Why else would he be
aroused? It is because I am close! By Elbereth, what do I do?/ 
 
"Elrohir? Maybe you should let me go now. I have neglected my duties for
far too long, and Elrond and Elladan are probably wondering where you
have disappeared to." Erestor hoped he sounded calm and controlled,
whilst he desperately willed his arousal to fade. /Tua'min Elbereth, I
do not know what to do, and I do not want to scare him./
 
When Elrohir sought out Erestor's eyes, the elder Elf averted his. /When
I look into his eyes now, I see the love he feels for me. That is why he
tries so hard to avoid eye contact./ Elrohir kept Erestor in place,
never letting go of his hold, but at the same time he closely studied
Erestor's reaction to him. Erestor didn't seem to panic, as Elrohir had
been afraid of. Many years had past since the Orcs had ravaged the elder
Elf and Elrohir grew hopeful that Erestor would be able to love again. 
 
/And how do I feel about Erestor? He helped Ada raise me. Erestor was my
tutor and I trust him completely. I... I do love him. But in what way?
Is there a future for us? Do I want to take this step?/
 
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Erestor's blush deepened. 
 
Elrohir gently brushed a long stray lock away from the elder Elf's face
and wished Erestor would look him in the eyes. "Erestor?" That did the
trick and he was finally able to look into swimming, slightly unfocused
orbs. "You are a trusted friend, Erestor." /And one day you may even be
more./
 
Erestor swallowed hard at hearing those words. He knew what reply
Elrohir expected; the one he had given since holding the twins in his
arms for the very first time. "Amin mela lle, pen-neth." But those words
sounded different now. He would always adore the dark haired twins; they
had stolen his heart when Celebrian and Elrond had shown their offspring
to him. Elrohir had grabbed his thumb back then, pulled at it, and the
gesture had made Erestor smile fondly. 
 
"You seem awfully distant, mellonamin." Erestor was a trusted friend,
but could the elder Elf become more to him? Elrohir stared into
Erestor's eyes, reading unconditional love in them. /I already love
you,/ mused Elrohir, /Maybe I can learn to love you in a different way
as well./ 
 
Erestor felt paralyzed as the half-Elf's eyes probed his gaze and he
tried to hide the love he felt for Elrohir. /He can never find out. He
is like a son to me, nothing more!/ 
 
Elrohir sensed some of Erestor's inner turmoil and finally took pity on
the elder Elf, releasing Erestor from his embrace. "You will stay in
this warm bed, Erestor. You still look exhausted. I will wake you in
time for dinner."
 
"Dinner?" Erestor felt disappointed and relieved at the same time. Now
that Elrohir was getting to his feet, the embrace no longer held him
prisoner, but he was startled, realizing he already missed Elrohir's
body heat and closeness. "Do not trouble yourself. One of the servants
will bring me some lembas and wine and he always leaves it at the
doorstep for me to fetch it when I get hungry. There is no need to wake
me." Suddenly Elrohir's hand rested atop of his, and he quickly grew
quiet, surprised at how intimate that touch felt. 
 
"You will have dinner with the rest of us. You spend too much time on
your own. Some company will do you good." His eyes twinkled, adding the
next bit, "My brother will be staring at Thranduil all evening and
neglect me. Ada and Glorfindel will probably forget about me as well,
and I do not even want to mention Lurtz's obsession with Legolas. They
all are in love and just interested in speaking with their loved one.
Please, join us for dinner? At least that way I will have someone to
talk to." Would Erestor agree? 
 
Erestor sighed compassionately, understanding very well how one felt
left out when everyone else was in love. "I will join you."
 
Elrohir smiled smugly, happy with his scheming. "I will tell Ada that
you are joining us. He will be delighted."
 
"Delighted?"
 
Elrohir said quickly, "Ada worries about you for some reason. I asked
Ada what was wrong, but he refused to tell me." Hopefully his white lie
would remain uncovered. "Seeing you at the dining table will probably
ease his worries."
 
Erestor averted his eyes. /Elrond is worried... So he knows my dark
moods have returned. Why else would he be delighted to hear I accepted
Elrohir's invitation?/
 
It pained Elrohir to see Erestor trying to hide his distress.
Instinctively he squeezed Erestor's hand gently. "I will see you at
dinner then?"
 
Erestor nodded slowly. "I will be there." He stared at Elrohir's hand,
holding his. Normally he panicked when someone touched him, but it was
different with Elrohir. /My true love... The one that can touch me
without causing the memories to torment me... Why must he be one of my
Lord's sons? One I can never have?/ Saddened, he watched as Elrohir
pulled back and walked over to the doorway. The warm smile on Elrohir's
face made him even more desirable to Erestor, but he fought the
attraction. /He will never be mine./
 
Elrohir noticed Erestor's darkening mood and almost returned to the bed
to comfort the elder Elf, but he didn't want Erestor to become
suspicious because of all the attention he was getting. He had to wait
until dinner to reassure Erestor. /Take tiny steps. Go slow or you will
scare him away./ Elrohir smiled warmly. "I will see you at dinner in two
hours?"
 
Erestor nodded and watched listlessly as Elrohir closed the door behind
him. /Alone again./
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Glorfindel entered the guest house, but passed by Legolas' and Lurtz's
chambers and came to a halt in front of Thranduil's. The noise emanating
from the room told him that the ruler of Mirkwood was in and he knocked
once, waiting for a reply.
 
"Enter..." Thranduil quickly finished dressing and smoothed the fabric
of his brown leggings and tunic. Dinner was in one hour and he had hoped
to get some rest, but apparently someone wanted to talk to him. The door
opened and he raised an eyebrow inquisitively, seeing Glorfindel enter.
He had hoped to see his son standing there. 
 
Glorfindel felt slightly nervous. After all, he was doing this behind
Elrond's back; his lover would never agree if he knew about these plans.
"Thranduil, I require your help."
 
The eyebrow remained raised as Thranduil took in Glorfindel's
appearance, immediately noticing the seneschal's nervousness as
Glorfindel continued to shuffle his feet. "In what way can I be of
assistance?" He owed Imladris for helping Legolas when his son had been
wounded. 
 
"I..." Glorfindel turned around, made sure the door was closed and began
pacing the room. Occasionally he looked at Thranduil, only to lower his
gaze again. 
 
"If I can somehow help, I will," said Thranduil reassuringly. He had
seldom seen Glorfindel nervous; what was wrong? He walked up to the
other Elf and came to a halt in front of Glorfindel, who was now forced
to come to a standstill as well. "Does this have anything to do with
Elrond?"
 
Glorfindel swallowed hard. "It does..." Could he really go through with
this? But Elrond needed the rest, some peace and quiet. "He is not
healing as quickly as he should. The Orcs present a constant danger, and
he nearly lost Elladan to them. At times his burden is too heavy, and I
want to help him carry it. He needs some time away from these problems,
but he cannot leave Imladris. He is needed here."
 
Thranduil nodded. "Continue." He wasn't sure where Glorfindel was taking
this, but he had certain suspicions
 
"Elladan, Elrohir and Erestor do their best to keep Imladris safe, but
they lack proper direction now that Elrond is recovering. They need
someone experienced, someone who is willing to accept responsibility."
 
"And then you thought of me," whispered Thranduil in a surprised tone.
"Are you asking me to replace Elrond as the ruler of this realm until he
has recovered?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Elrond will never agree
to this. You probably did not even tell him about your plans. Your
concern for Elrond is commendable, but you need to find another way to
ease his burden." 
 
"But... would you do it?" Glorfindel searched Thranduil's eyes. "It
would be the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bury the past and
begin anew.. if that is what you want."
 
Thranduil turned away from Glorfindel and stared at the gardens. A smile
surfaced on his face, seeing Elladan place his hands on an old oak,
obviously trying to reach out and obtain some kind of contact with
nature. "I would do it," said Thranduil eventually. "But Elrond will
never agree to it."
 
Glorfindel smiled behind Thranduil's back. /Maybe I can convince Elrond
to agree to my plan./ The smile faded, recalling just how exhausted
Elrond was these days. "There is something else I would discuss with
you." He really dreaded Thranduil's reaction to his next comment, but
Elrond wanted this discussed and now that the half-Elf was recovering,
Glorfindel had taken it upon himself to talk to Thranduil. 
 
Thranduil turned to face Glorfindel and whispered, "Elladan."
 
Glorfindel nodded slowly. "Elladan is falling in love with you."
Thranduil remained calm, which surprised Glorfindel. He had expected
Thranduil to burst out laughing. After all, compared to Thranduil,
Elladan was just an Elfling! The fact that Thranduil's expression was
serious and concerned changed Glorfindel's opinion of Thranduil for the
better; maybe the Woodland Elf had changed in more ways than one.
Thranduil seemed to have let go of his former anger, directed at Elrond,
and was remarkably mellow. "You do not seem surprised."
 
Thranduil inclined his head. "I suspected as much. The youngster has not
yet learned to carefully cloak his emotions. I must admit Elladan
surprised me. But maybe it is because I saved his life. His infatuation
will grow less in time."
 
Glorfindel released a relieved sigh. "You will let him down gently? He
has never been in love before, and if you hurt him..." 
 
Thranduil interrupted Glorfindel. "I have no intention of hurting him."
A smirk briefly appeared on his face. "I should be flattered that
someone as young and handsome as Elladan is interested in me. I am so
old... I hardly remember what it feels like to be in love."
 
Glorfindel frowned. "You cannot be serious, Thranduil. When was the last
time you looked into a mirror?" Thranduil looked as young as an Elfling;
he always had. The Woodland Elf possessed an unearthly beauty, enhanced
by the bewitching eyes and long blond hair that reached his waist. How
could Thranduil not think himself attractive? 
 
"When was the last time I looked into a mirror?" Thranduil repeated
Glorfindel's question in a puzzled tone. "I stopped paying attention to
my appearance when Legolas and Valthoron's mother died. Why look
attractive when there is none to notice?"
 
Glorfindel grinned. "You might want to find a mirror then. Maybe you
will see what Elladan sees when he looks at you." What was he doing? He
couldn't play matchmaker! Elladan and Thranduil were millennia and
worlds apart! He shouldn't encourage Thranduil!

 
A smile ghosted on Thranduil's face as he studied Glorfindel. He almost
addressed the other Elf, curious why Glorfindel was acting peculiarly,
but in the end he decided against it. "I won't hurt Elladan's feelings."

 
Glorfindel nodded slowly. "I will reassure Elrond that his son's heart
is safe with you." Glorfindel started to walk over to the doorway, but
then halted. "And I will tell him you are willing to replace him for a
short time so he may rest and recover."
 
Amused, Thranduil watched Glorfindel leave. The seneschal had surprised
him, asking him to step in for Elrond. "We will see what happens,"
whispered Thranduil, picking up his cloak and stepping outside to seek
out Elladan.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Elladan sighed longingly and leaned against the trunk of the tree that
Thranduil had used to show him his link with nature. He wished Thranduil
was here; maybe then his heart would stop aching painfully. With every
step it contracted, reminding him of its existence. He had never before
felt this empty, this hungry, and it scared him. 
 
When he had woken this morning he had been erect and visions of
Thranduil touching him had made him come almost instantly. Now he
couldn't face anyone, afraid they knew about his dreams. Feeling ashamed
for imagining Thranduil touching him that intimately, he turned around
to rest his brow against the sturdy tree. After placing his hands on
some branches, he tried to repeat the process Thranduil had shown him,
but nothing happened. The warmth didn't engulf him. 
 
"You need to let go completely."
 
Hearing Thranduil's voice shocked him, and he quickly took some steps
away from the blond who had appeared next to the tree. "I cannot do it.
I am not strong enough. Maybe it is because I am just half-Elven."
Elladan cursed privately. /Reminding him of the fact that you are not
even a full Elf is the stupidest thing you can do!/
 
Thranduil remained motionless, sensing Elladan's confusion. "I doubt it
is because you are half-Elven. It is because you cannot fully
concentrate; something distracts you." Would Elladan confide in him?
Thranduil doubted it; it was still too early, but he was determined to
try anyway. "What troubles you?"
 
Elladan quickly averted his eyes. /I cannot tell him! He will laugh at
me and then our friendship will be strained; that is if he still wants
to be friends./
 
"Elladan? Would you like to walk in the gardens for a while?" Thranduil
caught Elladan's gaze and blinked dazedly at the emotions staring back
at him. Elladan was falling for him hard. 
 
Elladan shook his head. "Maybe we can go for that walk another time?"
Thinking quickly he said, "Dinner is about to be served." He had hoped
to spend time with Thranduil away from the others, but now he felt too
shy to proceed. He would make a complete fool out of himself with
Thranduil this close, and none present to save him when he said
something stupid. 
 
Thranduil nodded and smiled compassionately. "Maybe we can go for that
walk after dinner?" He would talk in private with Elladan. The last
thing he wanted was for Elladan to wrestle with his personal demons
alone. Being young and in love for the first time could turn one's world
upside down.
 
Elladan managed a weak smile. "Maybe later..." He trembled as Thranduil
rested a hand at the small of his back. The touch electrified him and
caused him to grow aroused. He had never felt more thankful for wearing
robes that concealed his predicament. 
 
Seeing the blush on Elladan's face, Thranduil guessed correctly what was
wrong with the half-Elf. When his body had awakened, thousands of years
ago, he had felt insecure and embarrassed as well. Maybe a father-son
conversation was in order, but he doubted Elrond had the energy to talk
Elladan through this. /I have two sons and had that conversation twice;
I can do it again. I will talk to Elladan about his feelings and the way
his body is reacting to it./ 
 
Elladan kept his gaze locked on the floor, hoping Thranduil hadn't
noticed his arousal. /Why did this happen to me? Why did I fall in love
with Thranduil? He will leave for Mirkwood in a few days and I will
remain here. Elves can die of a broken heart, but what of half-Elves?
Will the human part of my soul keep me alive and force me to endure this
torment?/ He cast a look at Thranduil, whose magical eyes and ageless
face made his heart ache with desire. /I must fight these feelings, but
what if denying them will kill me?/
 
TBC
 
 

Part 9
Marching Orders 


Glorfindel pushed the wheel chair closer toward the dining table.
Legolas was talking softly with Thranduil, and the younger Elf's eyes
sparkled with happiness now that he no longer lived in uncertainty and
had received his father's blessing. Lurtz stood behind him, one hand
resting possessively on Legolas' hip. Thranduil smiled at something
Legolas said, but Glorfindel noticed that the starlit gaze settled on
Elladan, who sat silently at the table, pushing some fruits from one
side of his plate to the other. 

"Erestor and Elrohir are not here yet," whispered Elrond, worried. He
was tired, so unbelievably tired that Glorfindel had let him sleep all
day long, only waking him for dinner. Even now he felt like falling
asleep again. But he had to stay awake; he was the host and had to make
sure everyone's needs were taken care of. Glorfindel sat beside him,
instantly folding his fingers around Elrond's shaky hand. Elrond smiled
gratefully at his lover. /Do you have any idea how badly I need you?/ 

"Lurtz? Legolas? Thranduil?" Elrond called them softly and signaled for
them to take their seats. Turning to Glorfindel, he said, "Would you
mind checking on Elrohir and Erestor?"

Glorfindel nodded, and rose to his feet. Before leaving the hall, he
leaned in closer and whispered softly into Elladan's ear. "Look after
your father for me. He is exhausted." 

Elladan, glad that he could focus on someone else besides Thranduil, got
to his feet and walked over to his father. He sat down on the seat
Glorfindel had just vacated and watched Elrond closely. When had the
dark circles under his father's eyes appeared? "Ada, are you sure you
would not rather rest?"

Elrond smiled warmly at Elladan's concern. "I am fine, Elladan..."

But Elladan didn't believe his father and his eyes sought out
Thranduil's; why, he didn't know. 

Legolas noticed the look Elladan gave his father and wondered about the
intensity of that expression. He decided to ignore it for now and
concentrate on Elrond instead. "Lurtz told me that you wanted to talk to
us?" 

Elrond wanted to tell Legolas that this should wait until after dinner,
but doubted he still had any energy left later this evening. "Sauron's
army is heading for Rohan. Théoden stands alone and I plan to honor old
allegiances, fighting alongside Man once more." Elrond raised his eyes
and his fingers clawed the armrest, wondering why he did not feel rested
after sleeping for so many hours. "Galadriel and I have agreed that an
army of Elves should aid Rohan, and volunteers have stepped forward,
eager to fight Saruman and Sauron."

Legolas nodded once and caught Lurtz's eyes. Lurtz would be fighting his
own kind in this war. "What is it that you want us to do?" 

Elrond struggled to keep awake; fatigue was pulling him under again.
"Haldir of 'Lorien will lead this army of archers, but..." Elrond
briefly searched for the right words. What was it he had wanted to say?
"Aragorn, Gimli and Gandalf arrived at Rohan to aid the people there. I
thought that maybe you would want to join them."

Legolas leaned in closer. "Aragorn has reached Rohan? What of the
others?"

"The Hobbits will find their own way." Elrond's eyes nearly closed, but
then they opened again. "But you must understand the danger you will
face. Saruman has gathered an army of ten thousand strong. Many of our
kin will die."

Lurtz growled softly. "They will need all the help they can get. I will
go to Rohan and fight Saruman."

"And so will I," said Legolas determinedly. "When do we leave?"

Elrond met Thranduil's gaze and looked at the Woodland Elf pleadingly.
"I regret that you have such little time left with your son."

Thranduil studied Elrond and realized the half-Elf was already half
asleep. Glorfindel had every reason to worry about Elrond's well-being.
"Legolas makes his own decisions, Elrond. I also wished there could have
been more time, but my son is a warrior and he will defend the people of
Rohan until his last breath."

Legolas beamed at hearing his father praise him. "I will not disappoint
you."

Thranduil smiled. "Fight well, Legolas, and make me proud."

Lurtz watched the exchange and nodded once. /And I will keep him safe.
No Orc or Uruk-Hai will end Legolas' life. I will be his shadow until we
return here./

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elrohir knocked on Erestor's door, ready to convince the elder Elf to
join him for dinner if Erestor should object. Not receiving an answer,
he knocked again. The door was ajar, allowing him to look into the room.
Erestor stood in front of the window, watching the rain rivulet down the
glass. 

"Erestor?" Elrohir softly whispered the other's name, stepping inside.
"Erestor?" 

Suddenly the elder Elf stirred from his trance-like state and turned
toward him. Elrohir cringed, seeing the tears flowing down Erestor's
face. "Why are you crying?" Slowly, giving Erestor time to adjust to his
presence, he advanced on the Elf. "Was it something I did or said?"

Erestor shivered violently and the expression in his eyes changed as he
woke from his trance. Realizing tears were dripping from his chin, he
quickly wiped them away. "I lost myself..." He had been staring at the
never-ending rain and suddenly tears had formed in his eyes. The full
moon cast a haunting light over the landscape, reminding him of that
dreadful night when the Orcs had overwhelmed Celebrian's escort. 

Finding Elrohir at his side startled him. When had the half-Elf
approached? "Pen-neth, I am in no state to join you for dinner. Just
leave me alone."

But Elrohir shook his head determinately. "Will you tell me what makes
you this sad?" 

Erestor sighed deeply and bowed his head. Lacking the strength to stay
on his feet, he slid down the wall until he sat huddled on the floor. 

Elrohir acted at once. Concerned, he sat down beside Erestor, claiming
the elder Elf's shaky hands in the process. "What scares you, Erestor?
What haunts you?"

"Sweet Elrohir," whispered Erestor as his head lolled from one side to
the other. "I cannot tell you." He couldn't ruin their friendship by
admitting he had never told the twins the truth about that fateful
night. 

Elrohir raised a hand and rested it on Erestor's chest. When Erestor
didn't flinch away from his touch, he stroked the skin through the thick
fabric of the robes. Seeing the anguish in Erestor's eyes, he made his
decision. "Ada told me." Elrohir held his breath, unsure what to expect.
To his surprise, Erestor remained calm and motionless. "Why did you not
tell us? Elladan and I are old enough to know what happened. We could
have supported you through the years. We lost mother..."

Hearing those words, panic crept up on him, and he began to pant,
drawing in too much oxygen and he doubled over, trying to regain control
over his raging emotions.

"Calm yourself, mellonamin." Elrohir followed his instincts and enfolded
Erestor in his arms, rocking the Elf like Erestor had rocked him when he
had been a child. "You are safe, Erestor. I won't leave your side.
Please let me keep your nightmares away."

Erestor shook his head against Elrohir's chest. His instincts told him
to get up and run, to put as much distance between them as possible.
Elrohir was much too close and a pair of strong arms was holding him
tightly. He should be panicking, fighting to get free, but instead he
leaned against the half-Elf's body, sobbing softly. (

Elrohir sighed, relieved, feeling Erestor melt into his embrace. "Tell
me what to do. Tell me how to comfort you."

"There is nothing you can do, pen-neth." Erestor had managed to slow
down his breathing and through the strands of his hair, he peeked at
Elrohir's face. The pity he was afraid to find there was absent from the
warm, brown eyes. Instead, affection and concern stared back at him.
"You must think me weak for caving in like this."

"Nay, you are not weak. You are strong, Erestor. You endured so much 
and yet you stayed. You love us. Please do not think of yourself as weak.
You are strong... Strong!" 

Erestor couldn't help it; he chuckled against Elrohir's chest. "Strong?
You must confuse me with someone else. Did you not wonder why I 
stayed at Imladris and never left? The mere thought of riding out with a patrol
makes me feel sick to the stomach. It is the fear that it might happen
again. There are still Orcs out there, and..."

Elrohir continued to rock him, stroking the long black hair in the
process. "I understand, mellonamin. When Elladan was attacked I feared
for his safety as well, but he was lucky Thranduil was on his way to
Imladris. When Glorfindel found mother and you, it was already too
late." 

Erestor swallowed hard, tried to wipe away his tears, but found that
Elrohir's hold didn't afford him much space to move. That realization
should have triggered another anxiety attack, but it didn't. Instead he
soaked up Elrohir's warmth. His thoughts raced; memories of the past
mingled with the future and he felt adrift on a sea of maddening
emotions. In the end he blurted out the one feeling that felt true to
him. "Elrohir, amin mela lle..." 

Elrohir's eyes now swam as well, hearing the hope in Erestor's shaky
voice. "Aiya, aratoamin. You fought so hard and you carried this burden
for so long. Rest now in my arms and let my voice soothe you. I will
stay with you as long as you need me and then we will discuss this in
depth." 

"Amin mele lle, Elrohir... amin mele lle." Erestor suddenly raised his
head to make eye contact with Elrohir. 

Elrohir smoothed back the black mass of hair and stared into Erestor's
pleading eyes. "You need rest, Erestor and I will guard your dreams.
Come, let me lie you down so you may sleep." Erestor stared blindly at
him and Elrohir gently pulled the other Elf to his feet, guiding him to
his bed. "Lie down, mellonamin." Erestor had gone limp and Elrohir made
sure the elder Elf was resting comfortably on his side, before joining
Erestor in the bed. To his surprise, Erestor wrapped his arms around
him, holding him close. Elrohir smiled, saddened, seeing Erestor's eyes
turn vacant. "How much will you remember when you wake again? Will 
you finally let me in and share your pain, or will you pretend nothing
happened? For your sake, I won't let you lock me out ever again."

Elrohir tucked Erestor's head beneath his chin, stroking the tangled
mass of dark hair. "I will be there for you as long as you will need
me."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Elrohir?" Glorfindel slowly entered Erestor's chambers, uncertain what
to find. "Elrohir? What happened here?" He walked over to the bed and
pulled up a chair. Seeing Erestor's tear streaked face he moaned softly.
"How I wish I could carry this burden for him." 

Elrohir locked eyes with Glorfindel, and continued the soothing motion
of stroking Erestor's hair. "Has it ever been this bad before?"

Glorfindel nodded. "I am afraid so, Elrohir. Most of the nights, when
the memories overwhelm him, either Elrond or I stay with him."
Glorfindel frowned. "He never lets us hold him though." The frown
quickly changed into a smile. "I always hoped he would put his trust in
someone. It seems like he chose you." 

"He is in love with me," whispered Elrohir after making sure that his
charge was still asleep. "I suspected it, but now he has told me."

Glorfindel leaned back and rested his feet on the side of the bed,
watching them. "I cannot remember Erestor ever taking a lover. Having
these feelings for you must have been a shock to him."

"He kept whispering he loved me... Glorfindel, what do I do?" Elrohir
searched the blond's eyes. "I refuse to hurt him when he is already
suffering."

Glorfindel carefully considered the question. "You do not return his
feelings then?"

Elrohir's face briefly contorted. "I do not think so. I love him, but...
I do not think I love him as a lover should." 

Glorfindel nodded once. "Do you have any idea how long Erestor has been
in love with you?"

"I do not know... I guess a few years and I never noticed, but thinking
back I recall moments when he lingered a little longer than necessary.
Or he appeared out of nothingness to help me. He was always close."
Elrohir wondered about the Elf in his arms. "What do you think,
Glorfindel? Can I learn to love him?"

Glorfindel raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. "Do you want to love him
then?" Elrohir never ceased to amaze him. "Erestor is... was your
teacher. He is much older than you and he suffered greatly. Would you
not be better off loving someone closer to your own age, who does not
carry such a burden?"

Elrohir knew there was wisdom in Glorfindel's words, but somehow it
sounded wrong. "Erestor loves me. He probably did for years and he 
would have continued hiding his feelings if he had not broken down a few
moments ago. Glorfindel, I do love Erestor... Is that not enough?"

"What you feel is compassion and sympathy for a soul in need. That is
not passion. You still have to taste love, Elrohir. Support Erestor if
you will, guard his dreams, but what you feel differs from what he feels
for you." 

Elrohir soothingly rubbed Erestor's back when the Elf groaned softly,
twitching in his arms as another nightmare attacked. "Glorfindel, I know
you mean well, but how can you know my feelings when I do not know 
them myself?"

Glorfindel waited for Elrohir to look at Erestor and then grinned
wickedly. /Elrohir is willing to fight for you, Erestor. Mellonamin, you
have fallen in love with a noble soul, very much like his father's.
Elrohir is determined to learn to love you... I hope you can deal with
his youthful enthusiasm and stamina./ 

"Please give Ada my regrets and tell him that I cannot join you for
dinner. I am needed here." Elrohir placed a chaste kiss on Erestor's
hair, like his former tutor used to do when he put the twins to bed
during Elrond and Glorfindel's absence. "I want one chance to make this
work, Glorfindel. Do you think Ada will object?"

"You are an adult, Elrohir, your own master. You reached maturity many
years ago and you are capable of making your own decisions. Elrond will
respect your choice." Glorfindel smiled warmly. "Erestor deserves to be
loved after everything he went through... Elrohir, this is your
decision." 

"Do not tell Ada yet. Let me talk to him," said Elrohir, feeling Erestor
relax in his arms. 

"I will not tell him," vowed Glorfindel. "But do not wait too long to
tell your father."

Elrohir nodded. "I will tell him tomorrow. Will you excuse Erestor and I
from dinner?"

Glorfindel walked over to the doorway. "I will make up an excuse."

"Diola lle." Elrohir watched Glorfindel close the door and then focused
on Erestor again. "Sleep, I will guard your dreams." Pushing deeper into
the mattress, he got comfortable as well, and settled in for a long
night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Did Elrond really fall asleep on us?" Thranduil smiled warmly and
looked to Elladan for an answer. 

The twin slowly shook his head in disbelief. "I think he did. Glorfindel
was right; Ada is exhausted." Elladan shifted on the chair. What was he
supposed to do now? Wake Elrond? Let the half-Elf sleep through dinner?

"In Glorfindel's absence we will take your father back to his quarters,"
said Thranduil, taking charge. He smiled when Elladan's troubled gaze
met his. "Do you want to carry him or shall I?"

Elladan cleared his throat. "We could use the wheelchair instead."

"But the motion will surely wake Elrond," mused Thranduil. "I will carry
him, then." He turned to address Legolas. "I will visit you and Lurtz
later tonight so we can say goodbye."

Legolas nodded. "Ada, take good care of Master Elrond." Legolas rose
from his chair, quickly followed by Lurtz. Legolas leaned in closer and
pressed a chaste kiss on his father's brow. "We will be in the gardens
tonight."

"I will find you there," said Thranduil, getting to his feet as well. He
smiled, seeing Lurtz follow Legolas out of the room; the protective
gleam in the Uruk's eyes told him that his son would be safe during the
upcoming battle. 

Thranduil walked over to Elrond and found Elladan nervously shuffling
his feet. It seemed like Elladan wanted to carry Elrond after all. "Go
ahead, Elladan."

"What if I jostle his feet?" Elladan made eye contact with Thranduil.
"Would you mind carrying him? I will open the doors and guide you to his
rooms."

Thranduil slid his arms beneath Elrond's back and legs and slowly lifted
the half-Elf. Now that he got a good look at Elrond, he noticed the
exhausted expression in the vacant eyes. What Elrond needed was a break
from his work. He had never understood why Elrond so willingly accepted
to carry the burden of Middle Earth on his shoulders, but he respected
Elrond for accepting this responsibility. "Show me the way, Elladan."

Carrying Elrond through the long corridors, Thranduil followed Elladan,
who barely kept from fussing over his father with every step they took.
In the end they reached Elrond's chambers, and Thranduil gently lowered
Elrond onto the bed. 

Elladan pulled up the blankets and tucked them around his father's form.
Seeing Thranduil's slightly raised eyebrow, he explained. "We do feel
the cold... Maybe it is because we are half-Elven. I want him to be
warm."

Thranduil leaned against the wall, watching Elladan watch Elrond. The
two dark haired half-Elves were obviously father and son; they shared
the same features, the hair color, their stubbornness... The only
difference was their eye color. Elrond's were greenish grey whilst
Elladan's were chocolate brown. 

"I wonder where Glorfindel is. He should have returned from checking on
Erestor some time ago." Worried for his father's well being, Elladan
eyed Elrond closely. "It looks like he is getting worse instead of
better."

Thranduil nodded once. "Your father is a very busy man, and his body is
not getting the time it needs to heal."

Elladan's eyes pleadingly looked at Thranduil. "Is there anything we can
do to help?"

"Glorfindel visited me earlier, asking me to step in for Elrond for a
short time so your father can recover."

Elladan frowned. "I do not think Ada will agree to that."

"That is what I told Glorfindel." Thranduil looked at the blond, as
Glorfindel dashed into the room with a stricken expression on his face.

"I could not find him!" explained Glorfindel. Immediately he sat down on
the bed and stroked Elrond's hair. "The dining hall was empty, but the
wheel chair was still there and I..."

"You panicked," finished Thranduil for him. He didn't remember anyone
telling him officially that Elrond and Glorfindel were lovers, but then
he shrugged; it was too obvious to ignore. "Maybe you should tell him
about your plans. Elrond won't heal, running himself ragged like this."

"He will never agree to it," whispered Glorfindel regretfully. "It would
be best for him, though. I know of a lovely house near the Bruinen where
he could recuperate, and it would still be close enough to return to the
Homely House when needed."

Thranduil considered his options. "Maybe we need to convince Elrond?"

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Elladan's gaze shifted from Elrond
to Thranduil. "Ada is stubborn - like I am." A ghost of a smile appeared
on his face. 

Thranduil inclined his head. "Very true, but I can convince Elrond
easily."

"That is something I want to see," mumbled Glorfindel. "I never managed
to convince Elrond to do anything against his will, even if it was in
his best interests."

Thranduil smiled. "You really want me to do this? He might agree to your
plans now, but he will fight you in the morning."

"But there will be witnesses who heard him agree," said Glorfindel
slyly. "Elrond is a man of his word."

 Thranduil disliked manipulating Elrond, but it was in the half-Elf's
best interest. "Let me sit on the bed."

Elladan vacated his place, but remained standing near the bed. Thranduil
made eye contact with Glorfindel. "Wake him, say his name."

"Elrond? A'maelamin, please wake up for me." Glorfindel caressed his
lover's face and Elrond's eyes regained some awareness, but the half-Elf
was far from completely being awake. "Now what?" Glorfindel looked at
Thranduil.

"Let me do this," said Thranduil, placing his hands on either side of
Elrond's head. 

Elladan sucked in his breath, hearing that extra quality to Thranduil's
voice. It had also been there when Thranduil had stopped him from
falling asleep after suffering that head injury. He exchanged a
questioning look with Glorfindel, who also remained alert. 

"You need to rest, Elrond. You need to find some peace and quiet away
from your obligations," said Thranduil in an entrancing tone. 

"Aye..." whispered Elrond sleepily. 

"Glorfindel here knows the perfect place for you to recover from your
injuries. Imagine living near the Bruinen. You could sleep all day long
if that is what you desire, and Glorfindel will stay with you."

Glorfindel looked at Thranduil. /He knows about Elrond and I and he is
using that knowledge to his advantage. By Elbereth, I would rather have
Thranduil as a friend than an enemy./ He had never known Thranduil was
capable of bewitching people with his voice, but now he filed that
information away; maybe he would need it later. 

"How does that sound, Elrond? Resting in the sun, sitting near the
Bruinen with your love at your side?" Thranduil moved a little closer,
looking into Elrond's blurry eyes. "Does it sound good? Would you like
to be there? Near the Bruinen? With Glorfindel?"

"Aye..." A smile uncoiled on Elrond's face and he blindly grabbed
Glorfindel's hand, squeezing gently. 

Thranduil smiled smugly. "You will go there then? You will let
Glorfindel take you there? And do not worry about Imladris. Erestor and
your sons will take good care of it." Thranduil added in a mere whisper,
"And I will help them."

Elrond's eyes mirrored his desires as he managed to look at Glorfindel
in this trance-like state. "I would like to go there with you, nîn ind."

Thranduil smugly met Glorfindel's gaze. "The three of us heard Elrond
agree to this. He will object when the morning comes, so I suggest you
prepare for your departure, Glorfindel. Do not give him a chance to go
back on his word."

Glorfindel stared at Thranduil in amazement. "You are truly devious,
Thranduil."

"I will take that as a compliment," chuckled the Woodland Elf. He gently
released his hold on Elrond and signaled for Glorfindel to comfort the
exhausted half-Elf. "I will start with my new duties, then. Elladan,
will you take me to your father's study? We should attend to the most
urgent matters at once." 

Elladan nodded eagerly. His father was in the best hands and he would
like to spend some time alone with Thranduil. "I will show you the way."

Thranduil rose from the bed and looked one more time at the sleeping
Elrond. "Glorfindel, you have witnesses who heard Elrond agree. I
suggest strongly that you take him away from here for some time. The
Bruinen will strengthen Elrond again; the water possesses a strong life
force of his own and Elrond stopped using it some time ago. Why, I do
not know. I use the trees to replenish my powers, and Elrond used to the
same thing whilst using the Bruinen's powers. Make him remember the 
old
days when we drew strength from the heart of our realms."

Glorfindel nodded. "I will take good care of him and we will be in close
contact... of course."

"Ha!" Thranduil laughed. "You already regret asking me to look after
Imladris during Elrond's absence? It was your idea after all!"

Glorfindel shook his head in disbelief, hearing the amusement in
Thranduil's voice. "What terrible menace did I unleash on Imladris?"

Thranduil heard Glorfindel's remark and continued to laugh. He was
allowed to manipulate them just a little, wasn't he? After all, he had
done so at Glorfindel's request! Seeing Elladan's concerned expression,
he quickly sobered. "Lead on, Elladan. I will teach you how to rule
Imladris..." 

