Title: And So the Leaf Falls. Pt. 8/? 
Author: Deathangelgw 
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com 
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me. Though I wouldn’t mind 
them! ~_^ 
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime, slash. 
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas, hinted Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Haldir, and 
Elrohir/Rumil 
Rating: PG-13 
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain Mirkwood prince 
Notes: I know I know…long time! Inspiration hits when and where it can and 
so, guess what it hit this time? *laughs* Thanks for the reviews and to MA 
thanks for the beta! Love ya! Enjoy! Feedback is much loved and appreciated! 
 
‘thoughts’ 
 
Three weeks. Three weeks had passed by in a seemingly endless cycle of 
waking, eating, and traveling for the Mirkwood Prince. Yet he had not 
stopped, knowing he had to return home for his father. But his heart ached 
as the days and miles passed, knowing that he longed for Imladris and, more 
importantly, the Lord of Imladris. 
 
Haldir and Rumil had parted ways with him back in Lothlorien about a week 
past, bringing the golden Prince near to despair with his loneliness. The 
trip had provided the three Elven warriors a chance to learn from the other 
as well as of the other and had given hope to Legolas that things may indeed 
be patched between the Elven Realms. Or at least…on the way to it. 
 
His heart lightened though as he came upon the dark, yet lush forests of his 
home. Mirkwood, once Greenwood the Great, was fighting a losing battle with 
the darkness of Dol Gûldur. The shadows, Orcs, and giant spiders crept ever 
farther into the Elven Realm, but the Wood Elves fought back hard, always 
vigilant. This, above all else, gave much pride to the young Prince. 
 
With a sigh that was a mix between trepidation, anticipation, and longing, 
Legolas proceeded into his home, smiling as he was greeted joyfully by his 
fellow soldiers and Elves. By the time he came into the heart of Mirkwood, 
his return had been announced and rejoiced. Elves ran out from their homes 
to greet him as he went up the causeway that led to the main stronghold of 
the Mirkwood royal family. He beamed as he saw his father and siblings 
standing before his home, all exultant in his return in their own ways. His 
eldest brother Brandglaur stood near their father, an almost spitting image 
of their sire as Legolas was. His two sisters, Merilgîl and Lalvenmîr, were 
a blend of their mother and father, though Merilgîl looked more of Thranduil 
than their departed mother as they stood near their brother and father, 
nearly bouncing in anticipation despite decorum. 
 
Smiling in delight at their welcome, the youngest son of Thranduil 
dismounted immediately and went to them immediately. He laughed as he was 
hugged joyfully by his sisters, and then clasped arms with his brother 
before hugging him as well. He came last to his father and their eyes 
sparkled with joy at being together as they gazed at the other. Thranduil 
held his son's hands tightly; delight in his very countenance as he spoke 
softly with his son before hugging him tightly. They went inside, Legolas 
sharing much of what he had seen and learned in his travels as his family 
listened intently or asked questions. 
 
Hours later, the youngest Prince sat with his father in the king's private 
rooms, talking softly over a goblet of wine. Legolas pushed back the longing 
for his beloved at this familiar ritual that he had shared similarly with 
Elrond not long ago, instead focusing on his father's questions and tales as 
much as possible. But his peaceful quiet did not get to last for long, much 
to his despair. 
 
"So, my son…tell me. Who has caught your fair eye in Imladris that you 
almost did not return to us?" Thranduil's question was to the point, but 
gentle enough in his efforts to make his son feel at ease. 
 
But Legolas was not at ease at all as he hastily glanced away, sipping his 
wine tremulously as he fought for composure. He knew his heart, but feared 
his father's own reactions to the news. So, instead, he stalled. "You were 
right in thinking it is one of the Peredhil, Ada." 
 
"Ah, I see. So…shall we arrange for the engagement of you and fair Arwen?" 
Thranduil commented cheerfully, smiling happily at the thought that at least 
his son had found a proper prospect to give his heart away to. His mind 
whirled with the plans that such an alliance would gain between the two 
lands and so missed Legolas' murmured reply. He blinked as he realized his 
son had responded and looked at him, frowning. "What was that, my son?" 
 
Looking down as his hands fidgeted with the goblet, Legolas felt his face 
flush with his apprehension as he repeated his damning words. "Nay, Ada. Tis 
not Arwen that my soul craves to be bound to, but her…father's." He didn't 
move as a stifling silence fell over them, feeling his father's eyes bore 
into his profile. 
 
