Title: The Lord’s Minstrel 12/?? Author: Tena faramirhaldir@yahoo.com Type: FPS Rating: G this chapter Pairing: none Disclaimer: These characters are from the brilliant mind of J.R.R. Tolkien. I make no claim to them or make no money from this story. Warnings: none for this chapter. Archived: http://faramirhaldir.livejournal.com/, OEAM Summary: This is a story about how Lindir came to Imladris and the events that made him the Lord’s Minstrel. Author’s note: I wrote a drabble in which Lindir finally expresses his love for Elrond. This is an expansion on their story. It involves events before, during and after the drabble. If you wish to read the drabble, it is at my LJ. http://faramirhaldir.livejournal.com/2006/03/31/ AN #2: Thank you to Laur for giving me the courage to pair Lindir with this elf. Chapter Summary: Arwen is born and in love. A festival begins in Imladris and Lindir meets someone intriguing. Lindir was on the training grounds with Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel. “Elladan, you have improved greatly since we last sparred.” Lindir said proudly. “Thanks to you, meldir. If you had not practiced with us, neither of us could wield these long knives as we do.” Elladan smiled and hugged the minstrel. Elrohir and Glorfindel leaned against the fence with the others. “I cannot believe we are celebrating your majority tomorrow. It seems only yesterday I was being chased around the gardens by you.” Elrohir laughed. “You were the best troll, Lindir,” he looked at the ground and the back to Lindir, “and the most beautiful one.” Lindir blushed. “Well, I had the most beautiful elfling warriors chasing me.” “We love you, Lindir.” They both hugged him and Glorfindel chuckled. “What about me?” They both looked at Glorfindel and back to each other. “Naaa…not so much.” They both began to laugh and ran to the house with Glorfindel and the beautiful troll in hot pursuit. The next night, the celebration lasted late into the night. Everyone danced and drank and everyone waited their turn to dance with the twins. Elrond and Celebrian smiled at all the attention their sons garnered and snickered at Erestor and Glorfindel who rarely left the dark corner they had stayed in most of the night. As the party broke and everyone was leaving, Lindir packed away his instruments and bid the other minstrels good night. Lindir decided to take a walk in the night air to help clear his head. He found himself in the garden he and Celebrian shared so many afternoons in with the twins. He thought of Orophin and his time in Lothlorien and he thought of Elrond. He knew he would never have Elrond’s love, not the way he wanted. He just could not seem to move on from the hope of his love. Lindir could hear Elrond’s voice in his head as he remembered the day Elrond told him what he did not want to hear. “I want you to feel free to love. I want love as well, but I also wish for a family and my own children. I do not wish to hold you back from finding your own love, pen neth.” I have begun to hate being called pen neth. Lindir thought. I do not wish to be his pen neth. I want to be his meleth. Lindir silently berated himself for his thoughts and blamed the wine. He quietly moved through the house and back to his rooms. Quickly bathing, he buried himself under the covered and fell into a fitful sleep. Lindir missed the twins now that they were going on patrols regularly and he could not help but worry for them. The house was bustling again getting ready for the newest addition. Lindir and Celebrian had again, begun they afternoons in the garden when the weather permitted. The afternoon came when, during their lunch Celebrian suddenly began to pant. “Lindir, it is time to go to the healing wing. I believe the baby is ready to make her appearance.” “My lady, here, I will help you,” as he help her stand, her words finally hit him. “Her? Did you say her?” “Please do not tell Elrond. I told him I did not know.” Lindir grinned. “Oh an ellith! How wonderful.” Lindir asked a guard to get Lord Elrond. The next day Lindir sat with Celebrian in the private sitting room. “She is so beautiful, my lady.” “Thank you, Lindir. I think she likes you very much.” “I like her too. Princess Arwen, I do believe you will put all the other ellith to shame with your beauty.” “I think between you and Elrond, she will be quite spoiled.” Celebrian chuckled. “Oh, I hope so, my lady.” Lindir grinned. As Arwen grew, she was never far from Lindir. She made sure she sat next to him at meals and at his feet when he played or sang. She would watch him and look at him adoringly. Lindir always sought her if he was going outside, knowing she would want to come along. On a beautiful spring afternoon, Arwen was thirty-five, she and Lindir were sitting near the waterfall and Lindir played his flute. “I love listening to you play, Lindir.” I love playing for you, fileg-nin.” He smiled thinking of the first time he was called my bird by Orophin. Arwen sat close to Lindir and stared very hard at him. “Lindir, I want to ask you something.” Lindir grinned and almost chuckled at the serious expression she wore. “You may ask me anything, my princess.” “Will you marry me?” Arwen held his hands in her smaller ones and smiled. “Arwen, I love you very much, but you are still very young and will have so many others who will wish to court you and marry you.” “But, what if no one does? I would be a good wife. I would love you like nana loves ada.” She had no idea how those innocent words drove a knife right into his heart. He hugged her so she could