Elladan heard the confidence in Thranduil's voice and he sighed deeply;
Elbereth help them when Elrond realized what they had done!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Erestor woke in the middle of the night, wondering why he felt warm and
cherished. This pleasant feeling vanished however, at realizing that
Elrohir was once more keeping him company in bed. He was taking up too
much of the twin's time; Elrohir should be looking after Elrond instead!


He began to free himself of the embrace, but frowned, realizing that it
wasn't Elrohir holding him close, but the other way around. His arms
were wrapped around Elrohir, preventing the half-Elf from leaving. "I am
sorry," he mumbled regretfully. "I have been keeping you here when you
should be at your father's side." Memories of his breakdown returned to
him, making him feel ashamed and embarrassed. He recalled talking to
Elrohir, but what had he said?

Elrohir's eyelids fluttered and the large brown eyes opened. It had
taken him years to grow used to see those eyes close in sleep and open
upon awakening. He instantly released Elrohir, removing his arms, but
the half-Elf remained motionless. "Elrohir, you should not be here."

"But I could not leave you alone, Erestor; I worry too much about you.
Mellonamin, how much do you remember of our conversation?" Elrohir 
hated
pushing the issue, but he couldn't allow Erestor to hide behind his
walls. Erestor shook fiercely, and Elrohir re-established the embrace,
showing Erestor that the Elf didn't have to do this alone. "Erestor?
What do you remember?" 

"I said something, did I not...? I said...?" Erestor frowned, trying to
remember what he had said exactly. His eyes widened in shock and his
breathing quickened, as memories of clinging to Elrohir and confessing
his love for the half-Elf in his darkest hour surfaced. "What did I do?
Why are you still here?" He had always been afraid that Elrohir would
hate him, should the half-Elf learn about his true feelings. But Elrohir
was still there, holding him close. "I should never have told you."

"You really love me, do you not?"

Erestor nodded mutely, afraid to trust his voice. His body tensed,
feeling Elrohir soothingly rub his back through the fabric of his robes.
"I am afraid so," he mumbled eventually.

Elrohir frowned at that reply. "Erestor?" He waited for the elder Elf to
meet his gaze and only then continued. "I am truly flattered that you
love me. To hear you whisper those words... Why did you not tell me
earlier?"
 
Erestor's eyes were still wide, revealing his shock. "You are not
offended that I have these feelings for you? You were my student and
I..." His voice faltered, recalling something Elrohir had said earlier.
"Elrond told you... You know what happened that night when the Orcs
attacked?" A panicked expression appeared in his big eyes. "I tried to
lure them away from your mother. You must believe me, pen-neth, I tried
to keep her safe, but..."

"Erestor, please calm down." Elrohir's hand rested above the elder Elf's
heart and the fast, much too fast, heartbeat echoed in his fingertips.
"I know you tried to protect mother. No one blames you."

"I blame myself," said Erestor, barely audible.

"Aiya, Erestor... You did the best you could. Orcs are foul creatures
and they delighted in tormenting mother... and you." Elrohir grew
frustrated when Erestor avoided his gaze. "Do not blame yourself for
something you had no control over."

Erestor shrugged noncommittally. "Your father told me the same thing,
but I... I cannot believe it. There must have been something I could
have done to stop them from..."

"Erestor!" Elrohir cut the elder Elf short. "There was nothing you could
do. You have to forgive yourself for being outnumbered and helpless."
Erestor flinched in his arms. "I know it is hard, but it is the only way
for you to heal. Forgive yourself."

"I cannot. I still hear Celebrian's screams and..." Erestor bit his
bottom lip until it bled. /Stop it! You do not want to remind Elrohir of
what happened to his mother! It took him long enough to accept her
departure; there is no need to reopen this wound!/

Elrohir ignored his own pain when Erestor referred to his mother, and
focused on the Elf instead. "And what about -your- screams?"

"I did not scream hard enough... They still turned to your mother
and..." His voice collapsed, abandoning him. 

Elrohir held Erestor protectively, still rubbing the other's back. "It
was not your fault. You suffered terribly as well."

"Will you forgive me then? But nay, I do not have the right to ask for
your forgiveness." Erestor felt paralyzed now that remembered pain
coursed through him. His screams had echoed through the lonely night and
had mixed with Celebrian's. It seemed like it had taken Glorfindel days
to find them, but only hours had passed. 

Elrohir grew alert at hearing Erestor's question. If he said he forgave
the elder Elf, Erestor's belief that he had failed would be
strengthened. "There is nothing to forgive, Erestor. You did nothing
wrong."

Tears flowed down Erestor's face, hearing those words. "But..."

"Erestor, you did nothing wrong. You are not to blame. You tried to save
my mother. You did everything right." Erestor now sobbed in his arms and
Elrohir held on tight. "You did nothing wrong. You are not to blame. You
tried to save my mother. You did everything right." He repeated the
words time and time again, hoping to finally get through to Erestor.
"You did nothing wrong. You are not to blame. You tried to save my
mother. You did everything right." Maybe if Erestor heard it enough
times, he would allow himself to believe it. 

Elrohir's words rang in his ears and Erestor desperately clung to them.
/I did nothing wrong? I am not to blame? I tried to save Celebrian... I
did everything right?/ He waited for the taunting voice to appear in the
back of his head, but the mocking voice remained silent. /Can it be
true? Did I do everything right? Elrond said many times that he does not
blame me - and now Elrohir is saying the same thing./

Tentatively, he raised his eyes and met Elrohir's. Sheer determination
shone from those brown orbs, almost willing him to believe. "I did
nothing wrong?"

Elrohir flinched at the hesitant, fragile tone. "You did nothing wrong."

"I am not to blame? But how can that be?" But the mocking voice 
remained
quiet, and Erestor began to believe Elrohir. "I did try to save your
mother..."

"You did everything right," said Elrohir, "but you got terribly hurt in
the process. Do you believe me when I say that you carry no guilt?"

Erestor nodded slowly. "If you say so I must believe it."

"Good," said Elrohir pleased. "Erestor, you carry no guilt, do you hear
me?" Erestor nodded and Elrohir smiled. "Let go of the pain. You have
been suffering for so long."

Erestor held his breath, feeling Elrohir's lips brush his brow. The kiss
burned his skin and he released every tear he had ever kept back. 

Elrohir held Erestor tightly as the Elf sobbed in his arms, and his lips
traveled lower, kissing the tears away. /And so the healing of your soul
begins./ 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Part 10 
Dancing In The Moonlight.

(Note; a drawing accompanies this part and can be viewed at
http://www.avalon.cobweb.nl/acceptance.10.html )
 
 
Thranduil rested one hand on his son's shoulder and the other on
Lurtz's. They had spent the last hour talking and he had gotten to know
Lurtz a little better. What he had learned pleased him. "I truly believe
the two of you are well suited for each other. Now your most important
task is to make sure the other stays alive in the upcoming battle." For
one moment his eyes locked with Lurtz's. "I do not want to lose my
son..."
 
"I will keep him safe," promised Lurtz teasingly; knowing it would get a
reaction out of Legolas.
 
"I am skilled enough to take care of myself," said Legolas in a mock
hurt tone, but his sparkling eyes revealed he knew his lover was teasing
him. "You had better hope -I- keep -you- safe!"
 
Lurtz laughed loudly and shook his head. "We will see about that!"
 
Thranduil nodded once, smiled and squeezed their shoulders. "I trust you
will return to Mirkwood after this war is over."
 
"Now that I know we are welcome there, we will come home," said Legolas
warmly. "Ada, I am glad you traveled to Imladris; it has been long since
we last talked."
 
Thranduil's hands came up behind Legolas' back, bestowing a parental hug
upon his son. "You will always be welcome in Mirkwood." Releasing
Legolas, he took a step away from his son, smiled once more and then
turned around to leave the room. This parting was merely temporary; he
was confident they would meet again.
 
Lurtz pulled his lover close as the door closed behind Legolas. "I like
him."
 
Legolas grinned. "I think the feeling is mutual." He sobered quickly,
realizing they would leave in a few hours. They had spent the majority
of the night in the gardens, but now it would be wise to rest before
their departure. 
 
Leading his lover to their bed, the Elf lay down, waiting for Lurtz to
join him. Lurtz faced him and Legolas caught the smile in the dark eyes.
"I will pretend to sleep," promised Legolas. 
 
"Good," said Lurtz smugly, wrapping his long, strong arms around the
lithe form. "Then I can catch some sleep as well. It might be our last
chance to rest for days, maybe even weeks."
 
Legolas nodded against his lover's chest. He would miss their quiet
nights at Imladris, but the upcoming fight possessed its own lure. /Ada
is right. We must look out for each other and I have no idea how Lurtz
will react when he faces thousands of Uruks./ Legolas listened to
Lurtz's breathing, noticed how it slowed down, and realized his lover
had fallen asleep. /I will keep a close eye on you.../
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Thranduil slowly entered the gardens, thoughtfully staring at the full
moon and cloudless, midnight sky. Strolling towards an ancient chestnut,
he placed his hands on its trunk. The night was heavy with magic, and it
had been months since he had last felt it. The trees called out to him;
the earth beneath him tickled his feet and the air almost made him
dizzy. 
 
As long as he remembered he had always had a strong connection with
nature, but it had dimmed in Mirkwood because of the shadow. Over the
decades it had become harder to find the light and warm in the forests
of Mirkwood, and dark forces nagged at its eternal roots. 
 
But this night was different; tonight was magical, and he would use it
to strengthen his powers. 
 
Thranduil removed his shirt and threw it onto the ground, relishing the
soft breeze that caressed his naked chest. His leggings followed,
together with his boots and underwear. Naked, he grinned, gazed at the
stars, and raised his arms, ready to receive whatever power the moon and
stars wanted to bestow on him. Palms turned upward, they began to tingle
and the sensation slid down his arms, into the rest of his body. It was
a magical night indeed!
 
The enchanting atmosphere made him giggle and he began to run toward the
forest, his feet barely touching the ground. Power rose from the earth,
slipping into his toes and up his legs. The giggling grew louder and an
ancient song left his lips, words which meaning were half hidden to him
as well as Ents had delivered them to him as a child. But he didn't need
to understand those words to draw power from them. 
 
Suddenly the breeze grew stronger and the wind caressed every inch of
his body, running along his skin with feather light touches. The
sensation made him giddy and he danced rhythmically, touching trees,
caressing leaves and chanting in an alien tongue, running even faster. A
few minutes later he collapsed against a beech, rested his head against
it and listened to its soft murmurs. 
 
/You are not alone.../
 
Thranduil, still caught in the magic of the moment, quickly searched his
surroundings. He located the squirrel on the lowest branch of an oak,
the owl in the top of the ash that slowly turned his head and the fox
that quickly hid in the bushes. But it weren't these animals the beech
had referred to. A much stronger presence was hiding behind the oak to
his right. Closing his eyes, he channeled the ancient power that coursed
through him and reached out. 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Elladan was startled, feeling something warm and seductive touch his
mind. At first he had thought it was a physical touch, but then realized
no one was touching him! 
/I should not have followed him!/ 
 
It had been mere chance, seeing Thranduil step inside the gardens. He
had considered revealing himself, but then Thranduil had removed his
clothes and seeing the elder Elf naked had made him blush and feel shy.
The moon had illuminated smooth, pale skin, leaving nothing to the
imagination. His body had reacted at once, and he had grown aroused.
That was when he had decided against revealing himself; he didn't want
Thranduil to find out he was erect, but he couldn't deny his attraction
to the blond. Thranduil seemed to be in his very blood, pulling him
closer.
 
When Thranduil had moved toward the trees, Elladan had followed, careful
to keep some distance between them. A sensual curiosity coursed through
him, seeing Thranduil dance in the moonlight. Thranduil was an absolute
enigma to him. Everything his father had ever told him about Thranduil
seemed so untrue. This erotic creature was a temptation he couldn't
resist, and he continued to follow. 
 
He hid behind an oak, watching Thranduil come to stop near a beech,
reaching out and embracing it. The giddy expression on Thranduil's face
made him grin in return and he felt lost, staring into those sparkling,
star lit eyes. He had never seen such a gorgeous sight before -- and he
had never wanted Thranduil more. 
 
Suddenly the sensual touch grew deeper and he fought the urge to reach
inside his leggings and touch himself. /He knows I am here! He knows I
am watching him!/ Thranduil's eyes suddenly locked with his, exposing
him and Elladan stumbled backwards, desperate to put more distance
between them. /Run!/ he told himself. 
 
Sweat poured from his pores, and he moaned, as heat sizzled in his
veins. He turned to run, but footfalls told him Thranduil was now in
motion as well, following him. Desperate to hide his arousal and his
embarrassment, he turned to run back to the house. 
 
/Elladan, do not run away from me./
 
Elladan's eyes widened at hearing Thranduil's voice in his mind.
Stunned, he halted in his movements and let Thranduil catch up with him.
Unexpectedly, Thranduil tackled him, taking him down and they landed on
a bed of leaves and moss. Thranduil straddled his hips, and the
seductive smile on the elder Elf's lips made Elladan forget to breathe
momentarily. 
 
/I caught you./  
 
Elladan licked his lips, entranced by the sight above him. Long, golden
hair reached Thranduil's hips. Leaves, berries, healing herbs and birds'
feathers had somehow found a way into the locks, creating the appearance
of a crown. Twinkling stars looked down at him and Elladan nearly came
when Thranduil licked his red, luscious lips. The pale, soft skin
glimmered in the moonlight and a pleading moan escaped Elladan's lips.
He wasn't sure what he was begging for, but he was willing to take
whatever Thranduil would give. 
 
Thranduil eyed his captured prey; the dark haired half-Elf trembled with
desire beneath him. Rational thought had long deserted him as ancient
magic coursed through his veins. All he could think of was pressing his
lips on Elladan's and claiming the younger Elf as his. "A delightful
prey you are..." 
 
Elladan's big eyes stared at Thranduil in wonder. A golden glow emanated
from within the Elf, warming him and his surroundings. 
 
"Remove your clothes, Elfling, and join me in the worship of nature. Let
me teach you what your father did not." Thranduil leaned in closer,
tangled his hands in Elladan's dark hair and pressed a bruising kiss
onto the half-Elf's lips. "Taste the magic tonight."
 
Elladan felt entranced as Thranduil pulled him to his feet. Together,
they rid him of his clothes and Elladan suddenly found himself naked as
well, his erection bobbing free. He tried to lower his hands to cover
himself, but Thranduil quickly grabbed his wrists, kissed the palms of
his hands, and dragged the confused half-Elf with him back into the
forest. 
 
Elladan didn't struggle or try to free himself of Thranduil's hold. Now
that their hands were touching a sexual energy seeped into his
fingertips. The sensation traveled up his arms and slowly took
possession of him. He let go of his shyness, and within minutes he was
giggling as well, chasing after Thranduil as the elder Elf led him
deeper into the forest. He had never felt this care free and content
before, and it felt liberating. 
 
Abruptly, Thranduil came to a stop. Elladan ran into Thranduil and they
stumbled forward, landing on soft grass. Elladan laughed loudly,
immediately reaching for Thranduil, who was on his back, giggling.
Elladan had ceased to think rationally, governed by the needs and
desires of his body. Thranduil was all he wanted, all he desired, and
slowly he crawled towards the other Elf. 
 
Thranduil smiled, reached out a hand and watched lazily as Elladan
crawled closer on all fours until the half-Elf straddled him. Passion,
lust and desire shone from the dark chocolate eyes and Thranduil
surrendered to it, like he had surrendered to the magic. Raising a hand,
he placed its palm against Elladan's cheek, and he sighed blissfully
when Elladan slowly sucked on his thumb. The half-Elf treated his other
digits to the same teasing treatment and Thranduil pulled Elladan close,
touched his lips to the half-Elf's and hungrily exploring Elladan's
mouth. 

A distant, more rational part of Thranduil, knew that he should stop
now, but the magic burned his body and demanded he honored the old
traditions. Normally he chose his lovers, but this time he had been
chosen instead. Groaning hungrily, he surrendered to the kiss, letting
his inexperienced lover take control. Elladan's erection now pressed
against his stomach, signaling the half-Elf's need and passion. Their
lovemaking would be swift and powerful, and the energy released would
restore the natural balance of things. 
 
Thranduil looked up at his lover, saw Elladan's impatience, and reached
for the leaves and healing herbs that clung to his golden locks. He
crushed them between his fingertips and rubbed the oily substance onto
the half-Elf's erection. 
 
Elladan suddenly froze, realizing what was about to happen. Excitement
overwhelmed him, and he let his lover take control. Thranduil's arms
suddenly came up behind him, held him close and laid him down on his
back. Grass tickled his skin and the sensation made him laugh. 
 
Thranduil looked down at the half-Elf and stroked his lover's erection,
until Elladan's hardened flesh was properly covered in the oily
substance. This time, Thranduil straddled Elladan's hips, positioning
himself to be impaled by his young lover.
 
Elladan's eyes grew wide, seeing Thranduil slowly lower himself onto his
erection, taking him slowly. "By Elbereth..." 
 
"No words -- not tonight," said Thranduil breathlessly, concentrating on
taking in more of his lover. 
 
Elladan reached blindly for Thranduil, as the sensation of being inside
that warm passage overwhelmed him. 
 
Thranduil smiled warmly, and bowed forward to deliver one sweet kiss to
Elladan's lips. 
 
Elladan released a passionate yelp as his lover set a slow, tantalizing
rhythm. Not even in his wildest dreams had he thought making love could
feel like this. Hearing Thranduil moan, Elladan reached for his lover's
erection and pumped it in the same rhythm, eager to return the pleasure.
Suddenly, his instincts took over and the thrust hard -- and again. 
 
Thranduil grabbed Elladan's hips tightly, allowing his lover to speed up
their rhythm, but still keeping in control of their lovemaking. Elladan
suddenly pumped him harder and he threw back his head. An ancient song
left Thranduil's lips, and the bewitching melody traveled across the
landscape. Unable to keep back any longer, he released his grip on his
lover's hips and let Elladan thrust harder. 
 
The spasms that contracted around him made Elladan gasp and he stared at
Thranduil in wonder. Warm cream dripped onto his stomach, and, overcome
by the unearthly beauty of the blond, he climaxed. 
 
Thranduil smiled, seeing the sated expression in Elladan's eyes, and he
leaned in closer, covering the half-elf's body like a blanket. Elladan
was shaking like a leaf, and Thranduil soothed his young lover by
caressing his skin, which felt hot to the touch.
 
Elladan rode the wave of ecstasy that washed through him, and several
moments later was he able to focus on Thranduil. The elder Elf raised
himself onto all fours and Elladan moaned loudly as his sated sex
slipped from his lover's body. /Stay, please./ At that moment he was
certain Thranduil could hear his thoughts, and the elder Elf lay down
beside him, wrapping him up in his arms. /Stay with me./
 
Thranduil, growing more focused now that his pent up energy had been
released, studied Elladan's eyes. /You were a virgin./ It was the only
explanation why the energy release had been that strong. Birds sang
sweetly in the middle of the night and several animals appeared out of
curiosity. Thranduil smiled, as Elladan looked stunned, finding a
peacock stare back at him. 
 
Elladan focused on his lover and smiled lazily. /I am a virgin no more./
His fingers combed through the tangled, golden locks and he gazed into
Thranduil's eyes adoringly. /I think I love you./ 
 
Thranduil returned the smile, and hid his worry. How was he going to
explain this to Elrond? He had bedded Elladan, and according to
tradition they were mated now. 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Annoying sounds roused Elrond from his peaceful slumber. Searching for
the source of the noise he marveled at the sight of Glorfindel packing.
/Packing? Why is he packing? It will be a while before we leave for
Valinor./ Feeling slightly rested, he managed to elbow himself into an
upright position. 
 
"Glorfindel? Why are you packing?" Glorfindel gave him a definitely
wicked grin and his instincts kicked in. "Why are you looking at me like
that? What happened during my sleep?"
 
"That is just like you, melme, to forget you promised to go away with me
for a short time!" Glorfindel saw puzzlement in Elrond's eyes, and hoped
Thranduil's spell was strong enough to confuse Elrond. That would give
him time to convince his love. 
 
Elrond's eyes widened in disbelief. "I never promised anything like
that!" But a memory nagged at his mind; he recalled picturing himself at
the Bruinen, sitting in the sun with his lover in his arms. "This cannot
be!"
 
"I asked you last night and you agreed," said Glorfindel. "I even have
two witnesses." Glorfindel continued to pack Elrond's clothes and
toiletries, never giving the Lord of Imladris a chance to properly
protest. "We are leaving this afternoon. Thranduil will help Elladan and
Elrohir rule Imladris and..."
 
"Thranduil?" Elrond glared at the blond. "I knew he was involved in
this! What did he do?"
 
"Nothing... He merely offered his assistance and the twins and I
accepted." Glorfindel leaned against the wall after he had finished
packing. "Why are you opposed to this? We will leave Imladris for
Valinor in a few weeks and then you will have to -- oh, that is it, you
do not want to leave Imladris at all!" The saddened expression in
Elrond's eyes had given the half-Elf away. "You want to spent as much
time here as possible."
 
"I will miss it so much," whispered Elrond softly. He lowered his eyes
and stared at the blankets. 
 
"But the Bruinen is part of Imladris as well. We will only be a mile
away from the Homely House..." Glorfindel, watching Elrond thoughtfully,
sat down on the edge of the bed. "We do not have to leave for Valinor,
meleth-nîn. We can stay here."
 
"Do not tempt me," said Elrond distressed. "The time of the Elves is
gone. Our only refuge is Valinor."
 
"Elladan and Elrohir will stay at Imladris and Celeborn refuses to leave
'Lorien." Glorfindel curled his fingers around his lover's. "You do not
have to decide this right now."
 
Elrond sighed deeply; Glorfindel's words had made him doubt his earlier
decision to leave for Valinor with Galadriel. "Would you like to stay
here?"
 
Glorfindel nodded slowly. "I would love to stay here. Maybe we can
convince Celeborn to visit regularly? It will be lonely in 'Lorien when
Galadriel is gone. Many will follow her lead."
 
Elrond carefully considered everything Glorfindel had told him. "I will
go with you. We will sit in the sun and stare at the stars at night, and
I will make my decision upon our return."
 
Glorfindel beamed with pleasure, and he pressed a teasing kiss on the
tip of Elrond's nose, making the half-Elf giggle. "You won't regret
entrusting yourself to me."
 
Elrond's expression darkened. "We should keep in mind that hundreds of
our kin might lose their lives in the upcoming battle."
 
Glorfindel tensed. "I will never forget the sacrifice our 'Lorien
brethren are making."
 
Elrond's brow became furrowed. "I know that, nîn ind, but I feel guilty,
knowing we will be spending time in each other's arms whilst others are
dying."
 
Glorfindel leaned in closer and rested his forehead against Elrond's,
staring deeply into his lover's eyes. "I offered to lead the 'Lorien
army, but Galadriel and Celeborn chose Haldir instead. I would have been
honored to march to Helm's Deep to share their fate."
 
"I know you would have fought well," said Elrond, "but I am also
relieved that your life was spared."
 
Glorfindel smiled, leaned in closer and slowly kissed Elrond, hoping
their time away would help his love replenish his strength.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
When Elrohir woke he immediately sensed Erestor's absence; he was the
only one left in the bed. Alarmed, he sat upright, scanning the room.
Erestor stood in front of the window and Elrohir left the bed to advance
on his former tutor. "Why are you not in bed where it is warm and
comfortable?" 
 
Erestor turned to face him, and Elrohir's worry increased. A tormented
expression haunted the dark eyes. "What is wrong?"
 
"I have let my fears rule me for so long," muttered Erestor in a shaky
tone. He had wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging himself close.
His gaze shifted away from Elrohir and he stared outside again. "Maybe
it is time I faced them."
 
Those words should have pleased Elrohir, but a sense of foreboding
warned him that something was wrong. "How would you face them?" His
hands itched to smooth back some locks, but Erestor moved away from him
and he refrained from touching the elder Elf. "Erestor?" The ominous
feeling became stronger and Elrohir followed Erestor to the fireplace,
careful to remain at some distance. "Please talk to me."
 
Erestor collapsed in front of the fireplace and stared into the flames.
"Legolas and Lurtz are leaving for Lothlorien to aid the people of
Rohan. Maybe I should join them and..." 
 
"Nay! Erestor, you --." Elrohir stared at the elder Elf in sheer
disbelief. He knew about his father's plan to send archers to aid the
people of Rohan, but he wouldn't let Erestor join them. He collapsed
next to Erestor and tried to catch his friend's gaze. "You know that Ada
called on volunteers because many of our kin will die! And Erestor,
respectfully, you are a diplomat, not a warrior. You would be among the
first to fall!"
 
"I am sorry, Elrohir," whispered Erestor, finally meeting the half-Elf's
gaze. "But I have hidden here in Imladris for too long. And you might
not believe it, but I was a warrior once, long before you and Elladan
were born."
 
"Do not do this to me, to us! Ada won't let you go!" Elrohir frantically
grabbed Erestor's shoulders, making sure the elder Elf listened to him.
"-I- won't let you!"
 
"Elrohir," whispered Erestor saddened. "You should not worry about me."
 
"But I do worry about you!" Elrohir shook his head, wishing he knew how
to get through to Erestor. "You cannot go to Helm's Deep. You will die!"
 
"Are you really that worried about me?" Erestor blushed weakly. 
 
"Why do you think I sought you out in the first place, or that I stayed
during the night? Why am I trying to change your mind right now? Of
course I care!" Elrohir was growing desperate. "What would keep you
here?"
 
Erestor averted his eyes, but Elrohir instinctively knew the answer. /My
love would keep you here./ Elrohir raised a hand and cupped Erestor's
chin in his palm. "Please look at me."
 
Erestor reluctantly complied. "Elrohir, I know you do not love me in
that way and --"
 
Elrohir shut him short. "How come everyone pretends to know my
feelings?" 
 
"Who else --?"
 
But Elrohir shook his head. Erestor didn't need to know that Glorfindel
knew about the attraction between them, and Erestor's breakdown.
Maintaining eye contact, he leaned in closer, inclined his head and
softly touched his lips to Erestor's. 
 
Erestor's eyes widened in surprise and he tried to pull back, but
Elrohir's hold on him tightened. Soft lips moved against his and the tip
of Elrohir's tongue teased against his teeth. Unable to remain
unresponsive any longer, he moaned and returned the gentle kiss. 
 
Elrohir smiled warmly and teasingly slowly released Erestor's bottom
lip, suckling it momentarily. The surprise in Erestor's eyes made his
smile change into a grin. "You liked that; do not deny it."
 
Erestor nodded shyly. "But it should not happen again. You are Elrond's
son and I was your teacher. I cannot betray your father's trust like
that."
 
Elrohir raised Erestor's face once more, forcing the elder Elf to look
at him. "I am an adult, Arato-nîn. I make my own decisions." And he
seriously doubted Elrond would have any objections, not after his
conversation with Glorfindel. 
 
"Do not call me that, Elrohir. I am not your champion, I --"
 
Elrohir leaned in closer and kissed first one, and then the other
eyelid. 
 
Erestor forgot whatever objection he wanted to make when Elrohir's lips
brushed his eyelids. 
 
"I do not want you to go to Helm's Deep, Arato-nîn. And I will continue
to call you that, because you -are- my champion. You defended my mother
and helped Ada raise us, which could not have been easy." 
 
"But I must face my fears, pen-neth."
 
"Then let us hunt down some Orcs together, but do not go to Rohan, I
beseech you."
 
"Until a moment ago I did not care if I lived or died, but that kiss
changed everything. Are you serious, pen-neth? Do not play with my
feelings, for my heart would break if I ever learned you acted out of
pity instead of love."
 
"I feel no pity, Erestor. I am angry that those Orcs hurt you as well as
mother and I am saddened that you thought you had to carry this burden
alone. But there is no pity."
 
"Is there love?" Erestor looked pleadingly at Elrohir. "You do
understand how much I love you? I do not know if I will ever be able to
express that love physically and it would be unfair to bind yourself to
me when --."
 
Elrohir shook his head. "Learning about your suffering and your feelings
for me was quite the surprise and I want to Take it slowly as well,
Arato-nîn. I am not ready yet to make love to you either." Amused, he
raised an eyebrow at seeing Erestor blush. "I will settle for holding
you close."
 
Erestor sighed, relieved, leaned in closer, and rested his head against
Elrohir's shoulder. The half-Elf enfolded him in a hug, holding him
close. 
 
"Promise me you will not go to Helm's Deep? At least not without me? And
I will follow you should you leave Imladris without telling me."
 
"I could never put you in danger like that." Erestor already regretted
ever suggesting he joined 'Lorien's archers. /Elrohir is right; I am not
a warrior any longer. I would not be a help; I would be a burden./
 
Elrohir held Erestor tight, stroking the long dark hair. /He is not
leaving, and that is all that matters./
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
The sun rose after long hours of bewitching darkness and Thranduil
looked at the Elfling still asleep in his arms. He had finally made a
decision. It would be unfair to bind Elladan to him because they had
shared one night of magically induced passion. Elladan was still so
young compared to him, and should be with a more suitable mate. 
 
Elladan stirred in his sleep, but did not wake up. Thranduil pushed
himself up to an elbow and his fingertips trailed down Elladan's chest,
savoring one last caress before he spoke. "Elladan, you went into the
gardens last night and you fell asleep there. You had a most wondrous
dream, very sensual, very pleasing and the night left you sated. Always
remember it was just a dream... just a dream..."
 
In his sleep, Elladan groaned; he almost seemed to object, but Thranduil
repeated the suggestion once more. "It was just a very sensual dream,
nothing more." 
 
His bewitching voice kept Elladan sound asleep whilst lifting the
half-Elf in his arms. As he made his way back to the house, he found
their clothes and slipped into his shirt and leggings. Using a few
handfuls of clear spring water, he cleaned Elladan up, removing all
traces of their lovemaking. Struggling with a dead weight, he managed to
dress Elladan as well. He located a lovely shady spot and laid Elladan
down beneath a beech. 
 
"Sleep a little longer, Elfling." Thranduil caressed Elladan's face,
regretting he had to make this decision. Elladan was passionate,
handsome, intelligent and yes, stubborn; traits which he would have
welcomed in a mate, but Elladan was also Elrond's son, which made such
an union impossible. "It was just a dream, Lirimaer."
 
Saddened, but hoping he had made the right decision, Thranduil left
Elladan slumbering beneath the trees.
 
TBC

Arato-nîn  = my champion
Pen-neth = young one
Melme = love
Nîn ind = my heart
Meleth-nîn = my love.

Beta read by Ilye, thanks!!

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Part 11
Caught
 
 
Thranduil was enjoying a long, hot bath, whilst images of making love 
to Elladan raced through his head. He forced them to slow down. /I 
should not have invited Elladan along. By Elbereth, what was I 
thinking? Elladan is Elrond's son, -- an Elfling!-- and Elrond will be 
livid when he finds out what happened./ 
 
And what if Elladan doubted it had been a dream? Could he lie to 
Elladan when questioned? Or would he admit the truth? Elbereth help him 
when Elladan found out what had really happened last night! 
 
Apart from his young age, Elladan would be an excellent mate, but
Thranduil realized very well that Elrond wouldn't agree to such a 
union. Elladan and Elrohir were to rule Imladris one day, and Elrond 
wouldn't want his oldest son to give up on his birthright to spend the 
rest of his life in the dark Mirkwood. /But there is another way; I 
could leave Mirkwood to Valthoron and stay here. Valthoron has all the 
skills to rule Mirkwood successfully./ 
 
Then, a thought startled him. /What if Elladan is not interested in a
long-term relationship? I am assuming he is, but -- maybe one night of
passion was all he wanted./ 
 
The thoughts slowly drove him insane. He got out of the bath, dressed
and he left his room, heading for Elrond's study to look into today's
urgent affairs. Passing by Legolas and Lurtz's former rooms, he knew
them empty. They had left at sunrise and were now on their way to
'Lorien. 
 
Maybe burying himself in paperwork would distract him. 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
"Thranduil!" Elrond, seated in the wheelchair, pointed a finger at the
golden haired Elf who entered his study. "What have you been up to?" He
knew he hadn't voluntarily given in to Glorfindel's request to take 
some time off. Thranduil had had something to do with it and he was
determined to find out what. Seated behind his desk, he eyed Thranduil
closely, immediately noticing the guilty expression on the other's 
face.

 
Thranduil tensed; Elrond couldn't know what had happened last night!
Elladan probably hadn't even returned to the house yet! He forced
himself to remain calm. This had to be about something else! "I have no
idea what you are talking about... and should you not be in bed?
Resting?"
 
Elrond drew in a deep, calming breath. "How did you make me agree to
Glorfindel's plan?"
 
Thranduil relaxed; this was about manipulating Elrond into leaving with
Glorfindel, and not about Elladan, as he had feared. "I asked you if 
you would like to sit at the Bruinen with Glorfindel next to you, 
enjoying the sun, and you said yes. That is all I did."
 
Elrond sensed that Thranduil wasn't telling the entire truth - but what
could he do about it? Call Thranduil a liar? That would destroy the
friendship that was beginning to form between them. "Do you have a
secret desire to take over Imladris and rule it?" said Elrond 
teasingly, opting for humor instead of questioning Thranduil further. 
 
Thranduil didn't notice Elrond's teasing tone at first and opened his
mouth to defend his offer to help, but then he finally caught the
twinkling in Elrond's eyes. "Aye, I always wanted to rule such a
powerful realm."
 
Thranduil's teasing reply surprised Elrond, but also pleased him. "I 
did not know you had a sense of humor, Thranduil."
 
"There is a lot about me you do not know," said Thranduil thoughtfully. 
 
"Ah, there you are! I should take that wheelchair away from you!"
Glorfindel entered the study and shook his head in desperation. "How
many times must I tell you that you are supposed to rest, Elrond? Not
work!"
 
"Peace, Glorfindel," said Elrond, amused. Looking at Thranduil, he
added, "Please make sure I still have a realm to rule when I get back."
 
Thranduil laughed warmly, and signaled Glorfindel to wheel Elrond out 
of the room. "We will see."
 
Glorfindel pushed the wheelchair into the corridor, walked in front of
Elrond, and sat on his heels, looking at the half-Elf. "Imladris is in
very capable hands. You can trust Thranduil to look after it."
 
"I know that." Elrond fingered one of his lover's golden locks. "I 
never thought I would trust him, but it seems he has changed. When he 
looked at me in the past, I always saw hate in his eyes; that is gone 
now." 
 
"He blamed you for his father's death, did he not?"
 
Elrond nodded. "But he has mellowed."
 
Glorfindel caressed his lover's face. "Time heals many wounds, melme." 
 
"But I still think he had something to do with me agreeing to go on 
this break with you." Seeing the sparks in Glorfindel's eyes, he knew 
he was right, but he decided against pursuing it. Being honest with 
himself, he admitted he looked forward to spending some time alone with 
Glorfindel.

"When are we leaving?"
 
"Ah, eager to leave, are you? I thought you were opposed to the idea,"
teased Glorfindel. He returned to pushing the wheelchair, determined to
leave the contraption at home. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate
Erestor creating it for Elrond, but it took away his opportunity to
carry Elrond, which always made him feel close to his lover. 
 