"Repeat that…again. My hearing must be leaving me in my age," Thranduil said 
softly, dangerously as he watched his son slowly look up so their eyes were 
locked and no boundaries were between them. 
 
"I am in love with Elrond Peredhel, Ada. Not with fair Arwen, whom I regard 
as my sister," Legolas repeated firmly as he faced his father, hiding his 
trembling under a white knuckled grasp on his goblet as he stared down his 
father. 
 
A mask instantly came upon Thranduil's face and he stood immediately, pacing 
to the fire. Legolas watched him nervously, unnerved by the quiet control 
his father was exerting. Normally, his father would rant and rave if 
something upset him. But this…this was almost eerily worse than anything 
Legolas had faced with him. Thranduil didn't turn as he stared into the 
calming blaze that flickered before him, so Legolas couldn't see what his 
face was set in as he spoke. "I think it is late, ionen. You must be tired. 
You best leave." 
 
"Ada I…" Legolas stopped and took a deep breath as he looked down. He closed 
his eyes and nodded, even though his father wouldn't have seen it with his 
back to his son. "As you wish, Ada. I shall see you in the morn then. Good 
night," he whispered unhappily as he set aside his goblet and left the room, 
heading for his own room. Stripping and washing, he dressed for bed, but 
found sleep eluding him as his mind roiled. He sat on his bed, curled up and 
feeling very small in his misery. He longed for his beloved now more than 
ever, needing to feel the strong arms holding him close to the comforting 
chest as dark hair spilled around him, shielding him from any and all hurts. 
With a soft sniffle that was barely heard, he buried his face in his knees 
and wept, falling into troubled reverie as he yearned for his twilight 
lover. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
The next morning, Legolas' siblings noticed a distinct change in their 
youngest brother from the previous day. Glancing at each other after 
observing the solitude that their brother had wrapped himself into even at 
the breakfasting table, they nodded in agreement and moved as one, sitting 
next to Legolas in one big comforting group. 
 
"What is wrong, muindor?" Lalvenmîr asked in concern as she put her hand on 
his tightly laced hands, squeezing them. 
 
"You are very troubled, tôr neth. Talk to us," Brandglaur added softly as 
Merilgîl nodded silently in support as she wrapped an arm around Legolas' 
shoulders comfortingly. 
 
Looking slowly up at them, Legolas startled his siblings with the tears that 
were streaking down his face. "I…am afraid Ada does not approve of whom I 
chose to love," he whispered shakily, struggling to hold back his sobs as he 
looked back down at his clenched hands. 
 
"Why would he not approve? I have heard that Arwen is one of the loveliest 
of our people and that she is as gentle as a dove!" Merilgîl replied in 
surprise, echoing the surprise that came from her siblings as they leaned in 
more to comfort the youngest of them. 
 
"It is because it is *not* Arwen that he is upset," Legolas murmured 
chokingly, clenching his eyes shut as he trembled, biting his lip. "And now 
I may never see him again if Ada has anything to say about it!" he cried, 
his control shattering with his words. With a soft sob, he buried his face 
in his arms, anguish wracking his body. 
 
"Nay nay, muindor! That is not true! Ada wants us happy, even if tis not 
with someone of the opposite sex!" Lalvenmîr crooned soothingly as she and 
her sister rubbed their brother's back soothingly, trying to calm him. 
Brandglaur nodded silently as he reached forward and cupped the shaking 
hands with his own, rubbing them in his own way of soothing. 
 
"Tis Elrond Peredhel that I love!" Legolas' cracking declaration echoed 
through the room as shocked silence greeted it. He sat up, wiping his face 
with shaking hands as he sniffled, not daring to look at the shocked faces 
of his siblings. "Tis…Elrond Peredhel…that I love and wish to bind with," he 
whispered softly, finally looking up at their slack jawed faces in despair. 
 
"Lord…Elrond? But Legolas…" Merilgîl's voice trailed off in her shock as he 
gazed at her solemnly. 
 
"Oh muindor. No wonder you fear Ada's wrath," Lalvenmîr's voice was filled 
with sorrow and sympathy as she hugged him, sniffling as he hugged her back 
just as tightly. 
 
"Does Lord Elrond return your feelings, tôr neth?" Brandglaur's question was 
grim as was his face as Legolas looked at him sadly. 
 
"Aye, he does. Wholeheartedly. It took all his might to allow me to come 
home, for we do not wish to be parted," Legolas replied quietly, his tones 
soft with love and happiness as he spoke of his true love. "When I am with 
him I feel safe…wanted…warm. He gives to me more than any lover I ever had. 
I know that he is the one." 
 