not see his tears. After he had composed himself, he held her face in his hands and kissed her brow. “I know you will be a wonderful wife to someone, Arwen. I will always love you and be here for you, but there will be someone perfect for you and when he arrives, I hope I am there to witness the love you will share with him. Be patient, fileg-nin. You have plenty of time to find that wonderful perfect and special love.” “Thank you, my Lindir. If I do not find him, I will ask you again.” She giggled and together they walked hand in hand back to the house. Everyone had noticed the change in Lindir. Over the years, he had become more withdrawn and only seemed truly happy when he was with the twins or Arwen and when he was playing his music. He and Orophin had begun to correspond again and he was truly happy that his former lover was happily wed to Legolas. Orophin and Legolas lived two years in Lothlorien and another two in Mirkwood. Lindir dealt with Elrond only when he had to and saw him at meals. It was just too painful to be around him any more than he had to. Lindir had given thought to leaving Imladris, but where would he go. Lothlorien had too many memories of Orophin. He could not go to Mirkwood, Orophin and Legolas would be there. Even the Grey Haves were out of the question, Cirdan would be there and he knew he was waiting for the day he would be with Gil-galad. No, he was hopelessly stuck in Imladris, watching the only one to hold his heart, love another. Lindir had spent the morning in meetings with Erestor and Elrond, planning the events for the upcoming Summer Solstice. This year, Lothlorien and Mirkwood would be attending and Elrond wanted to put on the best celebration for his guests. Elrond and Erestor were deciding where each guest and their parties would stay, Glorfindel was making arrangements for the horses and wagons and Lindir, Celebrian and Arwen were in charge of decorating, the menus and the entertainment. Elladan and Elrohir would be arriving with the Lothlorien contingent, as they had spent the past year with their grandparents. The Mirkwood party would arrive last and Lindir was anxious to see Orophin and meet Legolas at last. Arwen, her mother and grandparents were in the gardens with Lindir when the announcement was made that the Mirkwood guests had arrived. They waited in the courtyard and Lindir smiled brightly as Orophin ran to greet him. With a quick bow to Elrond, Celebrian and his own lord and lady, Orophin grabbed Lindir and spun him around. “It is so good to see you, fileg-nin.” Orophin whispered. Legolas and Thranduil greeted everyone and thanked Lord Elrond for inviting them to the celebration. “You are most welcome, King Thranduil and you Prince Legolas. Please make yourselves at home here and if there is anything you want or need, just ask.” Legolas bowed and walked to Orophin and Lindir. Orophin took his husbands hand and introduced him to Lindir. “Legolas, this is my dear, dear friend, Lindir. Lindir, this is my husband Legolas.” Much to Lindir’s surprise, Legolas greeted him with his hand over his heart and then a hearty hug. “It is wonderful to meet you, Lindir. Orophin has told me so much about you. I just wish we could have met sooner.” Lindir blushed. “It is wonderful to finally meet you, Prince Legolas. Even though it is quite belated, may I offer you both congratulations on your marriage. Orophin, you look wonderful! So happy.” “I am, Lindir. How are you?” He asked as they began to walk into the house. “I am well, Orophin. I am keeping very busy. Many years ago, Lord Elrond made me Head Minstrel, so I have had extra duties to attend too.” “Well, it is about time. That is wonderful!” “Yes, congratulations, Lindir. Mirkwood could use a great minstrel like you. Maybe we could steal you away.” Legolas wiggled his eyebrows. “Thank you, Prince Legolas, but Imladris is my home, although I am very flattered.” Lindir walked Orophin and Legolas to their chambers and as he was leaving the door, he was passing opened, startling him. Lindir jumped and then bowed, he was sure this was King Thranduil but had not been introduced to him. “My lord, is there something I can help you with?” Thranduil smiled at the shy elf. “I thought someone knocked. I am sorry if I frightened you.” “No need to apologize. I am sorry we have not met. I am Lindir, Lord Elrond’s minstrel. It is an honor to meet you.” Thranduil raised his eyebrows. So this is the minstrel Orophin was involved with. Orophin was right he is indeed beautiful. “Master Lindir, It is indeed and honor to meet you.” Lindir blushed as Thranduil’s eyes roamed over his body. It had been so long since anyone looked at him this way. He had feared he might never feel his body react to another again. However, his body was indeed reacting to the longing look Thranduil was giving him. Lindir cleared his throat. “My lord, I am coming to escort Orophin and Legolas to dinner this evening. I would be honored if you would allow me to escort you, as well.” Did I just say that? Lindir thought to himself. “I would enjoy that very much, Lindir. I look forward to seeing you soon.” Thranduil took Lindir’s hand and softly kissed it, never taking his eyes off Lindir. He turned to go back into his room. As the door closed Lindir’s knees almost gave out. As he steadied himself and began to walk away, a smile began to spread across his face. Lindir began humming all the way back to his room. Title: The Lord’s Minstrel 13/?? Author: Tena faramirhaldir@yahoo.com Type: FPS Rating: PG-13 this chapter, NC-17 eventually Pairing: Lindir/Thranduil, Elrond/Celebrian Disclaimer: These characters are from the brilliant mind of J.R.R. Tolkien. I make no claim to them or make no money from this story. Warnings: none for this chapter. Consensual sex between males in later chapters. Archived: http://faramirhaldir.livejournal.com/ Summary: This is a story about how Lindir came to Imladris and the events that made him the Lord’s Minstrel. Author’s note: I wrote a drabble in which Lindir finally expresses his love for Elrond. This is an expansion on their story. It involves events before, during and after the drabble. If you wish to read the drabble, it is at my LJ. http://faramirhaldir.livejournal.com/2006/03/31/ Chapter Summary: Something grows for Lindir and Thranduil and Elrond does not handle it well. Lindir arrived and knocked on Orophin and Legolas’ door. As they walked passed Thranduil’s door, Lindir stopped and knocked. “Lindir, what are you doing?” Legolas asked. “I told your father I would escort him, as well.” Orophin grinned. “King Thranduil asked you to escort him?” At that moment, the door opened and Thranduil stepped into the hall. “No, Orophin, Lindir offered when I met him earlier,” he again took Lindir’s hand and kissed it. “How are you this evening, Lindir?” “I…I am…I am well, my lord. I hope you are well.” Lindir stammered. “I am now, Lindir. Shall we make our way to the dining hall? I feel the need for some of Elrond’s miruvor.” Lindir nodded and motioned for them to start moving down the hallway. Orophin and Legolas walked behind them, Legolas nudging Orophin who was grinning. Legolas mouthed, “What was that?” Orophin just shook his head trying not to laugh. As they walked, Orophin watched Lindir as Thranduil talked to him. Lindir was pointing out certain places or important items that were unique to the Homely House. The Galadhrim noticed how animated Lindir had become; he was smiling more than he had since they had arrived. He knew from the letters he and Lindir had exchanged that the minstrel was not as happy as he tried to make everyone believe. When he saw Lindir upon their arrival, he became more concerned. He did not shine as he normally did. His eyes were dull and his voice had even roughened, but now a bit of the “old” Lindir was beginning to show. They entered the dining hall, Thranduil and Lindir were laughing at something they had shared. Elrond eyed the pair and approached them. “Welcome, King Thranduil, Prince Legolas. Orophin, it is so good to see you again, pen neth,” he turned to Lindir. “Thank you for escorting our guests, Lindir.” “It was my pleasure, my lord.” He bowed his head and made his way to the table. Lady Celebrian stopped Lindir and kissed his cheek. “It is good to see you smiling, meldir.” “Thank you, my lady. It feels good to smile.” He nodded at her as she made her way to the guests. Lindir greeted Arwen, who just grinned at him. “Lindir, you are blushing. What is going on with you?” She whispered. Lindir just smiled and looked at Thranduil. “I am not sure, princess. What do you know of the king?” They walked to a table across the dining hall so they could not be heard. “Not much. I have met Legolas in Lothlorien, as you know, and Orophin speaks kindly of him. He rarely leaves Mirkwood. I was rather surprised he accepted Ada’s invitation.” “He is very fair, yes?” Arwen grinned and nodded. “When we met, he kissed my hand.” Lindir blushed. “Do you like him, Lindir?” “I think so. I would definitely like to know him better.” Lindir looked across the room at Thranduil, who was watching Lindir intently. Arwen took Lindir by the arm and led him back to the table. “I think he would like to know you better, as well.” Lindir sat next to Arwen during dinner, and on the opposite side of the table from Thranduil. This allowed them both to glance at each other all throughout the meal. After dinner, they all retired to the Hall of Fire, where Lindir and the minstrel group entertained the guests. While Thranduil made small talk with everyone so he would not appear rude, he never took his eyes off Lindir while he sang. Thranduil was mesmerized. Never had he heard such a beautiful voice. Never had he seen another so fair. Thranduil wanted to know this young one better, but a strange thought struck him. While he would admit to himself that he would desire to have this fair one, he also wanted to know him. Know about his life, his passions, his interests, his likes and dislikes. Several chairs away from Thranduil sat an elf lord who was not comfortable with what he was witnessing. His eyes narrowed and only when Celebrian placed her hand on his thigh, did he notice the music had stopped. The guests were bid a good night and Elrond and Celebrian left. Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn congratulated Lindir on a beautiful performance, leaving Thranduil and the younger elves to continue the festivities. Lindir sat next to Thranduil and the group talked of silly things they did when they were young. Thranduil felt slightly out of place, but he was not about to leave Lindir. Lindir seemed to sense the king’s unease. “Would you like to get some air? The gardens are beautiful at night.” “That would be lovely, Lindir.” They stood and walked out of the hall, all eyes watching them leave. Out in the garden, Lindir breathed deeply. Thranduil watched him, unable to take his eyes off the young minstrel. “I truly enjoyed listening to you sing. You have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard.” “That is very kind of you to say, my lord. Thank you.” “You can