Title: Abandonment 1/?
Author: NathanialR
Main Pairing(s) Legolas/Elrohir, Legolas/OC, Legolas/Haldir, Haldir/Celeborn, Thranduil/OC, Legolas/Elegost (OC)
Rating: R
Summary: Legolas decides to stay behind when his lover leaves for Valinor, a young serving boy is found to have Elven 
linage. The elves are leaving middle earth, those that are left behind must come to terms.
Author's Note: I do not know how long this will be, it began as an ongoing dream…weird huh? Those are the main 
pairings above, but my muse (It’s finicky like that) may decide to add lesser pairings. The Servant OC is from a novel I 
am creating, so his back story is quite intense, I left out some of it but hey at least he’s not 2 dimensional! My grammar 
is a horrible thing, please do forgive, but enjoy the story. 
Warnings: MPreg, Character death
Author's email: bleedingrose999@hotmail.com (Criticize me! Not on the Grammar! NO! *flees*)

Chapter one 
Leaving and Meeting

The coronation day, servants ran across the great hall with drink and food for the guests arriving. The doors 
were opened by the guardsman, royals and courtesans chattering, laughing filling the halls. It took a 
moment, but a moment for the crowd to settle into groups. The tension was not visible but the groups barely 
mingled, Rohirrim and Gondorians, Elves of Rivendell and Lothlórien. The elves of Mirkwood, only five 
stayed away from the rest of the guests, their prince not among them. Legolas, prince of Mirkwood stood 
between two identical dark haired men who seemed to be bantering.
“Wait until there is a slower song being played Elrohir.”
“So you may steal him until then?” the other twin retorted, the prince watching them both amused.
This conversation continued thoughts taking the smile from the pale elves lips, eyes catching the now 
crowned King Elessar watching him. What would be Elohir’s reaction to his staying? He could not leave 
Aragorn now, their still was to much left undone. For certainty he had been friends with the twins for 
centuries, had been Elrohir’s lover for more then sixty years now, but he had an obligation. The forest of 
Ithilien needed replanting, buildings and homes needed to be rebuilt, and the threat of orcs was not yet over. 
Seeing that both half elf twins were so deeply engrossed in their banter Legolas began towards the 
Gondorian King through the dancers.

The servant stayed near one of the banquet tables pouring drinks and serving food afraid that he would have 
to mingle with the crowd. His eyes barely left the groups of Eldar who spoke amongst themselves, 
admiration in his wide icy blue orbs. Feeling an elbow in his side he squeaked looking to his right to one of 
the squires. 
“I must serve the Lady Éowyn, I need a hand. Queen Arwen requests a light white wine.” 
He poured the wine swallowing his fears, doubts being pushed aside taking up goblet and pitcher bracing 
himself before immersing himself in the crowd. With light feet and fast reflexes he dodged about the 
dancing couples and talking groups becoming short of breath towards the throne.