Elrond remained uncharacteristically quiet during the trip back to his
rooms. Glorfindel grew worried and glanced at his lover, finding him
brooding. "What is on your mind?" Placing the palm of his hand against
Elrond's cheek, he waited for the half-Elf to lean into the touch, 
which he did. 
 
"I am so tired, nîn bellas. At times it feels like all of Arda rests on
my shoulders, and I lack the strength to carry on."
 
Glorfindel cocked his head and made eye contact. "You are a very
compassionate soul, meleth-nîn, but you cannot carry this burden the
entire time."
 
"That is why I will go away with you," whispered Elrond. "Though I
cannot stop worrying about --"
 
Glorfindel stopped him. "Imladris is in good hands. Thranduil, Erestor
and the twins will make sure nothing goes wrong."
 
Elrond frowned realizing it had been some time since he saw his chief
advisor and his youngest son. 
 
Glorfindel read the question in Elrond's eyes and nodded once. "It was 
a full moon these past few nights. You know what that does to Erestor."
 
Elrond nodded, saddened. "And Elrohir stayed with him."
 
"Elrohir comforted him, and as far as I know is still with him."
Glorfindel moistened his lips. "Erestor finally confided in Elrohir. He
expressed his love for your son."
 
Elrond frowned. He knew Erestor was fond of his sons, and Elrohir in
particular, but -- "Erestor is in love with Elrohir?"
 
"And Elrohir seems determined to make it work." Glorfindel shrugged
once. "Elrohir is not in love with Erestor... yet." Glorfindel felt
slightly guilty for betraying Elrohir's trust, but was confident Elrond
would approve of their love.
 
"You think Elrohir will fall in love with Erestor?" Elrond wondered 
what else had happened during his sleep! 
 
"I think so. Elrohir cares deeply about Erestor. All they need is time.
It does not always have to be love at first sight."
 
"Very true," admitted Elrond. Sighing apprehensively, he asked, "And
what about Elladan's infatuation with Thranduil? He assured me he would
let Elladan down gently."
 
Glorfindel carefully considered his answer. "Elladan's feelings might 
be returned." He cringed, seeing Elrond's flabbergasted expression.
 
"You cannot be serious! Thranduil would never..." Elrond's voice 
trailed off. "Would he take Elladan away from me to get even with me? 
Maybe his mellowness is just a front?" 
 
Glorfindel quickly calmed his lover down. "Nîn ind, Thranduil and I
talked and I did not get the impression he is playing with Elladan's
feelings. He said he is honored that Elladan is interested in him,
but..." Glorfindel searched for the right words. "Thranduil does not
know -why- Elladan is that interested in him."
 
Elrond raised an eyebrow. 
 
"Honestly, meleth-nîn, Thranduil has no idea why Elladan likes him that
much." Glorfindel placed their already packed bags near the doorway.
Servants would take their luggage to the cottage which he had selected
for their stay. "When Thranduil and you parted at the Last Alliance
there was a lot of bad blood between you, but much has changed since
then. Maybe his sons' love has something to do with it?"
 
Elrond nodded once. "You are right, Glorfindel. I should give him the
benefit of the doubt, but if he hurts Elladan than --"
 
"Do not trouble yourself. Thranduil knows we will have his head should
he hurt Elladan on purpose." Glorfindel returned to his love. "Are you
ready to leave?"
 
"Not really, but that won't stop you from abducting me." Elrond gave
Glorfindel a long, adoring look. "And I love you for it." He released a
surprised moan as Glorfindel lifted him in his arms. "What about the
wheelchair?"
 
"We do not need it. I love to carry you." Glorfindel touched his lips 
to Elrond's, delivering a kiss that promised more later. 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Elladan's eyelids fluttered. He was slowly waking up and his eyes
opened, staring at a cloudless blue sky. Sunbeams kept his body warm,
and he stretched lazily. 
 
Suddenly his eyes widened as his dreams returned to him. /Thranduil, I
dreamt he made love to me.../ His body reacted at once; the mere 
thought of Thranduil was enough to make him erect. 
 
Sitting upright, he closed his eyes, remembering the dream. He had
ventured into the gardens last night, seeing Thranduil disappear 
between the trees. He had followed the blond, and Thranduil had him 
caught staring. Then Thranduil had urged him to remove his clothes, and 
after running through the forest they had made love. Elladan 
involuntarily licked his lips, and his erection twitched, recalling how 
Thranduil had impaled himself. 
 
A strangled moan left his throat as he panted softly. That image alone
was enough to make him come.
 
Confused, Elladan's head slumped forward. Did he no longer have any
control over his body? /I should return to my room and clean myself up.
But that dream -- was it a dream?/ 
 
He didn't remember lying down here to sleep. Why would he sleep out in
the open when there was a comfortable bed in his room? Something just
didn't make sense. 
 
Elladan pushed himself onto his feet and slowly started his way back.
/Was it a dream? How can it be a dream when I recall his every touch?
But if it really happened, where is Thranduil now? Why leave me?/ 
 
His confusion had reached new heights when he finally arrived at the
Homely House, entering it and heading for his room. Lost in thought, he
didn't pay any attention to where he was going and bumped into --
 
"Elladan?" 
 
Thranduil's soft voice made him look up, and he blushed fiercely,
encountering the blond's probing glance. /Why did I have to run into
-him-?/ 
 
Thranduil felt guilty, seeing Elladan's lost expression and the crimson
blush. Maybe telling Elladan it had just been a dream had been the 
wrong thing to do. Now Elladan was facing his confused feelings alone, 
whilst he should be exploring them with his lover. 
 
Elladan gathered his courage and asked boldly, "Where were you last
night?" He -had- to know if it had been more than just a dream! The
images felt too real; he could even recall Thranduil's scent, and the
passionate moans the blond had released when he had reached orgasm. How
could it be a dream? 
 
Elladan's question took Thranduil aback momentarily. "Elladan..." Could
he lie to the half-Elf? 
 
Elladan's eyes sought out Thranduil's, pleading for understanding. "I
had this incredible dream last night."
 
"A dream?" Thranduil's soft gaze met with Elladan's. 
 
Elladan suddenly felt quite the fool for thinking Thranduil would -
ever- make love to him! "It is nothing."
 
Thranduil's heart broke, watching the Elfling wrestle with his desire 
to address last night. "It was just a dream," he whispered, caught off
guard. 
 
Elladan's eyes widened. "What did you say?" Those words sounded very
familiar!
 
Thranduil realized his mistake. "Nothing." Thranduil turned away from
Elladan and headed back to Elrond's study. Looking over his shoulder, 
he studied Elladan's eyes, realizing he needed to distract the half-Elf 
who was too close to uncovering the truth. He should never have let 
that slip! "Your father and Glorfindel are leaving within the hour and 
they would like to speak with you."
 
Elladan shook his head, knowing he was on the verge of uncovering a
truth Thranduil was trying to hide from him. He had heard those words
during his sleep! Someone had told him it was just a dream! Had that
someone been Thranduil? What was true and what was false?
 
"Elladan? Your father is leaving," repeated Thranduil, knowing Elladan
was about to figure everything out and he couldn't allow that to 
happen.
 
Elladan frowned now that he was forced to turn his thoughts to his
father. "Leaving?"
 
"For a lovely cottage near the Bruinen, remember? Your father needs to
rest." Thranduil's guilt increased; maybe he should simply tell Elladan
that last night had really happened. But Elladan was already walking
down the corridor, heading for Elrond's private chambers. /I would ruin
your life by binding you to me. You are so young and you will find a
lover closer to your own age./ 
 
Thranduil sighed dejectedly. When exactly had he lost his heart to the
Elfling?
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
"Ada?"
 
Elrond was dressed in warm robes, waiting for Glorfindel to retrieve 
his belongings so they could finally leave. "Elladan, ion-nîn, I missed
you!" Elrond took in Elladan's flushed appearance, realizing something
had upset his oldest son. "Come here and let me have a look at you."
 
Elladan felt uncomfortable, wishing he had been able to clean up before
seeking out Elrond. He knelt in front of his father and lowered his
eyes. 
 
Elrond frowned deeply. "Elladan?" He raised his son's chin, forcing him
to make eye contact. Elladan seldom was this quiet, this... evasive.
"Elladan, what is wrong?" If this was about Thranduil...
 
Elladan finally made eye contact and shrugged. "I had a disturbing
dream." Did he want to discuss this with his father? 
 
Elrond stroked his son's hair, hoping to soothe him. "Why did it 
disturb you?"
 
Elladan almost backed away from the subject, but in the end he blurted
out, "I am in love with Thranduil, Ada." A whirlwind of emotions tossed
him from one feeling to the other. He had always been able to talk to
his father, even when his body had awakened. Maybe Elrond could make
some sense out of his confused feelings? 
 
Elrond smiled warmly. "I am honored you trust me with your feelings, 
but we already suspected you were falling for Thranduil."
 
"We?" 
 
"Glorfindel and I."
 
"Of course." Elladan searched his father's eyes. "What do I do? I am so
confused. I want to be with him all the time, but -- It is folly.
Thranduil could never be interested in someone as young as me!" He was
rambling, but couldn't stop himself. "When I ran into him just now, I -
- my body..."
 
Elrond smiled compassionately. He still cupped Elladan's chin in the
palm of his hand, probing his son's eyes. "I do not know what you 
should do, Elladan. But maybe I can offer you some advice." After 
Elladan nodded, Elrond continued. "Legolas once told me something 
Thranduil had taught him; to love unconditionally, regardless of what 
others might say or think. Legolas went after Lurtz because he loved 
him and wanted him back. Thranduil accepted their relationship because 
their love was true. Maybe Thranduil will be impressed when you pursue 
him in a similar way?"

Elrond shook his head. /I cannot encourage him to go after Thranduil!
What am I thinking?/
 
"Ada? I thought you would disapprove." Elrond's words only worsened his
confusion. 
 
Elrond carefully chose his words. "Thranduil and I had -- differences 
in the past, but I hope we can overcome them." He had wanted to say 'I 
wish you had fallen in love with someone else,' but stopped himself. 
Elladan seemed extremely insecure, and he didn't want his son to think 
he had disappointed him. "If you really love him, you should tell him." 

Elrond eyed Elladan closely and saw the disbelief in his son's eyes.

"Glorfindel thinks Thranduil might feel the same way about you." Aiya,
what was he doing? Driving his son into Thranduil's arms... but he
couldn't bear seeing Elladan suffer like this!
 
Elladan's eyes grew big and he grabbed his father's hand. "What?
Glorfindel thinks Thranduil loves me back? But--?"
 
"Thranduil couldn't understand why someone as young and handsome as you
would be interested in him," said Elrond thoughtfully. "I doubt
Thranduil will address this matter, thinking I will disapprove. Maybe
you need to find out where the two of you stand?" The mere thought of
Thranduil becoming his son in law made him cringe, but he would welcome
Thranduil into this family if Elladan really loved the Elf. 
 
Elladan's flush intensified. "I cannot face him like that -- not since
that dream."
 
Elrond recalled that Elladan had mentioned a dream that had disturbed
him. "What happened in your dream?" Elladan's skin felt hot and sweaty
and Elrond smiled in understanding, realizing what that dream had been
about. 
 
Elladan nervously cleared his throat, wondering how he could discuss
that particular dream with his father. "Thranduil and I -- We made..."
 
"Love?" finished Elrond for his son. Elladan nodded quickly and averted
his eyes. "Elladan, you are in love. These dreams are normal and you
should know that." When the twins had come of age, he had taken them
apart and told them what to expect in the years to come. He smiled
fondly, recalling that his sons had already known a lot more than he 
had expected. The twins had let him talk until he had blushed under 
their probing looks, and then they had let him off the hook, telling 
him Erestor and Glorfindel had already talked to them about the birds 
and the bees. 
 
"Ada, do you really think Thranduil is interested in me?" Elladan had
thought everything over and felt a lot calmer now that he knew that his
father would support him. 
 
"You are asking the wrong person, Elladan. You should ask Thranduil, 
not me." Elrond let go of a strand of Elladan's hair, seeing Glorfindel
approach the doorway. "What do you have to lose?"
 
"Nothing," whispered Elladan, suddenly smiling. "I have nothing to
lose."
 
Glorfindel gave Elrond a curious look, but his lover's expression told
him his questions would be answered once Elladan had left. 
 
Elladan got to his feet, bowed forward and placed a kiss on his 
father's brow. "Thank you for your advice and understanding, Ada. I 
will talk to him." Elladan smiled calmly. "You are right; I have 
nothing to lose." 
 
Elrond watched his son leave the room and then beckoned Glorfindel to
come closer. 
 
"Whom is Elladan going to talk to? Thranduil?" He handed his bag to one
of the servants, as he wanted to carry Elrond himself. Bowing down, he
pushed his hands beneath Elrond's back and knees and lifted the
half-Elf. 
 
Elrond nodded once. "I do not like the idea of Thranduil becoming part
of this family, but if Elladan's love is true and returned I won't 
stand in their way. Elladan's happiness is too important to me."
 
"So you basically gave Elladan your blessing." Glorfindel cradled 
Elrond against his chest as he carried the half-Elf to Asfaloth. He 
reckoned Elrond's ankles had healed enough for the short ride to the 
cottage. 
 
"I did." Elrond held his breath as Glorfindel placed him on Asfaloth's
back, expecting pain to radiate from his ankles. 
 
"Will this do? Or would you prefer a litter?" asked Glorfindel
concerned. 
 
Elrond released the breath he had been holding. The pain was bearable.
"This will do." 
 
Glorfindel mounted Asfaloth, slipping into place behind him. Elrond
leaned against his lover and looked over his shoulder, finding Elladan
standing next to Asfaloth. "Thranduil might be in charge, but I want to
know the moment something goes wrong, Elladan. Do you understand?"
 
Elladan nodded fondly. "Aye, Ada, I understand." He had been on his way
to seek out Thranduil when he looked down into the courtyard, expected
Elrohir there to say goodbye to their father. But Elrohir wasn't in
sight, so he had joined his father and Glorfindel. /I will check on
Elrohir after I have talked to Thranduil./ Where was his brother, and
what was more important than seeing off their father?
 
Asfaloth trod carefully, realizing one of his riders was injured, and
Glorfindel softly praised the stallion for it. "We will reach the
cottage shortly."
 
"I am not in any pain," said Elrond reassuringly. 
 
"Just lean against me for support." Glorfindel secretly delighted in
fussing over his lover. "You can rest when we arrive at the cottage." 

Elrond rested his back against Glorfindel's chest. "I still feel this 
is a bad time to leave."
 
"Because the twins are finally growing up?" Glorfindel chuckled softly.
"You raised them well; put your trust in them."
 
"I do not really have a choice, do I?" Elrond realized he no longer had
any control over this situation and surrendered to exhaustion. His eyes
partly closed as he dozed off. 
 
Elrond's breathing told Glorfindel that his lover had fallen asleep and
he tightened his hold on the half-Elf, hoping their time at the cottage
would be a happy one.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Lurtz stared straight ahead, his eyes searching for possible enemies. 
He didn't want to recall his embarrassment earlier when the horse 
Legolas had selected for him had refused to carry him. The stallion had 
reared, trying to hit him with his hoofs, but Elrond's horse master had 
calmed the animal. It had taken an hour for Elen to allow Lurtz to sit 
on his back. Even now, several hours later, he felt like the horse 
could throw him off any moment now. 
 
"We will reach 'Lorien in two days, provided we can maintain this 
speed. We will set up a camp for some hours during the night to give 
the horses a chance to rest." Legolas eyed Lurtz closely. "Are you 
still worried that Elen will reconsider carrying you?" At first, he had 
been amused, seeing the stallion back away from Lurtz, but then he had 
realized his lover was feeling hurt and his smile had died. 
 
"I would rather walk or run than sit on this animal's back." Lurtz held
his breath, hearing Elen snort at his words. 
 
"You will grow used to it." Legolas steered his own horse, Vund, closer
to Elen, and he managed to briefly rest a hand on his lover's shoulder.
"I am worried," he confessed. 
 
Lurtz looked at him questioningly. "Why?"
 
"If what Elrond says is true, the people of Rohan can never win this
battle."
 
Lurtz nodded. "Saruman's army is ten thousand strong, an overwhelming
force." He paused momentarily. "There is a chance we will not survive
this."
 
"A lot of Elves and Men will die," whispered Legolas, distressed. They
had been sent on a suicide mission! 
 
"But you will not," said Lurtz determinedly. "I promised your father to
keep you alive."
 
Legolas grinned. "Ada can be overprotective at times." As a child he 
had adored - almost worshipped - his father. Thranduil had shown him 
light where only was darkness in Mirkwood, had taught him everything he 
knew, and through the long years he had developed a deep, admiring love 
for his father. 
 
Lurtz cleared his throat, seeing the distant look in Legolas' eyes.
"What will happen once we reach 'Lorien?"
 
"We will join Haldir and his archers, and march for Helm's Deep." 
 
"Haldir... I don't think I know that name," said Lurtz carefully. 
 
Legolas laughed warmly. "You will like him. He is stubborn and cocky,
just the way you like your Elves!" Legolas loved teasing Lurtz a bit. 
 
"I only desire you," said Lurtz defensively, not realizing Legolas was
teasing him. 
 
"I know you love me." Legolas looked over his shoulder and whispered
some words in Elvish. 
 
Lurtz grabbed hold of a handful of Elen's manes as the horses suddenly
sped up, their hoofs barely touching the earth. /This started when I
found Legolas in a cave. His leg was bleeding and he was suffering from
the Orc's poison. Then I knock down Glorfindel, causing him to become
blind temporarily and now I'm going to meet another stubborn and cocky
Elf? I can hardly wait./
 
TBC
 
 Beta read by Ilye! Thanks! 


Part 12
Confrontation
 
 
Thranduil dropped the papers he was reading. Seated behind Elrond's 
desk, he found it impossible to concentrate on matters at hand. A plan for 
planting more trees at the center of Imladris failed to capture his attention 
when images of Elladan invaded his thoughts. The more he thought about 
it, the more convinced he became that implanting the idea of it having 
been a dream had been the wrong thing to do. He should have let Elladan 
decide; the Elfling might have preferred to keep their lovemaking a secret, 
enabling them to continue with their lives unchanged. 
 
Butterflies tickled his insides, making it very clear that he was in love with 
the Elfling. Sighing worriedly, he leaned back in the chair. He was glad he 
had come to Imladris because it had enabled him to talk to his son and 
Lurtz, but he had never expected to fall in love with one of Elrond's sons. 
This could only end in tears. 
 
"Thranduil?"
 
Hearing his name startled him and his gaze shifted to the doorway, finding 
Elladan standing there with a very determined expression on his face. He 
forced himself to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Do 
you want to help me with these plans?"
 
Elladan shook his head, purposefully advancing on Thranduil. He 
remained standing in front of the desk, probing the blond’s eyes. /Did you 
use your bewitching voice to make me believe it was just a dream? I saw 
you use it on Ada./ But why would he do such a thing? If his memories 
were true, the elder Elf had enjoyed their lovemaking as much as him. 
Why deny it had ever happened? 
 
"We need to talk." Elladan raised an eyebrow when Thranduil averted his 
eyes, breaking eye contact, and he took that as a confession of guilt. /You 
did manipulate me into believing it was a dream! Why?/
 
"What about?" Thranduil's voice shook slightly.
 
"Last night." Elladan tried to read the expression on Thranduil's face. 
 
"Last night?" Thranduil forced himself to look at Elladan and meet his 
gaze. He cringed, seeing the determination and knowledge in them. /He 
has figured it out. Did he ever believe it was a dream?/ It had been foolish 
to think this ploy would work!
 
"Are you going to pretend it never happened? That it was a dream? You 
gave yourself away when I ran into you earlier. You repeated your 
suggestion, but I am not asleep any more. Why did you do it?" His heart 
beat wildly; he still wasn't sure last night had really happened, and there 
was a chance that he was making a complete fool out of himself. 
 
Thranduil sighed miserably. "Do you not understand, Elladan? According 
to ancient custom we are mated now. By denying it ever happened I gave 
you back your freedom."
 
Elladan's eyes widened; suddenly his strength left him and he collapsed 
onto a chair. Staring blindly at Thranduil, he nodded his head. "I knew you 
had made love to me, and that it was not a dream." Only then Thranduil's 
words truly registered. "We are mated?" Elladan moistened his still kiss-
bruised lips. "I never considered..." His voice trailed off as his mind tried 
to accept Thranduil's admission. "Mated?"
 
"We made love, Elladan!" said Thranduil sharply. "You know our 
traditions as well as I do!" He bowed his head in defeat. "I merely wanted 
you to live your life free of this bond. I cannot bind someone as young as 
you to me. It would not be fair."
 
Elladan stared at Thranduil in disbelief; the fact that they had made love 
last night finally sinking in. "Why did you do it?"
 
Thranduil frowned, locking eyes with Elladan.
 
"Why did you make love to me? Was it just the magic of the moment or --
" Was it more? He hoped it was more than just the magic influencing 
Thranduil. 
 
Thranduil wrung his hands. "When the magic takes over I lose control, but 
that does not mean I used you... I do love you, Elladan."
 
"You love me?" Elladan jumped to his feet, placed his hands on the desk 
and leaned in closer to study Thranduil's eyes.
 
"It is true. I do not know when it happened, but I lost my heart to you, and 
last night... Last night should never have happened."
 
Elladan finally understood, recalling something Elrond had just told him. 
Thranduil had no idea how attractive, how bewitching he was and felt that 
being bound to him would make Elladan miserable. How could Thranduil 
think that? Looking at Thranduil, the Elf looked eternally young, having 
the appearance of an Elfling who was even younger than him. And then 
there were the eyes, and the long, blond hair. How could Thranduil think 
himself not attractive? This was just one big misunderstanding!
 
Thranduil peeked at Elladan now that the half-Elf remained quiet. Maybe 
he should apologize, but what for, exactly? He didn't regret making love to 
the Elfling, or falling in love with him. His only regret was that their love 
could never be. "Elladan, I never meant to hurt you."
 
Elladan raised a hand and waved the apology away; it was not what he 
wanted to hear. "Do you love me?"
 
"I just said so, did I not?" Thranduil squirmed uncomfortably on the chair. 
"But your father will never allow it."
 
Elladan grinned. "I just talked to Ada, and I did not get the impression he 
was opposed to our love."
 
Thranduil's head jerked back. "You told Elrond?" It was even worse than 
he had thought! He was surprised he hadn't been ordered to leave Imladris 
yet!
 
Elladan slowly advanced on Thranduil. "Ada was not thrilled about my 
admission that I love you, but he wants me to be happy." He came to a halt 
next to Thranduil's chair. The elder Elf looked miserable. "Let me 
summarize our situation," said Elladan teasingly, leaning in closer until his 
face hovered in front of Thranduil's. "I am in love with you. And you love 
me back."
 
Thranduil nodded, feeling entranced by the half-Elf's closeness.
 
"And we made love last night."
 
Thranduil nodded again, unable to lie to Elladan. "But --"
 
Elladan shook his head, continuing as if Thranduil hadn't spoken. "We 
made love, and that means we are married now.”
 
Thranduil moaned miserably. "Aye, that is true." He had made a mess of 
things! 
 
"Then what is the problem?" Elladan grinned, seeing Thranduil's stunned 
expression. "Isn’t everything right, now?"
 
"Elladan, you cannot be serious! You do not want to be stuck with me! 
You should be with someone your own age; a maiden who will give you 
children. I will ruin your life." He had to make Elladan understand! 
 
Recalling his father's words to pursue Thranduil like Legolas had Lurtz, 
Elladan straddled Thranduil, ignoring the choked moan that escaped the 
blond's throat. Thranduil's starlit eyes grew big and Elladan leaned in 
closer to touch his lips to the elder Elf's, kissing him passionately. Beneath 
him, Thranduil reacted to his closeness by growing hard. "You want me; 
you want this."
 
"But I cannot have it," whispered Thranduil saddened. "Do you fully 
understand the consequences if you accept this bond? You could not take 
another lover as long as I live and -- Elladan, I rule in Mirkwood. I cannot 
stay away forever. Your sacrifice would be too great, too terrible. I know 
you love your family and Imladris. I cannot take you away from here to 
wither away in Mirkwood."
 
"Then stay here. You told me your oldest son is currently in charge in 
Mirkwood, and it seems like he is doing a good job. You can stay here, 
with me..." But the truth was that Elladan didn't care about their future; he 
was too eager to taste Thranduil's lips again. Only the present mattered to 
him! 
 
Thranduil moaned low in his throat as Elladan parted his teeth. He allowed 
it, and let Elladan's tongue chase his. Savoring the moment, he briefly 
closed his eyes, and the sensation of being devoured by his lover 
intensified. 
 
Elladan released Thranduil's lips and grinned, pulling back. "You cannot 
deny you love and want me."
 
"But Elladan..." Thranduil shook his head, lost for words. 
 
"No more buts," decreed Elladan. "We will deal with Ada when he returns 
from his stay at the Bruinen. In the meantime we will work things out 
between us." Knowing that Thranduil didn't consider himself good enough 
for him saddened him. "You are beautiful and last night was magical. I 
had always hoped my first time would be special, and it was."
 
"I did not know you were untouched, Elladan. If I had --"
 
Elladan smiled warmly. "It was a good thing then that you did not know." 
Thranduil's expression was one of utter disbelief and Elladan raised a hand 
to brush the golden hair away from Thranduil's face. /You are extremely 
insecure, are you not? But you hide it well./
 
"Elladan, think this over. Do you really want your father to know we made 
love and are now mated? Do you want to live your life bound to me?" 
Thranduil hoped his words would make Elladan reconsider. The Elfling 
had no idea what he was getting himself into!
 
Elladan caressed Thranduil's face, tracing the other's jaw line. "I told Ada 
about my dream, and it will come as no surprise that last night really 
happened. He suspects as much."
 
"Aiya Elbereth," whispered Thranduil, worried. 
 
"We did not discuss the 'consequences' as you call them, but I am sure he 
wants us to follow tradition and to be together." Elladan cocked his head, 
staring deeply into Thranduil's eyes. "I want to be with you. The question 
is; do you want me as well?"
 
Thranduil knew he had lost; Elladan already possessed his heart and his 
love. "I want you as well, Lirimaer, but --" Elladan silenced him with 
another passionate kiss, and Thranduil surrendered to his younger lover. 
Elladan's hands settled on either side of his head, keeping him in place. A 
smile began to surface on his face, feeling Elladan's arousal pressed 
against his stomach as the half-Elf shifted on his lap. 
 
Elladan released his lover's lips after long moments and stared into 
Thranduil's sparkling eyes. "Amim mela lle, Thranduil." Holding his 
breath, he waited for his lover to answer him. 
 
Thranduil moistened his lips, searched Elladan's eyes, and found true love 
there. Fighting this was useless. Elladan would never let him go. "Amin 
mela lle," repeated he sincerely. "I hope I can make you happy, and that 
you will never regret being bound to me."
 
Elladan heard true concern in Thranduil's voice and pressed a kiss onto the 
blond's lips. "I fell in love with you the first time I looked into your eyes, 
melamin. I will never regret loving you."
 
Thranduil finally allowed himself to believe Elladan's admission. "You 
really want to be with me?"
 
Elladan nodded determinedly. "Aye, I want to be with you..." Grinning 
wickedly he added, "And I want to make love to you again."
 
Thranduil released a nervous chuckle. "Lirimaer, making love will be 
different without the magic influencing it."
 
"It might be even better, because we will have control," said Elladan. 
"Would you like to find out?" He couldn't help being erect again! 
Thranduil's soft smile only made him want the elder Elf more. 
 
"Are you serious?" But then Elladan rubbed against him, making it very 
clear the half-Elf –was- serious. Thranduil brought up his arms behind 
Elladan's back, and studied his new lover for some time. 
 
Being watched like that made Elladan nervous. "I am serious. Do you not 
feel my desire for you?" 
 
"I do," whispered Thranduil. 
 
Thranduil shifted beneath him, apparently wanting to rise from the chair, 
and Elladan got back to his feet, although he kept one arm wrapped around 
the blond's waist. 
 
Thranduil stood motionless, realizing this had never been his decision; 
Elladan had made it for him. "Then come to my bed and let me love you."
 
Elladan quivered with expectation and pulled the blond close. "You accept 
me as your lover?"
 
"How can I not?" 
 
Elladan smiled brightly. "Then take me to your bed and make love to me." 
He had finally achieved his goal; Thranduil was his!
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
A bird's song woke Elrond from pleasant dreams. Frowning, he took in the 
alien surroundings, but then remembered that Glorfindel had taken him to 
the cottage his lover had selected for their stay. Glorfindel was wrapped 
around him, his lover's head resting against his shoulder. Dotingly, Elrond 
let his fingertips explore the blond's soft skin, wishing he had already fully 
recovered so they could finally make love. He knew Glorfindel was 
keeping back because the blond worried about his health, but making love 
might actually help him recover instead of merely tiring him. 
 
A wicked plan formed in his mind, and his fingers began to unbutton 
Glorfindel's shirt, slowly sliding it down to the blond's waist. Already hard 
nipples trembled beneath his touch and Glorfindel moaned deliciously, 
shifting against him. Elrond rolled the nub of hard flesh between his 
fingertips and sought out his lover's lips, parting Glorfindel's teeth and 
exploring the warm cavern. 
 
Glorfindel's eyes filled with awareness at his lover's touch. Surprised, he 
stared at Elrond, whose hand now slipped inside his leggings, palming his 
erection. "Elrond?" Glorfindel wasn't sure how to react. He had envisioned 
their first time together, but Elrond taking the initiative surprised him. 
"You should be resting." But now his lover's fingers pushed down his 
leggings, exposing his arousal. Glorfindel swallowed hard and found he 
was unable to stop Elrond, craving this as well. 
 
"Glorfindel, rest is not all I need." Elrond's hands returned to caress the 
blond's chest, playing with his lover's sensitive nipples. Looking into 
Glorfindel's eyes, he found they had darkened to midnight blue. "But I will 
need your help. My ankles -- I cannot --."
 
"Hush," whispered Glorfindel huskily. "I understand." Elrond's eyes 
burned with desire and passion. "I want this as well." Glorfindel folded an 
arm around Elrond's waist and gently rolled his lover onto his back. "Tell 
me when your ankles hurt?" The last thing he wanted was for Elrond to be 
uncomfortable during their lovemaking. 
 
Elrond nodded quickly. "But do not worry about my ankles too much. 
Other parts of my body need you more." 
 
Glorfindel grinned, very much aware of the fact that his lover was already 
erect and leaking pre-ejaculate. "How do you want to do this?" 
 
Elrond's eyes darkened with lust. "I want to feel you inside me..." 
 
Glorfindel carefully straddled his lover's hips, and his hands traveled down 
Elrond's chest. "I crave being inside you as well." Bending down, he 
placed one hand next to Elrond's shoulder to support himself while his 
other tangled in the long, dark hair. His lips descended onto his lover's and 
his tongue possessively traced the inside of Elrond's lips, suckling the 
bottom lip until the half-Elf finally parted his teeth. His tongue quickly 
took advantage and slipped inside. 
 
Elrond moaned wantonly and his arms came up behind Glorfindel's back, 
pulling him closer. His body woke after long years of enforced celibacy, 
and he took control of the kiss, his tongue duelling with Glorfindel's for 
dominance. 
 
Glorfindel eventually pulled back, panting slowly; the kiss had left him 
breathless. Sliding down Elrond's legs, he made sure he stayed clear of the 
mending ankles. Bending down again, he smiled, seeing Elrond's erection 
standing proud, begging for his touch. Teasingly, his tongue licked the 
weeping head, and then swirled around the shaft, making Elrond buck in 
want. 
 
Elrond stared at the Elda, whose red lips were now possessively wrapped 
around his throbbing erection. Glorfindel took him deeper, alternating 
between suckling and licking. He threw back his head at the divine 
sensation and involuntary thrust into the blond's mouth.
 
Glorfindel relaxed his throat, taking Elrond deeply. He wrapped his 
fingers around his lover's hard flesh, stroking in the same rhythm as he 
suckled. 
 
"Melme... stop or... I will come..." Elrond stuttered deliriously, unable to 
keep back any longer as Glorfindel licked down the length of his shaft. 
The sensation was too much and he came hard. 
 
Warm cream dripped from Glorfindel's lips as he finally released his 
lover's sated sex. Grinning naughtily he laid down next to Elrond, placing 
one hand on his lover's chest to feel its up and down motion. Elrond was 
panting hard! Large eyes showed dilated pupils and they were now 
directed at him; Glorfindel saw the question in them. "I want you to be 
relaxed when I take you and making you come is the best way to ensure 
you are no longer tense."
 
Elrond chuckled, feeling utterly relaxed. "It worked..." He pulled 
Glorfindel back atop of his body, and the blond blanketed him, stretching 
his body and carefully covering every inch of his body, mindful not too 
put too much pressure on still mending ribs. "You are a devious imp, nîn 
ind." 
 
Glorfindel smiled against Elrond's chest. His hands rested on Elrond's hips 
and he began to stroke the smooth skin. 
 
Elrond groaned contently, allowing his lover to take control again. "I am 
so fortunate to have you, Glorfindel."
 
Glorfindel lifted his eyes and met Elrond's. He grinned wickedly and 
rubbed his erection against his lover's groin. Elrond's eyes widened, as 
Glorfindel kissed him passionately while one hand stole between their 
bodies to slowly massage his lover's returning erection. 
 
Elrond groaned, feeling himself harden again. "You will exhaust me, 
Glorfindel. Did you not take me here to rest?"
 
"You started this," whispered Glorfindel into his lover's ear and licked its 
tip, drawing another pleading groan from the half-Elf's lips. "We need oil." 
No matter how much he wanted to make love to the half-Elf, he had to 
properly prepare his lover first. Glorfindel's eyes searched the room for 
something suitable. "I will be right back." He raised himself onto all fours, 
left the bed and hurried into the bathroom. He returned triumphantly, 
showing off his prize to Elrond. "Rose scented oil." He had packed it 
because Elrond used to it to remove the tangles from his hair after washing 
it. 
 
"It will do," said Elrond, pleased. Glorfindel proudly twirled the flask in 
his hands as he returned to their bed, making Elrond smile. "You did well 
remembering you brought it with you." Elrond slowly parted his legs, 
allowing his lover to slip between them. 
 
Sobering, Glorfindel locked eyes with Elrond. "Are you sure you are 
strong enough to do this? What if we jostle your feet and --"
 
Elrond cut him short. "You will be careful, melme." 
 
Glorfindel nodded and opened the flask, letting the oil drip onto his 
fingertips. "Do you want to roll onto your side?"
 
Elrond shook his head once. "I want to see your eyes. Put a pillow beneath 
my hips."
 
Glorfindel took hold of a pillow, helped Elrond lift his hips and slipped it 
in place. "Better?" The smile Elrond gave him answered his question. 
 
"Touch me, Glorfindel." Elrond took hold of his lover's hand and placed 
the blond's oil covered finger near the entrance of his body. "Make love to 
me."
 
Glorfindel swallowed hard, suddenly growing nervous. Leaning in closer, 
he claimed his lover's lips and deepened their kiss, while he massaged the 
guardian ring, waiting for Elrond to admit him.
 
His hands tangled in the blond hair, making sure Glorfindel could not 
break off their kiss and pull back. Elrond sighed into his lover's mouth as 
one finger slid inside. Moaning, he locked eyes with the blond, hoping 
Glorfindel would seek out the spot that would make him squirm and beg 
for more. When Glorfindel's finger brushed that sweet spot, he yelped 
softly. 
 