thank me by calling me Thranduil.” “My lord, that would not be proper. I do not think Lord Elrond would approve.” “No disrespect meant to Lord Elrond, but I really do not care if he would approve. I wish for you to call me Thranduil.” The king lifted his chin. Lindir almost laughed. He had never heard anyone talk about Lord Elrond that way. “Alright, but if he bans me from Imladris I will blame you.” Lindir chuckled. “If he is stupid enough to ban you from your home, you would be more than welcome in mine.” Thranduil was not smiling; he was very serious. Lindir was speechless and not sure how to respond. He just smiled and bowed his head. Lindir walked Thranduil to his chamber with a promise of showing him more of Imladris the next day. “I do not know when I have enjoyed myself so much. Thank you for your company this evening. I look forward to tomorrow.” Thranduil kissed Lindir’s brow and then his cheek. He wanted to devour the minstrel’s lips, but something told him to take his time. This one would be worth it. Lindir almost ran back to his rooms, his hand cupping the cheek that had just been kissed. His mind raced, what was happening, why was he having these feelings and why did he care? Just enjoy them he chided himself. Thranduil spent only the time necessary with Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian. He enjoyed speaking with Celebrian and her parents, but something in the tone of Elrond’s voice and the looks he was receiving made him most uncomfortable. He was not sure if he had done something to cause these reactions from the Imladrian lord, but he would eventually find the underlying cause. Lindir was enjoying spending as much time as possible with Thranduil. During the first night of the Summer Solstice celebration, there was a dance in the Hall of Fire. After Lindir sang, he was free to enjoy the dance. Arwen grabbed him first and they shared several dances. “Go and ask King Thranduil to dance.” Arwen teased. “Oh, I could not do that.” Lindir shook his head. The song ended and Arwen smiled. “Fine, then I will ask him.” She turned and walked up to the king and asked. Thranduil smiled, offered his arm and lead her to the center of the room. “Princess Arwen, you are a wonderful dancer.” Thranduil swung her around the floor. “Thank you, my lord. Lindir is a wonderful dancer, as well. I think you would enjoy dancing with him.” Arwen had no shame. As the song ended and a slower began, Thranduil walked Arwen off the floor. “Thank you, pen neth. I will take your advice.” Arwen giggled. He approached Lindir and took his hand. “Will you honor me with this dance, sweet minstrel?” “I would love too.” Lindir smiled, as he was lead onto the floor. The song was a beautiful ballad that Lindir began to sing quietly as Thranduil held him. Lindir felt Thranduil tighten his grip and pull him closer to his chest. Lindir was several inches shorter than the king was, but his head rested perfectly on his shoulder. The room began to disappear as they danced. Lindir could feel their breathing become the same and he closed his eyes. Several other couples remained dancing but stilled to dance in place and watch the beautiful minstrel sway with the Mirkwood king. Elrond filled his goblet for the second time since the song began. Celebrian watched her husband carefully. She knew what was tormenting him and that did not bother her. She was afraid others would discover the reason and she did not want Lindir or her husband hurt or embarrassed. “My love, come to the balcony with me.” Without thinking, Elrond followed her. When they reached the railing, Celebrian kissed her husband deeply. Elrond moaned into the kiss. As the kiss broke, Celebrian stroked his cheek. “Would you deny him his happiness?” Elrond did something only his wife saw him do. He cried. “I am sorry, my love.” “I know. I am not angry, simply worried. I know you love him; I have always known. Lindir deserves more, better. He deserves what we have. He longs to be loved in return and you cannot give him that,” Elrond hugged his wife tightly. He knew he did not deserve her and that made him love her even more. “Why did you not react this way when he was with Orophin? Why is it different this time?” “I am afraid Thranduil will use him. He will use him and cast him away, hurt him.” “It does not seem to me that is his intention. He has been very kind to Lindir. I have watched them, for Lindir is my friend and I care about him. Thranduil defers to Lindir, asks his opinion, and seeks him out for walks or to share a goblet of wine. He has not been aggressive in any way. I think Thranduil may truly care for Lindir.” Elrond bowed his head. “Now, I am really frightened. What if he takes him away?” “I do not think Lindir would leave Imladris, but would you forbid him if he wanted too?” “I do not know.” Elrond rested his head on Celebrian’s shoulder. She kissed the top of his head. “Come, my husband. Let us go back before we become the topic of gossip.” Elrond grabbed his wife and kissed her. “Let them talk; I care not.” At Thranduil’s door, Lindir wanted to ask the king something but hesitated. “What is it, my sweet?” Lindir smiled at the endearment. “I know the hour is late, but tomorrow I will be rather busy and until the evening dance, I may not get to see much of you. I was wondering if you would consider…rising rather early and letting me show you a truly beautiful part of our valley?” Thranduil’s smile was brilliant. “I would be happy to rise as early as you wish, especially if it means spending more time with you. What time