"Then…I will try to help you, Legolas," Brandglaur said firmly after taking 
a deep breath. He smiled as Legolas smiled for the first time that morning 
and squeezed his brother's hands once more. 
 
"And I!" Lalvenmîr chirped out cheerfully, giggling as Legolas grinned at 
her and hugged her. 
 
"Do not forget me, tôr neth. We shall make sure Ada will see your love and 
accept it," Merilgîl added with a warm smile as she cupped his tearstained 
face, wiping it clear. "Come…let us go and speak with him now. I think a 
united front will have him understanding soonest," she said firmly, smiling 
as the other three nodded in agreement. Standing, they left the breakfasting 
room and headed for their father's chambers so they could speak with him. 
 
Legolas nibbled on his lip, but he felt warmth and security from his 
siblings. He wondered yet again how he had ended up so lucky to have such 
understanding siblings as they went into the main study of their father's 
rooms. He stiffened as he saw Thranduil bent over his desk, writing silently 
on a scroll before putting aside his quill at their interruption. 
 
"What may I do for you, children?" Thranduil's voice was pleasant, yet all 
felt a slight chill run through them at the hardness underneath the warm 
tones. 
 
"Ada…we wished to speak to you on Legolas' choice of binding mate," Merilgîl 
spoke up first, finding her courage faster than her siblings as she stepped 
forward and smiled at their father. 
 
"What binding mate? Legolas had some fling…that is all." The cold finality 
in the King's voice sent a tremor of fear through Legolas as he stood 
between his eldest brother and middle sister. 
 
"Ada how could you! Legolas has found love with Lord Elr-" 
 
"You will not speak that thrice damned Peredhel's name in my presence ever 
again. Am I clear?" Thranduil's icy rage cut through anything that his 
eldest daughter had been saying swiftly, silencing them in shock. He stood 
slowly, his burning eyes slowly going from one child to the next as he 
spoke. "There was never a prospect for a mate for Legolas nor will there be. 
The Peredhel will never be mentioned by any of you in front of me or Legolas 
again, nor will any suggestions of a so-called 'love' be even hinted at. Am 
I clear?" he said quietly, his voice held at a level that had all four 
trembling from the terrible possibility underneath, for it held barely 
restrained rage. 
 
"But…Ada…" Lalvenmîr whimpered out softly, sniffling as she held tightly to 
her youngest brother's arm, holding him up. She could feel him trembling and 
knew that his heart was breaking at their father's decree. 
 
"Am…I…clear?" Thranduil repeated slowly but firmly, biting out the words as 
his rage threatened once more. He sat down once more and returned to his 
writing, his silence a dismissal that had their hearts trembling in sorrow. 
 
Turning, the four left the room silently, each dismayed at their father's 
blatant act of hatred that had now torn his youngest heart's to shreds. But 
they could not think on it long as Legolas slowly collapsed to the ground, 
catatonic with his anguish. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
Gray eyes stared unseeingly out the large window as Elrond gazed at his 
vale, lost in memories and longings. It had been nearly two months since his 
beloved wind runner had returned to his realm, but it felt as though 
centuries had passed. His heart and soul ached for his beloved, but he kept 
going, knowing that they would be reunited someday if the fates allowed it. 
 
He blinked as he heard his name called and looked over slowly to see Erestor 
entering, smiling as he held a letter. "A letter for you, meldiren," the 
advisor said happily as he handed over the scroll that had just been 
delivered. 
 
Heart racing as he saw the seal of Mirkwood on it, Elrond hastily opened it, 
much to his friend's amusement. But the amusement died as Elrond stumbled 
back, face ashen and filled with horrified despair. "My Lord! Is something 
wro-Elrond!" Erestor lunged forward as Elrond tilted, and then fell forward 
in shock, sobbing very slightly in a despair that tore at the advisor's 
heart in hearing. Holding the now sobbing Peredhel close, Erestor strove to 
soothe and calm his friend as he found the letter and read its heartbreaking 
contents. 
 
/To Elrond Peredhel, Lord of Imladris. 
 
I, Thranduil Oropherion, have hereby decreed that you, Elrond Peredhel, 
shall have no more to do with my son, Legolas Thranduilion. Your false 
claims of love will no longer be allowed near anyone of my realm, nor will 
your taint of human blood be tolerated in any way to the purity of my 
family. Your black sorcery and perversions are a bane that shall not come to 
our realm, whether in elegant claims of love or otherwise. 
 