Legolas stood by the King’s right side, Arwen sitting upon his left as nobles human and Elven alike 
bombarded the royal couple with congratulations, questions, requests and offers. Taking a moment of 
respite Aragorn turned to Legolas worried for the far off look in his friend’s eyes.
“You have not told him have you?”
The eyes snapped blue to the human at his side, Aragorn knew him far to well, “I have told no one as of yet, 
I must tell the twins, my father, family and my dearest friends.”
“Rivendell leaves before the others, Elrond does not wish to leave, but his heart aches for Celebrían.”
Legolas knew this, the twins had told him countless times in the past, though it had not felt so imminent as it 
did now.
“You must tell them soon, especially Elrohir, they will need time,” the Queen added to the conversation as a 
younger servant approached with wine.
“Ai, I was thinking, perhaps tonight.”
“Good,” Aragorn answered ending any further talk on that topic.
Legolas sighed watching the dancing crowd with disinterest wishing he could wait to tell the twins.
“Excuse me milord,” the faint hesitant voice addressed the elf from to his right.
Eyes looked from the crowd to the boy before him, for certainty it was a boy? He looked more feminine 
then many young Elven females, with his long black hair and large scared icy blue eyes. He looked so 
young, barely more then a child to humans or elves alike. Noticing the pitcher of wine and a goblet in the 
boy’s hands he shook his head coming to himself, he needed his senses about him in the coming 
confrontation. The servant boy nodded eyes on the floor his form shaking, quaking in fear. Legolas watched 
him a moment curiously wondering why he would be so afraid of him and the others. The younger servant 
tried to steady himself as he came up from his bow, turning to go back through the crowds when he broke 
out coughing. The pitcher tipped to the side perilously as a hand came to the chest the boy’s form beginning 
to double over in pain. Legolas wrapped an arm about the servant’s shoulders as Aragorn grabbed the goblet 
and pitcher before they fell. Steadying the boy, Legolas watched as the form was wracked with coughs, icy 
blue eyes straying up to Legolas a tear falling down a porcelain cheek. Pain, misery, hopelessness all shone 
in intense and heart-wrenching eyes of the younger. Legolas held tightly to him as the boy coughed so badly 
that he could no longer stand, being supported by the prince’s arms.
“I will get a healer,” one of the many nobles spoke up but Aragorn shook his head.
“That cough is thick, it worries me, Legolas please bring him to a vacant guest room. I will have Elrond 
help him.”
“My lord all the extra rooms are being used for your guests,” a servant piped up from the side, many now 
watching the scene unfolding before the throne.
“I will let him stay in mine,” Legolas finished taking up the boy cradling him against his chest turning his 
back to watchful, curious eyes of the strangers in the crowd. The youngster continued to cough into his arms 
as Legolas made his way to the doors leading to the hall.