Glorfindel removed his finger and returned with two, scissoring inside the 
warm passage, stretching it. Elrond's pupils were dilated and the irises had 
turned dark grey with need. "Soon," he breathed, finally releasing Elrond's 
lips to allow his lover to draw in much needed oxygen. Elrond squirmed 
beneath him. 
 
"Now, please..." Elrond's arms dropped to the bed and his fingers clawed 
the sheets. He licked his lips in eager anticipation, seeing Glorfindel rub 
the oil generously onto his erection. "Now..." 
 
Glorfindel looked over his shoulder, saw that his lover's mending ankles 
rested comfortably on the bed, and decided against lifting Elrond's legs 
and supporting them. Their lovemaking would be slow and sensual. 
Curling his fingers around his erection, he positioned himself at the 
entrance to his lover's body. He entered slowly, pushing past the ring of 
muscle and stretching on top op his lover, kissing Elrond deeply. 
 
Elrond quivered, feeling Glorfindel sheathe himself to the hilt. Looking 
into the blond's eyes, he saw love and trust reflected back at him. The first 
thrust took him by surprise, making him bite Glorfindel's bottom lip. 
 
Glorfindel thrust again, aiming for the spot that would bring Elrond 
ecstasy. His fingers buried themselves in the dark hair, and he continued 
the kiss, ignoring the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. 
 
Surrendering to his lover's thrusts, Elrond involuntarily arched his back, 
allowing the blond to thrust even deeper. Fingers curled themselves 
around his throbbing erection and his eyes grew big, realizing his lover 
was stroking him, bringing him to orgasm once more.
 
Losing control over his raging need and emotions, Glorfindel's thrusts 
grew erratic and harder. Burying himself deeply inside his lover's body, he 
climaxed. 
 
Feeling Glorfindel grow tense with the release of his orgasm, Elrond let go 
as well, surrendering to the ecstasy that coursed through his body. 
 
Glorfindel's eyes widened, feeling Elrond's muscle contract around him, 
and a tormented groan escaped his lips.
 
"Meleth-nîn, amin mela lle," whispered Elrond bonelessly. 
 
Glorfindel smiled adoringly and supported himself, unwilling to rest his 
weight on the exhausted half-Elf. "You are my very reason for living. 
Never leave me, Elrond." His sated sex slipped from his lover's body and 
he rolled onto his side, pulling the half-Elf close. "Are you satisfied now?" 
he asked teasingly, wiping the sweat from his lover's brow. 
 
"Very satisfied, very content," mumbled Elrond tiredly. "I have wanted to 
make love to you since you saved me from Ugluk, but --"
 
"We always got interrupted," chuckled Glorfindel. "Melamin, I should 
clean us up. Why do you not go to sleep and let me attend to you?"
 
"Are you not tired, then?" Elrond was already slipping back into sleep. 
 
"Nay, I feel energized," quipped Glorfindel amused. He stroked Elrond's 
hair until he was sure that the half-Elf was asleep, and then pressed a kiss 
onto his lover's chest, just above his heart. "I will always love you, nîn 
ind." 
 
Slowly, so as not to disturb his lover's well-deserved sleep, he entangled 
himself from the embrace and returned to the bathroom to retrieve a 
washcloth so he could clean up his lover.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Elrohir watched Erestor closely, and when the elder's Elf's stomach 
growled again, he took the other's hand and pulled him to his feet. "You 
need to eat."
 
Erestor sighed dejectedly, but did not protest, allowing Elrohir to pull him 
along. Knowing Elrohir worried about him made him comply when the 
half-Elf told him to get moving. The fact that Elrohir was still at his side 
surprised and pleased him at the same time. Elrohir had not shied away 
when they had talked about that fateful night; the half-Elf had held him 
close and comforted him. Elrohir's closeness soothed him and he 
straightened his shoulders, determined to overcome his fears. 
 
"Sit down, Erestor," ordered Elrohir as he rummaged through the kitchen 
cupboards. In the end he placed a plate filled with cheese, fruits, meat and 
lembas on the table. "And now we will eat." Giving the example, he put a 
piece of lembas into his mouth. 
 
Erestor followed Elrohir's example and chewed on some lembas. His 
appetite had been gone for days, but was now returning. Eating some 
cheese as well, he peered at Elrohir, wondering what the half-Elf was 
thinking. 
 
Elrohir caught Erestor's wondering gaze and smiled. "Would you like 
some warm wine?" Maybe the wine would help Erestor's nerves settle 
down. Seeing Erestor nod, he uncovered the wine and warmed it over a 
fire. After pouring it into a goblet he handed it to Erestor, who sipped 
slowly. 
 
Erestor sighed contently when the warm liquid flowed down his throat, 
warming his body and his soul. A quick look out of the window told him it 
was already noon. How long had they slept and talked? "I am neglecting 
my duties to your father. Someone should --"
 
Elrohir touched a finger to Erestor's lips, silencing him. "I am sure 
Imladris will continue to exist without you locking yourself in Ada's study 
all day long."
 
Erestor allowed Elrohir to trace the outline of his lips, swallowing hard 
when the finger finally retreated. The breakdown he had suffered had 
offered his feelings a way out and he felt relieved, knowing that there were 
no more secrets between them. "Pen-neth, what will happen now?" He 
worried about their future, about Elrond's reaction to finding out about his 
feelings for Elrohir - and what if the young half-Elf decided to desert him 
after all? He had been badly hurt in the past, and he wasn't sure he could 
ever express his love physically. Was it fair to expect Elrohir to be content 
with kisses and touches when the half-Elf was entitled to so much more? 
Why take an emotionally crippled lover? 
 
Erestor's face was an open book to Elrohir. The doubts, the fears, the 
uncertainty, it was all there in Erestor's dark eyes. Instinctively, he curled 
his fingers around Erestor's hand, rubbing the knuckles. He felt lost for 
words. Nothing he said would convince Erestor that he was here to stay. 
He had to show his dedication and affection through deeds and not words. 
"What will happen now?" he repeated Erestor's question. "You will take a 
hot bath, rest, and eat meals regularly. When you are rested you will return 
to your duties." Disappointment shone from Erestor's eyes, and Elrohir 
smiled warmly. "And I will stay close the entire time."
 
Erestor was taken aback by the sincerity in Elrohir's voice. "But --"
 
"I will have to move in with you, but I assume that won't be a problem? I 
will gather my personal belongings and take them to your rooms, which 
are larger and more comfortable than mine," continued Elrohir, pretending 
he didn't see the relief in Erestor's eyes. "I will seek out your bed more 
often," added Elrohir, "every single night if you want me to." Suddenly 
Erestor's expression darkened, and Elrohir hurriedly added, "So I can hold 
you close."
 
Erestor lowered his eyes. "I hate feeling this vulnerable." The confession 
was hard to make, but he felt comfortable enough to show his feelings in 
front of Elrohir. If the half-Elf was willing to make this work, he would try 
as well. 
 
"Arato-nîn," started Elrohir, while slowly raising Erestor's hand to his lips, 
pressing a kiss onto its palm, "I am honored that you share your feelings 
with me. I will not fail you."
 
A nervous twitch appeared beneath Erestor's left eye. "I am afraid I will 
fail you, pen-neth."
 
"You won't," said Elrohir determinately, bestowing another kiss onto the 
Elf's skin; this time on Erestor's knuckles. "Now that you have finished 
your wine, would you like to take a hot bath? It might lift your spirits
 
Erestor blushed. Elrohir said quickly, "You can soak in the bath tub while 
I look in on Ada." He heard Erestor's relieved sigh and felt saddened, 
realizing just how insecure the other was. 
 
Erestor nodded once. "A hot bath sounds divine." Looking at Elrohir, he 
cocked his head. "Did you mean it? About moving in with me?" The one 
thing he dreaded was being alone with the shadows of his past, and Elrohir 
keeping him company was the one thing he desperately craved. To have 
the half-Elf close at all times would help him deal with the memories.
 
After rising to his feet, Elrohir walked over to Erestor and knelt at the 
other's side. He gathered the elder Elf's hands in his and locked eyes with 
Erestor. He considered every word carefully before he spoke them. "I will 
stay with you as long as you want me. I will hold you at night and guard 
your dreams. The nightmares will end and you will grow strong again. I 
promise to be there for you every step of the way."
 
Erestor's eyes filled with tears, but he fought them back. Raising Elrohir's 
hands, he placed kisses on the fingertips. Words deserted him and he 
hoped the gesture would speak for him. 
 
Smiling warmly, Elrohir nodded once. He rose from the floor, pulled 
Erestor to his feet, and guided the elder Elf back to his rooms. 
 
TBC
 
Amin mele lle = I love you
Nin ind = my heart
Arato-nin = my champion
 
Beta read by Ilye, thanks!
 
 


Part 13
Completion
 
 
 
Elladan felt nervous when Thranduil closed the door behind them. The 
blond had led him to his guest rooms and now extended his hand, guiding 
him towards the bed. His mouth felt awfully dry now that he fully realized 
they were about to make love again. When he had challenged Thranduil in 
the study, he hadn’t thought the elder Elf would act this quickly. Lowering 
his eyes, he stared at the floor, trying to calm down. 
 
“It is normal to be nervous,” said Thranduil softly as he wrapped his arms 
around Elladan. He still marveled at the Elfling for pursuing him in this 
manner. The half-Elf had faced this head on, never giving him the chance 
to say no to this relationship. Elbereth help him, Elladan knew exactly 
what he wanted! He cocked his head and waited for his young love to lift 
his eyes. After longs moments their eyes finally met and Thranduil smiled 
warmly, seeing the insecurity and love in those dark orbs. “Last night you 
trusted yourself to me. Will you do the same thing now and put your trust 
in me?” 
 
“I cannot help it,” said Elladan, swallowing hard, “I am nervous. You are 
my first lover, and I do not know what to do. Last night took me by 
surprise and –“ His eyes darkened to near black. “I thought you would 
take me and –“
 
Thranduil raised a hand and his thumb followed Elladan’s jaw line, 
watching the half-Elf closely. “I surrendered to you because that is the 
nature of my magic,” Pausing, he chose his next words carefully, “Would 
you also surrender to me?”
 
Elladan’s eyes searched Thranduil’s. He fully understood what the elder 
Elf was asking. “You want to make love to me?”
 
“I want to claim you as my mate.” Thranduil leaned in closer and kissed 
Elladan sensually, careful not to rush the Elfling who trembled in his arms. 
 
A lump of emotions formed in Elladan’s throat as he tried to imagine what 
it would be like to feel Thranduil inside him. “I want that as well, but –“
 
“You are scared,” said Thranduil in an understanding tone, “But I assure 
you there will be no pain, no discomfort - only ecstasy.” One hand 
traveled down Elladan’s back, rubbing the skin through the fabric in 
soothing circles. 
 
“I want you as well,” said Elladan, his voice growing stronger. “And I 
want to be your mate for the rest of my life, but – this is new, and…” His 
voice trailed off as words deserted him. 
 
“Trust yourself to me, and stop worrying,” whispered Thranduil 
seductively, slowly unbuttoning Elladan’s shirt. “We will explore this love 
together, and your nerves will settle once you feel more certain of our 
relationship.” He pushed the shirt from the half-Elf’s shoulders and sighed 
appreciatively at seeing the smooth, hairless chest. “You are beautiful, 
Lirimaer. Let me pleasure you.” 
 
Elladan slowly nodded his head. “I trust you. I cannot explain it, but I 
trusted you from the start.” 
 
Thranduil smiled dreamily, leaned in closer, and claimed Elladan’s lips 
again. This time he took his time exploring the warm, wet, cavern. The tip 
of his tongue lightly touched his lover’s palate, drawing a chuckle from 
the half-Elf. Thranduil pulled back and took in Elladan’s flushed, giggling 
appearance. Elladan’s youth was part of what attracted him to the half-Elf, 
but he also appreciated his strong and determined character. “Come to my 
bed.”
 
Elladan licked his lips and his insides twitched in anticipation, only adding 
to his nervousness. Last night he had been inside his lover, and now it was 
his turn to experience that feeling. 
 
Thranduil laid his love down on the bed, and then crawled closer on all 
fours. Hovering over Elladan, he kissed the half-Elf passionately and let 
his tongue slide down his lover’s throat. Traveling down further, he 
encountered a hard nub of flesh and licked it lightly. Elladan moaned 
beneath him and the half-Elf’s hands found their way into his hair, 
tangling in his locks. “Close your eyes, Lirimaer.”
 
Elladan wondered about the request, but complied, closing his eyes after 
stealing one more look at Thranduil who was smiling wickedly. Now that 
his eyes were closed, the touches seemed to grow even more sensual, and 
when Thranduil pulled down his leggings, he released a sharp whimper. 
His eyes opened again, locking with Thranduil’s.
 
Thranduil smiled, amused. “I said, close your eyes, Elfling.” Elladan shut 
his eyes again and Thranduil rewarded him by bestowing several light 
kisses onto his stomach. Elladan chuckled, making Thranduil smile in 
turn. “You are ticklish, Lirimaer, I will remember that.”
 
Elladan managed to keep his eyes closed in spite of Thranduil’s teasing 
tone. He sucked in his breath when something wet and soft touched the 
head of his erection, suckling softly. He bucked hard and slid deeper into 
the welcoming warmth. Throwing back his head, he instinctively began to 
thrust, eager to reach orgasm with this wet heat still wrapped around him. 
 
Letting his young love take control, Thranduil relaxed his throat and 
managed to keep up with Elladan, taking in as much as he could. 
 
Elladan’s eyes opened involuntarily as Thranduil’s finger traced his lips 
and he greedily curled his tongue around it, sucking hard. Entranced, he 
stared at Thranduil’s bobbing head; a curtain of silky gold caressed his 
skin every time the blond moved and Elladan panted his lover’s name in 
need. “Thranduil… Please…”
 
Suddenly the finger was withdrawn, and Elladan’s eyes widened, feeling 
the slippery digit near the entrance to his body. Pushing deeper into the 
comfort of the mattress, he surrendered to the sensation. He tensed slightly 
when Thranduil pushed past the guardian muscle, entering his body. An 
incredible sensation swept through his lower body and he bit his bottom 
lip in surprise. Another wave of ecstasy washed through him as Thranduil 
rubbed that sweet spot inside him. Unable to keep back any longer, he 
released a pleading gasp, thrust hard, and finally reached orgasm. 
 
Thranduil pulled away; a few drops of his lover’s essence still clung to his 
lips. 
 
Elladan panted hard and sought out Thranduil’s eyes. The blond gave him 
an impish look and then reached for a small, glass flask attached to his 
belt, which he placed on the bed. Holding his breath in anticipation, 
Elladan lazily watched Thranduil strip. “You are as beautiful as I 
remember,” he complimented the blond, recalling the silvery reflection of 
the moon sliding over Thranduil’s naked body. 
 
Thranduil finished removing his clothes and straddled Elladan’s hips. “I 
want to make love to you, Lirimaer.”
 
Elladan raised a hand and curled his fingers around his lover’s shaft, 
stroking the hard flesh experimentally. The moan that Thranduil released 
made him realize how close the blond was to orgasm. A droplet of pre-
ejaculate slid onto his fingertip and Elladan brought it to his lips, getting a 
small taste of his lover. Unable to find the right words to describe the 
feelings moving through him, he simply stared at Thranduil. 
 
Thranduil returned that smile, seeing the curious expression in the half-
Elf’s eyes at opening the small flask. Drops of clear liquid dripped onto 
his fingertips and he lay down beside his lover, telling Elladan to drape 
one leg over his thigh. 
 
Elladan complied and maintained eye contact with his lover, feeling 
insecure now that the moment was finally upon him. Last night 
Thranduil’s eyes had been filled with rapture whilst riding him, and he 
wondered if he would feel the same way when Thranduil finally made 
love to him. 
 
“Trust yourself to me,” repeated Thranduil. He was extremely pleased 
with Elladan’s reactions thus far. Elladan trusted him, and seemed eager to 
proceed. Placing one finger at the entrance to his lover’s body, he slowly 
massaged the guardian ring. Elladan relaxed and Thranduil pushed past 
the ring of muscle, confident his young love was ready for this next step. 
 
Elladan sucked on his bottom lip at the invading sensation, but stayed 
calm and relaxed, recalling how divine it had felt with his lover’s finger 
had rubbed that certain spot. And now Thranduil was doing it again! 
Involuntarily he arched his back, mumbling something unintelligible. 
 
Thranduil pulled back, added more oil, and returned with two fingers, 
slowly sliding back into the tight passage. He sought out Elladan’s lips 
and kissed him deeply, trying to distract his lover from any discomfort he 
might feel. Elladan responded eagerly, taking control of the kiss, and 
Thranduil used that moment to add a third finger. 
 
Elladan’s eyes grew big, feeling full, and he reacted to that invasive 
sensation by growing erect again. Forgetting to breathe momentarily, he 
surrendered to the sweet sensation sliding through his groin as Thranduil 
continued to manipulate that sweet spot inside him. 
 
“Are you ready, Elfling?” Thranduil removed his fingers and watched 
Elladan closely. “And do not hesitate to say no. I won’t pressure you into 
doing this when you are not ready.”
 
“But I am ready; I think…” said Elladan huskily. “I want to complete this 
bond.” And he desperately wanted to come with Thranduil inside him. 
 
“Tell me to stop if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” said 
Thranduil firmly. Coating his erection with oil, he studied Elladan’s eyes. 
“Roll onto your side, Lirimaer. This is your first time and it will be easier 
on you this way.”
 
Elladan swallowed nervously and rolled onto his right side, feeling 
Thranduil spoon behind him. A hot erection pushed eagerly against his 
cleft and he briefly closed his eyes, wondering what making love would 
feel like. Thranduil parting his buttocks caused him to tense. The tip of his 
lover’s erection now pressed against the entrance to his body and his 
nervousness returned. 
 
Thranduil felt Elladan tense up and reacted by lavishing kisses on to his 
lover’s delicate neck. His tongue eventually licked the tip of a pointed ear, 
making his love squirm. His fingers found Elladan’s arousal, stroking 
slowly whilst his lips nibbled on an earlobe. Slowly, the tension left the 
half-Elf’s body and Thranduil positioned himself at the entrance to his 
lover’s body, slowly and carefully pushing past the guardian ring. Now 
that Elladan’s orgasm was building, it was easier for him to push inside 
and claim the half-Elf as his own. 
 
Elladan clung to the elder Elf, whose arms were wrapped around his waist, 
as the invasive feeling grew stronger. Moaning low in his throat, Elladan 
involuntarily pushed back. 
 
Now that he was buried to the hilt, Thranduil slowly pulled back and then 
thrust again, aiming for that sweet spot that would bring his lover even 
more pleasure.  Thrusting slowly and purposefully, he made sure he was 
bringing his new, inexperienced love pleasure instead of pain. Elladan 
remained relaxed and he continued to stroke his lover, feeling the tension 
return to the half-Elf’s body; Elladan was about to come. 
 
His lips suckled the skin beneath Elladan’s ear, leaving a passion mark. 
Suddenly Elladan pushed back, and delirious moans tumbled from his 
lover’s lips. He changed the angle of his next thrusts, brushing his lover’s 
sweet spot. Elladan yelped and suddenly hot cream dripped down his 
hand. Forcing himself to stop thrusting, he relished feeling the spasms 
around his shaft. Releasing his orgasm as well, he thrust one last time, 
biting Elladan’s neck simultaneously. 
 
Elladan trembled, as Thranduil’s teeth broke his skin. His lover’s hold on 
him tightened and Thranduil pulled him even closer. Looking over his 
shoulder, he saw rapture on the blond’s face. “Thran… duil?” His voice 
shook violently and he felt relieved when the elder Elf locked eyes with 
him. 
 
“Amin mela lle,” whispered Thranduil, smiling, satiated. Slowly pulling 
out, his sated sex left his lover’s body. “How do you feel, Elladan? Did I 
hurt you?” He hoped not. He hadn’t witnessed any signs of discomfort and 
he had watched the half-Elf’s reactions closely during their lovemaking. 
 
Elladan quickly reassured him. “You only brought me pleasure as you said 
you would.” Slowly, he rolled onto his other side so they lay facing each 
other. Raising his hand, he caressed his lover’s face. Thranduil’s eyes 
sparkled; the stars had never shone this brightly before. 
 
One hand stroked Elladan’s back, whilst his other brushed back damp 
locks of dark hair. “Lirimaer, there is no turning back. We are now mated 
for life. I hope you will never regret it.” Thranduil moistened his lips. “We 
must discuss our future. So many things are happening and –“
 
Elladan nodded once. “Ada told me several Elves will sail to Valinor, and 
I think he is one of them, but I cannot imagine ever leaving Imladris. This 
is home.”
 
Thranduil’s smile revealed his relief. “I want to stay as well. I care about 
the forests, the animals and all inhabitants of Arda. I have no desire to 
leave either.”
 
“We will stay then.” Elladan curled his fingers around the blond’s hand 
and brought it to his lips, bestowing a gentle kiss on its knuckles. “Amin 
mela lle.”
 
Thranduil pulled his love close, holding him tightly. “I will never desert 
you.”
 
Elladan smiled sleepily as his eyes closed. Tension and lovemaking had 
exhausted him, and his body demanded he rest. “Melamin…” Dozing off, 
he squeezed Thranduil’s hand once more. 
 
Enfolding the half-Elf in a warm embrace, Thranduil tucked Elladan’s 
head beneath his chin and continued to stroke his back soothingly. “We 
belong to each other now, Lirimaer, and I pray we will never be 
separated.”
 
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Glorfindel placed hot tea, lembas, fruits, cheese and some smoked salmon 
on the kitchen table. He had spent the rest of the day exploring their 
surroundings and had found a lovely spot at the Bruinen where Elrond 
would love sitting in the sun. He had let his lover sleep, knowing very well 
how exhausted Elrond was. The dark haired half-Elf needed time to 
recover, and that included lots of sleep. 
 
Stepping into the bedroom, Glorfindel leaned against the wall and watched 
Elrond sleep. The half-Elf was full of surprises; he hadn’t expected Elrond 
to instigate any lovemaking at this point, but he was glad his lover had 
taken that step. For the first time since admitting their feelings their love 
felt real. 
 
Elrond somehow sensed that he was being watched in his sleep, and 
awakened to find Glorfindel’s gaze directed at him. Lazily, he stretched. 
The pain in his chest was growing less with each passing day and even his 
ankles seemed to be mending. And he owed it all to his lover’s excellent 
care. 
 
“I prepared something to eat for us. Would you like me to carry you into 
the kitchen?” asked Glorfindel. 
 
Elrond nodded thankfully. “I do feel hungry. You wore me out, melme.”
 
Glorfindel laughed warmly, pushed back the covers and lifted Elrond in 
his arms. “You look better today. Must be the rest you are getting,” he said 
teasingly. 
 
“Rest?” Elrond raised one eyebrow. “I have not had much rest yet.”
 
“And whose fault is that?” Glorfindel continued his teasing, whilst helping 
Elrond to settle down on the chair. “I was asleep, having completely 
innocent dreams, I might add, and you woke me!”
 
Elrond grinned wickedly. “I did not hear any complaints at the time.”
 
Glorfindel sat down as well and poured them some tea. “You surprised 
me,” he admitted honestly. “I was not sure you were strong enough yet for 
that kind of activity.”
 
Elrond noticed the smug smile on the blond’s face. “You are still awfully 
proud you recalled bringing that oil.”
 
Glorfindel’s smile sparkled. “Aye, I am proud I did! Because of it we can 
now enjoy days and nights filled with lust and love.” 
 
Elrond sipped his tea, studying Glorfindel. “So that is the real reason you 
manipulated me into coming here? You want to ravish me day and night?”
 
Glorfindel leaned in closer and provocatively licked his lips, knowing 
what it did to Elrond. The half-Elf groaned, growing hard again. “What 
did you think, Elrond? Of course I want to ravish you. I want to hear you 
scream your pleasure and beg me for more.”
 
A weak blush settled on Elrond’s face. “Glorfindel…” 
 
“I want to feel you beneath me, squirming with need the way you did only 
hours ago. Being inside you was incredible, and I want to feel that close to 
you again.” Glorfindel brushed one stray lock away from Elrond’s face 
and pushed it behind the half-Elf’s ear. “I want to explore every delicious 
inch of your body. I will find ways to drive you insane with passion.”
 
Elrond felt at a loss for words. Looking into Glorfindel’s eyes, he sensed 
that his lover was sincere. Glorfindel had always struck him as a sensual 
being, but he had never expected his lover to be this eager to make love to 
him. “It has been a while,” said Elrond, trying to explain. “It has been a 
while since someone wanted me like that. After Arwen was born 
Celebrian and I had separate bedrooms. She did not want to get pregnant 
again and we seldom made love. Shortly after that the Orcs attacked and –
”
 
Glorfindel nodded. “I know that this is new to you and that it is making 
you nervous, but you are in good hands with me, melamin. There is no 
reason to worry. I believe we are meant to be together, and making love to 
you was a divine experience.”
 
The blush remained on Elrond’s face and Glorfindel sighed deeply, 
marveling at the fact that it made Elrond even more attractive. “Eat, and 
maybe we can later watch the sunset together?”
 
“I would like that.” Elrond rested his hand on Glorfindel’s and gently 
squeezed it. When had he seen the sun set for the last time? Too long ago. 
He would love to share that experience with his lover. 
 
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“I will fill the bathtub,” offered Elrohir when they returned to Erestor’s 
rooms. Looking at the elder Elf, Elrohir was relieved to see that some 
color had returned to the once pale face. /I hope it helps that he knows I 
am not leaving him to deal with this on his own. I really want to help him 
overcome his fears./ 
 
“Thank you.” Erestor eyed Elrohir curiously. He was beginning to believe 
that Elrohir was sincere and that the young half-Elf was determined to see 
them through this, but the reason still eluded him. Why would Elrohir 
want to be with someone like him? 
 
Erestor followed Elrohir into the bathroom where his former student began 
to fill up the tub with hot water. Elrohir even added some oil and the room 
filled with the sweet fragrance of lilies. Erestor hesitated, not wanting to 
remove his clothes in Elrohir’s presence, and shuffled his feet, waiting for 
the half-Elf to leave the room. 
 
Elrohir looked over his shoulder and expected to find Erestor in the 
process of undressing, but the elder Elf’s look told him that Erestor 
preferred some privacy when bathing. “I will collect some things from my 
rooms and then return here.” 
 
Erestor sighed relieved, but noticing Elrohir’s disappointed expression he 
felt guilty for shutting him out like that. He took a step closer to the 
younger half-Elf and rested his hand on Elrohir’s shoulder. “Pen-neth, this 
is not about you. Ever since that night I feel uncomfortable showing 
myself naked to others. That is why I never joined Elrond and your brother 
when I was invited to the baths. I –“ Erestor lowered his eyes and stared at 
the floor. “I still carry scars from that night.”
 
Elrohir’s heart went out to Erestor. “I hope that the time will come when 
you no longer feel uncomfortable in my presence, Arato-nin.” Slowly he 
pulled the dark haired Elf close and rested his forehead against Erestor’s. 
Looking into dark eyes, he smiled weakly. “There is no need to feel 
ashamed.”
 
Erestor’s eyes closed momentarily. “Rationally I understand that, but my 
feelings say something different." He couldn’t reveal the ugly scars to 
Elrohir, not now and maybe never. He doubted the younger half-Elf 
understood what those Orcs had done to him and seeing those scars would 
make it terribly real. What if those scars scared Elrohir away? He would 
never forgive himself for losing Elrohir in that way. 
 
“You can have all the time you need, Arato-nin,” said Elrohir reassuringly. 
“I will check on you in one hour, and maybe we can go for a short stroll in 
the gardens? It is a lovely evening.”
 
Erestor nodded shyly. “We will go for a walk, but I really need to check if 
there are any urgent matters that require my attention. I doubt your father 
has recovered enough to see to those matters.”
 
“Later,” decided Elrohir, “First you will bathe and relax.”
 
Erestor gave in, knowing very well how stubborn Elrohir could be. 
“Agreed.” 
 
Elrohir walked over to the doorway, regretting leaving Erestor alone when 
he wanted to be close to the elder Elf.  He wanted to take care of Erestor, 
and make sure no emotional breakdown would follow. Making eye contact 
with the dark haired Elf, he nodded once, and smiled warmly.  The weak 
smile that showed on Erestor’s face made his heart ache and he reminded 
himself that the other needed time. Closing the door behind him, he drew 
in a deep breath and headed for his rooms to collect clothes and other 
personal belongings. 
 
Erestor removed his clothes and draped them over the chair near the 
doorway. Slowly, he slid into the warm and welcoming water. A sigh fled 
his lips as he immersed himself, briefly letting the water close over his 
head. Surfacing again, he leaned back and let the hot water massage his 
tense muscles, which slowly loosened. 
 
His thoughts returned to Elrohir and the obvious concern he had read in 
the half-Elf’s eyes. He knew Elrohir worried about him, but was it worry 
born out of love or pity? Elrohir said he wanted to learn to love him, but 
was something like that even possible? Wasn’t the young half-Elf forcing 
himself into something he didn’t want? 
 
His head started to hurt from these racing thoughts which continued to run 
in circles. Through the years he had learned that it was useless to try to 
change Elrohir’s mind when the young half-Elf was determined to do 
something his way. 
 
Massaging his temples, he groaned softly. When had everything become 
so complicated? 
 
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Thranduil saw how awareness returned to Elladan’s hazel eyes and smiled 
as the expression grew warm at seeing him. The youngster had fallen 
asleep shortly after making love, and he had enjoyed watching him sleep. 
The large brown eyes sparkled mischievously. “Did you sleep well?” 
 
Elladan nodded once. “But I did not plan to fall asleep on you after…” 
Recalling the last hour’s events he blushed weakly. “It was even better 
than I thought it would be.”
 
Thranduil gracefully accepted the compliment, knowing very well that it 
had been so good for Elladan because he had gone slowly and had taken 
great care to properly prepare his young lover. “It will be like that for the 
rest of our lives.”
 
Elladan’s blush intensified, hearing those words. “I know Ada will accept 
this, he told me -- but what about your family, your sons? How will 
Legolas react to finding out that we are together now?”
 
“I know my sons very well and I think they will accept this. I am counting 
on them to understand that our love is true.” He wasn’t worried that 
Legolas and Valthoron would protest his choice. He had accepted Lurtz, 
had he not? Why would his sons then begrudge him his love?
 
“Lirimaer, we are sweaty and should take a bath.” Thranduil pressed a 
chaste kiss onto Elladan’s brow. “And we need clean clothes as well.”
 
“I will collect some from my rooms. Will you wait for me? I want to take 
that bath together.” 
 
“Hurry, then, for I crave a hot bath.” Thranduil released his young love 
from his embrace and watched Elladan stretch luxuriously when leaving 
the bed. Although he knew they were now fully mated, he still expected 
Elladan to reconsider and end this relationship. 
 
Elladan slipped into his robes and grinned wickedly. “Do not worry, I will 
hurry back to you.” He marched toward the doorway, opened the door and 
disappeared into the corridor. /Elrohir, where are you? I am dying to tell 
you what happened!/ He craved telling his twin about Thranduil and the 
love they shared. His twin would be happy for him, and he desperately 
needed to tell someone now that his father and Glorfindel had left. 
 
Turning left, he headed for his rooms, which were next to his brother’s, 
hoping to find Elrohir there. 
 
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Elrohir turned around, hearing the knock on the door and instinctively 
knew it was his twin. They had been able to sense each other’s presence as 
long as he could remember, and it had often been useful when one of them 
had gotten into trouble. Elrohir walked over to the door and opened it, 
gesturing his twin to follow him. 
 
Elladan grinned, but then his expression changed to puzzlement, realizing 
Elrohir was packing clothes into a bag. “Where are you going?”
 
“I am moving to Erestor’s quarters,” said Elrohir, momentarily stopping 
packing. “It is a long story, brother, but he needs someone close right 
now.”
 
Elladan saw the worry in Elrohir’s eyes and instantly grew concerned 
himself. “What happened that Erestor needs you close?” His former tutor 
always made the impression that he was able to handle anything that came 
his way. But now that he got a closer look at his brother, he found that 
Elrohir looked exhausted and a bit too pale. “And what is wrong with 
you?”
 
Elrohir considered his brother’s question carefully and reached a decision. 
“Elladan, sit down.”
 
“Is it that serious?” But Elladan complied and sat down on the bed. 
Looking up, he found that his brother was pacing nervously. 
 
Elrohir forced himself to calm down and seated himself next to his twin. “I 
learned something very important about Erestor.” 
 
“And what is that?” Elladan felt lost. What was his brother trying to tell 
him?
 
“Elladan, that night, when the Orcs attacked Nana, they also assaulted 
Erestor. We were so worried about her, that we never realized there was 
another victim.”
 
Elladan had expected a lot of things, but this wasn’t one of them. Elrohir’s 
words caused a dark pain to reappear and he quickly pushed the memories 
of his mother’s battered form away. He couldn’t recall Erestor being there. 
“But Elrohir –“
 
Elrohir interrupted his brother. “Remember that Glorfindel arrived shortly 
after we did? We took care of Nana and he looked after Erestor. Try to 
remember, Elladan, there were two riders on Asfaloth’s back that night.”
 
Elladan strained his memory, hating the fact that he had to recall that 
night. Focusing his memories, he frowned, realizing Elrohir was right; 
Asfaloth had carried two forms that night. “But what does that mean?”
 
“Erestor knew they tormented Nana and he did his best to distract them, to 
draw them away from her. They hurt him in every possible way, Elladan, 
and he nearly died, but Ada and Glorfindel nursed him back to health. We 
always wondered where Ada was, but he was sitting with Erestor. Nana 
did not want Ada close, remember?”
 
“I remember,” said Elladan, nodding his head.  Elrond had spent an awful 
lot of time in his study, and they had been forbidden to enter that room. He 
had always wondered why. Now he knew; his father had been looking 
after Erestor. Then Elrohir’s words fully sank in. “In every possible way? 
Does that mean…” His voice trailed off, as he was unable to speak the 
words aloud.
 
Elrohir nodded, saddened. “They beat and raped him, and I am afraid it 
happened more than once. He flinches every time I touch him. Elladan, he 
is so ashamed. And we never noticed! During all those years in which he 
helped Ada raise us, we never noticed!” 
 
Elladan’s hands turned into fists. “I will now take an even greater pleasure 
in killing Orcs!”
 
“I understand that you feel that way,” said Elrohir slowly, “but I doubt 
your anger will help. Erestor needs our love and support instead.”
 
“I will try to control my temper, but – Elrohir, I already hated those 
monsters for what they did to her, but my hate burns even deeper now that 
I know they hurt Erestor as well!”
 
Elrohir smiled compassionately. “It happened many years ago and Erestor 
learned to deal with these dark memories; we can do that as well.” Elrohir 
paused briefly, seeking out his twin’s eyes. “There is one more thing you 
should know.”
 
Elladan sighed distressed, locking eyes with his twin. “This cannot 
possibly be worse.”
 
Elrohir drew in a deep breath. “Erestor has been in love with me for years. 
He told me when he collapsed in my arms.”
 
“He is in love with you?” Elladan’s eyes grew big. “But he is - was - our 
mentor!”
 
“He stopped being our teacher many decades ago, Elladan.”
 