If any contact is even tried, you will taste the tip of my sword. Legolas is 
also hereby banned from any contact with you or your spawn until the end of 
Arda. Do not attempt to see him again or I shall make it impossible for you 
to ever do so no matter what the cost. 
 
Signed, 
 
Thranduil Oropherion. 
King of Mirkwood./ 
 
TBC 
 
******************* 
 
Title: And So the Leaf Falls. Pt. 9/? 
Author: Deathangelgw 
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com 
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me. Though I wouldn’t mind 
them! ~_^ 
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime, slash. 
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas, hinted Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Haldir, and 
Elrohir/Rumil 
Rating: PG-13 
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain Mirkwood prince 
Notes: Here I thought it was going to be another month for more because the 
muses went on hiatus! Glad I was wrong! Thanks for the reviews and to MA 
thanks for the beta! Love ya! Enjoy! Feedback is much loved and appreciated! 
 
‘thoughts’ 
 
A lone rider approached the darkened forests of Mirkwood, leading an almost 
skeletal, yet sinister creature behind him. The rider stopped, tilting his 
head ever so slightly as the wind blew up around them in warning, drowning 
out the inane babble of the creature. 
 
Leaning his head up as if in a decision, the rider tugged back his hood a 
little bit to reveal his face. "Elves of Mirkwood I come in peace! I seek an 
audience with King Thranduil on behalf of Mithrandir!" His words floated out 
clear and strong, supported by the wind through the trees. 
 
"Tell me, human, why are you to speak to our King and not Mithrandir 
himself?" A rather derisive tone of voice preceded the emergence of several 
Elves, all with arrows aimed at the two strangers. 
 
"That I cannot say, however I bear a letter from him as well," the stranger 
replied as he took out a sealed scroll and handed it to the leader, who had 
been the one speaking. 
 
Taking the letter and examining it, the Elf nodded slowly. He glanced 
disdainfully at the still muttering creature. "And what is this…thing?" he 
asked in disgust. 
 
"He is the creature Gollum, once known as Sméagol. I captured him in the 
Dead Marshes and I am bringing him to Mirkwood so that they might guard 
him," the stranger replied with an amused smile. 
 
"I…see," the Elf replied with a wrinkle of his nose before glancing up at 
the rider. "And you are?" 
 
"In the Dunedain, I am known as Strider, but amongst the Elves I am Aragorn, 
son of Arathorn," the rider known as Aragorn supplied with a bow of his 
head. 
 
"Son of Arathorn you say? As in, the heir of Isildur, betrayer of the 
light?" the Elf asked in half interest, half wariness as he fingered his 
sword hilt. 
 
"The son of Arathorn…and that is all," Aragorn responded firmly, eyes 
flashing with a hint of anger. 
 
"And the foster son of Elrond…if I am not mistaken," the Elf added slyly as 
he glanced up at the human, smirking as he saw the Man stiffen. "We are 
ordered to kill any who dare come from that realm to ours," he murmured 
before slowly looking up at Aragorn challengingly. 
 
Bowing his head, Aragorn countered quietly, "And start a Kin slaying for 
your King's closed mind and cold decree? Fine then…let my blood be spilt for 
those whom I was raised by and love. But I shall not raise a sword against 
those who have not earned it." 
 
Eyes gazing at the Man intently, the Elf remained silent as the wind blew 
gently around them. Suddenly a smirk appeared on the pale face. "Perhaps we 
might just maim you as a warning. But we shall leave that for our King to 
decide. Mayhap you may be able to force sense on him when we, his children, 
have not. Come…I shall lead you in, Aragorn, son of Arathorn," he said with 
amusement, patting the leg of the Ranger as they looked at each other. 
 
Aragorn chuckled softly under his breath as the commander quietly gave 
orders to his men before returning to Aragorn's side. Gently kneeing his 
horse into a slow walk, the Ranger followed after the mystery Elf and 
considered himself lucky that he was indeed still alive. 'It would seem that 
not all Elves believe in Thranduil's decree…' he thought in bemusement, 
still pondering what the Elf had meant by 'we, his children'. Shrugging it 
off and knowing it would most likely be explained later, Aragorn refocused 
on their conversation as they went to the heart of the forest. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
Thranduil sat tall on his throne as he waited for the bold Ranger that had 
dared to come to his realm. His face was marred by a small frown, while his 
eyes were cold as they stared at the door to his throne room. He glanced to 
the side slightly, taking in the presence of his three children that were 
home. His eyes, however, did not stay long on the waning visage of his 
youngest son. He immediately squashed the tremble of regret and sorrow that 
keened inside of him at the sight of what his decree had caused. He would 
not regret it now nor would he change… 
 