should I be ready?” Lindir bit his bottom lip and grimaced. “Just before dawn.” Thranduil did not hesitate. “I will be ready. How shall I dress?” Lindir beamed. “In your riding clothes. I will come to get you then.” “See you in the morning, my sweet.” Thranduil did kiss Lindir on the lips, but it was a sweet soft kiss. Lindir smiled and inclined his head as Thranduil backed into his room. The next day was the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year. Events were planned all day. Warriors would be free to spar throughout the day, merchants would have their wares set up to sell around the courtyards, gardens and along the paths, and small groups of minstrels would roam the area, around the house, playing their music. Food and drink would be available for all who wished to partake. The events would begin with the tolling of the breakfast bells. As promised, just before dawn, Lindir knocked on Thranduil’s door and it was quickly opened. “Good morning, Thranduil. Are you ready?” “Good morning to you, my sweet Lindir. I am very ready. Shall we go?” They walked to the stables where their horses were waiting and began to ride. They rode along a path and then the king followed Lindir as they left the path and began riding through the trees. They were riding up a slope, when they came through the trees and into a clearing. Lindir rode to the backside of the clearing, which was slightly higher. Lindir motioned for Thranduil to dismount and then laid a blanket out and retrieved the basket he had brought. Thranduil watched as Lindir sat down and patted the blanket next to him. Thranduil sat down and Lindir whispered. “Watch.” He pointed to the horizon, just above the trees. In just a few moments, the first rays of Anor rose to shine in the sky. Thranduil gasped. “Oh, Lindir. That truly is a beautiful sight.” Lindir looked at him, the sun just kissing the kings face, and then leaned over and kissed him. Thranduil wrapped his arms around Lindir and kissed him properly. Thranduil flicked his tongue across Lindir’s lips and they opened easily. They swiped their tongues together and each moaned into the kiss. “I have wanted to do that since I open my door and first saw you.” Thranduil leaned back to kiss him again. “I have to admit. I have wished to kiss you like that since you kissed my cheek.” They stared at each other for a while, the sunrise forgotten as it crept across the clearing. They ate the fruit and sweetbread and drank the juice Lindir had brought, then after another wonderful kiss, began their journey back to the house. At the stables, Thranduil thanked Lindir and as they got to the steps, he pulled him in for another deep kiss. They walked into the house and went their separate ways with a plan to meet at the evening dance. From his balcony, Elrond witnessed the kiss, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the railing tightly. He turned abruptly and walked into his room. From their own balcony, Erestor and Glorfindel also witness the scene. “What are we going to do?” Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Erestor’s waist. “I am not sure what we can do. This was bound to happen. Lindir was not going to be alone forever and Elrond would not have handled it well no matter who it was.” Glorfindel kissed Erestor’s cheek. “I know, but Erestor, it is Thranduil.” “I know, my love. I know. Come, it is going to be a long day.” Tbc Title: The Lord’s Minstrel 14/?? Author: Tena faramirhaldir@yahoo.com Type: FPS Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Lindir/Thranduil Disclaimer: These characters are from the brilliant mind of J.R.R. Tolkien. I make no claim to them or make no money from this story. Warnings: Consensual sex between males. Archived: http://faramirhaldir.livejournal.com/ Summary: This is a story about how Lindir came to Imladris and the events that made him the Lord’s Minstrel. Author’s note: I wrote a drabble in which Lindir finally expresses his love for Elrond. This is an expansion on their story. It involves events before, during and after the drabble. If you wish to read the drabble, it is at my LJ. http://faramirhaldir.livejournal.com/2006/03/31/ Chapter Summary: A dance to remember. Lindir was indeed busy all day. He and Thranduil would catch sight of each other from time to time but Lindir was not able to stop and talk. Once, in the early afternoon, Lindir was going to check on a strolling band of minstrels and he passed the training grounds. Thranduil was sparring with Glorfindel and Lindir thought he would faint. Thranduil’s skin glistened with sweat. He was shirtless and wielding a sword. Though Glorfindel was broader than Thranduil, it was just barely. Lindir paused to watch them from the trees. Thranduil’s massive chest muscles flexed as he swung the sword and Lindir imagined those arms wrapping around him. He noticed how large the king’s thigh muscles were in his snug leggings. He imagined feeling those strong thighs locked around his waist. Lindir was so lost in thought that he did not hear Elrond clear his throat. “Lindir, is everything ready for this evenings dance?” “What…oh, Lord Elrond. I am sorry. Yes, yes everything is ready. It will be a lovely evening and the dance will be enjoyed by all, I am sure.” Lindir tried to look away from the sparring ring, but found he could not. “Lindir, you have been spending much time with King Thranduil.” “Yes, my lord. He has been very kind and I have enjoyed showing him around our home.” “I think he has enjoyed it too, pen neth.” Lindir thought to himself. ‘There is that