“Do you love him?” Elladan’s thoughts returned to Thranduil and how 
happy they were. Did Erestor and Elrohir feel the same way about each 
other?
 
Elrohir seriously considered the question before answering it. “After a 
fashion. I have great respect for him and I greatly care for him.”
 
“But that is not love.”
 
Elrohir gave Elladan a thoughtful look. “It is not maddening passion and 
lust, you are right about that, but maybe this is something deeper, more 
elemental. I feel deeply for him and I love holding him in my arms, or 
comforting him. Maybe it is a different kind of love.”
 
At hearing ‘maddening passion and lust’ Elladan blushed fiercely and 
realized it was time he shared his secret as well. “It is the way I feel about 
Thranduil.”
 
Elrohir’s widened. “Thranduil?” He recalled what his father had told them 
about Thranduil. “But according to Ada he is arrogant and –“
 
“That is not true!” stated Elladan in a firm tone. “Elrohir, Thranduil is 
friendly, warm and compassionate!”
 
“And you are utterly in love with him,” said Elrohir, recalling that Elladan 
had confessed to being in love with Thranduil a few days ago. 
 
“And he loves me back.” Elladan lowered his eyes and cringed, knowing 
his twin would figure everything out. 
 
“Elladan, what did you do?” 
 
“We made love. Twice!” Elladan raised his eyes and stared defiantly at his 
brother. “We are mated now.”
 
Elrohir sighed deeply. “Elladan, Ada –“
 
“I already talked to Ada and he gave me his blessing.”
 
Elrohir stared at his brother in disbelief. “Are you sure about this?”
 
Elladan nodded firmly. “Thranduil and I talked and agreed to this bond.”
 
Elrohir’s expression softened. “And Ada agreed to this as well?”
 
“Aye, before he left.”
 
“Left? Elbereth, what happened whilst I was talking to Erestor?” 
 
“Glorfindel took him to a quiet place at the Bruinen to recover and I agree. 
Ada needs a break.”
 
“And no one bothered to tell me?”
 
Elladan shrugged. “I wondered where you were when you were not there 
to say goodbye to Ada, but I was too intent on solving matters between 
Thranduil and I.”
 
“So Glorfindel and Ada left? Then who rules Imladris? Erestor cannot 
take on that responsibility in his current state.” 
 
“Thranduil will look after all current affairs. Ada and he talked before he 
left. I think they buried the hatchet… maybe because of me. I know Ada 
does not want to see me hurt.”
 
“Thranduil is in charge of Imladris?” Had the whole of Arda gone mad? 
Elrohir took hold of Elladan’s hand and gently squeezed it, trying to deal 
with everything he had learned. “You love Thranduil? And you are happy 
with him?”
 
Elladan smiled brightly. “Aye, I love him. He is wonderful. I know you 
will like him once you get a chance to get to know him. Just keep an open 
mind when you meet him. A lot of what Ada told us no longer applies to 
Thranduil; he has changed.”
 
“I will keep an open mind,” promised Elrohir. He wrapped his arms 
around his brother and hugged Elladan close. “I am happy for you.”
 
“And I hope you and Erestor work out as well.” Elladan returned the hug, 
feeling cherished and loved. He could always count on his brother to 
understand. “You should return to Erestor’s rooms then, if he is not feeling 
well. I hope he will recover from what those monsters did to him.” 
 
Elrohir pulled back and sought out Elladan’s eyes. “It will help that I do 
not have to worry about you, brother, now that you have found your love.”
 
“Do not worry about me, Elrohir. Thranduil and I are happy and we will 
rule Imladris whilst Erestor and Ada are recovering. Make sure Erestor 
takes the time he needs to recover, brother, and assure him that he does not 
need worry about Imladris.”
 
“I will,” said Elrohir in a grateful tone. 
 
Elladan let go of his brother and got to his feet. “You can find me in 
Thranduil’s rooms or in Ada’s study.”
 
Elrohir nodded once. “And I will be in Erestor’s chambers.”
 
Elladan smiled warmly and headed for the doorway. He would pick up 
some clothes and toiletries and return to his lover. The fact that Elrohir 
had found a love as well pleased him, but he wondered at the fact that it 
was Erestor, their former mentor. He had to admit though that Erestor was 
handsome and attractive as well as intelligent and diplomatic. /We both 
ended up with much older lovers,/ thought Elladan, amused. /I hope 
Erestor and Elrohir will be as happy as Thranduil and I are./
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
“Erestor? Are you still in the bathroom?” Elrohir frowned at finding 
Erestor’s rooms empty. He pushed the bathroom door ajar and peered 
inside. His heart missed a beat, seeing Erestor in the bathtub, still naked 
and asleep. “Erestor, you cannot fall asleep like that,” mumbled he in a 
concerned tone. The water had probably long cooled down and couldn’t be 
comfortable any more. 
 
Grabbing a towel and some warm robes, he walked toward the tub and sat 
on his heels, studying Erestor. Involuntarily his gaze dropped to Erestor’s 
shoulders and chest and he sucked in his breath, seeing the scars that 
disfigured the smooth skin. Entranced he leaned in closer and his 
fingertips hovered above the skin, not yet touching. Were those bite 
marks? Other scars stemmed from long, sharp fingernails cutting deep in 
the flesh. Elbereth, Erestor had endured so much! 
 
A tear slipped from his eyes and dripped from his chin, landing on 
Erestor’s skin. Suddenly the black eyes filled with life. 
 
Erestor nearly released a keening wail at finding Elrohir this close. He 
grabbed the towel, scrambled to his feet, wrapped the fabric around his 
shaking form and ran for the bedroom. Collapsing on the bed, he pulled 
the blanket around his body, ignoring the fact that he was still wet and 
shaking. Elrohir had seen the scars! The one thing he had wanted to keep 
away from the half-Elf had now been revealed! Shaking like a leaf, his 
gaze fastened on the doorway to the bathroom, dreading Elrohir’s return. 
 
Elrohir drew in a deep breath to steady himself, and when he felt in 
control of his feelings, he joined Erestor in the bedroom. The elder Elf 
immediately averted his gaze and now stared at the floor. Sitting down 
next to Erestor, he extended his hand, hoping the dark haired Elf would 
take it. 
 
Erestor peeked at Elrohir, uncertain what to say or do. In the end, he freed 
one hand from beneath the blanket and offered it to the half-Elf, who 
curled his fingers around it. 
 
“What upset you?” asked Elrohir softly, trying to capture Erestor’s gaze.
 
“I did not want you to see what they did to me; the marks they left on my 
body.” Erestor’s voice shook with emotion. “It is a constant reminder of 
that night.”
 
Elrohir slowly wrapped an arm around Erestor’s shoulder and pulled him 
close. “But there is more.”
 
Erestor panted softly, trying to control his raging emotions. “I was scared 
seeing them would chase you away.”
 
“I am still here, am I not?” Elrohir finally caught Erestor’s elusive gaze 
and smiled warmly. “Those scars will not make me leave.” In order to 
prove the point he was trying to make, he pushed the blanket slightly 
down, revealing the scar that showed beneath Erestor’s collarbone. “Allow 
me.” Tenderly, he planted one kiss on the scar. 
 
Erestor’s eyes swam with tears as Elrohir’s lips touched his marred skin. It 
felt like finally receiving absolution for what had happened to him so 
many decades ago. Maybe he could finally start to forgive himself.
 
TBC
Nana = mother.
Amin mela lle = I love you.
Melamin = my love.
 
Beta read by Ilye, thanks!


Part 14
Saying goodbye
 
 
 
‘Lorien 
 
Haldir signaled Rumil to remain hidden. Celeborn had told them to expect 
Legolas and a second party, but seeing the Uruk-Hai at the Woodland 
Elf’s side had stunned them. The thing that baffled him most was the 
bantering, the teasing tone and the quick, stolen caresses whenever their 
horses got close enough for them to reach out and touch. Haldir worried 
about what this might mean. Why would Legolas allow one of their 
enemies this close? Why hadn’t Legolas killed the Uruk-Hai by now? 
 
“Legolas, I feel eyes upon us,” whispered Lurtz softly, hoping only 
Legolas’ ears heard his words, but if these watchful eyes belonged to 
Elves their sharp hearing would also pick up on his comment. 
 
Legolas nodded. He had sensed the gazes as well. “’Lorien’s guardians are 
watching us and will stop us shortly.” A wicked grin surfaced on Legolas’ 
face. “They are probably wondering if they should kill you now or wait 
until after they interrogated you.”
 
Lurtz growled. ‘Let them try to kill me. They won’t succeed.” His 
instincts had fully kicked in, making sure he wouldn’t be taken by 
surprise. “I do not like this.” 
 
“Give them time to get used to your presence, melamin.” Legolas used 
that last word on purpose, hoping the ‘Lorien Elves understood Lurtz was 
a friend and not an enemy. Hadn’t Elrond told them about his new mate? 
 
Haldir froze, hearing an Elf call and Uruk-Hai "melamin". He sat hidden 
behind branches and leaves, his presence unseen by the Uruk-Hai’s eyes, 
but Legolas’ gaze darted up the tree, revealing he knew Haldir’s 
whereabouts. /Melamin? Does this mean – Nay, that cannot be. No Elf 
would take a Uruk-Hai for a mate!/
 
“Haldir? They are nearing the talan. We should reveal ourselves,” said 
Orophin. His arrow was aimed at the Uruk-Hai’s heart and he merely 
waited for Haldir’s order to kill the foul creature.
 
“Put away your bow,” whispered Haldir. Seeing the disbelief in his 
brother’s eyes, he shrugged. “Celeborn told us there would be two 
messengers, Legolas and one other. It does not seem that Legolas is the 
Uruk-Hai’s prisoner, and he called him "melamin".”
 
Rumil shuddered. “I heard that as well, but I cannot believe that it is true!”
 
“We will find out,” said Haldir eventually. His brothers put away their 
bows as ordered, and Haldir soundlessly lowered himself onto the ground, 
following Legolas and the Uruk-Hai. Rumil and Orophin stayed at his 
side; their hands rested on daggers in case they needed to defend 
themselves against the Uruk-Hai. 
 
“Halt,” said Haldir firmly, stepping onto the path and thus revealing 
himself. His gaze shifted from Legolas to the Uruk-Hai and back again. 
Legolas looked as confident and calm as always, but the Uruk-Hai was 
definitely jumpy and ready to draw his sword. “Lord Celeborn told us to 
take you to his talan, but...” His voice trailed off, getting a good look at the 
Uruk-Hai. There was no war paint on his body and no armor either. The 
sight mystified him. 
 
Legolas glared at Lurtz, telling him with his eyes to remain quiet and to let 
him do the talking. “Haldir of ‘Lorien, may I present my mate to you? 
This is Lurtz.”
 
“Your mate?” Haldir, who prided himself on never showing his emotions 
openly, now stared at Legolas in shock. “Your mate?” He heard Rumil and 
Orophin whisper behind him and their tones mirrored his disbelief. 
 
“He saved my life several months ago,” explained Legolas, “and he has 
changed his ways.”
 
Haldir forced himself to act politely whilst he was trying to deal with this 
new information. “I will take you to the Lord and the Lady.” Did they 
know about Legolas’ new mate? Had Elrond told them? If not, they would 
be equally shocked!
 
“Then lead on,” said Legolas in a light tone. He saw the disbelief and 
loathing in the ‘Lorien Elves’ eyes, but it was something he had expected. 
When he had accepted Lurtz as his mate he had known that they would 
encounter a lot of prejudice and that they had to fight to get accepted every 
time they went somewhere new. Now he had to show Lurtz that he stood 
at his mate’s side and would not desert him. 
 
Haldir saw determination in Legolas’ eyes, and wondered about the 
Prince. “Dismount and leave your horses in my brother’s care. Orophin 
will look after them.”
 
Orophin cautiously moved closer and Lurtz noticed how the Elf’s hand 
rested on the hilt of his dagger. He decided against addressing it and 
dismounted. It was good to feel the earth beneath his feet once more. 
 
Legolas joined them and then turned to face Haldir. “Take us to the Lord 
and Lady of the Wood. We cannot waste any time.” He wondered how 
much Haldir knew about the plan to aid Rohan. Had Celeborn and 
Galadriel already confided in him?
 
“Follow me.” Haldir turned, but didn’t feel completely comfortable, 
knowing an Uruk was this close to him. A look at Rumil told him that his 
brother felt the same way. 
 
Rumil concluded the little procession, keeping a close eye on Lurtz.
 
They walked in silence, but Rumil noticed the silent looks Lurtz and 
Legolas exchanged. Walking behind them gave him a good chance to 
study the Uruk-Hai. To his amazement he found that the long, dark manes 
had been braided the way the Elves in Imladris wore their hair and the 
clothes Lurtz was wearing were definitely made by Elves as well. Puzzled, 
he wondered what had made Elrond accept one of Saruman’s creatures in 
his home. 
 
After long moments of heavy silence they began to climb the talan. 
Legolas felt eyes upon them and locked gazes with his mate. Lurtz was 
doing his best to act unaffected, but the stares were getting to him. Acting 
on instinct, Legolas grabbed Lurtz’ hand and held onto it. 
 
A murmur swept through the spectators at seeing the gesture. Some 
frowned in disapproval, others whispered softly that it was a disgrace for 
an Elf to act like that, and even smaller group stayed silent, watching and 
keeping back their judgment. 
 
After reaching their destination, Haldir stepped aside. “The Lord and Lady 
of the Golden Wood,” he announced as a blinding light descended the 
stairs. 
 
Lurtz’s eyes narrowed, but he stared at the light, never flinching away. 
The light was bright, but still pleasing to his eyes. Suddenly the light 
faded, revealing two forms. The Lady’s gaze was directed at him and he 
cocked his head, returning the look. She was beautiful, but her radiance 
also chilled his soul. It almost felt like there was too much power bundled 
in this fragile form. 
 
“Welcome to Lothlorien,” said Celeborn, watching his guests curiously. 
 
“We bring greetings and news from Elrond of Rivendell,” said Legolas, 
bowing slightly. 
 
“We know why you are here,” said Galadriel. Her gaze still rested on 
Lurtz. When she had first seen him in her mirror she had feared he would 
end Legolas’ life, but the Uruk-Hai had nursed Legolas back to health 
instead. She had watched them during these last few weeks; her mirror 
giving her an insight into their love. 
 
Celeborn however, didn’t possess his wife’s knowledge, and was at a loss 
for what to say. When his sentries had told him that an Uruk-Hai was in 
Legolas’ company he had almost given the command to have the foul 
creature killed, but Galadriel had stopped him. Now he was slowly 
beginning to understand why. The way Lurtz looked at Legolas told him 
there was much love there. 
 
“Elrond and I agree that old allegiances should be honored, and we will 
fight alongside Men one more time,” said Galadriel, hearing Haldir’s 
sharp intake of breath. Turning toward him, she added, “Ask for 
volunteers, Haldir. Our army will leave in the morning. The people of 
Rohan are fighting an overwhelming force and many of them will die. 
When you ask for volunteers let them know that many of them will die as 
well. Do not accept any fathers; let them stay with their children instead. 
This army will march toward its doom. Let them know the truth.”
 
Haldir nodded, saddened. “I will tell them.” Raising his eyes, they 
fastened on Galadriel. “Who will lead this army?”
 
Galadriel’s eyes were soft and warm, hearing that question. “Who would 
you chose to lead them?” She already knew the answer. 
 
“I will.” Haldir felt Rumil’s hand settle on his shoulder, and he sensed his 
brother’s shock. “I will lead them. If my men must face death, so will I.”
 
Galadriel’s eyes swam with unshed tears. She had known he would 
volunteer, but a part of her had hoped he wouldn’t, for she had seen his 
death at Helm’s Deep in her mirror. “Lead them well, Haldir.”
 
“Brother, I will come with you,” said Rumil firmly. 
 
Haldir shook his head and locked eyes with his brother. “I ask you not to. I 
do not want to see you among the dead.”
 
“You cannot stop me. I volunteer.” Rumil gritted his teeth. “Orophin 
cannot come; he has a wife and child to care for. Let me come instead.”
 
“Rumil...” Haldir wished he could stop his brother from volunteering, but 
his hands were tied.
 
Legolas cleared his throat, discretely trying to draw Galadriel’s attention. 
“Lurtz and I will join the army as well.” 
 
Galadriel nodded. “Your presence is needed at Helm’s Deep,” she said 
thoughtfully. “What remains of the Fellowship needs your eyes and ears, 
and your mate’s power will greatly aid the people of Rohan.” 
 
Legolas and Lurtz nodded. “Thank you, my Lady,” said Legolas softly. 
 
“You should rest now,” added Celeborn, “Rumil, take them to the guest 
rooms.” 
 
“Please follow me,” said Rumil, who still kept a close eye on Lurtz. In 
spite of what he had heard he still didn’t trust the Uruk-Hai. He led them 
to their guest quarters and asked a maiden to bring food and tea. “We will 
march at sunrise.”
 
“We will be ready.” Legolas nodded once and watched Rumil leave. 
Turning to face Lurtz, he saw the dark expression in his mate’s eyes. “You 
cannot expect them to welcome you with open arms. Remember what I 
told you? You will have to prove yourself over and over again, but I will 
never leave your side. You always have me.”
 
Lurtz cupped Legolas’ chin in the palm of his hand. “Will you make love 
with me tonight?” He needed his lover’s touch. 
 
Legolas smiled warmly. “Aye, we will make love tonight and fight 
tomorrow.” Leaning in closer, he claimed Lurtz’s lips and was delighted 
when those lips parted. He knew the healers had finished smoothing 
Lurtz’s teeth and although they were still sharp, it now enabled Lurtz to 
kiss him without the fear of hurting him. Lurtz answered the kiss with a 
raw hunger which made Legolas take his mate’s hand, leading him to their 
bed. Tonight they would make love.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Haldir raised his gaze and met Galadriel’s. “This is a suicide mission. 
How many of our kin will die? I dare not ask for volunteers.”
 
Galadriel inclined her head. “I agree with you, Haldir, but how many more 
people of Rohan will die without our support? Elrond is right; we have let 
Men fight too many of our battles.”
 
Celeborn let go of her hand and walked over to Haldir, placing a hand on 
the Guardian’s shoulder. “I remember a time when Elves died in battle 
alongside Men. For too long we remained safe at Men’s expense. That 
must change. If I could I would lead this army, but Galadriel will sail for 
Valinor shortly and someone has to look after ‘Lorien.”
 
Haldir’s eyes widened. “You are sailing for Valinor?” Within seconds his 
world had been upended. 
 
Galadriel nodded. “The time of the Elves is coming to an end and I will 
join Elrond when he sails for Valinor. Many of our people will follow. My 
husband has decided to stay here, and I already mourn losing him. Your 
destiny lies in Edoras, Haldir.” An immensely sad tone slipped into her 
voice, recalling seeing his death. “I always loved you like you were my 
own flesh and blood, Haldir, but you cannot change your destiny and 
neither can I.”
 
“I will do as you command, my Lady,” said Haldir softly. “But my heart is 
slowly dying at hearing that you will leave our beloved land.”
 
Galadriel was losing the fight to keep back her tears and slowly turned 
away from them. “Fight bravely, Haldir and take good care of the lives 
entrusted to you. One last word, my son; you can trust the Uruk-Hai. I saw 
his heart in my mirror and it is true.”
 
Haldir watched her climb the stairs, and for the first time in his life she 
seemed old. Her movements were slow and a great sadness emanated from 
her being. How heavy this decision must weigh on her, sending her people 
into certain death. 
 
Celeborn’s hand still rested on his shoulder and he sought out his Lord’s 
eyes. The blue in them seemed clouded by sadness. “Can’t we stop this 
madness?”
 
Celeborn shook his head. “I do not want them to die either, but I agree 
with Elrond and Galadriel. It is time we accept our responsibility and 
joined in the fighting.”
 
Haldir looked at Celeborn; in his heart he agreed. “But the price will be 
high.”
 
“It is already high, but so far we have been spared, Haldir.” Celeborn drew 
in a deep breath and pulled Haldir close, bestowing one last embrace on 
his lover. “You must be strong now, meleth-nîn. We will be separated and 
I do not know if we will ever meet again in this lifetime.” 
 
Haldir rested his head on the elder Elf’s shoulder. “Our time together was 
too short. If I fall in battle I hope the Valar will allow me to be reborn, and 
I pray I will find you again.” 
 
Galadriel’s eyes finally released their tears, hearing the dedication in their 
voices. She stood watching them from atop the stairs, hating the fact that 
this war would separate them. Her heart went out to them, knowing the 
pain they were in. 
 
She had married Celeborn out of love, and her love had been returned. 
Celebrian was born and their love had deepened, but the physical 
attraction had been lost some time during the millennia they had shared 
together. When Celeborn had first shown an interest in Haldir, she had 
encouraged it, much to his stunned surprise. She had made sure the two 
Elves met, talked and revealed their attraction. She had never feared losing 
her husband’s love, knowing they were tightly tied together emotionally, 
but she had felt saddened, knowing he still craved the physical side of 
their love when she could no longer give that to him. 
 
Haldir had always been one of her favorites and she found that watching 
them together made her happy as well. There was much love in their eyes 
and gestures when they held each other. 
 
Now she waited patiently for Celeborn to join her. They had much to 
discuss. Later that night Celeborn would return to his own private rooms; 
they’d had separate bedrooms for centuries now and she liked having her 
privacy restored. Although she loved Celeborn deeply, she was turning 
more solitary with the passing of years. 
 
Celeborn held Haldir close a little longer and then broke the embrace. 
“Always remember I love you, Haldir. And I pray you will return to me 
after the war.”
 
“I will stay alive for you,” vowed Haldir passionately. His eyes briefly left 
Celeborn and locked with Galadriel’s. Seeing the pain in them, he released 
Celeborn. “You should comfort her; she does not deserve to feel like this.”
 
“You are strong, Haldir,” said Celeborn, regretting having to let go of his 
lover. “But you are entitled to comfort as well. Do you want me to seek 
you out tonight?”
 
But Haldir shook his head. “Being together one last time would only add 
to our pain and I will be busy gathering the volunteers. Stay with her 
tonight. I will find comfort with my brothers.” He longed to be with 
Celeborn, but knew tonight was not theirs. “We will say our goodbyes in 
the morning.”
 
Celeborn sighed, distressed. “I do not want to lose you. Please take good 
care of yourself. You are very precious to me.”
 
Haldir raised his hand and caressed his lover’s face. “We will meet again,” 
he vowed, but somehow the words felt wrong. Was he destined to die at 
Helm’s Deep? His heart cried out at the injustice and an ominous feeling 
washed over him. Would he ever feel his lover’s touch again? 
 
Celeborn slowly climbed to stairs to join his wife, but his heart stayed with 
Haldir, hoping his love would return to him.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
 
Haldir’s gaze was infinitely sad when he looked at the nearly two hundred 
sentries that had stepped forward when he had called for volunteers. He 
had made sure they knew there was little chance they would return to 
‘Lorien, but still they volunteered. “Say your goodbyes to your loved ones 
and join me at dawn.” 
 
The volunteers left to join their family and lovers for one last time, and 
Haldir bowed his head in defeat. 
 
Orophin moved closer toward him and wrapped his arms around Haldir’s 
shoulders. “Brother, they made their decision knowing what lies ahead of 
him. Do not feel guilty for leading them to Helm’s Deep.”
 
Haldir turned in the embrace and locked eyes with Orophin. “At least you 
are spared.” 
 
“If I could I would join you, but Rumil will accompany you. You must 
look out for our brother.” 
 
Haldir nodded. “Where is he?”
 
“He went to gather his things. We will spend the night at your quarters, 
brother. I do not think you should be alone tonight.”
 
“How very right you are...” whispered Haldir in a choked tone. “I will lead 
my men into death and –“
 
Orophin stopped him and hugged him close. “Come with me.” Orophin 
led his brother to his rooms where Rumil was already awaiting their 
arrival. “We should sleep tonight.”
 
Haldir allowed himself to be guided to the bed where the three of them lay 
down, holding each other close. Soothed by his brothers’ presence Haldir 
managed to drift off into a restless sleep. 
 
Rumil and Orophin’s stares met. Orophin lay behind Haldir, hugging his 
elder brother close and Rumil had settled in front of Haldir, stroking the 
silver hair. 
 
“Rumil, this weighs heavily on him.” 
 
Rumil nodded, but continued to stroke his brother’s hair. “I will be his 
shadow.”
 
“Many of us will die and I am afraid Haldir will be one of them. I cannot 
explain this feeling.”
 
“I feel it as well,” agreed Rumil. “I will see to his safety.”
 
Orophin still felt worried, but also realized the situation was out of his 
control. He had to believe Rumil and Haldir would keep each other safe.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Imladris
 
Elrohir rocked Erestor slowly, while whispering softly to him. “You kept 
this inside for so long, Arato-nîn, let it go now. I do not think less of you 
because of these scars. You will always be my champion. Do not feel 
ashamed.” 
 
Looking Elrohir in the eyes, Erestor slowly dropped the blanket, revealing 
more bite marks that had left him scarred for life. “Are you sure you still 
want me? You should know what you are getting yourself into.” 
 
Elrohir swallowed hard and stopped Erestor from dropping the blanket 
even farther. The elder Elf’s hands shook; Erestor wasn’t ready yet to take 
this step. Pulling the blanket back into place, he pulled the other close. 
“Your body has healed and although it carries scars I will not love you less 
because of them. They are a part of you, and I want all of you.” 
 
Erestor hesitantly met the half-Elf’s gaze. “How can you be so sure?”
 
Elrohir smiled. “Because you have a wonderful spirit, Arato-nîn. Being 
with you is a precious gift.”
 
“Even when I break down in tears constantly?”
 
“That will pass, Erestor. You will grow stronger and more confident, and 
the past will lose its hold on you. Give it time.” 
 
Erestor nodded slowly. “I never thought this would ever happen. I had 
dreams in which you spoke those words, but to actually hear them, I –” 
Speechless, he cuddled up to Elrohir, who slowly lowered them onto the 
bed. He expected himself to panic, but he felt safe and treasured, as 
Elrohir stroked his back.  “I dreamt of it during lonely nights, but to 
actually feel you this close and to know that you will stay... I cannot 
believe it yet.”
 
“I understand, Arato-nîn.” Seeing water drip from Erestor’s hair, he 
pressed a chaste kiss on the other’s brow. “Stay here whilst I fetch a towel 
and comb to attend to your hair.”
 
Erestor nodded once, and regretted that Elrohir was leaving the bed, but a 
moment later the half-Elf returned and nudged him to sit upright. He 
allowed Elrohir to towel dry his hair, and sighed blissfully when gentle 
fingers began to untangle the long locks. The comb slid easily through the 
dark strands and Elrohir braided them skillfully. Recalling that the half-Elf 
had mentioned walking the gardens earlier, he looked over his shoulder, 
meeting sparkling brown eyes. “We can go for that walk if you still want 
to.”
 
Elrohir smiled enthusiastically. “I would love to.” Realizing that Erestor 
was still naked beneath the blanket, he left the bed and selected burgundy 
colored robes from Erestor’s wardrobe. 
 
Erestor shyly dropped the blanket and quickly slipped into the soft robes. 
He felt a little more confident now that had Elrohir had seen the scars and 
not left. After fastening the robes he rose from the bed, joining Elrohir and 
taking the half-Elf’s hand in his. “I will try to overcome my fears and 
doubts,” he promised softly. “But it will not be easy. I lived with them for 
so long that it is hard to fight them.”
 
“We will fight them together,” said Elrohir in a doting tone. “Let us now 
venture outside and enjoy the sun set, Arato-nîn.”
 
As they walked toward the gardens, Erestor tried to sort out his thoughts 
and feelings. Elrohir seemed determined to see him recover, and the 
younger half-Elf was giving him all the strength and courage he needed to 
face that horrid night. For Elrohir’s sake he had to try. 
 
“You are brooding,” whispered Elrohir as they stepped into the gardens. 
 
Erestor followed as Elrohir led him toward a bench, where they both sat 
down. His hands were cradled by the half-Elf and Erestor finally sought 
out puzzled brown eyes. “I was thinking back to that dreadful night.” 
 
“You can confide in me about that faithful night. I won’t shy back from it. 
Maybe talking about it will ease your burden.”
 
“You are right, I must face the past before I can look toward the future.” 
Erestor drew in a deep breath, hoping his strength would not desert him. 
“At first they beat me. They used their fists, sticks and their swords to beat 
me into submission. I remained defiant though, knowing it would enrage 
them further. Celebrian was at the back of the cave, and saw everything.”
 
Elrohir sucked in his breath. He couldn’t imagine how hard reliving that 
night was on Erestor. 
 
Erestor sighed, determined to see this through. His eyes remained locked 
with Elrohir’s and he drew strength from their connection. “When they 
turned their attention to her, I called them cowards. It infuriated them, and 
they concentrated on me instead, leaving her alone again. I had achieved 
my goal, but--” Erestor swallowed convulsively. “They stripped me, 
ripped the clothes from my back, and their sharp fingernails dipped 
beneath my skin. I thought beating me was the worst thing they could do, 
but I was so wrong...”
 
Elrohir sat silently, giving Erestor the time he needed to tell this horrid 
tale. He showed his support by gently rubbing the elder Elf’s knuckles. 
 
Erestor was no longer able to maintain eye contact and lowered his gaze. 
“They started to touch me. I managed to remain silent, knowing my 
defiance angered them; they wanted to hear me scream instead. I fought to 
maintain my silence, thus keeping them away from Celebrian.” Erestor 
shook violently, reliving those horrific moments. “I had never had a male 
lover and was completely unprepared for what was going to happen.”
 
Elrohir swallowed hard. Erestor’s fingers felt icy cold in his and he rubbed 
them, trying to warm them again. 
 
“It took five of them to make me scream. I was hurting badly at that point 
and bleeding.” Erestor’s voice deserted him momentarily and he forced his 
quickening breathing to slow down again. “They forced themselves on me 
until I fainted. Then Celebrian’s screams for help made me regain 
consciousness, and I yelled at those cowardly dogs to leave her alone, 
knowing only too well how they would punish me. But Celebrian was safe 
once more.”
 
Elrohir’s mouth had gone dry, hearing Erestor’s pain-filled tone. “You 
kept Nana safe, but you paid a terrible price.”
 
“Thankfully Glorfindel arrived, and whilst Elladan and you were busy 
seeing to your mother, he wrapped me up in his cloak. I was close to dying 
when he found me.”
 
Elrohir frowned. “I was always told that Elves who were violated died-- 
but you did not, and I thank Elbereth for that, but I wonder what kept you 
alive.”
 
A faint blush appeared on Erestor’s pale face. “You did.”
 
“I did?” 
 
Erestor stared into the distance, avoiding meeting Elrohir’s eyes. “I have 
loved you for many years, pen-neth, but you were so young. I could not 
reveal my feelings to you, and even now you seem too young to be tangled 
in this web of emotions.”
 
Elrohir placed two fingers under Erestor’s chin and lifted the elder’s face 
gently so their gazes could meet. “Seeing me tend to my mother and 
completely forgetting about you must have hurt.”
 
“It did, but I understood that your first concern was for her. She is your 
mother.” Erestor briefly closed his eyes now that he could not look away. 
“I clung to my love for you when Glorfindel placed me on Asfaloth’s back 
and took me back to Imladris. Whilst Elrond tended to my injuries, it was 
your face I saw, not his. I did not know I was hallucinating and close the 
Halls of Mandos, but once I was recovering I understood my mind had 
deceived me, making me think it was you who was looking after me.”
 
“I am so sorry,” whispered Elrohir, feeling miserable.
 
“Once I began to recover I longed for your presence, but I also understood 
that I had to distance myself from you and the others, for I did not want 
you to know what had happened to me. Keeping my distance was the 
hardest thing I ever did. There were so many times when I craved a touch 
or a word from your lips, but I could not have it.” Erestor sighed tiredly. “I 
never wanted you to find out.”
 
“I never thought I would say it, but I am glad Ada told me about that 
night.” Elrohir moistened his lips. “It made me seek you out. If he had not 
told me, I would not have found out that you loved me.”
 
Erestor finally met the half-Elf’s gaze, which was filled with affection and 
compassion. “And now we are sitting here, holding hands.”
 
Elrohir reacted at once and brought one of Erestor’s hands to his lips, and 
pressed a kiss on the palm. “I feel honored that you confided in me, Arato-
nîn.”
 
“You deserve to know what they did to me.” Erestor felt oddly nervous 
when Elrohir leaned in closer to plant a butterfly kiss on his lips. His skin 
began to tingle with warmth, and it coursed through him, driving away the 
perpetual cold that had taken up residence inside his soul since that 
dreadful night. “What are you doing?” he whispered against Elrohir’s lips. 
 
“I am kissing you,” said Elrohir in a gentle tone, realizing how lost Erestor 
felt. “You never expected me to return your feelings and now that you 
have me, you do not know what to do.” 
 
It was true. Erestor briefly closed his eyes and nodded once. “I do not 
know how much I can give you, pen-neth. I feel maimed for life.”
 
“It does not have to be that way,” whispered Elrohir, resting his hand at 
the back of Erestor’s neck, gently pulling the elder Elf closer. “Let go of 
your fears and enjoy the kiss and my closeness.”
 
Erestor opened his eyes, needing to make visual contact with the younger 
half-Elf. “I want to let go of my fears, but I am not sure I can.”
 
Elrohir gently claimed Erestor’s lips, keeping the embrace and kiss light. 
The dark haired beauty moaned softly, melting against him and a smile 
stole onto Elrohir’s face. /He trusts me and wants me. In the end, he will 
overcome his fears. Our love will prevail./
 
TBC
 
Beta read by Ilye, thanks!
 

Part 15
Helm’s Deep.
 
 
 
/Lurtz, join me. I require your help./
 
Galadriel’s soft voice immediately pulled Lurtz from his dreams. Careful 
not to wake his sleeping mate, he eased Legolas onto his side. Lurtz rose 
from the bed and looked about, expecting to see Galadriel close, but she 
was nowhere in sight. 
 
/Down here, Lurtz./ 
 
Hearing her voice in his head was a strange sensation, but he complied 
anyway. After putting on his clothes, he descended the talan and ignored 
the curious looks he was getting. At the foot of the tree, Galadriel stood 
waiting for him. The white apparition signaled for him to follow, and he 
cautiously walked toward her. 
 
Galadriel stopped and reached for the carafe filled with water, which she 
poured into the bowl that would show her the future. “Look into my 
mirror, Lurtz, and tell me what you see.”
 
Remaining alert, Lurtz looked into the water. Instantly waves appeared, 
and images formed in the water. Thousands of Uruk-Hai, Orcs and 
Easterlings attacked, slaughtering young boys, old men and experienced 
soldiers. Legolas appeared as well, holding his own and counting how 
many enemies he had taken out, shouting the number to a Dwarf. Rumil 
was there as well, fighting bravely. Lurtz briefly looked at Galadriel, 
wondering why she had asked him to look at the future.
 
“A –possible- future,” said Galadriel softly. “Look again.”
 
Lurtz looked into the water once more and this time he saw Haldir, 
fighting alongside his archers. They were fighting a losing battle, but still 
Haldir refused to admit defeat. “They are greatly outnumbered.”
 
“Watch,” said Galadriel, but this time her voice trembled, already 
knowing what would happen next. 
 
Lurtz growled when a sword slid through Haldir’s arm, distracting the Elf. 
Another Uruk-Hai came up from behind the ‘Lorien Elf, raised his sword 
and cleaved Haldir’s back in two. Lurtz sucked in his breath, seeing the 
agony in Haldir’s eyes. “He will die?” 
 