After his decree fifty years ago, he and his family along with their kingdom 
had watched as Legolas had slowly faded from his sorrow. The once youthful 
and vibrant visage was now pale and almost translucent. His eyes that had 
once rivaled the sky were now dull and empty, while his figure which had 
once vibrated with strength and vitality was but a shadow of his Elven 
heritage. Golden hair now dulled to a pale yellow hung loosely about the 
thin frame and, while he had not succumbed yet to the Elven sickness, it was 
clear that Legolas was losing his want to live. But Thranduil refused to 
change his mind, telling himself that twas better his son die free of the 
Peredhil curse than to be tainted anymore by its vile touches. 
 
Focusing forward once more as he heard the doors open, Thranduil watched his 
eldest, dressed in his border uniform, enter, leading the human and the 
creature that the scouts had reported. He resisted the urge to wrinkle his 
nose in disgust at the muttering beast, calming his face into a cool mask as 
his hard emerald eyes took in the Man's form instead. "Who has dared come 
into my realm from Imladris?" he asked coldly, his voice floating throughout 
the hall. 
 
Bowing his head as he stepped forward, the Man saluted Thranduil with a hand 
over his heart. "King Thranduil, I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn," he answered 
quietly, causing murmurs of surprise and suspicion to immediately well up at 
the mention of his name. 
 
Looking around sharply at his advisors in a silent order for quiet, 
Thranduil returned his gaze to Aragorn. "Son of Arathorn, you say. I knew 
your father…he was a good Man, even if he was raised by the Peredhil," he 
said thoughtfully, though spite poisoned the last word and earned a sharp 
look of reproach from both his family and from Aragorn. "What brings you 
here, brave son of Arathorn, when you know of my decree?" he demanded as he 
sat up, tilting his chin haughtily. 
 
"I bring a message from Mithrandir as well as seek for your cooperation in 
holding the creature Gollum in your dungeon," Aragorn replied smoothly as he 
straightened and offered the sealed scroll, which Thranduil's scribe took 
and brought to the King. 
 
"Mithrandir, you say? And where is the old wizard now?" Thranduil asked 
sarcastically, yet fondly as he broke the seal and quickly read the 
contents. 
 
"That I can not say, King Thranduil. But what he needed for you to see was 
urgent," Aragorn responded politely, yet stiffly as he stood before them. 
 
Remaining silent as he gazed at the letter before glancing up at the human, 
Thranduil nodded. "Very well then…Calenglîr, show our guest to some quarters 
so that he may clean up. Never let it be said that Mirkwood treats guests 
shoddily. Brandglaur, take this…Gollum…to the dungeons and feed it," he 
ordered as he gestured to the various people. Aragorn bowed his head in 
thanks before following the advisor out, while Brandglaur took the light 
chain and tugged on it gently to encourage Gollum to follow him out. Gollum 
protested a bit, but, when met with an Elven sword at his throat, he 
grumbled and growled, but followed reluctantly. 
 
Thranduil tilted his head and rested his chin on his fist as he gazed 
thoughtfully at the wall, wondering what the wizard was up to. He dismissed 
all present in the hall and went to his study to ponder what Mithrandir's 
words might foretell. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
Walking almost as silently as the Elven hosts that he was staying with, 
Aragorn looked around the caverns of the Mirkwood kingdom as he wandered 
them. He had cleaned up once the aide had left him in his guest rooms, then 
had had dinner brought to him. After eating and still feeling restless 
despite his fatigue, he took to wandering the stone home of the forest 
Elves. 
 
He came to a grotto that held a vast garden, lush with trees and flowering 
plants. He smiled as he listened to the birds singing, their notes echoing 
on the marble and granite walls. He walked in quietly, his footsteps 
softened by the luxuriant green grass that carpeted the ground. He glanced 
around, noting the small waterfall that was rumbling in the distant corner, 
where a small stream flowed away from it to form into a clear pool near the 
center of the grotto. He guessed that there must be an underground river for 
it to remain so clear, for there was naught but a bit of dirt within its 
sparkling depths. 
 
Stopping, he tilted his head as he heard soft singing near him, filled with 
melancholy and longing as it floated amidst the birdsong and waterfall. He 
turned and followed its sad tones until he found the youngest son of 
Thranduil where he sat under a tree. His heart ached as he saw the verdant 
longing on the Prince's pale face as the slender fingers clung to the 
pendant that he, in his youth, vaguely remembered hearing the twins saying 
had been a gift from their father to the Prince. As the song ended, the Man 
crept over quietly. "Such a sad song from one that had brought such great 
joy once," he murmured quietly, surprising the young Prince. 
 
