Title: Conquering Shadows  
 
Author: Aithilin (nimcuran_aithilin@hotmail.com)  
 
Pairings: Elladan/Legolas, Elrond/Thranduil  
 
Rating: R  
 
Summary: The Elves of Mirkwood no longer wish to fight off the darkness 
taking their forest.  
 
Disclaimer: Neither poem nor world is mine. I own only Rhiernil, 
Feinereg, Nimelen, Celebdae, and any other random Elf never mentioned 
in any of the books.  
 
Warnings: angst, lime-y, hurt/comfort, general darkness  
 
A/N: Written after reading Cheysuli's poem "Shadows." A really good 
work. Also written while watching stuff that normally freaks me out, and 
while extremely hyper. Feedback is a necessity of life!  
 
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Mirkwood.  
A place of darkness.  
A place of fear.  
No light touches it.  
Except for the Elves.  
Their light pushes back the shadows.  
Their light can defeat the darkness.  
But it is so hard.  
And they are so tired.  
Maybe they should leave the shadows alone.  
Maybe they should let the darkness win.  
Maybe....  
They should help it.  
 
-"Shadows" by Cheysuli  
 
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Rhiernil looked back at the group following him. Two of his three younger 
brothers rode just behind him on their steeds. Two of the hunters were 
watching the surrounding area warily, one hand on their bows.  
 
The eldest Prince of Mirkwood sighed and turned back to the path ahead, 
determined to continue on to the dark form before him. Dol Guldor rose 
just ahead, emitting a pulse of power that made Rhiernil want to turn back 
to his father's halls. Feinereg fidgeted on his hosre, moving closer to his 
older brother while making sure his younger stayed close.  
 
Nimelen looked at his brothers' backs to avoid looking at the structure 
before them. The fearsome tower rose from the circle of destroyed land, a 
dark pulse sending its tendrils through the surrounding area, reaching ever 
closer to the safe haven of Thranduil's realm.  
 
Rhiernil stopped ahead of them, the four hunters that had come with them 
stopping immediately while Feinereg and Nimelen rode to rest next to 
their brother. A group of six orcs and one larger, much darker figure, 
waited at the gates.  
 
Rhiernil looked his brothers over, seeing Nimelen pale further, "Go home 
Nim. You should not have come with us."  
 
"But-"  
 
"Go, tell Father that Fein and I will continue."  
 
Nimelen looked to Feinereg, his second eldest brother nodded his 
agreement.  
 
"Go Nim, you need not see what shall be done. We will return with the 
cure for our dear brother."  
 
Nimelen nodded reluctantly and turned his horse, one of the hunters left 
with him. Rhiernil sighed, looked to his remaining brother for his strength, 
and turned to face the group of orcs and dark figure that seemed to draw in 
all light from around it.  
 
Dismounting, the eldest prince stepped forward.  
 
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Thranduil cursed under his breath and wrung the folded compress. He 
looked sadly at the pale and shivering figure under the covers of the bed. 
He sat on the bed, replacing the compress on the young figure's forehead.  
 
"Be still Legolas," Thranduil said in a soothing voice, watching as his 
youngest son whimpered and tried to move closer to the source of heat. It 
was midsummer, yet a fire claimed the hearth of the bed chamber.  
 
Legolas was just at his majority, a child still in the eyes of Elves. The 
Queen of Mirkwood had fallen to shadow from the same illness that was 
claiming her last born. Thranduil cursed the darkness that had taken 
possession of Southern Mirkwood. The dark tendrils were reaching his 
borders, Sylvan Elves were fleeing for the safety of the realm protected by 
the Three, and his youngest son lay dying within his sight. Thranduil 
closed his eyes and fought the grief threatening to take him.  
 
"King Thranduil?"  
 
The King looked up to see his advisor and closest friend standing in the 
doorway.  
 
"What is it Celebdae?"  
 
The almost silver-haired Elf stepped forward, wringing his hands in front 
of him, "Your sons have left the realm my lord."  
 
Thranduil's eyes widened, "What? When? How?"  
 
"By horse, with four others about an hour ago....They told the guards that 
they would find the cure for Legolas."  
 
Thranduil wondered how long it would take for his son to adopt his 
language patterns as of late and he smoothed the deep golden hair splayed 
across the pillows.  
 
"Post a watch for them," Thranduil said as he turned back to Celebdae. 
"Send no one out to follow, the road is too perilous for any to leave."  
 
Celebdae stepped next to the bed, "How is he?"  
 
Thranduil sighed, "His fever is still strong and a chill is still about him. 
The healers can do nothing."  
 
Celebdae nodded slowly before turning to leave. He cast a last worried 
glance back to his king and prince before leaving to fulfill Thranduil's 
order.  
 
The Sindarin king placed his hand on Legolas' forehead after removing the 
compress. He frowned as he felt the heat there. He moved his hand to rest 
against Legolas' cheek, gently stroking the fevered face with his thumb.  
 
"Be strong my son, you must remain strong."  
 
"Ha naeg nin Ada..." *It pains me*  
 
Thranduil closed his eyes at the soft spoken words, "I know, I know. Be 
strong Legolas. Please."  
 
The shivering lessened slightly, but it only served to worry the king 
further. He let his mind wander to his other three sons, the cure to this 
illness was held by the darkness and his sons had gone to find it. The price 
may be too high for him to pay.  
 
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Title: Conquering Shadows  
(Chapter 2)  
 
Author: Aithilin (nimcuran_aithilin@hotmail.com)  
 
Pairings: Elladan/Legolas, Elrond/Thranduil  
 
Rating: R  
 
Summary: The Elves of Mirkwood no longer wish to fight off the darkness 
taking their forest.  
 
Disclaimer: Neither poem nor world is mine. I own only Rhiernil, 
Feinereg, Nimelen, Celebdae, and any other random Elf never mentioned 
in any of the books.  
 
Warnings: angst, lime-y, hurt/comfort, general darkness  
 
A/N: Feedback makes writing go faster.....hmmm...so does sugar. Be right 
back!  
 
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Mirkwood.  
A place of darkness.  
A place of fear.  
No light touches it.  
Except for the Elves.  
Their light pushes back the shadows.  
Their light can defeat the darkness.  
But it is so hard.  
And they are so tired.  
Maybe they should leave the shadows alone.  
Maybe they should let the darkness win.  
Maybe....  
They should help it.  
 
-"Shadows" by Cheysuli  
 
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Feinereg watched as Rhernil followed the group of orcs warily. His mind 
went back to his youngest brother, lying in bed, dying. He reminded 
himself that only the shadow that caused the illness had it's treatment and 
closed his emerald eyes.  
 
"Rhi...be alright, please..."  
 
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Rhiernil felt clawed hands force him to his knees. The eldest and Crown 
Prince of Mirkwood did not resist as he fell roughly. Steeling his heart and 
mind, Rhiernil gazed fearlessly into the dark shroud of Dol Guldor's lord. 
He would be strong, Legolas was depending on him.  
 
"Well, well," the figure spoke from his throne. A deep voice that would 
have terrified a lesser Elf. "What would such a little prince be doing on my 
doorstep?"  
 
Rhiernil replied in a strong voice, silently reminding himself of his 
youngest brother's pain; "I'm here for the cure to the illness that plagues 
my brother."  
 
A deep throated laugh that echoed off of the obsidian walls. A terrible 
sound that caused the kneeling prince to shudder.  
 
"There is no cure Prince. There is, however, a way to treat it."  
 
Rhiernil faltered at the information; no cure. He narrowed his eyes, "Then 
give me the treatment."  
 