damn word again. Pen neth, that is all I will ever be too him’ “He seems to be enjoying his stay, my lord.” Lindir ground out, trying not to sound angry. “Be careful, pen neth. Thranduil will only be staying a few more weeks and your duties are here.” With that, Elrond walked towards the ring. Elrond did not see the hurt look on Lindir’s face or the tears building in his eyes. Lindir stormed off, down the path. As he got further away, he became more and more angry. “My duties, my duties, as if I do not know where my duties lie. How dare he, he would deny me his love and want no other to love me. I will be Melkor’s champion before he will deny me any more happiness.” Lindir stopped, took a deep breath, looked around to make sure no one had heard his outburst. He looked down at his clinched fists, opened them a few times, and then continued. Erestor and Lady Celebrian had frozen in place when they heard Lindir’s anger. Celebrian had put her hand over Erestor’s mouth to stop him from making their presence known and pulled him into the trees. “Elrond is hurting him and it is making me angry.” Celebrian whispered as they watched Lindir’s retreating form. “My lady, you know?” Erestor took her hand. Celebrian nodded her head. “I have always known, meldir. I could tell the way he looked at Lindir while they were in Lothlorien. I have watched them both watch each other. I love my husband, Erestor and he loves me, of that I have no doubt. Elrond has always had such a huge capacity to love and until now, his love for Lindir has never been a problem. For the first time, Elrond is threatened by someone who truly has feelings for our sweet Lindir.” “What do you think will happen? Is there anything we can do? Celebrian, I have never seen Elrond like this.” “I do not know what will happen, but I cannot see a solution where one or both of them are not hurt in the end. I fear for them. Erestor, we must be strong for both of them.” She tightened her grip on his hand. “We will, my lady. We all will. Glorfindel and I have notice the change in Elrond and we are worried,” he hugged her gently. “May I say, Celebrian, you astound me. You are so patient and loving. Most would be furious.” She smiled. “Most do not love Elrond Peredhel the way I do. If I doubted his love for me, it would be different, but I do not. Come, if we do not return soon, the guards will be out looking for us.” Erestor looked at her as they walked and thought. ‘Elrond does not deserve either of you.’ Lindir had calmed down some by the time Thranduil knocked on his door, ready to go to the dance. Thranduil’s breath caught in his throat at the sight Lindir presented. Because the dance was outside and in the evening, no formal robes were required and the dress was to be casual and comfortable. Lindir had chosen dark gray leggings that hugged his form tightly and black boots to the knee. A lavender tunic was worn, that brought out the violet color in his eyes. Lindir had brushed his hair until it shined like the sun and he wore it unbraided, falling to his waist. Thranduil wore black leggings and boots, a deep emerald green tunic and his hair, also unbraided. They stood, staring at each other for a brief moment. “Lindir, you look absolutely beautiful.” Thranduil unconsciously licked his lips. “That green tunic looks stunning on you, Thranduil.” Lindir wiggled his eyebrows. Thranduil laughed and offered Lindir his hand. “Let us away to the dance.” Lindir and Thranduil never left each other’s sides. Elrond stayed with Celebrian and visited with all the guests. The Lord of Imladris seemed to be handling things much better during the dance, even walking over and complimenting both Thranduil and Lindir on how wonderful they looked and hoping they enjoyed themselves. Lindir did take time to sing a song he had planned to perform. After that song was over, he signaled to the minstrels to begin a special song. The song was one of the drums only in a raw and sensual beat. Many heads turned to watch the dance area, wondering who would dance the Lover’s Dance. The younger elves did not recognize the beat, as it had not been performed in centuries. Thranduil looked across the dance area at Lindir who was beginning to move his hips and shoulders to the beat. Thranduil’s mouth went dry as Lindir slowly danced across the ground to stand before him and lead him to the center of the dance area. They never took their eyes from each other, wrapping their arms around their waists and moving their bodies together. All eyes were fixed on the pair of beautiful blonde elves, in the center of the dance area, swaying and holding each other. Their hips gyrated and pressed together, making their arousal obvious. Thranduil turned Lindir and held him tightly pressed against his own chest. Lindir reached back and held Thranduil by the hips. Thranduil kissed Lindir’s neck and licked his ear. The minstrel let his head fall back against the king’s shoulder. “Meleth, we should do something.” Glorfindel whispered to Erestor, noticing no one else was dancing. Erestor grinned and kissed Glorfindel’s lips. “Let us join them, my love.” They walk to the dance area and began dancing together in the same fashion. The opposition of the two lovers, one dark and one light, took some of the focus off Lindir and Thranduil, who were oblivious to anything around them. Thranduil leaned down and took Lindir’s lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Many elves watching smiled and seemed genuinely happy their minstrel was at last happy. Elrond maintained his composure, thanks