Looking up, startled, Legolas looked away quickly once he had seen who it 
was. "My heart only knows sorrow, even as I cling to this life in the vague 
hope that my father will repent and allow me my heart's desire," he replied 
bitterly as he brought his knees up and wrapped his arms around them 
tightly. 
 
"My foster father also clings to that hope, Prince Legolas. He longs for 
you, even as the night longs for the moon's gentle light," Aragorn said 
softly as he sat down next to the Elf nimbly. 
 
"Your words are such that you understand longing, Aragorn. Your heart longs 
for one such and must be denied?" Legolas asked quietly as he looked up and 
focused on Aragorn sadly. 
 
"Aye…my heart has been taken by one of your kind. You know her well," 
Aragorn answered hesitantly after a minute of silence. 
 
"Arwen," came the soft answer as it was lit by a small smile while the 
Prince nodded in understanding. "She is lovely for an Ellith," he added with 
a teasing wink and laughed slightly as Aragorn's cheeks pinked slightly 
before the Ranger looked away. 
 
"I first saw her on a bridge in Imladris and wondered if I had wandered into 
a dream. She felt the same when I told her," Aragorn mumbled as he looked 
down, picking at the grass as memories came to him once more, warming him. 
 
Legolas observed him closely and smiled softly as he relaxed. "So your 
feelings are returned. Then why so sad?" he asked quietly. 
 
"Like you, my feelings are not well received by my foster father. The twins 
accept it, more for that it makes Arwen happy. However…" Aragorn trailed off 
and sighed softly. 
 
"However, my beloved one is afraid of Arwen's looming choice," Legolas 
surmised correctly, sighing as well as Aragorn nodded miserably. He reached 
over and placed a cool hand on Aragorn's arm. "Mellonen…how did we end up 
loving that which is forbidden?" he asked teasingly. 
 
Aragorn looked up and blinked, then started to laugh. Legolas joined him, 
laughing softly at the irony of their situations. A comfortable silence fell 
over them for a while as they sat within the grotto. 
 
But after a while, Aragorn turned to Legolas. "Legolas…I wish to ask you 
something on behalf of someone we care for." 
 
"Ask and I shall see what I may do," Legolas replied easily as he inclined 
his head towards Aragorn while leaning back onto his hands. 
 
"Do not give up hope. Times are changing and you, I feel, will be needed. 
Grow stronger and remain firm in the faith that you will see my foster 
father once more and that your love is ever strong," Aragorn said firmly as 
Legolas looked at him in surprise. 
 
Listening to the softly spoken words, Legolas felt something stir within his 
heart: hope and the desire to live. He nodded firmly and smiled as Aragorn 
clasped his hand with a smile and a warm nod before standing. He watched the 
human go, and then looked forward once more. Perhaps there was something to 
live for after all… 
 
TBC 
 
************* 
 
Title: And So the Leaf Falls. Pt. 10/? 
Author: Deathangelgw 
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com 
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me. Though I wouldn’t mind 
them! ~_^ 
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime, slash. 
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas, hinted Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Haldir, and 
Elrohir/Rumil 
Rating: NC-17…bwahaha 
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain Mirkwood prince 
Notes: Here I thought it was going to be another month for more because the 
muses went on hiatus! Glad I was wrong! Thanks for the reviews and to MA 
thanks for the beta! Love ya! Enjoy! Feedback is much loved and appreciated! 
 
‘thoughts’ 
 
Eyes sharp with irritation and impatience, Thranduil stared at where his 
commanding officer as well as his eldest son knelt before him after giving 
the news that the creature Gollum had escaped. He turned from them and 
stood, nearly growling in his frustration as the two nervously watched him 
while his scribe, Calenglîr, sat nearby writing, yet ever attentive to what 
the King may need at a moment's notice. 'This is unacceptable! Here we were 
charged to watch this creature and he escaped?!' "This is absolutely 
intolerable!" he finally yelled as he whirled around, glaring at his 
repentant son and general. 
 
"My King, forgive me, but it was a terrible oversight. We did not think that 
the creature would be so clever in escaping from our guards, nor did we 
anticipate such an attack from the Yrch." His general, Doronvell, looked up 
slowly, face grim. "We took for granted the cunning of such an evil," he 
said regretfully. (Orcs) 
 
"And now this Gollum is free after we had been charged with its caretaking!" 
Thranduil snarled out as he stalked over. His hand whipped out, slapping 
both his son and his general across the face in stinging blows before he 
stalked away, pacing in his rage. 
 