The figure shed its cloak and Rhiernil was taken back. The Dark Lord 
himself stood in all his stolen glory, magnificent and terrible. The form 
was that of and Elf, a rumored favorite of the Maiar; a mockery of the 
Valar's Firstborn. Golden hair, fairer than that of even the youngest Prince 
of Mirkwood, was combined with the pale skin and tall body to make an 
awesome figure. Eyes, red as the fires of the Dark Lands were bearing into 
Rhiernil; full of malice and loathing for the Firstborn. The creature's lips 
curved into a cruel smirk.  
 
"I will give you the treatment. Enough for one month," an herb appeared 
in the creature's outstretched hand. "The illness shall return in a month. To 
continue this treatment, you will serve me young prince."  
 
Rhiernil hesitated. The memory of Legolas in pain as he lay helpless flash 
to the forefront of his mind; making the decision for him. Standing 
proudly, Rhiernil took the herb from the long hand.  
 
The smirk turned to a cold smile, "Remember Crown Prince, as long as 
you desire to see your dear baby brother healthy; you will obey my call."  
 
Rhiernil didn't reply, mustering his dignity about him and turning to the 
great double doors instead. Fear coursed through him as the full impact of 
what he had just done, what he had just promised, hit his mind. He closed 
his eyes for a second before opening them with fresh determination.  
 
"For Legolas. All for my family....My family..."  
 
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Feinereg jumped from his watchful perch as Rhiernil walked from the 
doors. He saw the grim expression and mounted his horse as his brother 
did.  
 
Rhiernil turned to the direction of the path back home, "Let's get back. 
Father will start to look for us."  
 
Feinereg nodded numbly, unused to his brother's stern attitude. The 
hunters were close behind on the path, talking quietly and glancing at their 
Crown Prince.  
 
"Are you well Rhi?" Feinereg asked as he pulled closer into pace with his 
brother. "What has happened?"  
 
Rhiernil was pulled from his thoughts, "I am well. I have treatment for 
Legolas."  
 
The elder turned to face his younger brother with an expression that would 
brook no argument, "You will tell Father nothing of what has taken place. 
I found the treatment in the woods. We never came here, you did not see 
where I found this herb."  
 
Feinereg nodded uncertainly, "As you wish."  
 
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Thranduil watched as Nimelen fed the fire before moving to sit by the bed 
where Legolas rested in a fevered sleep. The worn countenance Thranduil 
had spoke loads to his son of the last few hours. A flash of Guilt moved 
through Nimelen as he realized that his little expedition only aided in his 
father's stress.  
 
"Father-"  
 
A raised hand silenced Nimelen's apology. One look into Thranduil's eyes 
told Nimelen everything he needed to know.  
 
The second youngest prince moved to sit close to his father, feeling strong 
arms gather him close to a broad chest. He chanced a glance at his 
younger brother with sad eyes then at his pain stricken father.  
 
"Ada, I'm sorry for worrying you...I just wanted to help."  
 
Thranduil smiled slightly, "I know a way for you to help my son. To 
Imladris, speak with Lord Elrond and see if he will treat Legolas. It is the 
best chance we may have."  
 
Nimelen nodded, "I will Father. When do you wish me to leave?"  
 
Thranduil sighed, "As soon as you may I suppose. Take the hidden roads 
as the fastest route."  
 
"Tomorrow than, as soon as the dawn breaks," Nimelen said as he relaxed 
onto the bed next to his brother. Thranduil smiled before being called to 
duty. He took another look at his sons as he left.  
 
Nimelen rested next to Legolas, looking at his brother with gentle eyes, 
"Don't worry dear brother, you will be well soon. I promise."  
 
Legolas whimpered slightly and moved closer to the warmth Nimelen 
radiated. Sapphire eyes, dulled by pain and fever, met the clear ones of the 
elder Elf.  
 
"N-Nim...? Where's Ada?"  
 
Nimelen smiled slightly, "He was called away Legolas. I'm certain he will 
return soon. Rest, you grow weaker."  
 
Legolas closed his eyes and curled up, another wave of pain caused a 
weak whimper and Nimelen sighed as he gathered his younger brother 
into his arms. Soothing words left his lips until he felt the body fall into 
the fitful sleep that had become familiar.  
 
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Rhiernil took a deep breath as he prepared to face Thranduil. Feinereg had 
gone to check on Legolas before facing the inevitable scolding he would 
receive from their father.  
 
"You had me worried Rhiernil, leading your brothers into such dangers."  
 
"I know Father," Rhiernil said softly. "There was no danger though. We 
were safe; and I sent Nim back so he would be in no peril."  
 
Thranduil shook his head, "Sent him back yes, but took him with you none 
the less. What if something had happened? The southern forest is far too 
dangerous to simply walk in there. You cannot just leave like that, what if 
you had been touched by Shadow as well?"  
 
Rhiernil held his head high, "But I am fine, as are Feinereg and Nimelen. I 
have also found something that may help Legolas get well. Surely that 
must mean something! No one was hurt, and we now have a chance that 
Legolas will recover."  
 
Thranduil looked his son over, "It does mean something Rhi, and you 
know I am grateful for your achievement; but you must take fewer risks."  
 
"I will Father, I will. But this was something that I had to do."  
 
Thranduil nodded his understanding then began the walk to where Legolas 
rested. Nimelen sat up when he saw his father and eldest brother.  
 
"Where's Feinereg?"  
 
Thranduil smiled, "He's off with Celebdae."  
 
Thranduil drew Nimelen away from the bed as Rhiernil found the 
necessary tools left by the healers to prepare the herb for Legolas. After 
tearing the leaf into several small strips, he crossed them and placed them 
at the bottom of a tea cup. Nimelen had saw what Rhiernil was doing and 
set some water to boil.  
 
The work was done in silence and finished quickly. When Rhiernil faced 
Legolas on the bed, he saw the dull eyes watching him. Thranduil sat next 
to his youngest son, one arm supported the young Elf into a sitting 
position. Legolas rested his head on his father's shoulder.  
 
Rhiernil handed the brew to his father. Thranduil aided Legolas in 
drinking it, careful that it was taken slow. Nimelen smiled as Legolas 
began to relax, breathing easier.  
 
Thranduil smiled and let Legolas fall back, reaching the first peaceful 
sleep in weeks. The king motioned for his sons to leave; placing a gentle 
kiss on Legolas' brow before following.  
 
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~*~Morning~*~  
 
Nimelen sighed as he double checked his pack, preparing to leave. He 
remembered checking in on Legolas before going to bed the night before. 
Ecstatic that the fever had finally broken, he had went to his father to tell 
him the news.  
 
Feinereg and Rhiernil had already been questioned by their father in 
regards to where the herb was found. Rhiernil had maintained that he had 
found it in the woods, though he could not say where. Feinereg had 
maintained that he had been separated from Rhiernil when the elder found 
the herb.  
 
Nimelen shook his head; he knew that he should tell his father where they 
had gone, but was fearful of the consequences. Some things were better 
left unsaid anyway. It wouldn't matter, Legolas was better and now things 
could get back to how they were before.  
 
The sandy-haired prince shouldered his pack and went to meet his father 
in the main hall. He stopped by Legolas' door to look in. He smiled as he 
saw the steady rise and fall of his brother's chest, peaceful in his sleep.  
 
"Are you ready?" Thranduil asked as Nimelen arrived.  
 
Nimelen nodded, "Are you certain this is necessary? I mean, Legolas will 
be well now."  
 
Thranduil nodded as he escorted his son to a waiting horse, "I know. Yet I 
have a bad feeling that something is not as it should be. I would prefer to 
have Elrond look him over before I relax."  
 
"I will return soon Father," Nimelen assured as he mounted swiftly. 
"Within the month."  
 
Thranduil smiled and watched Nimelen leave. Rhiernil waited for him in 
the main hall with Celebdae.  
 