Galadriel held Lurtz’s inquisitive stare. “You have the power to keep him 
alive; to change his destiny.” 
 
“I should have known,” sighed Lurtz. “Why am I always the one to save 
these Elves?”
 
“’Tis your strength,” explained Galadriel. “You saved Legolas and later 
you cared for Glorfindel. Why not save one more Elf?”
 
Lurtz’s eyes narrowed in surprise. “You watched me?” 
 
“My mirror shows me many things,” said Galadriel evasively. “I know 
that your love for Legolas is true and that you care for our kind. I would 
ask of you to keep one more Elf safe, for Haldir is very precious to me.”
 
Lurtz considered the request. “My first concern is for Legolas.”
 
“Look at the water,” said Galadriel, working her magic once more. 
 
Lurtz stared and more images appeared. This time cheers filled the sky as 
the last members of Saruman’s army were chased back to Isengard. 
 
“You will win this battle and Legolas will remain unharmed. He has 
honed his skills for millennia and knows how to keep himself safe. You do 
not have to worry about him in the upcoming fight.”
 
Lurtz smiled, seeing Legolas embrace him now that the victory was theirs. 
Relieved that his mate would come to no harm, Lurtz continued to watch 
as the vision changed, showing him Haldir’s corpse.
 
Galadriel took a step closer to him and inclined her head. “You are an 
unknown power in this eternal fight between good and evil. You hold 
Haldir’s fate in your hands. Will you keep him safe for me?”
 
Lurtz’s gaze shifted back to the water, which still showed him Haldir’s 
dead body. “I will do the best I can.”
 
Galadriel sighed relieved. “That is all I can ask for. Thank you, Lurtz.” 
She turned to leave, but then looked over her shoulder to meet his eyes 
one last time. “Many millennia ago, Elves were taken prisoner by the dark 
forces and changed into Orcs; and later into Uruk-Hai. I always wondered 
if some good survived the darkness and it seems it did. Your heart has 
been touched by love and you took the chance Legolas offered you. The 
two of you will be happy and live a long and fulfilled life.”
 
“Thank you, my Lady,” said Lurtz, feeling puzzled at hearing her words. 
 
“You will always be welcome here.” Galadriel moved toward the talan, 
leaving Lurtz to ponder everything that he had just learned. She could only 
hope that Lurtz would remember to watch Haldir’s back when that 
horrible moment would arrive.
 
Lurtz returned to their guest rooms, finding Legolas awake. Large, azure 
eyes met his and he sat down on the edge of the bed, enjoying the feel of 
Legolas’ arms folding themselves around him. 
 
“Where did you go? I was about to search for you when you returned.” 
Legolas felt worried.
 
“Galadriel wanted to talk to me. She made me look into her mirror.”
 
Legolas held his breath. “What did you see?” It was considered a rare 
privilege to be awarded a look at Galadriel’s mirror.
 
“You will survive the upcoming battle,” started Lurtz, leaning back into 
his mate’s body, “but Haldir won’t. She asked me to keep him safe and to 
make sure he survives.”
 
“Haldir will die? Aiya, if you can prevent it, please do.” Legolas’ heart 
twisted in anguish at the fought of losing Haldir. “He is a skilled warrior, 
renowned for his knowledge of wood lore and loved by many. If you can 
save his life, you should.”
 
“I promised to do the best I can,” said Lurtz, worried. “It would be easier 
if she stopped Haldir from leaving; then he would not face any danger at 
all.”
 
“It is not that easy. Haldir is ‘Lorien’s Guardian. It is his task to lead his 
men into battle.” Legolas rested his head on his mate’s shoulder. “Haldir 
would never agree to stay behind.”
 
“Then we do not have a choice,” said Lurtz, thoughtfully. “We must watch 
his back and keep him safe.”
 
Legolas pressed a kiss on his mate’s cheek, watching the dark eyes burn 
with passion. They had made love only hours ago, but it seemed like Lurtz 
wanted more. “Come here, nîn bellas, and make love to me again. The sun 
will rise shortly and these are our last private moments.”
 
Lurtz growled approvingly and claimed his lover’s lips. He would never 
tire of making love to his beautiful mate.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Haldir woke when Rumil struggled to sit upright. “Is it time?” he said in 
an emotionless tone. He would only be able to go through with this if he 
kept his emotions tightly controlled. 
 
“Arien is rising, brother, and aye, it is time to get ready.” Rumil watched 
Orophin wake as well and smiled, saddened, at his brother. “It is time to 
say goodbye.”
 
Orophin’s eyes widened, fully realizing for the very first time that he 
could lose his brothers at Helm’s Deep. “Rumil, Haldir, I –” Searching for 
the right words, he grew silent when they didn’t come to him. 
 
Haldir extended his hand and pulled Orophin to his feet. He enfolded his 
brothers in a hug and tried to bury this moment in time, to lock it away in 
his mind so he could take it out and relive it when he needed it most. 
“Orophin, our hearts will always be with you. Do not despair about us yet. 
There is a small chance that we will survive.”
 
“But my heart feels heavy with foreboding,” said Orophin as he fought his 
tears.
 
Haldir placed a brotherly kiss on top of Orophin’s head and then released 
them. “Rumil, get dressed and then join me. We will march within the 
hour.”
 
Rumil grabbed Orophin around the waist and hugged his brother tight, 
knowing very well this might be the last time he could hold him. “Do not 
lose faith, brother.”
 
Orophin allowed Rumil to pull away and wiped at his tears, feeling 
embarrassed at crying when his brothers needed his support. His heart 
bled, seeing Rumil and Haldir change their clothes and he helped drape 
Haldir’s cloak over his brother’s shoulders after adorning the armor. 
 
Rumil, wearing a blue cloak over his armor, joined his brothers. “The 
moment is finally upon us. Orophin, brother, do not lose heart and believe 
we will return.”
 
Orophin grabbed Rumil’s forearms and held him in place. “Return to 
‘Lorien. Please do not leave me behind.” Turning toward Haldir, Orophin 
drew in a deep breath. “I cannot lose you. Keep each other safe.”
 
Haldir nodded once. “I will watch over Rumil.” Realizing that postponing 
their departure would only add to their pain, he rested a hand on Rumil’s 
shoulder and steered his brother toward the corridor. He heard Orophin 
follow, but didn’t turn around.
 
Stepping outside, he looked at the gathering of archers, ready to leave 
‘Lorien to travel to Edoras where they would meet their fate. His heart 
twisted in his chest, seeing Celeborn and Galadriel approach. Both looked 
saddened and troubled, and he wished he could fold his arms around his 
lover and hold Celeborn close one more time. It was true; their time 
together had been too short. 
 
Staying true to his role, he bowed slightly and locked eyes with Galadriel. 
“We are ready to leave, my Lady.” Stealing a look at Celeborn, he saw an 
unreadable expression in his Lord’s eyes. His attention was drawn away 
from Celeborn when Legolas and Lurtz appeared. Galadriel had assured 
him that the Uruk-Hai could be trusted, but in his heart he wasn’t 
convinced yet. 
 
Haldir managed to hide his own raging feelings when Celeborn rested a 
hand on his shoulders. Their eyes met and spoke of things which had to 
remain unsaid between them. He was ‘Lorien’s Guardian, and Celeborn 
the Lord of the Wood. Galadriel would always stand between them. In 
public they could never show their true feelings. 
 
“Haldir,” started Celeborn, “it will take you two days to reach Edoras. 
You must leave now, for they are running out of time. Fight bravely and 
keep as many of our kin as possible alive. I trust you to lead them well.” 
But his eyes spoke differently. /Haldir, carry my love with you, and I pray 
it will sustain you in your darkest hour. Please return to me unharmed./
 
Haldir inclined his head. “Their lives are safe with me. We will fight well 
and make you proud.” His eyes met Celeborn’s, hoping his love 
understood. /I will always love you, Celeborn, but my heart is heavy for I 
fear I will not return to you. I wish we could share one last kiss./ But 
kissing his lover in front of his archers was impossible. Haldir straightened 
his shoulders, nodded respectfully while keeping Celeborn’s gaze and then 
signaled Rumil to follow him to the head of the army. At his signal, the 
archers marched forward, following their leader.
 
Galadriel placed her hand on Celeborn’s and cradled his fingers in hers. 
“Darkness has come over your mind, my husband.”
 
“I fear losing him.” Celeborn sighed, distressed, knowing he could not 
keep this from his wife any longer. “When Lurtz looked into your mirror I 
saw Haldir’s death as well.” 
 
Galadriel’s eyes filled with compassion. “Then you also know that Lurtz 
and Legolas will do their best to keep Haldir safe. You must have faith, 
my husband.”
 
Celeborn nodded, and his shoulders slumped forward in defeat. “My heart 
is leaving me and I do not know how to deal with the loss.”
 
“Let me comfort you,” offered Galadriel. “We will sit and talk, and I will 
look into my mirror on the morning of the third day, after the battle at 
Helm’s Deep has been fought.”
 
“And you will tell me if he survived or not?” Celeborn’s eyes filled with 
hope.
 
“I will tell you, meleth-nîn. Now come with me and we will talk about 
Haldir and Rumil. Maybe talking about them will ease our pain.” 
Galadriel gently squeezed his hand and led him back to their rooms, 
hoping Haldir would return to ‘Lorien shortly.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Haldir’s heart was heavy with loss and regret, and when Rumil’s hand 
settled on his shoulder, he forced himself to leave his musings behind. 
What good was it to dwell on the past when the future held such pain and 
terror? He should face his fate and accept that they were going to die. 
 
Rumil sensed how hard this was on his brother. Haldir had never kept his 
love for Celeborn a secret to his brothers and Orophin and he had found 
out at an early stage. He had rejoiced for Haldir, having found true love, 
but now the separation hurt Haldir deeply. “He will wait for you to return 
to him. Hold onto your love for him.”
 
Haldir’s face seemed carved out of marble, bereft of any emotion, but 
when one looked closer, the eyes simmered with tears and regrets. He had 
to forget about Celeborn and the love he bore the Lord of the Wood. His 
men depended on him and he had to make sure the casualties were as few 
as possible. 
 
“Haldir, you can talk to me. I am your brother. I know your heart, your 
love and your doubts.”
 
Haldir looked about; making sure none of his men could hear him. 
“Rumil, I will need your support in the next few days. The fact that many 
of us will die weighs heavily on my mind.” He didn’t dare mention 
missing Celeborn’s love, for their relationship had to be kept a secret; 
none of his men could find out. 
 
“I will be at your side,” vowed Rumil passionately. “I will be there when 
you need me.”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Legolas stayed close to Lurtz, aware of the curious and sometimes hostile 
looks his mate was getting. It would take the ‘Lorien Elves some time to 
get used to Lurtz’s presence, and he wasn’t sure they would ever trust him. 
Two days wasn’t nearly enough for Lurtz to prove himself to the 
Galadhrim.
 
“They don’t trust me,” said Lurtz softly. “I cannot blame them for being 
alert, but I do hope they won’t attack me in the back during the battle.” 
 
Legolas blinked once. “Not on purpose, but –” Legolas paused briefly. “In 
the heat of battle they might mistake you for one of the attacking Uruk-
Hai.  Maybe we should stay close to each other.”
 
Lurtz nodded once. “And the two of us should stay close to Haldir. He 
doesn’t trust me either and I wonder if he will even let me get close to 
him.” But he had promised Galadriel to keep Haldir safe. “We know what 
will happen during the battle…” mused Lurtz. “Legolas, keep an eye on 
Haldir as well in case I fail.”
 
“I will watch him closely.” Legolas exchanged a look filled with longing 
and affection with Lurtz. “It will be a massacre.”
 
“They will be slaughtered. Ten thousand against a handful of archers and 
inexperienced soldiers. Will our presence make a difference?”
 
”We must believe that,” said Legolas thoughtfully. “You told me that you 
saw victory in Galadriel’s mirror. Cling to that. Somehow we will survive 
and claim victory.”
 
Lurtz recalled the images in Galadriel’s mirror. “You are right. We will be 
victorious.” 
 
“And we must make sure Haldir stays alive,” said Legolas softly. “Much 
depends on you, Lurtz.”
 
“I will not fail him.”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Imladris
 
Erestor slowly entered Elrond’s study, surprised to find Elladan and 
Thranduil going through several papers. Elrohir had hinted that Elrond had 
asked Thranduil to perform his duties while recovering, but seeing the 
blond Elf-Lord seated behind the desk was a rare sight. Softly clearing his 
throat, he announced his presence. 
 
Elladan looked up first. “Erestor!” Seeing his former tutor, he got up from 
his seat in the windowsill and handed the dark haired Elf some documents. 
“We do not know what to do with these; maybe you do.” Suddenly, 
Elrohir’s words returned to him and he had to fight to keep the emotions 
from showing clearly on his face. Now that he knew the truth, Erestor’s 
expression looked haunted to him and the advisor’s hands trembled 
slightly as he accepted the papers. 
 
Elladan’s heart went out to the elder Elf, but he managed to hide his 
concern. Questions swirled in his mind and he wanted to ask Erestor how 
the elder Elf had coped after that fateful night, but his vocal chords refused 
to voice those questions. /I cannot ask him. Erestor does not even know 
that Elrohir told me! I must act normally./ 
 
Thranduil looked up from behind the desk and recognized the chief 
advisor. “Erestor, your help is most welcome.” Ruling Imladris differed 
greatly from ruling Mirkwood. 
 
Erestor inclined his head. “How can I help?” Elladan’s gaze met his and 
he flinched, seeing the expression in them; it mirrored Elrohir’s when the 
half-Elf worried about him. Did Elladan know as well? /Elrohir and 
Elladan are close, and they cannot keep secrets from each other. Of course 
Elladan knows./ That thought saddened him. For so many decades he had 
managed to keep this a secret, and now everyone seemed to know. Did 
Thranduil know as well?
 
Thranduil noticed the tension building between them, but couldn’t explain 
why the situation felt strained. “Could you look at those papers for me?”
 
Erestor stared at the papers in his hands, recognizing Elrond’s plans for 
adding trees and statues to the gardens. “I will take care of it. How else 
can I be of assistance?” He had come here, hoping to work quietly, but 
now Thranduil and Elladan’s presence made him uncomfortable. 
 
Thranduil was about to ask Erestor to look at other papers as well, when 
Elladan spoke first. 
 
“Nay, there is nothing that cannot wait until tomorrow,” said Elladan, 
concerned. “You look tired, Erestor. Maybe you should rest for a little 
while?”
 
“Maybe I will.” Erestor’s tone was suspicious, knowing almost certain that 
Elrohir had confided in his brother. He lowered his gaze, unable to meet 
Elladan’s gaze any longer. Why couldn’t this have stayed a secret? He felt 
so ashamed!
 
“Would you join us for dinner later? I know that you prefer to eat in your 
rooms, but now that Ada and Glorfindel are gone it will be lonely for all of 
us.” Elladan cringed privately at the way Erestor was avoiding his gaze. 
/Aiya, I showed too much; he knows I found out./ 
 
Erestor’s mouth became awfully dry. “I will try to join you for dinner, but 
I do not feel well.” Seeing Elladan’s alarmed look he realized he had said 
the wrong thing. 
 
“What ails you, Erestor? I may not have Ada’s gift of healing, but I do 
know which herbs he uses to cure certain ailments.” Elladan reached out 
instinctively, resting his hand on Erestor’s shoulder and noticed the 
tremors coursing through the elder Elf. He was tempted to pull back, but 
didn’t, needing the physical contact. He had never realized how close they 
had come to losing Erestor. /And until now I did not know how much I 
cared for him./ Erestor was a trusted friend, and he would not desert the 
elder Elf whilst he was struggling with his past. “You can tell me.”
 
Thranduil had placed the quill on the desk and watched Erestor closely. 
For the first time he noticed how pale and gaunt Erestor had become. “I 
might be able to help as well,” he offered. “Elrond is the true healer 
among us, but I too know a great deal of herb lore.”
 
Erestor suddenly felt cornered, and forced himself to hide behind the mask 
he usually wore. He couldn’t show them his distress or pain, and had to 
make up something that would satisfy their curiosity. “I have trouble 
sleeping,” he said eventually, opting for a half-truth, knowing very well 
that Thranduil was perfectly capable of detecting a lie. 
 
“I can remedy that,” said Thranduil. “I will prepare a sleeping potion for 
you. I will give it to you at dinner.”
 
Erestor sighed deeply. “Thank you, Thranduil.” He knew better than to 
dismiss the Elf-Lord’s offer. It was better to give in. 
 
“Now return to your rooms and rest. Elladan and I can manage,” said 
Thranduil firmly, dismissing the chief advisor. Now that he had studied 
Erestor extensively, he realized that the dark haired Elf hadn’t slept 
probably for nights. “Maybe you will sleep better during the day.”
 
Erestor nodded once, indicating he understood and moved toward the 
doorway. Would his misery ever end? He had made a fool out of himself 
in front of Elladan and Thranduil, and now he had been dismissed like a 
sickly child that refused to rest properly. 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Erestor headed for his rooms, but halted when he reached the doorway. He 
could hear Elrohir rummaging about, probably unpacking his belongings 
and putting them away in the closet. After drawing in a deep breath, he 
opened the door and stepped inside. 
 
He hadn’t thought it possible, but seeing Elrohir’s personal belongings sit 
on the table, cupboard and nightstand made him relax. It definitely looked 
like Elrohir planned to stay for a longer period of time. His cold, empty 
rooms now felt warm. 
 
Elrohir turned to face him and a content smile appeared on Erestor’s face. 
“Pen-neth, you warm my heart.” Acting instinctively he opened his arms 
and wrapped them around Elrohir when the half-Elf pressed his body 
against his. “Amin mela lle, pen-neth.”
 
Elrohir beamed at hearing Erestor’s admission, but, pulling back, he got a 
good look at the dark haired beauty, and he disliked seeing the dark circles 
under Erestor’s eyes. “Would you like to rest?”
 
Erestor moistened his lips, feeling oddly nervous. “I do not dare to sleep, 
pen-neth. The nightmares have been upon me for so long.”
 
“They seem to stay away when I am close,” observed Elrohir. “I would 
love to hold you in your sleep.”
 
Erestor hesitantly met Elrohir’s eyes. “I do not feel comfortable taking up 
this much of your time.”
 
“I would rather stay close to you. I would worry constantly, not knowing 
how you are doing.” Elrohir guided Erestor to the bed and they lay down 
facing each other. Wrapping an arm around Erestor’s waist, Elrohir 
adoringly gazed into the other’s black eyes. “You have no idea how good 
it feels to hold you in my arms. There are no words to describe the 
contentment running through my soul.”
 
Erestor still had trouble believing Elrohir enjoyed his company. /I need to 
stop crying and feeling sorry for myself. Eventually he will tire of this 
behavior -- and then I will be alone again.../ Erestor rested his head against 
Elrohir’s shoulder, relishing the other’s closeness. His eyes widened, 
feeling Elrohir press a kiss on to his dark hair. 
 
“Arato-nin, stop doubting yourself,” said Elrohir in a kind tone. “You are 
much stronger than you think. Please look at me.” 
 
Erestor gathered his courage and looked into Elrohir’s eyes, seeing only 
affection and concern in them. Luscious, red lips hovered close to his and 
a sudden urge overcame him; he wanted to possess those lips, to kiss them 
long and tenderly. 
 
Elrohir saw the hesitance in Erestor’s eyes and kept perfectly still, letting 
the elder Elf make the first move. He sighed blissfully when Erestor’s lips 
covered his in a sweet, undemanding kiss. The fact that Erestor had taken 
the initiative pleased him, and he deepened the kiss. 
 
Erestor gasped slightly at the sensation and stared into Elrohir’s eyes, 
noticing the dilated pupils. Did he really see passion and need in them, or 
was it, which was more likely, just his imagination? 
 
When Elrohir released his lips, Erestor could no longer keep quiet. “Pen-
neth, you can do so much better than me.”
 
“Nay,” said Elrohir, shaking his head. “You are the best.”
 
A lump formed in Erestor’s throat at hearing the sincerity in Elrohir’s 
voice. A wave of gratitude washed through him and he claimed Elrohir’s 
lips once more. Feeling the half-Elf’s tongue nudge against his teeth, he 
parted them, allowing Elrohir to explore his mouth. The entire time his 
eyes were locked with Elrohir’s; he feared the dark memories would 
return the moment he closed his eyes or averted them. 
 
Pulling back, Elrohir smiled smugly. From what Erestor had told him, he 
had gathered that the elder Elf feared intimacy, but Erestor’s reaction to 
his kisses encouraged him. Erestor loved and trusted him, and that love 
assured the elder Elf that he wouldn’t be hurt. “My kisses do not make you 
uncomfortable?” Elrohir fought to keep the knowing tone from his voice. 
 
Erestor shook his head. “Quite the contrary; I feel more than comfortable 
when you are close. I trust you, pen-neth. I know you could never hurt 
me.”
 
Elrohir smile brightened. “I am honored you trust me, Arato-nîn.” He 
raised a hand and caressed the other’s face. “When I look at you I see 
wisdom, love, pain and suffering. I want to ease your pain and end your 
suffering, Erestor. You say you trust me…” His voice trailed off as his 
hand tangled in the long, black hair. 
 
“Aye, I do,” whispered Erestor, entranced. Elrohir’s eyes seemed to pierce 
his very soul and the soothing caress to his hair worked miracles, allowing 
him to lower his guard and -really- allow Elrohir in. 
 
Elrohir saw the change in the dark eyes and smiled lazily. Touching his 
lips to Erestor’s, his tongue traced the inside of his lover’s lips and then 
dipped into the wet warmth, coaxing Erestor to join in the sensual duel. 
Soon their tongues were wrapped around each other, moving in a slow 
cadence. 
 
To his utter surprise, Erestor felt relaxed and he did not flinch when 
Elrohir’s fingertips touched his face in a gentle caress. The kiss took his 
breath away and he panted softly when Elrohir released his lips. “I never 
thought…”
 
“What?” Elrohir smiled pleased, having a fairly good idea of what was 
going on in Erestor’s mind. 
 
“I thought I would never again enjoy someone’s touch,” admitted Erestor 
shyly. “But I am not ready to…” His voice faded, hesitant to voice his 
doubts.
 
“I understand, Arato-nîn.” Kissing didn’t make Erestor feel threatened and 
the elder Elf was not yet ready to take the next step. Neither was he. 
Slowly, his feelings were starting to change, and newly found love was 
taking the place of concern and affection. For the first time, he whispered, 
“Amin mela lle, Arato-nîn.” The words and sentiment were true. “I am 
falling in love with you.” 
 
Erestor looked at Elrohir with tired eyes. /What is there to love, pen-neth? 
Why would you fall in love with me when I have so little left to give? 
Maybe it would have been better if we had stayed friends instead./ Doubt 
nagged at his mind, making him feel listless. “Pen-neth, I am not sure 
about this.”
 
“But I am,” said Elrohir firmly. “All we need is time. Give yourself the 
time to heal.” He refused to let Erestor run away from this. “I am not yet 
ready to take this any further either. We can take our time getting in touch 
with our feelings.”
 
Erestor hoped Elrohir wasn’t making a fatal mistake in wanting to pursue 
this. Elbereth knew he wanted this to work! Raising a hand, he caressed 
Elrohir’s face. “You are my salvation, pen-neth.”
 
Elrohir smiled brightly. “We have all the time we need, Erestor, and we 
will not rush this.” Pressing a kiss onto Erestor’s forehead, he held the 
elder Elf tight. A content feeling washed over him, telling him that 
eventually everything would work out between them. But they still had a 
long and hard road in front of them.
 
TBC
 


 

Part 16
Moving forward
 
 
 
 
Imladris 
 
Elrond had to admit that Glorfindel’s plan was working. The first day 
spent at the cottage had been pure bliss, and making love together had 
been a revelation. He didn’t dare admit it, for Glorfindel would only 
become cockier, but he loved it when the blond assumed control. 
 
“What are you thinking about?” Glorfindel sat behind his lover on the 
grass, parted his legs and pulled Elrond close to his chest, wrapping arms 
and legs around him. “You seem distant.” 
 
“My thoughts have not strayed far,” said Elrond reassuringly. “I was 
merely remembering making love, nîn ind.” 
 
Glorfindel smiled warmly. “You surprised me. I did not expect you to 
make a move this soon, as you are still healing.” His hands slipped 
beneath Elrond’s robes and gentle fingertips probed his lover’s ribcage, 
trying to determine if the broken ribs were healing. If their lovemaking 
had set back Elrond’s recovery he would never forgive himself. To his 
delight, he found the bones stronger, and he could barely locate the 
fractures. “It looks like the healing process has finally set in.”
 
Elrond rested the back of his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder and 
watched the sun set. Last, silver rays floated on top of the water of the 
Bruinen, and the image sent contentment through his soul. “You were so 
very right to take me here.”
 
Glorfindel’s smile remained. “You needed the rest.” He didn’t want to 
bring up the problems that had kept Elrond from healing at the Homely 
House. Tomorrow he expected a messenger, who would inform him of the 
latest developments. He didn’t worry much about Elladan and Thranduil, 
but he did feel concerned about Erestor. Would Elrohir be able to heal the 
Noldorin Elf’s pain? He hoped so.
 
Glorfindel sighed contently as Elrond began to sing softly. The magical 
tone to the half-Elf’s voice entranced him and he sheepishly smiled, 
realizing Elrond was singing about his love and dedication. When had his 
lover composed this song? “Amin mela lle,” he whispered into Elrond’s 
ear. 
 
Elrond smiled at hearing Glorfindel’s admission. The song ended and he 
cocked his head to look at his lover. “It is a pity it took us this long to 
admit our feelings.”
 
“We will not waste another moment,” vowed Glorfindel. It was growing 
dark, and the promised warmth and comfort of the cottage made him get to 
his feet, lifting Elrond in his arms. “Maybe you can try to walk in a few 
days’ time.” 
 
“I hope so.” He would feel more comfortable moving about on his own. 
Although he loved Glorfindel for being this dedicated and putting up with 
carrying him around, he much desired to walk again. 
 
Glorfindel carried Elrond into the cottage and lowered him onto the sofa 
closest to the fire, which he had built before seeking out his lover. “Are 
you tired? Would you prefer me to carry you to the bed instead?”
 
“I am perfectly comfortable here,” said Elrond thoughtfully. “I would love 
to sit with you and talk.”
 
Glorfindel nodded once and disappeared into the kitchen to prepare tea. 
He also added lembas, fruit and cheese to the tray, which he placed on 
Elrond’s lap, telling the half-Elf to start eating. “You have lost weight, 
which you can ill afford. You must regain it.” 
 
“I have skipped a few meals,” admitted Elrond. Several times he had 
fallen asleep when it was time dinnertime, and it had resulted in him 
losing even more weight. Selecting a piece of fruit, he nibbled on it. 
 
“What is on your mind?” Glorfindel sat down on the sofa, sipped his tea 
and smiled, pleased, when Elrond rested his head in his lap. His hand 
instantly went to caress the long, dark hair. 
 
“Elladan and Thranduil.”
 
“My instincts tell me they are doing fine,” said Glorfindel, treading 
carefully. 
 
“I have the feeling there is more to the matter than what they told us.”
 
Glorfindel cringed. “What are you not telling me?”
 
“Elladan mentioned a dream in which Thranduil and he made love. I did 
not want to say anything at the time, but I detected a passion mark on his 
throat.”
 
“You think it was not merely a dream?”
 
Elrond nodded thoughtfully, locking eyes with the blond. “I doubt a dream 
would upset Elladan like that.”
 
“But if they made love, they are –“
 
“Married.” Elrond sighed deeply. “Why could Elladan not fall in love with 
someone else?”
 
Glorfindel laughed softly. “Maybe the twins asked themselves the same 
thing when they found out about us. After all, I was their mentor and 
teacher for so long. They could have felt betrayed, but I thank Elbereth 
that they did not.”
 
“You are right,” said Elrond slowly. “I cannot blame my son for falling in 
love with someone I do not like.”
 
“But Thranduil has changed; I must say that to his defense.” Glorfindel’s 
thumb caressed Elrond’s forehead, trying to force the wrinkles to 
disappear. “I must admit I worry more about Erestor and Elrohir.”
 
Another sigh left Elrond’s lips. “Again, you are right.” Suddenly his eyes 
narrowed. “What was I thinking? Letting you take me here? They need me 
and –“
 
Glorfindel rested a finger against Elrond’s lips, silencing his lover. “I am 
confident they can manage without us. I know how much you love your 
sons, but the time has come to let them go.”
 
Elrond sighed distressed. “I cannot help but worry about them.”
 
“Maybe I can distract you?” Glorfindel seductively licked his lips and then 
bend down to plant a kiss on his lover’s lips. 
 
Elrond moaned blissfully when his lover’s tongue teased against his 
palate. Locking eyes with Glorfindel, the expression changed. 
 
“Do not worry,” said Glorfindel, “Although I would like to make love to 
you again, I will not, seeing exhaustion in your eyes. Maybe you will feel 
stronger tomorrow. This eve we will talk, sing and enjoy each other’s 
company.”
 
Words eluded Elrond and he hoped that the kiss he gave Glorfindel 
conveyed his feelings. 
 
Glorfindel nodded once, fully understanding the expression in his lover’s 
eyes. 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Thranduil watched as the young half-Elf tossed a grape into the air, 
catching it when his tongue wrapped itself around it and devouring the 
piece of fruit. His groin stirred, but he ignored it for now, wanting to 
address a serious matter. “Elladan?”
 
Elladan had just thrown another grape into the air, but his lover’s voice 
distracted him and the small fruit hit his forehead. “What is it?”
 
“Do you not think Elrond should know we are mated now?” He had 
debated this privately, and although he disliked facing Elrond and telling 
him, he knew it had to be done. 
 
Elladan’s expression darkened. “I think he already knows.” 
 
Thranduil raised an eyebrow. “Explain yourself.”
 
“When I woke in the woods that morning I was terribly confused and told 
Ada about this so-called dream.” 
 
Thranduil’s fingernails dug into the wooden armrest. “You did?”
 
Elladan nodded once. “I already felt suspicious; the dream had been too 
real to be a fantasy and I told him so. Ada still encouraged me to seek you 
and confront you. He gave me his blessing.”
 
Thranduil drew in a deep breath. “Why would he do that?” Elrond and he 
had never been friends. “I would expect him to become mad with me.”
 
Elladan shrugged and pushed himself up onto all fours, slowly crawling 
toward Thranduil. “Ada changed after realizing Glorfindel loved him. I 
think he wanted me to have that as well.” He had reached Thranduil by 
now and crawled onto his lover’s lap, straddling the blond’s hips. “I 
usually get what I want and my mind was set on you. I would have 
pursued you, even against Ada’s will.”
 
Thranduil found himself with a lap full of half-Elf, who was trying to kiss 
him. Thranduil placed his hands on either side of Elladan’s head and kept 
his young lover in place. Elladan was trying to seduce him; the half-Elf 
had probably grown tired of their topic and was now trying to interest him 
in another round of lovemaking. “Elladan, not now. I want to talk to you.”
 
Elladan pouted momentarily at being denied, but then settled down, no 
longer trying to kiss the blond. “You want to talk to Ada and tell him what 
happened? And you want to do it now?” Thranduil was an open book to 
him.
 
“I will not feel comfortable until I do. I feel like I am going behind his 
back. Elrond deserves to know I claimed you.”
 
Elladan sighed, giving in. “We can visit them now if that is what you 
want, or--” He wriggled on Thranduil’s lap, his arousal pressing against 
his lover’s hip. “Or we can make love again.”
 
Thranduil laughed warmly. At times he forgot how young Elladan was and 
with youth came stamina and lust. “Later tonight, Lirimaer.”
 
Elladan decided to be good and not tempt Thranduil any farther. “Then let 
us get this over with. We will talk to Ada and when we get back I want 
you to make love to me.”
 
Thranduil’s hands now tangled in Elladan’s long locks. /You will wear me 
down, Lirimaer. I hope I can keep up with you!/
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Glorfindel looked up from caressing Elrond’s hair, hearing horses 
approach the cottage. Elrond had dozed off an hour ago, and he had 
enjoyed simply watching his lover and stroking the long hair. Now that 
they were being disturbed, however, he slowly disentangled himself from 
Elrond and eased the half-Elf onto the sofa. After making sure that Elrond 
was resting comfortably, he walked over to the window and peered 
outside. 
 
He instantly recognized Thranduil’s starlit eyes, and opened the door to 
welcome them. 
 
Thranduil and Elladan dismounted and walked over to the cottage. 
Thranduil wasn’t as sure as Elladan that they were welcome at this late 
hour, knowing Elrond needed to rest. 
 
Glorfindel wondered what was wrong for them to show up like this, but 
signaled for them to enter. “Elrond is asleep, though,” he informed them, 
whilst gesturing them to sit down near the fire.
 
Elladan seated himself on the sofa and gently touched his father’s face. 
“Ada?” 
 
Thranduil chose a chair close the fire, sat down and watched father and 
son, hoping Elrond would accept him as his son’s mate. 
 
Elrond slowly opened his eyes. His sleep had been a healing one and he 
blinked several times, trying to regain full consciousness. At last, he 
realized Elladan was close, and he raised a hand to smooth stray dark 
locks away from his son’s face. “What are you doing here?”
 
Elladan watched as his father tried to push himself into an upright position 
and when Elrond’s efforts remained clumsy and fruitless, he helped his 
father to sit upright. “Ada, how do you fare?”
 
“Better,” whispered Elrond, feeling slightly confused at finding Elladan at 
his side. “Did something happen to you? Or is anything amiss with Erestor 
and Elrohir? Am I needed?”
 
Elladan immediately shushed him. “Nothing is amiss, Ada. We merely 
desire to talk to you.”
 
“We?” Elrond’s eyes scanned the living area. Glorfindel stood in the 
corner, watching the exchange intensely and Thranduil uncomfortably 
shifted on his chair. Realizing what this was about, Elrond smiled smugly. 
“Then talk.”
 
Thranduil cleared his throat. “Elrond, I need to tell you something.”
 
Elladan, growing impatient and nervous, cut Thranduil short. “Ada, it was 
not a dream. That night really happened.” 
 
Thranduil cringed at hearing Elladan’s words. He had wanted to be a bit 
more diplomatic about the matter, but now Elladan had blurted it out. 
Searching Elrond’s face, Thranduil trembled at seeing an arched eyebrow. 
Would Elrond forgive him and accept their bond, or turn him away?
 
Elrond chose his next words carefully. “Tell me what happened, exactly.”
 
Thranduil’s voice shook slightly when he addressed Elrond. “The night 
was magical and I got carried away. Elladan had followed me into the 
woods, and when I saw the desire in his eyes I could not turn him away.”
 
Elrond’s gaze shifted from Thranduil to Elladan when his suspicions were 
confirmed. “You were determined to claim Thranduil as your own from 
the start, were you not?”
 
Elladan nodded. “I fell in love with him when he rescued me from those 
Orcs. I tried to fight it, but I love him.” Elladan drew in a deep breath, 
gathering courage for his own admission. “I pursued him and made him 
acknowledge the attraction between us. Thranduil let me believe it was a 
dream because he did not want to bind me to him, but I wanted to be 
mated to him! I convinced him to –“
 
“What?” Elrond stared at his oldest son. 
 