"My Lord! A message has arrived from Imladris!" One of the border guards 
rushed in, carrying a scroll. He immediately knelt, bowing his head as he 
offered the scroll to his King, who took it with a soft growl. 
 
"Elrond again?! What have I to say to that…" trailing off as he read the 
missive, Thranduil stood stock still as a heavy silence fell over the group. 
Roaring in sudden rage, Thranduil turned, grabbed a heavy vase, and launched 
it at a wall, smashing it. "Council!? He dares to call a Council because 
some Hobbit found a Ring that *may* be the weapon of the enemy?!" he ranted 
as he began to pace again, gesturing wildly. 
 
"Ada, what did Lord Elrond request?" Brandglaur asked as he stood up, 
concerned for the land of which his brother's heart belonged in. 
 
"A council is being called and representatives are to be sent from all lands 
so that a plan can be formulated on the destruction of the One Ring! I 
thought it had been destroyed with Isildur!" Thranduil shouted as he 
continued his pacing, pushing papers to the ground as he passed his desk in 
anger. 
 
"It was never said, my King, however, this timing is too coincidental to the 
loss of Gollum. We should at the least send a delegation to Imladris to 
inform them of what has happened," Calenglîr suggested calmly and didn't 
even flinch as Thranduil whirled on him, eyes flaring with his rage. 
 
"And have that Peredhel laugh at how he has not only made a slut of my 
youngest, but also succeeded in making us look to be incompetent Elflings?! 
I think not!" the King raged as he took to pacing once more. 
 
"Ada! Legolas is no slut! How dare you-" 
 
"I will dare what I wish, Brandglaur, and you should dare to keep your mouth 
shut!" Thranduil cut off his son with a snarl as he faced his son, glaring 
him down. 
 
"I will *not* keep my mouth shut!!" Brandglaur roared back, stunning the 
room into silence as he surged forward in his own rage. "I have listened to 
you bash my brother and his choice of love for nigh unto five decades now 
and it is enough! Legolas truly loves Lord Elrond and how *dare* you claim 
that their love is beneath us! It is pure and sacred, just as your love is 
sacred with nana! And your people are indeed competent in all things, but 
were blinded once with trust and overcome by those Orcs! How dare you insult 
our people and our fellow Elves in the thought that they would stoop so low 
as to ridicule us in our loss!" He stopped, panting angrily as he glared 
coldly at his father, the silence thick enough to suffocate as father and 
heir faced off. 
 
Growling angrily, Thranduil turned away and stalked over towards the 
windows, where he stood, glowering. Silence fell once more, heavy and 
foreboding as they all waited for Thranduil's next move. His next words cut 
through that silence, shocking them all. "What would you suggest?" 
 
Shaking himself out of his shock, Brandglaur moved forward a bit. "Send 
Legolas and a couple of others to deliver both the news and be our 
representatives. Give him that," he responded softly, firmly. 
 
Thranduil glanced over his shoulder at his son before turning fully, arms 
crossed low over his chest. "You would have me break my decree," he 
pronounced calmly, eyes hard. 
 
"I would have you break those binding words that have destroyed many lives, 
Ada, and save my youngest sibling's heart," Brandglaur corrected his father 
quietly as he stood straight before his father, not moving as the King came 
over slowly, looking him in the eye. 
 
Searching his son's gaze, Thranduil's face hardened before he turned away. 
"Very well. Tell Legolas that he is to gather a small party and head for 
Imladris immediately," he murmured quietly as he walked away. 
 
Heart leaping in joy, Brandglaur beamed. "Aye, Ada! You will not regret 
this!" he cried before heading from the room immediately, intent on finding 
his brother. 
 
'You are wrong, ionen…I regret it already,' Thranduil thought sadly as he 
stood coldly before the great windows, his silence a dismissal for the other 
three Elves in his study as he went deep into thought on what the future 
might portend for all of them. 
 
Especially his youngest. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
A quiet breeze blew through the air around the twin sons of Elrond as they 
stood watch, keen eyes upon the border of their home. They both glanced up, 
testing the air as they listened; attention piqued at the shift. It 
portended towards a change… 
 
They both shifted on their post, arrows sliding into place as they sensed an 
intruder. Or rather, several intruders. They watched intently as four hooded 
riders came into the wood, rolling smoothly with their mounts' gaits before 
stopping. The lead rider tilted his head back slightly as if listening to 
the wind. "We have come for the Council." 
 