"How are you this morning Father?" Rhiernil asked. His light tone was 
lost by the pain in his eyes. Thranduil took note to ask what was troubling 
his son later.  
 
"Well enough Rhi. Have you checked on Feinereg and Legolas yet?"  
 
Celebdae nodded, "Aye. Feinereg is in the stables, grooming his horse."  
 
Thranduil nodded, "I will see to Legolas. Rhiernil, you have duties to 
attend to?"  
 
At the prince's nod, Thranduil turned to Celebdae; "Go out wit the hunting 
party, report any disturbances you see while out."  
 
Celebdae nodded and went off with Rhiernil while Thranduil went to 
check on Legolas.  
 
The door opened silently and Thranduil was elated to see Legolas sitting 
up and reading quietly. He was still slightly pale, and wrapped tightly in 
the thick blanket; but well enough to do something other than sleep.  
 
Thranduil stepped in, not hiding his smile, "How are you feeling?"  
 
Legolas smiled, though weakly, "Well. Thank you Ada."  
 
Sitting at the edge of the bed, Thranduil took his youngest son's chin in a 
strong hand. He looked into the clearing sapphire orbs carefully, searching 
for any sign of returning illness.  
 
"Ada?"  
 
Thranduil released him, "It is Rhiernil you must thank, it was he that 
found the herb that cured you. Tell me, how do you fare?"  
 
Legolas rested his head on Thranduil's shoulder, "A little nauseous, tired, 
and cold still. Though much better than last night."  
 
Thranduil smiled and smoothed out the ruffled golden strands of his son's 
hair, "Your fever has been broken. Nimelen has gone to speak with 
Elrond, just to check you over once more."  
 
Legolas nodded and let himself relax completely in his father's arm. 
Thranduil felt his worry lift, though his bad feeling was not so quick to 
leave.  
 
"What troubles you Ada?"  
 
"Nothing for you to worry about right now Legolas. Just concentrate on 
getting better."  
 
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Title: Conquering Shadows  
(Chapter 3)  
 
Author: Aithilin (nimcuran_aithilin@hotmail.com)  
 
Pairings: Elladan/Legolas, Elrond/Thranduil  
 
Rating: R  
 
Summary: The Elves of Mirkwood no longer wish to fight off 
the darkness taking their forest.  
 
Disclaimer: Neither poem nor world is mine. I own only 
Rhiernil, Feinereg, Nimelen, Celebdae, and any other random 
Elf never mentioned in any of the books.  
 
Warnings: angst, lime-y, hurt/comfort, general darkness  
 
A/N: Written while listening to Led Zeppelin! Yay! Yes, 
that's a shameless promo for their CDs. Anything with 
"Stairway to Heaven" and "Battle of Evermore."  
 
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~*~*Two Weeks After Last Chapter*~*~  
 
Legolas smiled as he sat with his family in one of the 
larger sitting rooms. A fire was warming the room from the 
huge fireplace. Legolas sat on the thick red carpet with 
his head resting on his father's knee. Thranduil smiled as 
he allowed himself to completely relax and ran a hand 
through his son's hair while turning the page to his book 
with the other hand. Rhiernil rested on the couch across 
from his father's chair, stretched out. Feinereg had a 
chess board set up on the ground between him and his elder 
brother. Rhiernil reached down to move a piece.  
 
The leaves were beginning to turn to light golden colours, 
though Thranduil was concerned that they were changing so 
early, he couldn't bring himself to worry right now. 
Everything felt right. Legolas was still a little too pale, 
as well as still tiring easily. But he was well enough to 
already be getting into trouble with Feinereg.  
 
Legolas looked up at his father, still absorbed in the book 
he was reading.  
 
"Ada?"  
 
"Hm?" Thranduil turned another page.  
 
"What are you reading?"  
 
Thranduil smiled and looked down at his son, "The tale of 
Fingolfin. Why?"  
 
Legolas mocked a childish pout, "You aren't paying 
attention to me."  
 
Rhiernil snorted from where he lay and Feinereg turned to 
face Legolas.  
 
"You, little brother, are spoiled."  
 
Legolas stuck his tongue out at Feinereg while Thranduil 
chuckled. Rhiernil sat up and looked out the large window 
as he stretched.  
 
"'Tis late," he pointed out. "I think I will take my leave 
for the night."  
 
Feinereg frowned, "We haven't finished yet."  
 
Rhiernil looked back at the board, moved a piece than 
stood, "Check mate."  
 
As the eldest prince left, Feinereg muttered something 
under his breath that earned him a stern look from 
Thranduil. As Feinereg began putting the pieces away, he 
glanced at his father.  
 
"Has any word come from Nim?"  
 
Thranduil nodded, "Yes actually. Elrond will look Legolas 
over, though only if his sons deem it neccesary."  
 
Legolas sighed, resting back against his father's leg, "I 
feel fine."  
 
"Never the less," Thranduil said as he smiled down at his 
youngest; "I would you speak with them. You are far too 
pale."  
 
Feinereg chuckled as Legolas pouted. Legolas moved but 
remained seated as Thranduil stood. Feinereg yawned, the 
action caused Legolas to mirror it. Thranduil shook his 
head, still smiling.  
 
"I think it's time you followed Rhi's example. Both of 
you."  
 
Feinereg sighed and Legolas stood. Thranduil saw them off 
before putting his book away and heading for his own 
chambers.  
 
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~*~Two Days Later~*~  
 
Legolas shook his head to clear it, his thoughts were 
getting muddled.  
 
"Are you well?"  
 
He smiled weakly at Feinereg and nodded, regretting the 
motion. Legolas looked up to see Thranduil making his way 
over to where he and his elder brothers stood. Taking in a 
deep breath of the fresh morning air and straightening, 
Legolas smiled at his father in an attempt to disspell the 
worried expression.  
 
Rhiernil stood at his brothers' sides, looking off into the 
southwest. He had been distracted lately, seeming to pay 
attention only when addressed by name. Feinereg looked from 
his younger to his elder brother, knowing something was 
wrong, but not what it was. His concern was mirrored in 
their father's eyes. Thranduil met Feinereg's eyes, a 
silent voice to their worry made its way between them.  
 
"Good morning Ada," Legolas said, smiling brightly. 
Thranduil noticed the strain on his youngest's voice and 
was about to say something when the sound of horses reached 
his ears.  
 
Nimelen and two dark-haired Elves appeared on the path from 
around the slight corner. Thranduil noted the identical 
appearance of the dark-haired Elves and assumed that these 
were Elrond's twin sons.  
 
Nimelen embraced his father as soon as he dismounted, 
smiling widely as he saw Legolas standing there.  
 
"Mae Govannen," one of the accompanying twins greeted. "I 
am Elladan, this is my brother Elrohir."  
 
Thranduil inclined his head in semblance of a bow, "Welcome 
to my realm Lord Elladan and Elrohir. You have already met 
my son Nimelen, though not his siblings. Rhiernil, 
Feinereg, and Legolas."  
 
Thranduil motioned to each of his sons in turn.  
 
Elladan smiled, "Thank you King Thranduil, though there is 
no need to use our titles."  
 
"And like-wise. But we have tarried to long on the path, 
come, you must be weary."  
 
The twins and Princes followed Thranduil inside. The two 
dark-haired Elves looked around as they followed. Legolas 
smiled as he saw the elder of the twins. Elladan was 
slightly taller than his brother, the small difference 
easily seen by Legolas' sharp eyes.  
 
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Elrohir was the only of Elrond's sons that had any 
experience with any kind of medical treatment. Legolas sat 
at the edge of his bed while the younger of the twins 
looked him over.  
 
"I think your feeling may be correct King Thranduil," 
Elrohir said as he stood. "It would be best to have our 
father see to young Legolas."  
 