“We made love again. We are married now and I will not give him up!” 
Elladan pleadingly stared his father. “I love him and he loves me.”
 
Elrond shook his head in amusement. “I suspected as much.” His gaze 
sought out Thranduil’s. “Elladan’s happiness is very important to me, and 
I will not stand in your way, but—“
 
Thranduil nodded, knowing what was coming next. “I won’t hurt or 
disappoint him for I love him.”
 
Exhaustion washed over Elrond and he briefly closed his eyes. “If 
someone had told me you would become a part of this family I would have 
called him insane,” said Elrond, once more looking at Thranduil. “I must 
admit that you have changed. You are no longer vindictive; you have 
mellowed.”
 
“I hope we can become friends in time,” said Thranduil honestly. “And I 
have thought long and hard about our future. I decided against returning to 
Mirkwood. Valthoron is now master there. I will stay at Imladris for the 
time being.”
 
Elrond raised an eyebrow. “I must admit that my greatest fear was losing 
Elladan to you, and seeing him leave his home. Your words reassure me.” 
Elrond’s gaze shifted to Elladan when his oldest son cradled his hand in 
his own. 
 
“Ada, we won’t sail to Valinor. Thranduil and I will stay in Imladris.”
 
“I expected as much,” admitted Elrond. His former decision to leave for 
Valinor with Galadriel had changed as well. What he hadn’t considered 
was that once he had reached Valinor, Celebrian would re-enter his life. 
Now that he had found Glorfindel’s love he was unwilling to give up on 
the blond Elda. Staying at Imladris was the only sound solution, and he 
would tell Glorfindel shortly. 
 
“Ada?” Elladan’s eyes revealed uncertainty. “Do I still have your 
blessing?”
 
Elrond smiled charmingly. “Aye, of course you have my blessing, ion-nîn. 
You are free to choose your lover. I am sure Thranduil and I will become 
friends in time.” Seeing relief in Elladan’s eyes, he pulled his oldest son 
close and planted a parental kiss on his brow. “Be happy.”
 
Elrond distinctly heard the relieved sigh Thranduil released. “This must 
have weighed heavy on your mind, to seek me out here,” he said, 
addressing Thranduil.
 
“It did,” admitted Thranduil. “To me, it was important you knew the 
truth.” 
 
Glorfindel stepped in, seeing Elrond’s form tremble with fatigue. This 
conversation was taking its toll on the half-Elf. “We should let him rest 
now.” He placed a hand on Elladan’s shoulder and waited for the oldest 
twin to get to his feet. 
 
Elladan briefly rested his brow against his father’s. Seeing both happiness 
and fatigue in Elrond’s eyes, he realized Glorfindel was right. “You 
should rest, Ada.” Returning his father’s gesture, he kissed Elrond’s brow 
and then rose from the bed. “Thranduil and I will visit again when you are 
more rested.”
 
“I would like that,” said Elrond tiredly. He locked eyes with Thranduil 
once more. /Hurt him and I will hurt you./
 
One powerful mind spoke to another and Thranduil nodded once, letting 
Elrond know he had understood. “I will make him happy.”
 
Elrond slowly closed his eyes and listened to their retreating footsteps. 
Now he had one thing less to worry about. Elladan and Thranduil’s love 
seemed sincere, and he hoped they would be happy. /But what about 
Elrohir? Is he happy as well?/
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Elrohir contently watched Erestor sleep, feeling immensely pleased that no 
nightmare disturbed the Noldorin Elf’s sleep. Erestor looked strangely 
vulnerable, resting in his arms, and Elrohir wondered why he had never 
before noticed the dark-haired Elf’s beauty. 
 
Absentmindedly, his fingers gently tangled in the long, black hair. 
Erestor’s vacant eyes held an attraction that he couldn’t deny, and he 
continued to stare at the Elf in his arms. /Erestor, my feelings for you are 
changing. My heart now beats differently when I look upon you, and my 
arms feel empty when you are not in them. What started as concern is now 
changing into love and affection./ 
 
Erestor suddenly stirred in his arms, as if picking up on his thoughts, and 
Elrohir immediately caressed the other’s hair, trying to keep Erestor 
asleep. “All is well. You can sleep undisturbed, Arato-nîn.” 
 
But Elrohir’s voice easily penetrated Erestor’s mind. After blinking once, 
Erestor stared at the young half-Elf holding him. Sometime during his 
sleep, he had wrapped arms and legs around Elrohir, pulling him so close 
that they were now entangled. Recalling the kisses exchanged earlier, he 
blushed. 
 
Elrohir remained silent, and kept up the soothing strokes to the Noldorin 
Elf’s hair.
 
Erestor swallowed nervously, feeling his body react to Elrohir’s closeness. 
It had been so long since it had reacted to warmth and love. It had taken 
him many years to try again after that fateful night, but the elf maiden he 
had taken a liking to, had looked at him with pity in her eyes after he had 
told her why he wasn’t responding to her gentle caresses. One night she 
had told him that she couldn’t handle this situation and she had left him. 
Discouraged, he had never tried again… Until now. Until Elrohir.
 
Elrohir wondered about the blush that continued to spread on Erestor’s 
face, somehow sensing the other’s inner struggle. He waited patiently for 
Erestor to confide in him. 
 
Erestor blushed, growing erect for the first time in decades. Unable to 
maintain eye contact any longer, he closed his eyes. Elrohir was still 
stroking his long hair, and those gentle touches only fed the desire 
growing inside him. 
 
Elrohir decided to take the initiative. “Why did you close your eyes, 
melamin?”
 
“I—“ Erestor suddenly wanted to free himself of Elrohir’s embrace, but 
his body froze, making it impossible to move away from the half-Elf. 
 
“Erestor? Please look at me.” Elrohir tenderly caressed Erestor’s face. His 
fingertips teased against his love’s long eyelashes, hoping the touch would 
cause Erestor to open those gorgeous eyes. 
 
Erestor’s eyelids fluttered and then opened to stare at Elrohir. “I—I feel 
ashamed.”
 
“Why?” Elrohir frowned puzzled. 
 
“I feel…” Erestor failed to end his sentence, shifting slightly away from 
Elrohir, as he didn’t want the half-Elf to feel his erection. 
 
Understanding suddenly dawned, feeling Erestor move away. “Melamin, 
do not feel ashamed. Rejoice instead!”
 
“Rejoice?” Erestor’s tone turned bitter. “I do not even understand how you 
can bear my touch, knowing –“
 
Elrohir propped himself onto an elbow and managed to catch Erestor’s 
gaze. “I understand that you feel tainted for what they did to you, but 
when I look at you, I see beauty. Knowing that you feel ashamed because 
you want me saddens me.”
 
Erestor helplessly stared into Elrohir’s eyes. “It is the first time that… 
Since…” Trying to explain, he searched for words, but they didn’t come 
easily. “My body is waking up after so many years and I do not know 
what to do… Touching you feels wrong.”
 
“Why does it feel wrong? I assure you I greatly crave your touch.” Elrohir 
wrapped his arms loosely around Erestor’s waist, and as he lay down 
again, he pulled the dark haired Elf on top of him. Erestor’s erection now 
pressed against his thigh and a pleased smile surfaced on his face. “Your 
body is telling you that it is ready to take the next step.”
 
Erestor shivered. “But I am scared.” Lowering his eyes, a strangled sob 
left his throat. “It is true, I desire you, but it feels wrong.”
 
“It is not wrong; everything is right,” said Elrohir soothingly. Erestor 
rested his head on his chest and he tucked the other’s head beneath his 
chin. He could tell that Erestor’s arousal was fading, but the fact that the 
Noldorin Elf’s body was waking up encouraged him to pursue this 
relationship. 
 
Erestor’s eyes widened, feeling one of Elrohir’s hands slip beneath the 
fabric of his robes to rest on his naked back. The touch brought tears to his 
eyes. “Pen-neth…”
 
“Hush now,” said Elrohir quickly. “Enjoy the feelings coursing through 
you, and in time we will explore them farther.”
 
Erestor managed to free his head and he made eye contact with the half-
Elf. “Do you really want me? But why? And how?”
 
Elrohir realized his answer was very important to Erestor and he carefully 
considered his reply. “Melamin, I really want you, for I love you. I want to 
take away those feelings of shame and replace them with love and desire. 
During these last few days you have become increasingly important to me, 
and my love for you is still growing. I will keep your heart safe and give 
you mine in return. That is, if you will have me.”
 
Tears had been building in Erestor’s eyes and they now dripped down his 
chin, landing softly on Elrohir’s face. Elrohir’s words were soothing balm 
to his scarred soul. “I lack the words to describe how much I love you. I 
have felt ashamed and unworthy for so long that it is hard to change, but I 
will try. You give me the strength to carry on.”
 
Elrohir rubbed Erestor’s back with soothing strokes and felt how tension 
left the other’s body. Erestor relaxed and finally curled around him, 
blanketing him. “The mere fact that you are enjoying my touch now 
should tell you something, melamin. You are growing stronger and I have 
seen the changes taking place in you. You have opened up to me, and you 
are no longer hiding your fears and doubts from me. We will walk this 
road together, and I feel confident that in time we will be able to express 
our love physically.”
 
Erestor nodded against Elrohir’s chest. “I hope so. I dreamt of being with 
you in that way, but ugly memories always invaded those sweet dreams. I 
fear remembering their vile touch when we finally make love.”
 
“Do not worry about that, Arato-nîn. I will keep those memories away 
from you.”
 
Erestor cocked his head and stared deeply into Elrohir’s eyes. Seeing the 
determination in them, he whispered, “I trust you, pen-neth.”
 
Elrohir smiled and continued to stroke his lover’s back. “I won’t fail you.” 
 
Erestor clung to Elrohir, hoping the half-Elf was right and that they would 
find a way to deal with his memories.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Rohan
 
Haldir kept glancing at Lurtz and Legolas, trying to understand how an 
Elven Prince could accept one of Saruman’s creatures as his mate. 
Galadriel’s assurance that Lurtz could be trusted still puzzled him. 
 
“Haldir, we will arrive at Helm’s Deep this eve,” said Rumil, who was 
walking next to his brother. “Our time together is coming to an end.”
 
Haldir looked at his brother, and startled at seeing darkness and defeat in 
Rumil’s eyes. “We cannot give up, Rumil. We must fight and keep our kin 
alive.”
 
Rumil nodded halfheartedly. “I know we won’t see the sun rise ever again. 
This will be our last night on Arda.”
 
Haldir grabbed his brother’s shoulder. “Don’t you dare give up, Rumil! 
We promised Orophin to return to ‘Lorien and –“ His voice faltered, 
thinking of Celeborn; he feared he would never lay eyes on his lover 
again. 
 
Lurtz had overheard most of their conversation, and now exchanged a look 
with Legolas. “Despair is coming over them and it is more dangerous than 
a horde of attacking Uruk-Hai. They must find courage again.”
 
Legolas knew his mate was right, but he understood Rumil so well. “An 
oppressive feeling has come upon us. Like them, I can sense the 
approaching evil, and it clouds our minds.”
 
Lurtz’s eyes locked with Legolas. “Don’t give in to that feeling.”
 
“I will try,” said Legolas, giving his mate an adoring smile. “I have the 
best reason to survive the upcoming fight; you.”
 
Haldir looked over his shoulder at Lurtz after hearing the passion in 
Legolas’ tone and he found the Uruk-Hai blushing at the Prince’s words. 
Haldir averted his eyes. Seeing the love in their eyes made him pensive. 
Maybe Lurtz could be trusted; after all, Galadriel had said so. 
 
Haldir squeezed Rumil’s shoulder and waited for his brother’s eyes to 
meet his. “Take heart, for not all is lost yet.”
 
Rumil felt strengthened, hearing the determination in Haldir’s voice. 
Straightening his shoulders, he tried to shake the sense of impending 
doom. 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Haldir, marching at the head of the ‘Lorien army, was the first to set eyes 
upon Helm’s Deep. The keep’s gates were closed and the walls filled with 
warriors. Narrowing his eyes, he made out Aragorn’s form. 
 
Aragorn’s eyes sparkled with happiness, seeing the Elven army approach 
the keep. “Open the gates!” The Rohirrim hesitated momentarily, but 
complied when Gamling repeated the order. 
 
Haldir’s red cloak had immediately drawn Aragorn’s attention and his 
heart leapt with joy, seeing the Guardian at the head of the army. He had 
felt depressed, knowing how small their chances were to defeat Saruman’s 
army, but his heart swelled with courage and hope at seeing Haldir’s 
cocky smile. 
 
He started to run down the stairs when a murmur ran through the crowd. 
 
“There’s an Uruk-Hai among them! Let’s kill the foul creature!” Other 
voices joined in. “We don’t want his kind in our keep! Kill him!”
 
Aragorn frowned; it was true. An Uruk-Hai marched among the Elven 
archers and at his side – 
 
“Legolas!” Aragorn called out his friend’s name in joy and marched 
toward the blond. Narrowing his eyes, he found that Legolas’ hand rested 
on the Uruk-Hai’s shoulder. Why was that?
 
Gimli, having heard Aragorn’s call, rushed down the stairs. He would 
never openly admit it, but he had missed having Legolas close. Seeing the 
Uruk-Hai, he came to an abrupt hold in front of Legolas. 
 
The crowd’s voice rose again. “Kill him! His kind is about to attack! We 
don’t want him here!”
 
Legolas tensed and his hand reached for his sword, ready to defend his 
mate. 
 
“Haldir? Legolas?” Aragorn wasn’t sure whom to address first. He had felt 
alarmed at first, but realizing the Uruk-Hai’s hands weren’t tied and that 
the Elves allowed him to march with them calmed him. 
 
Haldir stepped aside, letting Legolas address Aragorn. 
 
Legolas’ face was as calm and serene as ever, but deep inside him his 
emotions raged. Protectively, he stepped in front of Lurtz. “Aragorn, Lurtz 
is a friend, an ally.”
 
Aragorn watched Legolas closely, reading his friend’s body language, 
which told him that the blond trusted the Uruk-Hai and was even willing 
to defend him. “We should talk in private.”
 
Legolas nodded. “That would be best.” His gaze traveled from Aragorn to 
Gimli and he smiled warmly. “It is good to see you again, master Dwarf. I 
was worried you had come to harm during my absence.” But Gimli’s 
expression turned cold and unfriendly and he realized it was because Lurtz 
had folded an arm around his waist. /Lurtz is staking his claim./ He 
understood his mate’s urge to declare him his own, but Gimli and Aragorn 
didn’t like it. “I have much to tell you.”
 
Aragorn grew worried at seeing the possessiveness in Lurtz’s eyes and he 
decided to focus on Haldir instead. He didn’t want to risk a fight with the 
Uruk-Hai when Legolas seemed to greatly care about the creature -- 
though only Elbereth knew why!
 
Aragorn acted instinctively and buried Haldir in an embrace. His friend 
had no idea how glad he was to see him and his archers! Haldir tensed in 
his arms and Aragorn’s smile brightened when the Guardian finally gave 
in and returned the hug. Pulling back, he still caught a hint of surprise of 
being welcomed this warmly on Haldir’s face. “You’re most welcome, my 
friend.”
 
Haldir smiled, but his expression grew serious again when Théoden joined 
them. He stepped away from Aragorn and inclined his head, addressing 
the Lord of the Mark. “I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. Long ago 
Men and Elves fought alongside each other and died together. I have come 
to honor that alliance.”
 
Théoden nodded, pleased, and then looked at Aragorn. He greatly 
appreciated the support, and wanted Aragorn to take command of the 
Elven army. 
 
Aragorn understood and nodded. “Let us talk. Haldir, Legolas, follow 
me.” Although not invited, Lurtz followed as well. Aragorn was about to 
make a remark, when Legolas’ eyes met his, asking him to allow Lurtz to 
accompany them. Aragorn nodded once, wondering why he was agreeing 
to this; the monster was their enemy!
 
Aragorn, Gimli, Haldir, Legolas and Lurtz followed Théoden who led 
them into the great hall. 
 
Legolas constantly remained close to his mate, never letting Lurtz out of 
his sight. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do, and hoped Aragorn 
and Gimli would accept his new mate.
 
TBC
 
Beta read by Ilye, thanks!
 

 
 
 Part 17
Haldir.
 
 
 
Edoras
 
Aragorn turned to face Legolas and tried to read the expression in his 
friend’s eyes. The fact that Lurtz was standing protectively behind 
Legolas, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, puzzled him. It almost 
seemed like the Uruk-Hai was ready to attack, should he even dare to look 
at Legolas in the wrong way. “Legolas, I think we deserve an explanation. 
Why did you bring the enemy inside these walls?”
 
Théoden, Gamling, Gimli and Haldir watched him closely, and Legolas 
fought hard to maintain his calm and controlled appearance. “I was injured 
when we fought Ugluk, and found shelter in a cave. I did not know Lurtz 
would be there as well. When I first laid eyes on him I feared for my life, 
but he had lost his memories and tended to my injuries. He took me to 
Rivendell, where Master Elrond gave him sanctuary. Even after his 
memory had returned he chose to stay and he helped us rescue Elrond 
when he was taken prisoner. Lurtz and I became lovers, and are now 
bound to each other.”
 
Aragorn stared at Legolas in shock. “Lovers? Bound to each other?” He 
couldn’t understand why anyone would trust a Uruk-Hai!
 
“I know how this must seem to you,” continued Legolas calmly, “but 
Lurtz is no longer the enemy. He gained my trust, and also Elrond and 
Glorfindel’s. After this war is over we will return to Imladris, and later we 
will travel to Mirkwood.”
 
Aragorn shook his head in disbelief and his gaze shifted from Legolas to 
Haldir. “And you agreed to the Uruk-Hai accompanying you?”
 
“The Uruk-Hai has a name,” sneered Lurtz. He was becoming fed up with 
Aragorn’s attitude toward him. “It never was my choice to become 
involved with these Elves, but for some reason my fate and theirs is 
intertwined.” 
 
Haldir cleared his throat, remembering Galadriel’s words. “I also carry a 
message from the Lady of the Wood. She told me to trust Lurtz, and 
although I have doubts like you, I will obey her orders and give him the 
benefit of the doubt. It is not my place to judge the Lady’s ways, and 
neither is it yours.” 
 
Aragorn’s gaze settled on Lurtz and the Uruk-Hai met his stare head-on. 
“Haldir spoke true. The Lady’s words are to be trusted, but I feel uneasy 
knowing a Uruk-Hai dwells within these walls.”
 
The voices outside grew louder, still demanding Lurtz was killed, and 
Aragorn sighed deeply, wondering how to calm the masses. Locking gazes 
with Legolas, he said, “You had better stay close to Lurtz at all times. I 
fear for his safety as long as he is inside the keep. They want his head.”
 
Legolas sighed softly. “They are afraid. So was I when Lurtz and I first 
met, but I learned to look farther than his appearance and realized he was a 
young soul, trying to find his way. The people of Rohan fear what they do 
not understand. Lurtz and I will prove to them that he is not a danger.”
 
Gimli, who had remained quiet until now, spoke. “Elf, you will need 
armor, and so does the Uruk-Hai.” He wasn’t going to question Legolas 
now when the Elf already seemed distressed, but he planned on talking 
some sense into his friend later. /If we survive the night, that is./
 
“Take them to the armory,” instructed Aragorn. Gimli nodded once and 
Aragorn watched the three of them leave the hall. Once they were out of 
sight, he addressed Haldir. “How could you allow the Uruk-Hai to join 
you?”
 
Haldir raised an eyebrow. “Even you would not go against the wishes of 
the Lady of the Wood. She was very specific that Lurtz was to join the 
army. I am the first to admit I had doubts when I learned of her decision, 
but now I find myself wondering if I did not judge too quickly. I have 
watched Lurtz closely these last two days, and he has been helpful and 
polite.”
 
“He seems very possessive of Legolas,” remarked Aragorn. “I do not like 
the way he watches Legolas’ every move.”
 
Haldir nodded, having noticed the same behavior, but with one difference. 
“I am not so sure it is possessiveness. It feels more like protectiveness.”
 
“I still do not like it,” rumbled Aragorn, but then straightened his 
shoulders and looked at Théoden. The time for battle was approaching and 
he needed to discuss strategy. “I will command the ‘Lorien army, and our 
arrows will take down their first lines.”
 
Théoden, who had not meddled when they had discussed Lurtz, now 
spoke.  “Haldir of ‘Lorien, we greatly appreciate any help you can offer.”
 
Haldir inclined his head. “We are proud to fight alongside Men one last 
time.” His gaze then shifted to Aragorn. “We know the odds and realize 
only a few of us will return to Lothlorien. We will take out as many of 
Saruman’s creatures as possible.”
 
Aragorn smiled, saddened, hoping the price wouldn’t be too high.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Gimli watched Lurtz with growing amusement as the Uruk-Hai sorted 
through the weapons and coats of mail, trying to find one that would fit. 
Lurtz growled softly whenever he got stuck, trying to fit into them. The 
laughing expression in Legolas’ eyes only seemed to add to Lurtz’s 
frustration. 
 
Gimli had watched them for several moments now and was beginning to 
wonder about them. Legolas moved about Lurtz with obvious ease and 
trust, and the Uruk-Hai’s eyes constantly lingered on the Elf, as if making 
sure that Legolas did not miraculously disappear on him. He hadn’t 
thought it possible, but hearing them banter was quite amusing. 
 
Lurtz suddenly looked at him and Gimli’s first instinct was to let the grin 
fade from his face, but then the Uruk-Hai tossed him a coat of mail. 
 
“Here, it is the shortest I could find.” Lurtz selected one for himself and 
managed to fit into it. 
 
Gimli picked up the coat of mail and grumbled deep in his throat as he 
slipped into it. The metal rings hit the floor and he stared at it in dismay. “I 
cannot wear this!” Glancing at Legolas, he found the Elf smirking. He 
quickly removed the coat of mail and glared at the Uruk-Hai, who had 
now selected a broadsword from the pile of weapons. 
 
Lurtz swung it several times, testing its balance. Feeling Gimli’s eyes on 
him, he looked over his shoulder at the Dwarf. 
 
Gimli cleared his throat and looked at Legolas instead.  “We worried 
about you when you disappeared. We searched for some time, but we 
could not afford to linger.”
 
“I could not leave the cave and join you, for poison was burning me up 
and made it impossible for me to move.” Legolas trembled, recalling the 
pain he had been in. 
 
“When I found him he was in a bad way,” added Lurtz, remembering that 
day as well. “He obviously did not trust me, but I thought he was the most 
beautiful creature I had ever met. I did not remember that we were 
enemies, and I cared for him.”
 
“We fell in love, slowly but certainly,” continued Legolas with a smile on 
his face. “He even ran away from me, but I caught him and he has been 
my prisoner ever since.”
 
Gimli watched with growing surprise when Elf and Uruk-Hai moved 
toward each other to claim each other’s lips. He cleared his throat, hoping 
to break up their kissing. It was beyond him how Legolas could kiss an 
Uruk-Hai, but his eyes weren’t lying and it was really happening. 
 
Legolas blushed weakly as he pulled away from Lurtz. “This is neither the 
time nor the place for it,” told he Lurtz, who slowly nodded his head. “We 
must concentrate on the upcoming fight.”
 
“And Haldir,” Lurtz reminded Legolas. He ignored Gimli’s curious 
expression and added, “I will stay close to him.”
 
Legolas nodded. “Aye, you had better do that. I will try to keep an eye on 
him as well.”
 
Gimli shook his head. The two of them were acting like lovebirds! 
 
“I will join Haldir’s archers,” said Legolas, seemingly ignoring Gimli as 
well. 
 
“Then I will join them too,” mused Lurtz. He had to be close to Haldir in 
order to keep him safe. Looking at his mate, he found that Legolas had 
chosen to wear armor and was now ready for battle. 
 
Legolas’ eyes suddenly sought out Gimli’s and he walked over to the 
Dwarf. Lowering himself onto one knee, he said, “I understand that you 
are confused, and maybe even worried, but I can vouch for Lurtz. You can 
trust him.”
 
Gimli sighed deeply. “You have become a trusted friend since we started 
on this quest, and I will trust you now as well; but my heart warns me to 
remain alert.”
 
“As you should, for we are facing an overwhelming force of evil,” replied 
Legolas softly. “I merely ask of you not to judge Lurtz too quickly. When 
we first met at Elrond’s council we disliked each other as well. Later, we 
became friends. Please keep an open mind.”
 
“I will try,” said Gimli honestly. “But shivers run down my spine seeing 
him this close to you.”
 
“I trust Lurtz with my life – and my heart.” Legolas’ eyes pleaded with the 
Dwarf to give Lurtz this one chance. “He will not disappoint you.”
 
Gimli grumbled into his beard. “I will try. I cannot promise you more.”
 
“Thank you,” said Legolas, rising to his feet. Looking at his mate, he 
smiled warmly. “It will take time, but eventually they will understand.”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lurtz stood next to Legolas on the battlements, staring into the distance, 
where his sharp eyes made out the first battalion of Saruman’s army. 
Seeing Uruk-Hai march toward them, a strange feeling rose in his 
stomach. He welcomed his mate’s touch when Legolas rested his hand at 
the small of his back. 
 
Legolas kept one eye on Lurtz and one on Haldir, who was standing a few 
feet away from them. Behind them, Aragorn was pacing, calling out 
commands. The heavens had opened and rain poured down on them. 
Several of the Rohirrim mumbled softly, frustrated that they had to fight 
this battle whilst a thunderstorm raged over their heads. 
 
Looking at Aragorn, Legolas felt grateful that his friend had managed to 
calm the people of Edoras, who had demanded Lurtz’s head. They still 
looked at Lurtz with distrust and hate in their eyes, but that was to be 
expected. 
 
Feeling eyes on him, Legolas cocked his shoulder and looked at Haldir. 
The Guardian appeared calm, but Legolas knew Haldir had to be nervous. 
Rumil was at his brother’s side and Legolas hoped Haldir would take 
comfort in having him close. 
 
“Can you see anything?” Gimli felt frustrated, being locked behind the 
battlements. 
 
Legolas smiled in spite of their dire situation. “There are thousands of 
them.”
 
“Let them come!” Gimli gritted his teeth. “I am ready for them.”
 
Lurtz leaned in closer and whispered into Legolas’ ear, “I will stay close 
to Haldir. Remain careful at all times. I know you will survive, but I do 
not want to see you come to harm.”
 
Legolas nodded once, signaling he understood. 
 
At Aragorn’s command, the Elves raised their bows and aimed their 
arrows at the approaching army. Suddenly one arrow impacted in a Uruk-
Hai’s chest and an ugly roar joined the whipping thunder. As the army 
stormed forward, Legolas released his arrows. The fighting had begun.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Haldir’s mouth went dry as an explosion rocked the Hornburg. Somehow 
Saruman’s army had found a way to breach the walls, and was now 
pouring into the keep. He had exchanged his bow for his sword and was 
now doing his best to fight off the foul creatures. Every now and then, he 
looked at Lurtz and realized that the Uruk-Hai was mercilessly 
slaughtering his kin with nothing but contempt in his eyes. Whatever 
doubts he'd had faded, and he finally believed Galadriel when she said 
Lurtz could be trusted. 
 
“Haldir, pull your men back; retreat!”
 
Hearing Aragorn’s voice, he was briefly startled. The sound of it pulled 
him from his concentration and for the first time he saw how many of his 
men had fallen. Shocked at finding so many dead, he briefly hesitated, and 
one Uruk-Hai used that to his advantage. A sword slashed his arm open 
and his eyes widened at the pain. 
 
Lurtz moved as if in trance, recognizing the scene he had witnessed in 
Galadriel’s mirror. Charging ahead, he pushed an injured Haldir out of his 
way when another Uruk-Hai tried to cleave Haldir’s back in two. 
 
Haldir was shoved into the mud and stared at Lurtz in amazement, 
realizing the danger he had barely escaped from. 
 
Lurtz quickly took out the Uruk-Hai who had tried to attack Haldir in the 
back and then moved to the silver haired Elf. “How badly injured are 
you?”
 
“I can stand,” whispered Haldir, cradling his injured arm to his chest. He 
tried to continue to fight, but the pain made it hard for him to concentrate. 
 
Lurtz quickly pulled Haldir behind his broad back when another sword 
almost buried itself in the Elf’s chest. He had to get Haldir out of here and 
into safety! Although he disliked to retreat from battle, he recalled 
Galadriel wanted Haldir safe. Grabbing Haldir’s waist, he pulled the 
protesting Elf along. “Stop fighting me!” Lurtz shook his head, being 
reminded of another struggling Elf. Glorfindel had fought him as well. 
 
“I need to stay close to my men!” Haldir struggled when Lurtz pulled him 
deeper within the keep. 
 
Lurtz searched for Legolas and found that his mate was yelling a number 
at the Dwarf, who, upon hearing the count, raised his axe to take out 
another Uruk-Hai. It looked like everyone was now retreating to the Great 
Hall and he pulled Haldir along, ignoring the Elf’s attempts to free himself 
of his hold. 
 
Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli followed them inside and they ended up in 
the Great Hall. Théoden tried to maintain a regal posture, but the 
expression in his eyes revealed his shock at being defeated.
 
Legolas headed for Lurtz and sat on his heels as his mate lowered Haldir 
onto a chair. “Haldir, you are still alive.” 
 
Haldir wondered about Legolas’ remark, and was about to react to it, when 
a loud banging sounded near the doorway. The Uruk-Hai were trying to 
force themselves a way inside. 
 
“Ride out with me one last time,” said Aragorn, addressing Théoden, 
realizing the sun was about to rise. Remembering Gandalf’s promise he 
wanted to look at the east at the crack of dawn.
 
Théoden gave in after a few moments. “For honor and glory.” 
 
Aragorn looked at Haldir, and, upon realizing his friend was injured, 
walked over to him. “You should stay here.” 
 
“I will guard him,” said Lurtz firmly. So far he had managed to keep his 
word and he would make sure Haldir survived this battle. 
 
Seeing Lurtz tend to Haldir’s injury, Aragorn let go of his doubts. The 
Uruk-Hai seemed honestly concerned for Haldir. “Find refuge deep within 
the keep and hold out until we return.”
 
Lurtz nodded once. He had already spotted a room with a doorway which 
he could defend in case their enemies found a way inside. “He is safe with 
me.”
 
Haldir stared at Lurtz in disbelief. Why was the Uruk-Hai acting this 
protectively? Seeking out Legolas’ eyes, he saw approval in the sapphire 
eyes. 
 
Legolas rested one hand on Lurtz’s shoulder. “I will join them and return 
for you later.”
 
Lurtz mumbled his approval and then helped Haldir to his feet. “I will 
defend him until my last breath.”
 
Legolas and Aragorn barricaded the door to the room Lurtz had chosen to 
hide in, and then joined Théoden and Gamling, who had retrieved their 
horses. They mounted quickly, and, whilst releasing a raw battle cry, 
charged at the sea of enemies.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Haldir raised pain filled eyes and locked gazes with Lurtz. “Why are you 
doing this?”
 
Lurtz shrugged once while keeping a close eye on the barricaded door. He 
could hear the Uruk-Hai close in on them and he prepared for one final 
battle. “Galadriel asked me to keep you alive. She showed me your death 
in her mirror and I promised to look out for you.” 
 
Haldir sucked in his breath. “Galadriel allowed you to look into her 
mirror?”
 
Lurtz nodded his head. “She seems to care a great deal about you.”
 
Haldir’s head still reeled from this information. /She wants to keep me 
alive for Celeborn!/ 
 
A low noise filled the air; Gimli was blowing the horn of Rohan. A loud 
roar followed and he heard several battle cries. Looking out of the 
window, he found a blinding light descending the hill with behind it 
thousands of riders. “We might survive after all.”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Legolas’ heart nearly missed a beat, seeing Gandalf steer Shadowfax 
toward him. The Rohirrim had quickly dealt with what remained of 
Saruman’s army and had sent them running for Isengard. Gandalf 
immediately joined Théoden and Aragorn, and together they declared 
victory. 
 
Legolas used that opportunity to steer Arod back into the keep, eager to 
check on Haldir and his mate. 
 
“Wait for me!”
 
Looking over his shoulder, he found Aragorn catching up with him. 
Seeing concern in the Man’s eyes, he realized Aragorn worried about 
Haldir. He knew they were good friends, and signaled Aragorn to follow 
him. Together they made their way back to the hall, and after dismounting, 
they quickly pushed away the chairs they had used to barricade the door 
with. 
 
“Lurtz? Haldir?” Legolas entered first and found his mate smiling smugly. 
Acting instinctively he threw himself into Lurtz’s open arms and hugged 
his mate close. 
 
Haldir smiled amused, seeing love and relief in their eyes. Then he noticed 
Aragorn’s presence. “It is a minor wound and will heal quickly.”
 
“I should bind it,” said Aragorn in a concerned tone. He kept one arm 
folded around Haldir’s waist and turned slightly to face Lurtz. “I was 
wrong about you. Thank you for keeping Haldir safe.”
 
Lurtz smirked. “Elves,” he whispered, amused. “Why me?” 
 
Legolas caught the hidden meaning and laughed warmly. “You saved my 
life, Glorfindel’s and now you can add Haldir’s name to that list as well.”
 
Aragorn frowned puzzled, but then concentrated on Haldir, whose wound 
was still bleeding. “Victory is ours,” he informed Haldir, who smiled, 
relieved. 
 
Haldir allowed Aragorn to take control of the situation, and he resigned to 
the fact that Aragorn would continue to fuss over him until his wound had 
been taken care of. /Celeborn, love, I will return to you./
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Lurtz helped Legolas when his mate offered to look after the deceased 
‘Lorien Elves. It was a task that caused him to grow depressed. So much 
beauty had been destroyed! But at the same time he felt immensely 
grateful that Legolas and Haldir had been spared. 
 
Rumil had joined them as well, after checking on his elder brother and was 
now covering the dead bodies with their blue cloaks.
 
“The war is not over yet,” said Legolas, pained, closing the eyes of 
another Elven archer.
 
“Very true, my love, but we will face this horror together.” Lurtz rested a 
hand at the small of Legolas’ back and took comfort in that touch. Legolas 
leaned into his mate’s body and released hot tears that flowed down his 
face and dripped from his chin. “I cannot mourn their passing yet.” 
 
“Take the time you need to deal with this pain,” said Lurtz, understanding 
obvious in his voice. “Draw strength and comfort from me.”
 
“Thank you,” whispered Legolas, closing his eyes. A soft lament for his 
fallen brethren left his lips, saying goodbye to the dead.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Imladris. 
 
With every passing day Elrond felt his strength return. Glorfindel’s 
excellent care, the warm sun and the healing quality of the Bruinen 
quickened his recovery. Making love with the golden haired Elda was also 
helping him rebuild his strength.
 
/Elrond, the battle has been fought. Many of our kin died. Only a handful 
survived./
 
He was startled at hearing Galadriel’s voice in his mind and instantly 
sensed her sadness and pain. /I feel for them as well, but you know this 
sacrifice had to be made./
 
/I want to thank you for sending Lurtz on this mission. He managed to 
save Haldir’s life./
 
/My heart rejoices at hearing Haldir is alive, but it is also saddened by 
this great loss./ Galadriel’s presence retreated from his mind and Elrond’s 
eyes filled with tears. He had known the price would be high, but this 
high? 
 
“Glorfindel? Melamin?” He called out for his lover, needing the blond’s 
support. But Glorfindel didn’t answer and the urge to be close to the Elda 
overwhelmed him. 
 