Eyes had closed after that one tear had managed to escape from his eye, shamed and pained. When the Eldar 
had picked him up into his arms he was trying in vain to breathe easier, his head now turning into the Elf’s 
chest hating heights. Concentrating on breathing, the nauseous feelings began to go away; he could not 
believe he was in the arms of a first born. Oh those thoughts were silly, Haluin had held him before and he 
had not acted like this, but Haluin was family. Thoughts of shame came then, he could not believe his body 
had begun the wracking in such a place, why could he not suffer the pain alone? It always had to happen in 
places like that, where he could be embarrassed and embarrass others. A hand moved beneath him to open 
the door ahead though he could not look away from the silver/white of the Eldar’s tunic until he felt the 
cushioning of a bed beneath him. Able to finally draw a shuddering breath into his burning lungs he looked 
up at Legolas who took a seat beside him for the first time.
His eyes widened a little at the beauty of the one beside him, but knowing it to be rude he looked away as 
Legolas began to speak, “You will be well cared for child, Elrond is very trained in healing.”
“Elrond?” the boy asked the name coming out with a breath still ragged.
“You know of him?” Legolas asked curious of how the boy could all the way down here in Gondor.
“I lived in Rivendell in my youth for a year before going back to Rohan.”
Legolas observed the other in silence for a moment as the younger began to breathe more normally, the door 
opening Lord Elrond entering and coming to the bedside.
“I was told you are suffering from wracking coughs child. Is their anything else that is bothering you? When 
did this begin?”
“When I was young we found I was born with a weak heart, and from then it has only worsened. I 
sometimes cough up blood when my lungs become over exerted.”
Elrond was by his side then a hand laying on the boys chest feeling the fast beat of the heart and the wasp of 
the lungs trying to fill with air to breathe. A sad look came to the Ancient elves face as he regarded the one 
laying beside him who looked to be no more then thirteen years of age.
“You know do you not?” the question was answered by a nod.
“I have known most of my life that I would die young by my heart.”
Legolas’s eyes widened, “He is dieing Lord Elrond? Is their naught we can do for him?”
“If he has been this way for so long and his parents had the ability to ask for help from others then no. They 
have decided and I believe the child has as well to not seek help.” 
Legolas turned back to the bed eyes full of confusion, unable to understand the want to give up on living.
“It would just cause more heartache, the hope that such would work. I have seen much in my short years, 
my parents were horse breeders and we traveled through out, so I am not sad that it ends. It-it just pains me 
that I will die not knowing-,” he closed his eyes furrowing his brow.
“The pain of not knowing what melin? Legolas asked a hand lying upon the younger’s shoulder.
“I-I wanted to know,” he blushed eyes still closed in his embarrassment, “love. My parents loved each other 
so intensely I wished to know the same, or at least close. That is the one thing I will never know in my short 
years.”
Legolas squeezed his shoulder as Elrond brought a chair to his bedside to sit, “Before we ask more, may we 
know a name?”
“Oh!” the boy nodded blushing a moment, embarrassed further that he had forgotten to tell the Eldar his 
name, “Nathanial Quele.”
“Quele?”  Elrond thought a moment; indeed yes it did sound Elvish to him though the meaning evaded him.
“You have Elven ancestors?”
“Yes! My grandfather Haluin was an Elf, his hair was even paler then yours prince.”
Legolas cocked a brow, “How do you know I am royalty?”
“My parents taught me Sindarin, Quenya, and common. I was born in Rohan, so I speak their speech as 
well, I can read those and a little Noldorian but the speaking of it is hard for me. My parents wanted me to 
know all of the world, for knowledge was safety they would say.”
“So your grandfather fell for a woman of Rohan? Did he tell where he was from?”
“A forest after the mountains, loth-,” he paused trying to remember the name of the Forest of the Light.
“Lothlórien?” Legolas helped Nathanial nodding before a knock sounded on the door.
“Ada? Legolas?” Elrohir called creaking the door open peeking into the room.
“Elrohir?” Legolas stood by the bedside as Elrohir entered looking to child upon the bed.
“You disappeared and you had not returned; I became worried.”
“I am sorry-,” he stopped himself leaving off the normal occurring endearment.
“Go Legolas, I will care for the child,” Legolas turned back to Elrond as he spoke un-wishing to leave 
neither the young one, nor looking forward of the impending argument. He looked to the child worryingly 
not wishing to leave him but knowing he had to, he had to have this talk with Elrohir. 
The boy smiled up at the Elven Prince and Legolas sighed, “Alright, take care Nathanial Quele,” he 
followed Elrohir then through the door.

Ending up in Elrohir’s chambers he stayed standing as Elrohir sat upon the bed motioning for Legolas to 
join him sitting their.
“Legolas, these last few days you have acted so very different, ever sense I arrived in Minis Tirith. What has 
happened? To you-,” Elrohir took up Legolas’s hand, “To us?”
Legolas smiled sadly at Elrohir, “I am sorry that I have waited this long to tell you this. I can not leave 
Middle Earth yet Elrohir, Aragorn still needs my help.”
Elrohir’s eyes opened a little wider, “You will not go to Valinor with us? With me?”
“Not yet, the forests need replanting, the homes to be rebuilt.”
Elrohir looked away through the window at the land that had claimed his lover, “When?”
“After Aragorn’s death, I well perhaps sail,” Legolas answered feeling the lack of pressure of the one 
holding his hand.
“That could be more then fifty years Legolas!”
Eyes of blue met eyes of brown,” Ai, it could be more then eighty Elrohir, which is why I had such a hard 
time telling you.”
“So then, it is over?” such despair, I could see the longing in my eyes. What could be worse? Making him 
wait in Valinor for me for upwards of a hundred years or hurt him now by telling him it is over?
“Ai,” Legolas whispered standing unable to look at the twin any longer.
Hearing no response Legolas left tears threatening to fall but withheld as the Elf walked towards the castle 
gardens knowing he would get no peace but in the trees.