Thranduil nodded from his place by the door, he saw his 
son's eyes follow the identical form of Elladan as the 
older twin talked softly with his brother. Legolas stood, 
moving over to his father's side.  
 
"You seem distracted by the elder son of Elrond," Thranduil 
said softly, only loud enough for Legolas to hear.  
 
Legolas smiled, "He interests me."  
 
Thranduil smiled knowingly but turned his attention to the 
twins watching them with amused expressions.  
 
"We think it may be best to return to Imladris as soon as 
possible," Elrohir said as he saw the king's attention back 
on them.  
 
"Remain here for two days," Thranduil replied. "Plans can 
be made in that time."  
 
The twins nodded, following Thranduil and Legolas to where 
Nimelen was talking to Feinereg.  
 
"How is it that you bacame ill Little Prince?" Elladan 
asked softly as Elrohir and Thanduil informed Legolas' 
brothers of their plans.  
 
Legolas glanced at his father before turning his attention 
to Elladan, "I was with my brothers on one of their hunts 
when I wandered too far. The Shadow had grown stronger than 
we expected."  
 
Elladan nodded, "I can understand the position your people 
must face. You have not the power of the Three to drive 
back the growing darkness. I must admit though, I did not 
expect to see such precautions taken to shield the people."  
 
"What did you expect of my father's realm?"  
 
Elladan smiled sheepishly, "I always assumed that your 
people were less civilized than those under my father's 
protection. I really knew not what to expect, your home is 
not spoken of very often."  
 
Legolas titled his head curiously, "The conditions of 
Rivendell are not spoken of often. I know not what to 
expect now that my father has decided that I shall return 
with you."  
 
"Perhaps I shall tell you of my home when we have time 
later than?"  
 
"I would like to hear your stories."  
 
Thranduil smiled as he caught only bits and pieces of the 
conversation. He turned to Feinereg, "Where has Rhiernil 
gone?"  
 
Feinereg shrugged, "Out I suppose. I have not seen him 
since you saw to Legolas."  
 
"I'm sure he will return in time for dinner," Nimelen said. 
He smiled, "Perhaps now we should take lunch?"  
 
Thranduil nodded, "Of course. I have duties that must be 
attended to for now. Perhaps Legolas would like to show our 
guests to the kitchens?"  
 
Elrohir had seen the conversation between his brother and 
Legolas and smiled mischieviosly, "If you would King 
Thranduil, I am interested in seeing the wonders Nimelen 
spoke of. Perhaps he could show me around?"  
 
Nimelen beamed, "Of course!"  
 
Thranduil nodded his consent, drawing Feinereg off to talk 
to him.  
 
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Rhiernil made his way through the dense forest alongside 
the southern path. He took little notice of his 
surroundings, seeming to move in a daze. If any other saw 
him, they would immediately notice the glassy look in his 
eyes.  
 
A clearing just broken away from where he had journeyed 
nearly a month ago was filled with a waiting army. Orcs 
growled as they saw him, though did not move for fear of 
the light-absorbing form at the head of the pack.  
 
"You have been expected," it hissed, moving as a shadow 
would. "The Master demands your action."  
 
Rhiernil nodded silently, he had heard the call of the Dark 
Lord and was helpless to obey as had been promised.  
 
"What does he wish?"  
 
The shadow produced a dark sword from its robes, "Kill the 
Elvenking. Only the brother you saved may remain alive. 
Take the realm and have your subjects serve the Master."  
 
Rhiernil nodded, his daze beginning to lighten. The part of 
him that protested was being quashed by the commanding 
voice reminding him of his oath. He took the sword and 
began to return home.  
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Title: Conquering Shadows  
(Chapter 4)  
 
Author: Aithilin (nimcuran_aithilin@hotmail.com)  
 
Pairings: Elladan/Legolas, Elrond/Thranduil  
 
Rating: R  
 
Summary: The Elves of Mirkwood no longer wish to fight off the darkness 
taking their forest.  
 
Disclaimer: Neither poem nor world is mine. I own only Rhiernil, 
Feinereg, Nimelen, Celebdae, and any other random Elf never mentioned 
in any of the books.  
 
Warnings: angst, lime-y, hurt/comfort, general darkness  
 
A/N: Sorry, all my plot bunnies got loose. I'm working on putting on 
either getting them back into cages (I swear, my muses are hiding them) or 
putting them all on paper. 
 
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Legolas smiled as Elladan told him of Rivendell, focusing on the grounds 
he knew best; the training fields, the stables, certain rooms in the houses, 
and the gardens.  
 
"There are many waterfalls, so it is always filled with the sounds of 
running water. The mountains supply a fresh breeze at almost all times, it 
can get very cold though; much colder than here I suppose. The mountains 
also give a natural shield from the shadow that plagues your forest. My 
father has great command over the land surrounding his realm, it is very 
peaceful as a result."  
 
"I would love to see it, though I fear that I would miss the familiarity of 
the forest too much to tarry long."  
 
Elladan smiled widely, "Rivendell has perhaps the best mix off most 
realms. The long running plains that will eventually lead to the Shire, 
which you must visit someday, the Hobbits love visitors. The high 
mountains with many places to explore can provide hundreds of 
adventures. Rivers and streams are always giving voice to the mountains. 
And there are forests as well, though certainly not as large or dense as 
Mirkwood."  
 
Legolas smiled and helped himself to the plate of fruit that rested between 
them on the table.  
 
"You have many praises for your father's realm."  
 
Elladan grinned, the attitude of a regal warrior he had carried since his 
arrival was shed in favour of the more relaxed attitude he now had. He had 
taken a liking to the youngest of Thranduil's sons.  
 
"Would you not have praises for your own home? Tell me of Mirkwood 
than. I wish to know more of it, though not in the same manner as my 
brother."  
 
Legolas thought for a moment, "I suppose it is not as interesting as your 
home, though there are many things to do. The forest is full of life. 
Unfortunately, all life is being pushed further north by the Shadow. The 
trees mourn the loss and corruption, as do many of the animals.  
 
"My father's realm is protected by enchantment. The great gates weaken as 
the tendrils grow bolder. There are many small streams that lie untainted, 
as well as hot springs. Some are even within the realm that I could show 
you later. Though underground, there are many openings for fresh air so it 
doesn't get too oppressive."  
 
Elladan nodded his understanding, "Your brother told me that you had 
often ventured to a small series of caves with him, though he never told 
me what these caves were."  
 
Legolas beamed, "They are great! I can show them to you tomorrow if you 
want to see them. These caves are filled with great jewels, especially small 
emeralds that my father says reminds him of my mother's eyes. The largest 
caves has a thin stream that runs through its centre, and walls covered in 
blue and green gems. I have some of the gems in my room if you wish to 
see them."  
 
Elladan raised an eyebrow, "You collect them?"  
 
"Only some, I give most to my father and Rhiernil. My father has them 
made into jewelry at times, he has shown me many of them."  
 
"Your brother, what does he do with them?"  
 
Legolas shrugged, "I don't know. He puts them in his room I suppose, I 
don't know what he actually does with them."  
 
Elladan smiled, "You said that you go hunting with your brothers. Are you 
skilled with weapons?"  
 
"I suppose, though I have little experience," Legolas replied. "My brothers 
claim that I am a better archer than any other within Mirkwood, though I 
doubt their praise. I have also trained with the long hunting knives my 
father once used himself, though I am far from his skill."  
 
Elladan reached out to brush a few stray strands of golden hair from 
Legolas' face, "You are modest Little Prince. I can sense the strength 
within you, you can be a great warrior if you focus your energy into it."  
 
Legolas blushed at the contact and compliment, "I-"  
 
"Legolas, father wishes to speak with you," Nimelen chimed as he quickly 
ducked in. His smile wavered slightly as he saw Elladan's contact with 
Legolas.  
 