Gritting his teeth, Elrond struggled to his knees. He had not attempted to 
walk yet and wasn’t sure his ankles had recovered enough to support him. 
Holding his breath in anticipation of pain, he slowly rose from the earth. 
He placed his hands against the trunk of an ash, needing its support. 
 
“Glorfindel!” He had intended to call for his lover, but only a soft 
whimper left his lips as a throbbing ache spiraled up his legs, emanating 
from his ankles. The pain nearly took his breath away, and he froze, trying 
to stay on his feet. 
 
A moment later the ache receded and Elrond sighed, relieved. Gauging the 
distance to the cottage, his courage faltered. He couldn’t cross that 
distance unaided! 
 
Elrond carefully placed his right foot in front of his left. The bandages 
made his walk even more awkward, but he tried again, now letting go of 
the tree as he moved toward the cottage. 
 
Sweat formed on his brow, and his breath came in spurts, taking another 
step. His hands trembled and he tried to reach for another tree, hoping it 
would support him. 
 
“Glorfindel!” This time he called out louder and he grew hopeful that his 
lover had heard him. Shaking like a leaf, he held onto the trunk of the tree, 
waiting for his lover to appear in the doorway. “Glorfindel, please hear 
me!”
 
Attempting another step, tremors shook his body, but he was growing 
more confident now that the ache didn’t worsen. The pain was bearable. 
 
Glorfindel rushed toward the half-Elf and his heart briefly stopped 
beating, seeing his lover in such pain. “What are you doing on your feet 
when you should be resting?”
 
“I can walk,” said Elrond in a shaky tone, “but I need your support.”
 
Glorfindel wrapped an arm around his lover’s waist and was severely 
tempted to carry him. 
 
“Nay,” whispered Elrond, “I desire to walk.”
 
Glorfindel frowned in disapproval, but complied, steadying Elrond as they 
made their way into the cottage. He realized how important it was to the 
half-Elf to be able to walk again and didn’t voice his concern, opting to 
support Elrond in silence instead. 
 
Elrond bit his bottom lip, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the 
other. Relief washed over him when he finally sat down and the pressure 
was removed from his ankles. “I think you no longer need to carry me, nîn 
bellas.” 
 
Glorfindel sighed, regretfully. “I loved cradling you close to my chest. I 
will miss having you in my arms.” He knelt at Elrond’s side and gathered 
the half-Elf’s hands in his. “What made you try to walk?”
 
Elrond’s eyes became misty with tears. “The battle for Helm’s Deep has 
come to an end. Haldir survived, but many of the ‘Lorien Elves fell. The 
price was high.”
 
“You knew this would happen when you asked for volunteers.” Glorfindel 
placed kisses on the back of Elrond’s hands. “They knew they were 
marching to their doom. Honor their memory and keep their spirit alive.”
 
“They will never be forgotten,” vowed Elrond passionately. Growing 
quiet, his fingers found their way into Glorfindel’s locks and he found 
comfort in the touch. 
 
Glorfindel cleared his throat, feeling nervous, seeing the expression in 
Elrond’s eyes. The half-Elf’s thoughts were still with their fallen brethren 
at Helm’s Deep and he opted for distraction. “Nîn ind, you walked 
unaided. You must be getting stronger.”
 
Elrond smiled weakly. “I will practice daily. I look forward to finally 
being able to walk and run again.” Seeing Glorfindel’s disappointment, he 
added, “And you may still carry me – on occasion.”
 
Glorfindel grinned. “Right now I want to carry you into the bedroom.”
 
Elrond seemed to consider Glorfindel’s remark and then inclined his head. 
“You have my permission to carry me to our bed,” he said teasingly. 
 
Glorfindel didn’t waste any time and pushed his hands beneath Elrond’s 
knees and back. “Tomorrow we will go for a short walk, but you must 
promise me not exhaust yourself. I want to be close when you try to walk 
again.”
 
“I promise,” whispered Elrond in an doting tone, whilst Glorfindel carried 
him into the bedroom for another round of passionate lovemaking.
 
TBC
 
 Beta read by Ilye, thanks!



Part 18
After the war.
 
 
 
Lothlorien…Calas Galadhon. Haldir couldn’t believe he was finally home 
again. 
 
Fighting Sauron’s army had taken its toll on him, but he took great 
comfort in the fact that Rumil had survived as well. His brother was still at 
his side, and together they had seen Aragorn being crowned king and 
married to Arwen. His friend had finally accepted his destiny. He had 
always known Aragorn was destined for great things, and the Man hadn’t 
disappointed him. 
 
The final war had been brutal, but he and his friends had survived. Legolas 
and Lurtz had watched each other’s backs, keeping the other from harm, 
and were now on their way to Mirkwood where they would settle down. 
 
Gimli had decided to stay at Gondor, and Haldir had to admit the Dwarf 
had gained his respect. Gimli had warned him several times during that 
last battle, alerting him when the enemy was closing in on him unnoticed. 
 
And now he had finally returned home. The beauty of Calas Galadhon 
took his breath away as the rays of the sun covered it in a golden glow. 
 
“I heard Galadriel already left,” said Rumil, who had talked to a 
messenger sent by Lord Celeborn.
 
Haldir’s heart contracted once. “Then he is alone now.”  He urged Rumil 
and the handful of archers that had survived to hurry, and then he broke 
into a run, seeing Celeborn’s silver form appear in front of the mallorn. No 
longer paying attention to the Elves surrounding him, he flung himself in 
Celeborn’s arms, embracing his lover tightly. 
 
Celeborn’s throat tightened, seeing Haldir. Lost for words, he showed his 
relief and joy by returning the hug, slowly stroking Haldir’s silver hair. 
Long moments later, he finally found words to express his feelings. “I 
have missed you, Haldir.”
 
Haldir’s eyes swam with tears and he pulled back to closely study the 
Lord of the Wood. A haunted expression lay in Celeborn’s eyes, and 
sadness and solitude clung to the ancient Elf. “You are hurting because 
Galadriel left.”
 
Celeborn nodded once. “She was part of my life for so long. And I was 
afraid you would not survive the war, never to return to me. My heart 
nearly died when Galadriel left, but I am slowly feeling alive again now 
that I am holding you in my arms.”
 
Haldir blushed slightly at hearing Celeborn’s words. “My heart still bleeds 
for our kin who died in battle, but –“ Haldir moistened his lips. “Did you 
know Galadriel asked Lurtz to keep me safe during the battle at Helm’s 
Deep?”
 
Celeborn nodded his head. “I did. When she allowed Lurtz to look into her 
mirror, I watched over his shoulder from a distance. Only her promise that 
Lurtz would look after you stopped me from forbidding you to go to 
Edoras.” 
 
Haldir suddenly realized that several Elves were watching them, some 
with surprise in their eyes, others with a secret knowledge which they had 
kept to themselves whilst Galadriel had been amongst them. “Celeborn…” 
Haldir’s voice slowly faded away, uncertain how to ask his lover what this 
meant. 
 
“I do not plan to hide my love for you now that Galadriel is sailing for 
Valinor,” said Celeborn smugly. 
 
Rumil chuckled softly. “Anyone with eyes in their head knew that the two 
of you were in love. You were never able to hide it.”
 
Celeborn laughed as well, giving Rumil a wink. “It was a well known 
secret then?”
 
Rumil nodded firmly. “A –very- well known secret.”
 
Celeborn looked about and studied the Galadhrim who had gathered 
around them. On most faces he saw joy and approval, but a few seemed 
reluctant to accept that not only Galadriel warmed their Lord’s heart, but 
Haldir as well.
 
Realizing he had nothing to lose, Celeborn pulled Haldir close and placed 
a kiss on his lover’s sweet lips. “How I have missed you…” He breathed 
the words into Haldir’s mouth, who eagerly returned the kiss. “But now I 
have you back.”
 
“And I will never leave you again,” vowed Haldir, feeling utterly content 
at having Celeborn close. He would never understand why Galadriel had 
chosen to leave, and although he would miss her, he felt thankful as well. 
She had given Celeborn the chance to claim him openly. “Your heart is 
safe with me.”
 
Celeborn smiled warmly. “I know it is.” Haldir was in his arms, right 
where he belonged.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
“The time has come to leave,” said Glorfindel, packing their personal 
belongings into a bag. Looking at Elrond, he found that the half-Elf was 
walking toward him. Elrond’s walk was still a bit awkward, but the 
bandages were gone and the pain had left. Elrond needed to exercise his 
ankles, and Glorfindel lovingly massaged his dark-haired lover’s limbs 
each evening before they turned in to sleep. 
 
Elrond came to a stop behind the blond and wrapped his arms around the 
Elda’s waist. During these last few weeks their love and bond had grown 
stronger, and both now realized they could no longer live without the 
other. Their bond had become unbreakable. 
 
“Glorfindel, will you share my bedroom when we return to the last 
Homely House? I need you close at all times.” Elrond pressed his body 
closer to Glorfindel’s, deeply inhaling his lover’s musky scent. 
 
A smile surfaced on Glorfindel’s face. “Of course I will share your rooms, 
melamin.” Turning in the embrace, he folded his arms around Elrond’s 
waist and simply stared deeply into the half-Elf’s eyes. “Are you looking 
forward to returning to Imladris?”
 
“Aye, I am,” said Elrond slowly. “I have missed my sons.” Though 
Elladan and Thranduil had visited frequently he had barely seen Elrohir. 
“And I still worry about Erestor.”
 
Glorfindel licked his lips. “The last time Elladan visited, he told me that 
Erestor was getting better. The fact that Elrohir moved into Erestor’s 
rooms might have something to do with that. Whenever I visited Erestor, 
his rooms felt cold and lifeless. Elrohir’s presence should have a healing 
effect on Erestor.”
 
“I will talk to Erestor,” said Elrond softly. “Elrohir hinted that Erestor felt 
like he had betrayed my trust by falling in love with him.” 
 
Glorfindel inclined his head. “In that case your assurance might help.”
 
“I hope so.” Elrond leaned in closer and brushed the blond’s lips. “Thank 
you for taking me here. These last few weeks were divine.”
 
Glorfindel’s smile grew even smugger. “I have loved having you to 
myself.” He regretted having to share Elrond with the rest of Imladris 
upon their return. 
 
“But the nights will always belong to you,” said Elrond, reassuringly. “At 
night, I am yours.” Now that he had found this love, he would never let it 
slip away again.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
“Ada is coming home today,” said Elladan in a thoughtful tone as he 
watched Thranduil bend forward to slip into his leggings. Stretching lazily 
in bed, he grinned. Thranduil had proven to be quite a resourceful lover, 
and their love was deepening. What had started out as a mostly physical 
attraction was now gaining a spiritual and emotional depth as well. 
 
“We should welcome him home then.” Thranduil finished getting dressed 
and walked back to the bed where his young love shamelessly flaunted his 
naked body. “Did you speak to Elrohir and Erestor recently?” 
 
“I did.” Elladan couldn’t help being worried about Erestor. The raven-
haired advisor still made a withdrawn impression, and was only at ease 
when Elrohir was close. 
 
Thranduil looked out of the window and raised an eyebrow. “Elrond and 
Glorfindel are early.”
 
Elladan jumped to his feet and stared out of the window as well. His father 
and Glorfindel had just entered the courtyard! “Way too early!” He wasn’t 
even dressed yet! Elladan quickly slipped into burgundy robes and stepped 
into soft leather boots. “We are late!”
 
Thranduil laughed, amused. “Only a moment ago you were unwilling to 
leave the bed!”
 
But Elladan paid his lover no more attention, heading for his father’s 
rooms. “Ada! Glorfindel!” 
 
Elrond stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. “Elladan!” 
After turning about, he opened his arms and caught Elladan in them. “It is 
good to be home.” Elrond buried his oldest son in a warm hug. 
 
“I missed you too,” whispered Elladan into Elrond’s robes. 
 
Elrond looked up at Thranduil after placing a kiss on the top of his son’s 
head. “Thranduil.”
 
“Elrond.” For one brief moment Thranduil didn’t know what to do, but 
then he drew in a deep breath and added, “I hope I ruled Imladris to your 
satisfaction. Erestor and Elladan have also helped.”
 
Elrond nodded thankfully. “I am sure you did well.”
 
“Would you like me to escort you to your rooms?” asked Elladan, eagerly. 
 
“I want to talk to Elrohir and Erestor first,” said Elrond. “I can rest later.” 
The trip back home had tired him, and it would be a while before his old 
stamina returned. 
 
Elladan reluctantly released Elrond from the embrace. “Tread carefully, 
Ada. Although Erestor seems to be getting better, he still looks haunted.”
 
“I will be careful,” Elrond assured Elladan, and then turned to address 
Glorfindel. “Can you take our things to my  rooms? I want to talk to 
Elrohir and Erestor in private.”
 
Glorfindel nodded and signaled for Elladan and Thranduil to join him. 
Their expressions told him that they were curious to learn how Elrond was 
really doing, and he wanted to assure them that the half-Elf was 
recovering.
 
Elrond caressed a golden lock and gave Glorfindel a look filled with 
longing. “Tonight…” he hinted.
 
Glorfindel smiled warmly. Yes, during the night Elrond belonged to him, 
and he would make love to his dark haired half-Elf until the crack of 
dawn.
 
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The knock on the door startled Erestor. It couldn’t be Elrohir. The young 
half-Elf had left only minutes ago to fetch lunch from the kitchen. /And 
Elrohir does not knock any more./ Elrohir felt quite at home in his rooms 
and moved about with confidence and ease.  “Enter…”
 
Elrond pushed the door open and entered slowly, giving Erestor a chance 
to get used to his unexpected presence. “Erestor, mellon-nîn.” He inclined 
his head in greeting, and noticed the slightly startled expression in the 
other’s eyes.
 
“Elrond…” Erestor stared at Elrond; he had been under the impression 
that Elrond and Glorfindel would return home later than this and he had 
hoped to mentally prepare himself for the confrontation. Lowering his 
eyes, he stared at the floor, and his hands twitched convulsively. 
 
Elrond frowned at seeing Erestor’s distress. “Erestor? Please calm down.” 
He slowly advanced on his old friend and gently claimed the other’s 
hands. “Why won’t you look at me?”
 
“I feel I betrayed your trust. Elrohir was my student and -- “
 
Elrond cut him short. “Elrohir reached maturity many years ago, and, like 
Elladan, he is free to choose his mate. And he chose well.” He hoped his 
words reassured Erestor. He disliked seeing Erestor this upset. “You never 
betrayed my trust, mellon-nîn.” 
 
Erestor still didn’t meet his gaze and Elrond placed two fingers beneath 
his advisor’s chin, forcing the other to look at him. “I always hoped you 
would find love, and I admire you for finding the courage to try again after 
what happened to you. You are a very brave soul, Erestor.” Seeing Erestor 
was about to laugh bitterly, he shushed the Elf by resting a finger against 
his lips. “I mean it. You are very brave.”
 
The embittered laugh never echoed through the room, and Erestor 
tentatively searched Elrond’s eyes. “I never thought you would accept me 
as your son’s lover.” 
 
“You should know me better than that,” said Elrond, disapprovingly. “Is 
that why you never visited?”
 
Erestor nodded weakly. “I lacked the courage to face you.”
 
“I trust that has now changed?” Elrond hoped he had gotten through to 
Erestor. 
 
“I am beginning to understand,” admitted Erestor softly. Movement near 
the doorway attracted his attention, and he released a relieved sigh at 
seeing Elrohir enter. 
 
The twin placed the tray, filled with food items, on a table and headed for 
Elrond. “Ada! Why did you not let us know you had already arrived?” 
Locking his arms around Elrond’s waist, he pulled his father close. “How 
are your ankles? Does it hurt to walk? And where is Glorfindel?”
 
“Too many questions,” laughed Elrond, tousling his youngest son’s hair. 
“You look well, Elrohir.” He had expected to find his son looking tired 
and mentally exhausted, but Elrohir radiated joy and love. 
 
“Erestor has everything to do with that.” Elrohir let go of his father and 
joined Erestor, brushing away the black locks that hid the elder Elf’s face 
from view. “Stop hiding, Arato-nîn.” 
 
Elrond smiled approvingly at hearing the endearment. “Erestor, Elrohir is 
right. There is no need to hide. I hope the two of you will be happy.” 
 
Sensing Erestor’s unease, Elrohir said, “Ada, now I know why you always 
locked Erestor in your study and spent your evenings in his company and 
Glorfindel’s. If I had known what a treasure Erestor was, I would have 
stolen him away from you a long time ago. In future Erestor will spend his 
evenings with me, though. I am sure Glorfindel will find ways to make up 
for your loss.”
 
Erestor looked at Elrohir at hearing those words. Elrohir was claiming him 
in front of Elrond! His eyes darted nervously, waiting for Elrond’s 
reaction. 
 
Elrond smiled, pleased. “Why should I begrudge you the company of your 
love, Elrohir, when I crave having mine close?” Realizing the time had 
come to give them some privacy Elrond moved back to the doorway. 
“Take good care of each other. “
 
“We will,” said Erestor and Elrohir simultaneously, and it brought a smile 
to their faces. 
 
Elrond smiled privately as he closed the door behind them, certain that 
Erestor and Elrohir loved each other.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Elrohir claimed Erestor’s right hand and cradled it within his own, gently 
rubbing the soft skin. “You heard Ada. He approves of our love.” He 
hoped his father’s words had eased Erestor’s mind. “He does not think you 
betrayed his trust and he wants us to be happy.”
 
During the last few days, Erestor had become more responsive to his 
touches, and Elrohir now hoped to take another step. “I want you as my 
mate, my lover, my heart. Do you accept me?”
 
Erestor trembled. “Elrohir, do not bind yourself to me in that way.”
 
“But I want to be with you. I have had ample time to think about our 
relationship, and I want to be with you.” Elrohir placed the palm of his 
hand against Erestor’s cheek, seeing tears lurk in the dark eyes. “Do not 
cry anymore, Arato-nîn, and let me love you.” Elrohir licked his lips and 
then claimed Erestor’s, instigating a slow kiss. 
 
Erestor moaned, surprised, at feeling Elrohir’s hands slip beneath his robes 
to stroke his back. These last few days he had grown used to his lover’s 
touch on his bare skin, and now butterflies teased his insides. “Elrohir, 
what are you doing to me?” 
 
Elrohir reluctantly released Erestor’s lips and placed his hands on either 
side of his lover’s head, whilst looking into Erestor’s eyes. “I can no 
longer envision a life without you, your love. I refuse to lose you to 
insecurities and doubts, and therefore I ask; will you make love with me? 
Will you let me touch you and show you that love has returned to your 
heart?”
 
Erestor nervously cleared his throat. “Elrohir, you do not know what you 
are asking.” He had only just grown used to his lover’s touch and the 
sensual kisses, and doubted he was ready to make love. 
 
“Do not allow your fears to keep you back, Arato-nîn. You said you trust 
me, and you know I would never hurt you. What holds you back?”
 
Erestor’s nervousness increased, seeing the determined expression in 
Elrohir’s eyes. “I am afraid I will disappoint you. I do not want to lose you 
because –“
 
“You won’t disappoint me, and you will never lose me. My heart is yours 
as long as I live.”
 
“But pen-neth, what if the memories of that night get the better of me and 
I panic?” Erestor averted his eyes. “I am not sure I can take that step.”
 
“You cannot know for certain until you tried.” Elrohir held his breath 
involuntarily, praying that Erestor would find the courage to try. It would 
be a major step toward healing. “Please, Erestor, do not be afraid.”
 
Erestor sighed deeply. “Pen-neth, if you want me, you can have me. I 
merely pray I won’t disappoint you.” Erestor’s hands had turned clammy 
as his nerves raged out of control. “Do you want to do this now?” 
 
“Not right now,” said Elrohir, trying to calm Erestor’s nerves. “Let me 
choose the moment?”
 
Erestor nodded tentatively. /Elbereth, please do not let me panic. I do not 
want him to turn away and leave me. I need him!/
 
Elrohir saw the fear in Erestor’s eyes and settled for a tight hug. /Tonight, 
Arato-nîn. We will make love tonight./
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Erestor relaxed when Elrond, Glorfindel, Thranduil and Elladan joined 
them in the dining room. Their chat and bantering made him let down his 
guard and he watched Thranduil, surprised at the Elf’s mellow attitude. 
Elladan had warmed Thranduil’s heart, and gone was past bitterness. 
 
Glorfindel complied when Elrond asked the Elda to play the flute, and all 
grew quiet, listening to the hauntingly beautiful melody. Every now and 
then, Elrohir’s eyes sought out his, and Erestor smiled warmly at the 
young half-Elf. 
 
Dinner came to an end, and Thranduil and Elladan were the first to excuse 
themselves. Erestor noticed Elrond’s knowing expression when Elladan 
pulled Thranduil along. It was obvious who was in charge of that 
relationship, and the knowledge made him giggle. 
 
Elrohir looked at Erestor in surprise, hearing the Noldorin Elf giggle. Had 
he ever hear that particular sound before? He instantly liked it and decided 
he wanted to hear it more often. 
 
A servant appeared in the doorway and nodded once. Ah, everything was 
ready then. Elrohir looked at his father and said, “Ada, the journey must 
have tired you. You should rest. Erestor and I will retire now for the night. 
We will see you at breakfast?”
 
Elrond tried to hide his smile, knowing Elrohir well enough to realize his 
youngest was up to something -- and it probably involved Erestor. “You 
are becoming just as bad as Glorfindel. He is constantly fussing over me 
as well. Aye, you had better retire now.”
 
Erestor was still laughing softly. Against all odds, he felt calm and relaxed 
as he rose from his chair to fall in step beside Elrohir. 
 
Elrohir noticed Erestor’s relaxed mood and wrapped an arm around the 
elder Elf. “I am glad they are back. I missed Ada and Glorfindel.”
 
Erestor agreed. “It is a pleasure to have them back.” 
 
Elrohir fought hard to remain calm now that they were approaching 
Erestor’s rooms. Pushing the door open, he let Erestor enter first and he 
prayed fervently that Erestor wouldn’t panic.
 
Erestor halted in his tracks, staring at his room in amazement. A sea of 
scented candles radiated a warm and enchanting light, and the sweet 
fragrance of sandalwood and lavender filled his rooms. Rose petals 
covered the floor, and the open window allowed in the moon’s silver 
beams.
 
“Elrohir?” Erestor’s voice trembled as he looked at the young half-Elf 
standing behind him.
 
“I hope you like it,” said Elrohir shyly. Biting his bottom lip, he waited for 
Erestor to say something. Had he gone overboard or did Erestor think it 
romantic? He had never been this nervous before.
 
“It is beautiful,” whispered Erestor, taken aback that Elrohir had gone to 
such great lengths to create a romantic atmosphere in his rooms. 
 
“And I want you to know that there is no pressure. Just say no when you 
feel uncomfortable. Nothing has to happen tonight, but—“
 
“But you hope it will,” finished Erestor for him. 
 
“Aye, I do.” Elrohir raised his right hand and gently touched Erestor’s 
lips. “You mean so much to me and I hope…” His voice faltered. 
 
Erestor couldn’t deny him, and after taking Elrohir’s hand, he pulled the 
half-Elf into his rooms. The door closed behind them and Erestor’s gaze 
lingered on the bed, covered with soft, silk sheets. A single rose rested on 
the pillow, a testimony to Elrohir’s love for him. Only a few hours ago he 
had been afraid that he would never be able to express the full extent of 
his love, but now he was growing hopeful. “Show me what it is like to 
make love.”
 
“Erestor, I have never been with a male before. This is new to me as well.” 
Noticing Erestor’s surprise, Elrohir smiled, amused. “You are not the only 
one feeling nervous.”
 
For some reason Elrohir’s admission made Erestor feel even more relaxed. 
“Then we will learn together.” 
 
Elrohir slowly leaned in closer and claimed Erestor’s lips. Parting his 
teeth, he invited Erestor to explore his mouth. Erestor accepted the 
invitation, and their tongues curled around each other in a gentle, long 
caress. 
 
Pulling back slightly, Elrohir smiled. “Amin mela lle, Arato-nîn.” 
 
“Aiya, pen-neth…” Word eluded him and he settled for another kiss. 
Elrohir responded eagerly and pressed his body against his. Erestor’s eyes 
widened, realizing he was reacting to Elrohir’s closeness. His groin stirred 
in eager anticipation.
 
Elrohir smiled knowingly, feeling Erestor’s hardened flesh against his 
thigh. All evening long he had been nervous, afraid that Erestor wasn’t 
ready after all, but now his confidence returned. Holding Erestor’s hand in 
his, he led his lover to the bed. 
 
Erestor quivered with need and desire, barely believing he was reacting 
this passionately. He had expected to freeze and panic when Elrohir made 
his move, but his body hummed with warmth and the only thing he could 
think of was kissing Elrohir again and slowly exploring the half-Elf’s 
body with his fingertips. 
 
Surprise showed in Erestor’s eyes and Elrohir smiled encouragingly. “May 
I undress you?”
 
Erestor suddenly wavered, remembering the scars his body carried. “Pen-
neth –“
 
“Do not feel ashamed, Erestor.” Elrohir once more tensed, realizing 
Erestor faced another test. Rubbing Erestor’s knuckles, he waited patiently 
for the other to reach a decision. 
 
“Aye, you may.” Erestor briefly closed his eyes, puzzled that he had found 
the courage to go through with this. He had never thought he would. 
 
“Thank you for trusting me,” said Elrohir, realizing how hard this was on 
Erestor. His fingers slowly unbuttoned the robes, and he watched them 
slide down the alabaster skin until they pooled at Erestor’s feet. 
“Beautiful,” he whispered honestly. 
 
Erestor blushed weakly, standing in front of Elrohir. “I am not beautiful.” 
 
“But you are!” Elrohir brought his arms up behind Erestor’s back, and 
caressed the soft skin whilst pulling the elder Elf closer. “Let me love 
you,” he whispered against Erestor’s lips. 
 
Erestor barely managed a nod. His mouth had gone dry and he stared 
entranced at Elrohir, whose hands now caressed his sides. His breath 
caught when Elrohir knelt in front of him. Soft hands and lips trailed down 
his stomach, down his thighs, and unable to keep quiet any longer, he 
released a soft whimper. 
 
Elrohir smiled wickedly. Licking his lover’s skin, he rose to his feet again, 
this time encountering two hardened nipples that begged for his touch. 
Lapping at one and then the other, he delighted in hearing Erestor’s 
passionate moans. 
 
Erestor’s eyes widened as Elrohir folded both arms around him and then 
lowered him onto the bed. Rose petals were crushed beneath him and 
released their sweet fragrance. 
 
Elrohir took hold of the rose and placed it on Erestor’s chest. He’d had the 
thorns removed, not wanting to accidentally hurt his lover. His fingers 
wrapped around the stem and he slowly dragged the soft petals over 
Erestor’s skin. “Beautiful.” Looking at Erestor, he dared the other to deny 
it.
 
Lost for words, Erestor stared at his lover. Elrohir’s eyes had turned a dark 
shade of brown and he could see red specks inside the iris. Elrohir was 
kneeling at his side, and he appreciated that the half-Elf didn’t try to 
straddle him. That would most certainly trigger bad memories. 
 
His hands shook violently when they reached for Elrohir’s robes, slowly 
removing them. He wanted to see his young lover naked. 
 
Elrohir complied happily, removed his robes and dropped the garments to 
the floor. They made skin-on-skin contact, and both moaned at the 
exquisite sensation.  Elrohir’s hands settled on Erestor’s shoulders, 
massaging the tense muscles there. 
 
Erestor surprised himself by reaching for Elrohir and wrapping his arms 
around him. Pulling Elrohir close, he forced the half-Elf to lie down beside 
him. Arms and legs became a tangled mess when he touched his lips to 
Elrohir’s, trying to pull him as close as possible. 
 
The sudden passion that had appeared in Erestor’s eyes fed Elrohir’s and 
his hands traveled lower. Slowly, giving Erestor a chance to say no, he 
curled his fingers around his lover’s erection, stroking slowly. 
 
An ecstatic expression shone from Erestor’s dark eyes at feeling Elrohir’s 
touch. “Pen-neth—“
 
“Hush, do not talk. There is no need for words.” Elrohir smiled, instigating 
another kiss, and pre-ejaculate dripped from the head of the other’s 
erection. 
 
“It has been so long,” whispered Erestor. He felt torn between weeping in 
joy and laughing in relief. For so long he had been afraid to take this step, 
and now that he lay in his lover’s arms, he wanted more. He moaned, 
dismayed, when Elrohir stopped his caresses and sat upright, looking at 
him. 
 
“Will you make love to me?” Elrohir dotingly looked at Erestor. “Will you 
claim me as your own?”
 
Erestor swallowed nervously. “Pen-neth, I do not know if I can.”
 
“Your body says you can.” Erestor was still hard, and his lover’s body 
arched toward him. “I want you to take me.”
 
Erestor abruptly sat upright as well, staring deeply into Elrohir’s eyes. 
“There will be pain.”
 
“Nay, there will be pleasure,” said Elrohir firmly. “Your touch will only 
bring me ecstasy.” 
 
Seeing the confidence in Elrohir’s eyes, Erestor found he wanted to make 
love as well, but – Could he follow through? What if dark memories 
surfaced? “Are you sure?”
 
Elrohir nodded. “I am sure. Make love to me, Arato-nîn.” 
 
Erestor enfolded his young lover in a tight embrace, kissing him 
passionately and bruising soft lips in the process. “I want to make love to 
you as well,” he whispered passionately. “What do I do next?”
 
Elrohir uncovered a small flask from beneath the pillow and opened it. 
After taking Erestor’s hand in his, he covered the elder’s Elf’s fingers with 
oil. Pulling Erestor along, he lay down on his back and parted his legs so 
his lover could settle between his thighs. “Touch me.” 
 
Erestor couldn’t hide the tremors that coursed through him as he placed 
one finger at the entrance to Elrohir’s body. He maintained eye contact, 
ready to pull away at the first notion of discomfort on Elrohir’s face, but 
the half-Elf stared at him in rapture when his finger probed deeper within 
his lover’s passage.
 
Elrohir’s eyes widened in pleasure when Erestor’s fingertip touched a spot 
inside him that made him squirm in want. Elladan had told him what to 
expect, and he had never felt more thankful that they were able to talk 
about everything. At least now he felt prepared, and knowing what was 
about to happen took away most of his nervousness. “Do it again,” he 
whispered hoarsely. 
 
Erestor tried to aim for the same spot and Elrohir wiggled beneath him, 
trying to move closer to him. “Is it pleasurable?” He knew his question 
sounded stupid, but Elrohir’s reaction intrigued him. He had only felt pain 
that night – but no, he wasn’t going to think about that dark cave and –
 
“Arato-nîn?” Elrohir grew worried, seeing the dark and haunted 
expression in Erestor’s eyes. 
 
Erestor shook his head, angrily chasing away those horrid memories. He 
was with Elrohir now and they loved each other. There would be no pain, 
only pleasure. 
 
Seeing Elrohir’s worried look, Erestor soothed him. “’Tis nothing.” 
Removing his finger from Elrohir’s body, he smiled weakly at seeing the 
disappointment in the half-Elf’s eyes.
 
“Add more oil,” said Elrohir, relieved that the memories hadn’t taken a 
hold on Erestor. 
 
Erestor complied and returned with two fingers, once more aiming for that 
spot that made Elrohir whimper again. 
 
Elrohir arched his back, trying to guide Erestor whilst the elder Elf’s 
fingers probed his passage. “Erestor? Arato-nîn? Make love to me?” 
 
Erestor wavered, but Elrohir acted at once. He took hold of the flask and 
poured oil onto his hands. 
 
Erestor blinked; Elrohir was rubbing the oil onto his erection. “Pen-neth, 
I—“ Elrohir pulled him on top of his body and his lover wrapped his 
fingers around his erection. Suddenly he was positioned at the entrance to 
his lover’s body, and when Elrohir raised his hips unexpectedly, the head 
of his erection easily slid past the guardian muscle. Stunned, he looked 
down at where their bodies were now joined. Elrohir pulled him close, 
wrapped his legs around his waist and held him close. 
 
Searching Elrohir’s face for any signs of pain, Erestor only saw rapture 
and ecstasy in the half-Elf’s eyes. “Am I hurting you?” He was afraid to 
move. In the back of his head, painful memories tugged at his awareness, 
but he refused to admit them. 
 
“Hurting me?” Elrohir smiled giddily. “Erestor, I never felt like this before 
and I want more. Will you move? I am about to come and I do not want to 
leave you behind.” He rocked his hips slightly, and gasped at the sensation 
washing over him. 
 
Seeing the need in Elrohir’s eyes, Erestor thrust experimentally, concerned 
he could accidentally hurt his lover. Small moans of passion tumbled from 
Elrohir’s lips at his next thrust. Whilst touching his lips to his lover’s, 
Erestor established a rhythm. Fears and doubts were discarded as he lost 
himself in this ancient motion. 
 
Elrohir clung to Erestor, meeting each of his lover’s thrusts with one of his 
own. Unable to hold back any longer, his body tensed before release swept 
through him. 
 
A creamy liquid splashed onto his stomach and Erestor released a 
strangled yelp, as spasms contracted around his erection. Staring at Elrohir 
with big eyes, he reached orgasm as well, holding onto the half-Elf while 
sweet tremors vibrated through his body. Exhausted, he collapsed atop of 
Elrohir. 
 
Holding Erestor tightly, Elrohir smiled. He stroked the long, black hair 
and listened to Erestor pant. /I suppose you surprised yourself,/ mused 
Elrohir pleased. 
 
“I cannot believe I… We—“
 
“You made love to me, melamin.” Elrohir moaned softly as Erestor pulled 
back. “I enjoyed feeling you inside me.” Stunned disbelief stared back at 
him from Erestor’s dark eyes. “I am so proud of you, Arato-nîn.” 
 
A blush spread over Erestor’s face. “I did not think I could do that. You 
made the difference, pen-neth. I could only take this step because it was 
you; I trust you.”
 
Elrohir nodded, realizing the truth in Erestor’s words. He reached for a 
corner of the sheet and cleaned them up. “Come here, melamin. I want to 
hold you through the night.” 
 
But Erestor shook his head. “Nay, let me hold you instead.” He managed 
to take hold of the blanket tucked away at their feet and covered their 
cooling bodies with it. Wrapping his arms around Elrohir, he relished 
holding the half-Elf this close without feeling afraid or intimidated. 
 
Elrohir glanced up at Erestor and saw the pleased smile on the elder Elf’s 
face. “Things have changed, have they not?”
 
“-I- have changed, I think,” mused Erestor, feeling sleep sneak up on him. 
“I am no longer afraid.”
 
“Good,” said Elrohir, smugly. “And now I am sure you are mine.”
 
Erestor smiled. “I love you as well, pen-neth.” Not receiving a witty reply, 
he peeked at Elrohir and found that the half-Elf’s eyes had closed. “Sleep, 
pen-neth. Tonight I will watch over you and guard your dreams.” 
 
But Elrohir no longer heard his promises, sound asleep now. Erestor 
marveled at the half-Elf in his arms. “You made me accept my fears and 
doubts and helped me overcome them. You are the most precious gift ever 
given to me. I will protect and love you as long as I live, and I will never 
let you go.” 
 
Pressing a kiss on the tangled hair, Erestor felt truly content for the first 
time in centuries. 
 
The End.
February 2003
 
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