to Celebrian and Lord Celeborn, who dragged Lady Galadriel and Elrond onto the floor to dance. As the dance began to wind down and blessings for another year were asked for, elves began departing and returning to their homes. Thranduil and Lindir walked into the house and at Thranduil’s door, Lindir stopped. Thranduil pulled Lindir in for a kiss and as he released Lindir, he looked deeply in his eyes. “Lindir, would you do me the honor of staying with me tonight?” He noticed Lindir’s hesitation. “We will do nothing you do not wish too, my sweet. I just do not wish to be parted from you.” These were the words no one had ever said to him and made him feel that they were true. He had never wanted anyone the way he wanted Thranduil. “Thranduil, I will stay with you. I would share myself with you, if you would have me.” Thranduil cupped Lindir’s face. “I would have you, if you will have me.” Lindir almost cried at how tender and kind the king was being. They walked into the king’s chamber hand in hand. Once inside, Thranduil led Lindir to the bed and slowly began removing his tunic, kissing each area of skin that was revealed. Lindir moaned at each touch of his soon to be lover’s lips on his skin. He began removing Thranduil’s tunic before reaching to loosen the lacings on his leggings. Thranduil eased Lindir’s leggings down and helped him step out of them before doing the same with his own. Lindir leaned forward, kissed the hardened pink nub and swirled his tongue around, eliciting a hiss from Thranduil. He moved to the other nipple and nipped it with his teeth. Thranduil’s head dropped back and he moaned as Lindir kissed and nipped at his chest, collarbones and neck. Thranduil lowered his head to kiss Lindir passionately, wrapping his arms around him and bringing their bodies in full contact. Lindir ran his hands over the king’s broad back and down to cup his firm round buttocks. The woodelf held Lindir’s head with one hand and the other traveled over the toned shoulder and back. He caressed Lindir’s hip and thigh and then, lifted his leg and held it to his hip. Lindir wrapped his leg around Thranduil waist and moaned as Thranduil gave his ass a squeeze. “I want you, Thranduil. I need you. Please.” “Yes, my sweet.” Thranduil laid Lindir on the bed and covered him with his own body. He began to kiss down Lindir’s chest, teasing his nipples and coming to the thick arousal jutting up from his groin. Thranduil licked his lips, smiled as he met Lindir’s eyes and took his member into his mouth, never stopping until Lindir’s erection hit the back of his throat. “By the Valar…oh, so good…” His voice cut off when Thranduil hummed deeply causing the vibrations to go from the tip of Lindir’s erection, all the way to his heart. Thranduil began an up and down motion, with the perfect amount of suction, that had Lindir writhing and thrashing under him. Thranduil’s mouth never left Lindir’s arousal as he reached for the oil, uncapped the bottle and slicked his fingers. He slowly and carefully brought his fingers to Lindir’s tiny puckered entrance. Lindir tensed, his heart beating wildly and his breathing harsh. He could not think rationally and he did not care. “Relax, my sweet. I do not wish to hurt you. Please relax.” Thranduil coaxed with his voice and returned to the arousal. Lindir breathed deep, trying to will his body to relax. He gave only a brief thought to what was happening. He no longer worried that he was giving away what he had hoped to save for Elrond. He was giving himself to one who truly cared for him and wanted him, someone who did not hide his feelings. With another deep breath, Lindir relaxed as Thranduil’s finger entered him. Lindir tried not to concentrate on the burning but on the gentle touch and care, Thranduil was displaying. As Thranduil added a second finger, Lindir began to move his hips and then lightening burst behind his eyes and his whole body convulsed, as Thranduil rubbed across his prostrate. Thranduil’s impossibly hard erection was trapped between his stomach and the bed and was begging for release, weeping heavily from the tip. With a few more strokes of his mouth and tongue, Lindir threw his head back and cried out as he erupted into the king’s mouth and down his throat. Thranduil moaned loudly at the sound of Lindir’s melodic voice raised in passion. When the body under him ceased its shaking, Thranduil released his spent arousal and climbed up the bed to kiss Lindir. Thranduil positioned himself and lifted Lindir’s legs to his shoulders. He looked into Lindir’s slightly glazed eyes and Lindir gave a smile and slight nod. Thranduil slowly entered Lindir, moaning as he slipped deeper into the tight passage. Lindir only felt a moment of discomfort, then only bliss at the sensation of being slowly filled by this elf he had come to care for. They never took their eyes from one another as they began a sensual dance, thrusting and countering, moaning and panting. Slowly Thranduil could feel his release building. He shook his head from side to side. “Let go, Thranduil. Come for me.” Lindir beautiful voice called his release from him. “Oh, yes, my sweet!” The king threw back his head and filled Lindir’s passage with his seed. Thranduil thought his release might never stop, when he finally fell into Lindir’s arms and they held each other tightly. They rolled to their side without releasing each other, kissing and caressing their exhausted bodies. Thranduil cleaned them and pulled Lindir tightly to him. “Thank was beautiful, my sweet. Thank you for sharing yourself