Elladan drew away quickly, smiling at Legolas, "You shouldn't keep your 
father waiting now Little Prince. Perhaps you could show me that of 
which you spoke later?"  
 
Legolas smiled and stood. He nodded and let himself be led by Nimelen to 
Thranduil's study.  
 
Elladan wandered the halls, seeing Elrohir on one of the balconies, he 
joined his bother.  
 
"Found a new interest?" Elrohir said with a teasing smile.  
 
Elladan rolled his eyes, "You think me so shallow?"  
 
Elrohir shrugged, "No, but I get a kick out of teasing you."  
 
"I'll remember that next time you ask father for leave to go visit what's-
her-name."  
 
"Her name is Gweinmeril. And at least father has approved of my 
relationships to date."  
 
"Only because it is useless arguing with you," Elladan chuckled. He 
thought for a few seconds. "I wonder why we have met the King of 
Mirkwood, yet not the Queen."  
 
Elrohir shrugged, "Perhaps she has gone West? You could always ask that 
baby prince you've taken interest in."  
 
Elladan punched his brother's arm, "Leave off him."  
 
"He is pretty though. I must compliment your choice, Legolas is definitely 
worth your time. He seems so innocent though."  
 
"Hands off Elrohir. He is pretty, but I'm certain his brothers would skin me 
if I touch him. Never mind what his father would do to me."  
 
Elrohir grinned, "Oh yes, like that stopped you before."  
 
***************************  
 
"Ada? You wanted to speak to me?"  
 
Thranduil nodded as he stood from his desk, "Yes. Rhiernil has returned 
and voiced concerns over Elrond's sons. I want your opinion of them."  
 
Legolas blinked in confusion, "They seem nice to me. Elladan is kind and 
talkative. Why? What has Rhi said?"  
 
Thranduil sighed, "He does not trust them. I've told him of my plan to 
send you to Rivendell. Surprisingly, he protested quite vehemently."  
 
"Did he give any reason for his mistrust? If he feels so strongly about it, 
perhaps I should remain here?"  
 
"Perhaps, but I'm concerned about how he was acting. It was as if there 
was a war within him," Thranduil placed a fatherly hand on Legolas' 
shoulder. "Do not worry for him, I will speak with him."  
 
Legolas smiled, "I am certain he is fine."  
 
Thranduil smiled, "You are most likely correct. Still, be wary of the twins, 
I am inclined to trust your brother's instincts."  
 
Legolas nodded, "I will. I'm going to go lie down for a bit, could you have 
someone wake me in time for dinner?"  
 
"Are you feeling well?"  
 
"A little tired. I'm fine Ada, Rhi had brought the cure, I will be fine."  
 
Thranduil nodded, "Go and rest. I will send Nim to wake you."  
 
Legolas smiled his thanks and left. Thranduil sighed and sat back at his 
desk, "I hope you're right Legolas."  
 
****************  
 
Legolas yawned as he made his way to the door of his room. He jumped as 
a noise startled him.  
 
"Rhi! You startled me."  
 
Rhiernil smiled and looked Legolas over, "Do you feel well? You seem far 
too pale."  
 
Legolas nodded, "I am just a little tired. What are you doing here?"  
 
The elder prince gently smoothed back some of Legolas' hair in a mirror 
action of the gesture Elladan had done shortly before.  
 
"Rhi?" Legolas was uncertain at the clouded look in his brother's eyes.  
 
Rhiernil stroked Legolas' cheek, "You have always been the favourite dear 
brother. Father adores you, Nimelen and Feinereg cherish you...And 
I...well, you have always been dear to me."  
 
Legolas tried to move away, fear rising at how distracted his brother's 
voice was. "Rhi? What are you doing? What's going on?"  
 
Rhiernil ignored his brother's questions, "I will protect you from this 
darkness Legolas. As father cannot, as I couldn't protect mother."  
 
Legolas' eyes widened as Rhiernil pinned him against the wall next to the 
door. The elder's eyes were glazed as he moved closer. Legolas put his 
hands on his brother's shoulders and pushed with the strength he could 
muster. Something cleared in Rhiernil's eyes.  
 
The younger took advantage of the distraction and broke away. The 
clouded look returned and Rhiernil grabbed Legolas' wrist. He shoved the 
weakened Legolas against the wall again.  
 
"Hey!"  
 
Rhiernil was pulled away from Legolas by Elladan. Legolas sunk to his 
knees, dizzy and shaky. Elladan moved to stand in front of Legolas 
protectively. Rhiernil glared at the dark-haired Elf before turning on his 
heel and storming away.  
 
"Are you alright?" Elladan knelt next to Legolas, putting one arm around 
the slender waist to help him up.  
 
"I-I'm alright.....Rhi..something's wrong with him. I have to tell Ada."  
 
Elladan put a hand on Legolas' forehead, "By Elbereth, you're burning up. 
Where are the healers? I have to get you to them."  
 
Legolas shook his head weakly, "They've gone. To Lorien...in search of  a 
cure. My father..."  
 
Elladan heard rushed footsteps and looked up to see Feinereg.  
 
The second eldest prince stopped short of them, "What's going on? Valar, 
Legolas, you need to lie down."  
 
"Get your father," Elladan said. "I'll get Legolas into bed."  
 
Feinereg nodded, "His room is right here. I'll be right back."  
 
Elladan got Legolas to his feet and opened the door. He supported Legolas 
as the younger made his way to the bed. The dark-haired Elf looked 
around for something that might help bring the fever down, silently 
wishing Elrohir was there to tell him what to do.  
 
"Rhi..."  
 
Legolas' voice was weak and distant. Elladan thought back to what he had 
seen, Legolas was too weak to defend himself against his own brother. He 
growled, brother's just don't attack each other like that, and that definitely 
wasn't playing.  
 
"How is he?" Thranduil asked as soon as he got into the room. Feinereg, 
Nimelen, and Elrohir were close behind. Elladan was relieved to see his 
brother.  
 
Elrohir put his hand on Legolas' forehead, "His fever is bad, he needs my 
father's treatment. And fast."  
 
Thranduil nodded, "Waste no time then. Feinereg, go, have the horses 
prepared. Nimelen, have only the lightest packs made, we must travel 
fast."  
 
The twins stood. Elladan turned to Thranduil, "What should we do?"  
 
The King of Mirkwood glanced at his youngest son, "Please, care for him. 
Get him to the stables."  
 
The twins nodded as one. Elladan picked Legolas up in one swift 
movement, feeling upset at how light the younger Elf felt. Feinereg led 
them through the long passages to one of the openings to the stables.  
 
****************  
 
Thranduil made his way swiftly to his room as he left Nimelen to put 
Legolas' pack together. He pushed a few extra clothes into the pack along 
with a few other items. After securing his knives to his belt, Thranduil left 
his room.  
 
Rhiernil stepped out from one of the side routes, "What's going on father?"  
 
Thranduil stopped, "I'm taking Legolas to Elrond, he has gotten ill again."  
 
"You can't do that, he'll be fine here," Rhiernil said. Thranduil saw the 
dark look in his son's eyes. "I can get the herb again. I can save him."  
 
"Rhiernil, the herb you brought was not the cure. Elrond will heal 
Legolas."  
 
Thranduil stepped back as Rhiernil drew a black sword from his belt, "I 
can't let you take him from me."  
 
"I'm sorry father," Rhiernil stabbed. Thranduil gasped in pain.  
************************************************************


Title: Conquering Shadows  
(Chapter 5)  
 
Author: Aithilin (nimcuran_aithilin@hotmail.com)  
 
Pairings: Elladan/Legolas, Elrond/Thranduil  
 
Rating: R  
 
Summary: The Elves of Mirkwood no longer wish to fight off 
the darkness taking their forest.  
 
Disclaimer: Neither poem nor world is mine. I own only 
Rhiernil, Feinereg, Nimelen, Celebdae, and any other random 
Elf never mentioned in any of the books.  
 
Warnings: angst, lime-y, hurt/comfort, general darkness  
 
A/N: *repeatedly bangs head against wall* Stay awake...must 
finish this...stay awake...ow.  
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Legolas moaned softly as Elladan took him into his arms. 
Elrohir mounted his own horse swiftly, casting worried 
glances at the young Elf cradled in his brother's arms.  
 
The door to their left opened and a disshelved Thranduil 
came through, clutching his side. He turned to Feinereg and 
Nimelen.  
 
"Get away from here, as fast as you can. Find somewhere 
safe within the forest and stay there."  
 
Nimelen watched his father mount quickly, "Why? Ada, what's 
going on?"  
 
"Just do it. Rhiernil has been taken by darkness."  
 
Two pairs of eyes widened and Feinereg grabbed Nimelen's 
arm, wishing their father good luck before running inside. 
Thranduil turned to the twins.  
 
"We must take the shortest route. What paths do you know 
of?"  
 
Elrohir stepped forward slightly, "A path we took once is 
not far, it will take us to our father's realm within two 
days; at a slow pace."  
 
Thranduil nodded, "Then lead on."  
 
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Elrond stepped onto the dewy morning grass. Glorfindel was 
by his side.  
 
"Do you think Thranduil's son is well?" Glorfindel asked 
conversationally. He had gone to Mirkwood several years 
ago, shortly after Thranduil's wife had died.  
 
Elrond sighed, "I cannot be certain, we will know soon 
enough though."  
 
"Lord Elrond!" one of the Elves from patrol came quickly. 
He was followed by three horses. Elrond recognized his two 
sons, Elladan cradled a pale figure and he recognized 
Thranduil close behind; looking pale himself.  
 
Elladan jumped from his mount, "Legolas needs your aid 
father."  
 
Elrond saw the pale form of Thranduil's youngest son 
cradled protectively in Elladan's arms. The Lord of 
Rivendell nodded, "Take him to the healing rooms, I'll join 
you shortly."  
 
Thranduil came up to him, wincing as he tried to 
straighten, "His fever has grown worse Elrond. Legolas has 
not the strength to fight it much longer."  
 
"And what of you?" Elrond drew Thranduil's hand away from 
his side and saw the clear blood, though much of it dried. 
"How were you injured?"  
 
"See to my son first, I will be well."  
 
Elrond nodded, leading Thranduil and Elrohir down the same 
route Elladan and Glorfindel had taken seconds before. The 
rooms set aside for healing were spacious, so as not to 
allow any patients to grow restless should they be confined 
for several days. Several beds, large enough for one person 
were set about the room. Elladan knelt next to one nearest 
the large window.  
 
The Half-Elf saw the slight rise and fall of the young 
Elf's chest, a worry settled onto his mind that they may 
already be too late. Glorfindel rummaged through the 
cabinets, laying various herbs and phials across one of the 
tables near the bed. Elladan swiftly moved to Thranduil's 
side, only able to watch as his brother and father started 
working.  
 
"You must rest King Thranduil," Glorfindel said softly as 
Elrond shooed him away from Legolas. "Let us at least check 
your wounds."  
 
Thranduil tore his eyes from the sight of his son's near 
still form and nodded, allowing himself to be led to 
another of the beds. He shirked off his tunic, wincing as 
he had to peel the cloth away from his wound. Glorfindel 
pushed him back against the bed and gently prodded the 
gash.  
 
"Elladan, go get fresh bandages, warm water, and the herbs 
on the second shelf in that cabinet."  
 
Elladan nodded and went to do as he was told.  
 
"How did this happen?" Glorfindel asked as he waited.  
 
Thranduil shook his head, "I don't wish to speak of it 
now."  
 
Glorfindel nodded his understanding, "Hold still, this may 
hurt."  
 
Thranduil hissed as Glorfindel applied the herb, bandaging 
the King's side tightly.  
 
"There is no infection, it should be healed within the 
week."  
 
Thranduil nodded and turned his eyes to where Legolas lay, 
Elrond just finishing what he had been doing. Elrond said 
something to Elrohir softly, his son nodding in response as 
he began putting what was used away.  
 
"How is my son Elrond?"  
 
Elrond smiled kindly as he neared where Thranduil rested, 
"I've done all that I can my friend. It depends upon 
Legolas now, though we both know he is not lacking in 
strength."  
 
Thranduil nodded, "Thank you. I would stay by him for the 
night, by your leave."  
 
"Of course," Elrond nodded. "I wish to speak with you after 
you have rested."  
 
"Of course."  
 
Elrond smiled as he ushered his sons and friend out. Once 
they were gone, Thranduil moved to kneel by where his son 
rested. Gently resting his hand over Legolas' forehead, 
Thranduil was relieved to feel the fever beginning to cool. 
He let his hand smooth out his son's hair.  
 
"Be strong Legolas."  
 
****************************  
 
"Will he be alright?" Elladan asked once he was in his 
father's study.  
 
Elrond raised an eyebrow, "Since when have you cared for 
one of Thranduil's?"  
 
Elladan blushed and looked away, Elrohir smiled teasingly.  
 
"He has developed an 'interest' in the little prince," the 
younger twin said, responding to his brother's glare by 
sticking his tongue out.  
 
Elrond shook his head, "Legolas will heal in time. It is 
Thranduil I'm worried about. He comes with only one son and 
a wound, all is not well in his realm."  
 
Elladan sighed in relief at knowing Legolas would be 
alright, he thought back to what he had seen in Mirkwood.  
 
"Something was wrong with Rhiernil when we were there. He 
had attacked Legolas."  
 
Both Elrond and Elrohir furrowed their brows, Glorfindel 
leaned back against the wall.  
 
"When? I didn't see anything," Elrohir said.  
 
"Just before Legolas fainted. Rhiernil had him pinned 
against a wall and was saying something. I pulled him away 
and got Legolas to his room."  
 
The news troubled Elrond, "Did Legolas say anything about 
what his brother had said? I have known Thranduil's family 
for far too long to simply believe that the eldest of his 
sons would attack his youngest."  
 
"Thranduil had said that Rhiernil was taken by shadow," 
Elrohir said. "Just before we left, he had Feinereg and 
Nimelen go into the forest to hide. Rhiernil might have 
been the one to hurt him."  
 
"A son doesn't attack his father," Glorfindel piped up from 
where he stood. "We all know that. If Rhiernil really did 
cause his father and brother injury, then he may be beyond 
our help."  
 
Elrond nodded, "I will speak with Thranduil later. Right 
now, I want you two to go get some rest."  
 
The twins nodded and made their way out of the study. 
Glorfindel crossed his arms and made his way over to where 
Elrond stood.  
 
"There's something you're not saying."  
 
Elrond smiled, "I fear that there is much more going on 
than what we're being told. Rhiernil is not the kind of 
person to just turn on anyone, let alone his own family."  
 
Glorfindel nodded, "I could always go into Mirkwood. See 
what's going on, if it's as bad as we think; I can retrieve 
Thranduil's other two."  
 
"No, we should find out what happened exactly first. If 
Thranduil asks it, then go to his realm and find Feinereg 
and Nimelen. Until then, stay here. I may need you to keep 
an eye on Legolas."  
 
Glorfindel smiled, "I think Elladan would have that 
covered."  
 
Elrond rolled his eyes, "How can he be so attracted to the 
young prince? Legolas is barely within his majority, there 
must be at least two thousand years between them."  
 