with me.” Thranduil kissed his cheeks and brow. “Thank you, meleth. That was an incredible experience that I hope to experience again. Lindir grinned Thranduil threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, you will, my sweet. You will.” They kissed each other deeply, falling into reverie in each other’s arms. The next week went by very fast. Thranduil and Lindir spent every night together, together in passion, wrapped in each other’s arms, giving and taking until they were completely spent. Exhausted, they would sleep until the morning bird’s call for the beginning of the new day and then they would wake each other with kisses of passion. Thranduil sought out Orophin, before he and Haldir returned to Lothlorien. They sat in Orophin and Legolas’ room sharing wine. “Orophin, as you probably have noticed, I have become quite fond of Lindir.” “Yes, my lord. I have noticed. You both seem very happy.” “I have not felt this way in a very long time. Why did you and Lindir not work out?” Orophin hesitated, not wanting to say something he should not. “Sire, you are my husband’s father and I think of you as my father and feel somewhat protective of you. Lindir would never intentionally hurt anyone. He would never do anything to hurt or disrespect you, of this I am sure. Lindir was not able to give me his heart because it belonged to someone else. This other did not return his feelings but I am afraid Lindir has always held the hope that one day he would be loved by the other.” Orophin took a drink before continuing. “Please guard your heart, my lord. I am not sure Lindir is over that one. If a life long love is what you are wanting, I am not sure Lindir can offer you that. He may wish too and even say he will, but I am afraid his feelings are even deeper than he realizes. He has had to keep his buried deep for centuries now.” Thranduil thought for a moment. “Lord Elrond?” Orophin smiled. “You have noticed.” “Not in Lindir’s actions, but it would explain the looks Elrond gives me when Lindir and I are together.” Orophin nodded. “Thank you, Orophin. I hear what you are saying and will give it some thought.” Completely sated, Lindir lay atop Thranduil, his lower body between Thranduil’s legs and his head resting on his arms across Thranduil’s chest. The king lazily stroked Lindir’s back. “My sweet, I have a question for you.” Thranduil purred. “What is it, meleth?” Lindir looked up and propped his chin on his hands. “Would you consider coming to Mirkwood with me?” “Leave Imladris?” “Well, yes. I cannot bear the thought of leaving here without you.” Thranduil pulled his fingers through the golden hair. “I have not let myself even think of you leaving. It is too painful.” Lindir kissed his chest. “May I think about it? I do want to be with you, but I have duties here and I would need to make sure someone could handle them. Of course, I would need to ask Lord Elrond to give me leave from my duties.” “Of course, my sweet. Even if I must leave and then you change your mind, I would send an escort to come and get you.” Thranduil pulled Lindir up to Kiss him. Lindir knocked on Lord Elrond’s private study, being told he could find his lord there. “Enter.” Lindir opened the door as his stomach started doing flips. “My lord, may I speak with you. I can come back if this is a bad time.” “Of course, pen neth. Come in.” He motioned to a chair and was glad Thranduil was not with him. Lindir sat down and immediately began twisting his robes in his hands. “Lord Elrond, I have come to ask you something I never believed I would ask.” Elrond smiled and waited. “I have come to ask you to be relieved of my duties and I am not sure for how long.” “Why? Why do you want a leave?” Elrond’s eyebrow began creeping up his forehead. “I wish to go to Mirkwood with King Thranduil. He has asked me and I would like to accept. I am sure the other minstrel’s can handle my duties as we have no celebrations or official event up coming and…” “Nay, I will not give you leave. You belong here. You are MY minstrel!” Lindir startled at Elrond’s outburst and then became angry. “Yes, my lord, I am your minstrel and that is all I am to you.” “Why do you want to leave me? Why are you doing this too me?” Elrond stood abruptly, raising his voice. That was all Lindir could take. He stood and walked toe to toe with Elrond. “Why am I doing this to you? To you? You have done so much for me my entire life and I will never be able to repay you. I have done everything you have ever asked of me. I trained weapons, I stood by while you married, and I have loved your children as if they were my own. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. You ask me how I can do this to you. Well, Lord Elrond, I do nothing to you; I am finally doing something for ME!” Lindir’s tears began to fall and he was breathing hard. Elrond stood dumbfounded, eyes wide and tears threatening to fall. “Lord Elrond, when the Mirkwood party leaves in 6 days, I will be leaving with them. If this means Imladris is no longer my home, then all I ask is that you tell me so I may have time to pack ALL my belongings.” Lindir turned on his heel and left Elrond, who sank into his chair and cried. Celebrian had heard everything from the next room and she came to Elrond’s side and held him. Lindir went straight to Thranduil’s room. When Thranduil opened the door, he found Lindir crying and took him in his arms. “Is your invitation to come to Mirkwood still open?” Thranduil nodded and kissed his head and walked him to the couch, where Lindir cried until he fell asleep.