"It must run in the family," Glorfindel mused with a 
teasing smile. "You are what? Nearly six millennia older 
than Thranduil?"  
 
"That's different."  
 
Glorfindel nodded, "Sure it is. I've seen the looks you've 
given Thranduil."  
 
Elrond shook his head, "Don't you have duties to attend 
to?"  
 
Glorfindel smiled, "Alas, I do. I fear my teasing will have 
to wait."  
 
"Why am I friends with you Glorfindel?"  
 
"You need someone to keep you in line? Either that, or to 
do all the hard stuff while you go and flirt with the king 
of your closest neighbouring realm."  
 
Elrond gave him a wry look, "You are extremrly irritating."  
 
"I know," Glorfindel said as he walked out of the study.  
 
Elrond sighed, cheered slightly, as he sat at his desk. He 
thought back to Thranduil worrying over Legolas in the room 
only a few doors over. Elrond looked down and saw the small 
carved wooden box. Tracing the interlacing vine patterns, 
he let his mind wander back to the weak state the young 
prince was in.  
 
Standing, Elrond picked the box up and went to check on 
Legolas and Thranduil.  
 
********************  
 
Thranduil looked up from where he was sitting to see Elrond 
walk in holding a small box.  
 
"I think I may have something that may quicken Legolas' 
healing."  
 
Thranduil stood, "What is it?"  
 
Elrond moved to the small table and motioned for Thranduil 
to sit, watching almost unconsciously as the Wood-Elf sat 
gracefully. He opened the box to show the beautiful ring 
with a small, clear blue jewel.  
 
"Vilya?" Thranduil asked, astonished eyes wide. "I cannot 
ask this of you Elrond."  
 
Elrond smiled and rested a hand on Thranduil's shoulder, 
"You do not need to ask for this. I give it freely my 
friend."  
 
Thranduil smiled, "Thank you Elrond."  
 
Picking up the Ring, Elrond walked over to where Legolas 
lay.  
 
After a few minutes, Elrond nearly fell back. Thranduil 
caught the raven-haired lord and brought him over to the 
bed next to where Legolas was beginning to stir.  
 
"I'll be alright," Elrond said. "See to Legolas, he will 
waken soon."  
 
Thranduil smiled and Elrond had the sudden notion to pull 
the Elvenking onto his lap.  
 
"Ada?"  
 
Thranduil was at Legolas' side in an instant, helping him 
sit up.  
 
"It's alright Legolas. How do you feel?"  
 
Legolas smiled weakly, "Better. Much better."  
 
Elrond stepped up after returning the Ring to the box. He 
looked over Legolas carefully, "It seems that you are well 
indeed little prince. Though I still want you to rest here 
for at least a day."  
 
Legolas nodded and Thranduil kissed his brow. Elrond smiled 
and turned as his sharp ears told him that someone else was 
close. Elladan skidded to a halt just at the open door to 
the room. He smiled sheepishly as he realized Elrond stood 
watching with a raised eyebrow.  
 
"Uhm...Hi Father. I just wanted to see if Legolas had 
awoken yet."  
 
Elrond glanced at a smiling Thranduil and a slightly 
blushing Legolas before looking at his son.  
 
"As a matter of fact, Legolas is all healed now. Though he 
is to remain in bed until tomorrow. If Thranduil allows it, 
you may stay with him."  
 
Elladan looked to Thranduil with a pleading look, the ruler 
of Mirkwood nodded his consent before relinquishing his 
seat. Elrond smiled.  
 
"It is not often my takes such a keen interest in anyone, 
nor have I seen him this enthusiastic in some time," Elrond 
said softly as Thranduil joined him by the door.  
 
Thranduil nodded, "Legolas seems to like him. I have no 
objections if they would wish to be friends."  
 
"What if they wished more?"  
 
Thranduil looked at Elrond, dark eyes meeting almost pure 
green ones as a silent question traveled through both. 
Elrond smiled gently, "I wish to speak with you of matters 
not suitable for our children's ears."  
 
"Of course," Thranduil returned the smile. Both fathers 
turned at the sound of a light giggle. Elladan was leaning 
close to Legolas, whispering to him.  
 
Elrond almost grinned as a thought struck him, feeling 
oddly playful. "Elladan, since you seem to be so willing to 
aid in Legolas' recovery, perhaps I should place you at his 
beck and call?"  
 
Elladan grinned and mocked a deep bow to Legolas, "Whatever 
you wish, dear little prince; it shall be yours."  
 
Legolas laughed, "Then I wish only for some water right 
now."  
 
Elrond saw Thranduil's smile from the corner of his eye and 
turned back to the door, "Perhaps we should leave them to 
their games?"  
 
Thranduil nodded, "It would seem the best choice."  
 
The two Elven-Lords left Elladan and Legolas to their games 
and walked together down the hallway.  
 
*****************  
 
Elladan let himself fall, albeit gracefully, to the chair 
by Legolas' bed after handing the younger Elf a glass of 
cool water.  
 
"So, are you feeling better?"  
 
Legolas nodded, "Much. I must thank your father for lending 
his skills."  
 
Elladan smiled, reaching over to brush a stray strand of 
golden hair back to its place behind a delicately pointed 
ear. Legolas blushed as Elladan ran his knuckles lightly 
along Legolas' jaw before letting them fall to a slender 
shoulder.  
 
"I was worried about you."  
 
"Why?"  
 
Elladan smiled, leaning closer, "Because for the first 
time, I'm certain that I love you."  
 
Legolas smiled and Elladan closed the distance between 
them. Their lips touched in a chaste kiss, Legolas unsure 
of what to do. Pulling away, Elladan studied the younger 
Elf's face.  
 
"I'm sorry? I should have-"  
 
Legolas shook his head, placing the glass on the bedside 
table, "No, it's alright. I-I've never kissed…anyone 
before."  
 
Elladan smiled, "Then perhaps the little prince would like 
me to show him?"  
 
Legolas returned the smile, "I would."  
 
*********************************************************** 

Title: Conquering Shadows  
(Chapter 6)  
 
Author: Aithilin (nimcuran_aithilin@hotmail.com)  
 
Pairings: Elladan/Legolas, Elrond/Thranduil  
 
Rating: R  
 
Summary: The Elves of Mirkwood no longer wish to fight off the darkness 
taking their forest.  
 
Disclaimer: Neither poem nor world is mine. I own only Rhiernil, 
Feinereg, Nimelen, Celebdae, and any other random Elf never mentioned 
in any of the books.  
 
Warnings: angst, lime-y, hurt/comfort, general darkness  
 
A/N: Okay....head hurts, strange friends, and school bites(and not in the 
happy vampiric way either)....that about sums up my life. Let's continue, 
shall we?  
 
************************************************************ 
 
Thranduil sighed and took the seat offered to him by Elrond. The Noldo 
sat on the other side of the desk. Elrond steepled his hands in front of him, 
taking note of Thranduil's unease.  
 
"Relax my friend, Elladan will do nothing Legolas does not want."  
 
"I know," the Mirkwood king sighed. "I trust your family."  
 
Elrond smiled slightly, "Than I think it's time you put your trust in my 
family a little further. What happened in your realm? I have heard the 
disturbing rumour of Rhiernil's betrayal. Please, tell me I have heard 
wrong."  
 
Thranduil closed his eyes as if in pain, "You have not heard wrong. 
Rhiernil had attacked Legolas, then myself. I do not know why, he was 
concerned with me taking Legolas away from the forest."  
 
"Did he say why?"  
 
"No. He had brought the plant that initially aided Legolas from the forest, 
though he was loathe to tell me where he found it. Only Feinereg stayed 
with him until his return. I believe that my eldest may have been taken by 
the shadow in the dark tower that had claimed the southern wood."  
 
Elrond shook his head, "There must be some other explanation. What of 
your other two?"  
 
"I told them to flee. I cannot be sure whether or not they escaped 
unharmed. I wish to find them as soon as possible."  
 
Elrond nodded, "I will send Glorfindel to the edge of your realm to see if 
they've come. Is there any place that you can remember where they may 
hide?"  
 
Thranduil nodded, "There is a series of caves they often took Legolas to. If 
they haven't been caught then they are most likely there. But I also fear for 
my people Elrond, I wish to be certain of their safety as well."  
 
"I will see what I can do," Elrond sighed, wishing there was some way to 
reassure Thranduil. "I'll need you to point out where these caves are on a 
map of your realm."  
 
"I have not ventured to them, Legolas has memorized where they are."  
 
Elrond stood and went to sort through a pile of papers before he returned 
to the desk with a rectangular sheet. Thanduil looked at it; it was a map of 
his realm, in great detail.  
 
"I didn't know you had such maps."  
 
Elrond shrugged, "I am a lore-master Thranduil, I am required to have 
such things."  
 
Thranduil raised a sckeptical eyebrow, "You are required to have maps of 
my realm in such detail? And to such scale?"  
 
Elrond coughed nervously, "Ai, yes? But that is not the matter right now. 
Shall we see if Legolas is able to point out the caves?"  
 
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Feinereg stuck his head into the hall nervously, drawing back into his 
room as a troop of orcs stomped by. He faced Nimelen as his younger 
brother finished stuffing things into a small pack.  
 
"Are you ready Nim? We need to find a different way out, the halls are 
swarming with orcs."  
 
Nimelen met his brother's eyes, "What do we do? Can we make it to 
Rivendell? Or should we just stay in the forest? What's happening Fein?"  
 
Feinereg crossed the room to open the window, after judging the distance 
he turned back to face his brother, "We can't stay here. We'll try for 
Imladris, that way we can let Ada know we're okay and we can make sure 
Legolas is alright as well. Elrond will know what to do."  
 
He turned back to the window and leaned out, "Hand me the pack."  
 
Nimelen moved to do as he was told. Feinereg tossed the pack into the tree 
outside of his window before jumping the distance himself. Nimelen 
followed suit and they climbed down carefully. The second they touched 
the ground, Feinereg began in a slow run towards the borders of his 
father's realm. Nimelen was right behind him, keeping pace and covering 
any signs of their passing.  
 
"Fein, where are we going? There's no way we can make Rivendell by 
nightfall."  
 
Feinereg slowed to glance at his brother, then stopped completely as a 
familiar crossroad came into view. To the left was the caves they had 
taken to exploring with their two other brothers. To the right was the path 
that would take them to Elrond's refuge and their father and little brother.  
 
"We need to try. Rhi knows all of our hiding spots within the forest. If we 
can get enough distance between us, we should be able to make it to 
Beorn's at least."  
 
Nimelen nodded his consent and they started down the path to the right, 
continuing with a faster pace.  
 
*********************  
 
Rhiernil paced the throne room that once was his father's command center. 
All of the Elves of the realm had been locked in their rooms, with the 
exception of the cooks and a few servants. Orcs watched their new Elven 
master warily, fearful of the Elf after he had killed one of the captains for 
even mentioning killing one of the other princes.  
 
The eldest Prince of Mirkwood refused to finish the bidding of the Dark 
Lord unless he had Legolas by his side. A dark feeling rose within the Elf, 
an even darker presence lurked on the edge of his mind. The spirit of the 
Dark Lord had not yet taken a new physical form, depending on willing 
hosts to provide him with visual reports on events. Though it was this 
dependancy that Rhiernil had been hoping to exploit, he had 
underestimated the Dark Lord's power and lust for his younger brother. 
Sauron had already gained control once and Rhiernil wasn't planning on 
letting it happen again.  
 
A thought struck the Elf, unsure if it was his own or Sauron's.  
 
"Prepare your warriors. An attack will be launched against the realm of 
Imladris within a week. Go, train further and more will be told as the day 
approaches."  
 
The orcs scurried off to do as they were told. Rhiernil slumped in his 
father's throne, laying his head in his hands.  
 
//Once I have my new form, you shall have your brother.\\  
 
Rhiernil shuddered at the now familiar voice within his own mind. He 
knew that it wasn't going to go well, a foreboding feeling chilled his heart 
and a fear for his family claimed his mind.  
 
*********************  
 
Elladan smiled as he pulled away from a sweet kiss. His grey eyes met 
Legolas' blue and he lifted a hand to run through the silken gold hair.  
 
"Are you satisfied with your lesson my sweet Prince?"  
 
Legolas smiled and leaned into Elladan's caress, "You are a good teacher 
my Lord Elladan."  
 
The young Mirkwood prince grinned mischieviously, "Though I fear that I 
have nothing to compare your lesson to. Perhaps I should find another? 
Say...your brother?"  
 
Elladan narrowed his eyes as a pang of jealousy surged through him. 
Moving quickly, Elrond's son pinned Legolas to the bed. He half-leaned 
over the younger Elf and claimed Legolas' lips possessively.  
 
"No other will touch you my little prince," Elladan said after pulling away. 
Legolas chuckled.  
 
"Do not worry Elladan, I only wish for your touch. Though you really 
must think up better nicknames."  
 
Elrond's son relaxed at the reassurance. He frowned as the last part sunk 
in, "What's wrong with what I've been calling you?"  
 
Legolas sighed, "They lack creativity. Surely someone with a lore-master 
for their father could come up with something more original."  
 
"Give me a few minutes to think up something new than," Elladan said 
with a smile.  
 
Legolas frowned slightly, "Do you mind letting me up now?"  
 
Elladan grinned, "I like you where you are."  
 
At Legolas' deepening scowl, Elladan released his hold on Legolas and sat 
back. The two looked up as the door opened and their father's came in. 
Elrond was carrying a rolled up paper.  
 
"How are you feeling Legolas?" the Master of the Last Homely House 
asked. Thranduil looked over his son and smiled at Legolas' alertness. 
Elladan moved from the chair to let Thranduil take a place next to his son. 
Elrond lay the paper on the table and felt Legolas' forehead, he smiled as 
he felt that the fever had left completely.  
 
Thranduil's eyes met Elladan's as Elrond quickly checked the youngest 
Prince of Mirkwood over. Elladan met Thranduil's gaze squarely and the 
king rose to draw Elrond's son to the side.  
 
"What are your intentions Elladan?" Thranduil asked quietly. "What do 
you desire of my son?"  
 
"Love. I love Legolas and I wish to be with him King Thranduil."  
 
Thranduil searched Elladan's eyes for any hint of dishonesty. Finding 
none, he smiled and nodded slowly. "I can see that what you say is true. 
Just be careful, you have considerably more experience than he does."  
 
Elladan nodded and smiled, "I will be careful King Thranduil. Of course, I 
will do nothing if Legolas or yourself do not wish me to."  
 
"Well said Elladan," Thranduil said. "Though I plan on keeping a close 
eye on you."  
 
"I expect no less."  
 
"Good. You'll be facing at least one lecture from myself."  
 
Elladan chuckled and moved back to Legolas' side as the young Elf 
pointed to a place near the Mirkwood Mountains' foothills.  
 
"Are you certain that the caves are there?"  
 
Legolas nodded, "Yes, the openings are on the northern side. There is a 
path that breaks off from the one that leads to my father's realm. If you're 
following the path east, it should be on the right side."  
 
Elrond smiled and nodded, "Alright. I'm going to send Glorfindel out to 
see if he can find your brothers."  
 
Legolas smiled and Thranduil rested a hand on his shoulder. Elrond left to 
find Glorfindel, taking Elladan with him.  
 
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