The soft, yet firm voice startled both Peredhil and they immediately went 
down to the ground, unable to believe their hearing. They came out from the 
woods, faces calm as they pointed their arrows at the group. "Name thyself," 
Elladan called out, gesturing with his head. 
 
Silence met his request for a second before a chuckle floated out. The head 
rider pushed back his hood, earning gasps of shock from the twins. "Really, 
Elladan…did you not recognize me? Has it been so long?" Legolas asked 
teasingly, his eyes sparkling both with mirth and the slight misting of 
tears as he grinned. 
 
"Legolas!" The twins' voices were equally filled with shock and joy as they 
lowered their weapons. Legolas immediately dismounted and they came together 
in a giant hug, laughing and crying at the same time as they were reunited. 
 
"We never thought that-" Elrohir started as he leaned back, wiping at his 
face as he smiled joyfully at their friend and father's lover. 
 
"-you would be returned to us!" Elladan continued as he too wiped his face, 
face nearly breaking with his smile. 
 
"Aye, twas on my mind as well. But we have much to thank my eldest brother 
for it was he that finally broke through my father's stubbornness!" Legolas 
cried with a laugh as he wiped his face. 
 
"Ada is going to be more than pleased!" Elladan muttered, grinning as 
Elrohir laughed softly. 
 
"Shall we not expect to see you then this night, Prince?" Elrohir asked 
innocently, snickering as Legolas flushed and glanced away, his chuckles 
echoed by the rest of the Mirkwood party. 
 
"Come! We must have you in Imladris quickly, else it shall all be for 
naught! Follow us!" Elladan said briskly with a final clap to Legolas' 
shoulder. They called for a couple of back-ups to take their places as 
Legolas mounted his steed, and then all six proceeded for the Last Homely 
House. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
"We know what we must do, Mithrandir…but who will be able to do it?" 
Elrond's voice was tired as he stood before his fireplace, gazing hopelessly 
into the blazing fire there. It had been less than a month since Glorfindel 
had returned with an injured Frodo who had been carrying the One Ring, and 
then Aragorn later arriving with three other Hobbits. Since then, the 
reports of darkness that had been coming in steadily, as well as Gandalf's 
own revelations of treachery from Sarumon, were draining the Peredhel of any 
hope he might have of their success against the rising tide of evil. 
 
He walked back over to where Glorfindel, Erestor, and Gandalf were seated, 
all silent as they thought on who might indeed be able to carry the One Ring 
back to Mordor to be destroyed in Mount Doom. It had already been decided 
that neither Glorfindel nor Elrond's own sons could go on this quest, since 
they were too well known and powerful. Sighing as he sat down once more, 
Elrond was tempted to cradle his aching head within his hands. His heart 
longed for Legolas, his beloved wind runner, and his love's calming 
presence, but he had almost given up on that hope a decade ago. 
 
They all looked over as a commotion was heard outside of the door before it 
was pushed in and a beaming Aragorn came into the room. "My Lords…a party 
has arrived from an Elven realm," he said as he bowed his head, then stood 
away from the door. 
 
"Who is…it…" Elrond trailed off, bewildered, as a blond figure came in, 
smiling softly at them while he bowed his head in greeting. His heart 
stopped in astonishment, Elrond watched as Legolas came over to the desk and 
chairs before it. 
 
"My Lords…I bring news from Mirkwood," Legolas said formally, though his 
eyes twinkled with impishness as well as joy as they looked at each of the 
gathered before focusing on one Elf solely. 
 
"It is good to see you, meldiren!" Glorfindel interrupted the impromptu 
report as he leapt up, crushing Legolas in a bear hug, which the Mirkwood 
Elf returned with a laugh. (my dear friend) 
 
"Aye! It has been too long, Legolas!" Erestor added happily as he stood and 
also hugged the Prince. As he pulled back, the dark haired advisor winked at 
the golden Prince before nodding at his own lover. The two left with a 
promise from Legolas to catch up on news as the Prince stood where he was. 
 
Mithrandir also stood, clasping his hand briefly on Legolas' shoulder in 
warm greeting before leaving with Aragorn, shutting and locking the door 
behind them. Silence descended upon the two remaining as they stared at each 
other, both disbelieving of the fact that they were together in the same 
room for the first time in five decades. 
 
Slowly, Elrond stood, bracing himself somewhat as he was still shaky with 
the shock. "You…are here…" he whispered hoarsely, suddenly finding himself 
unable to really speak through his tears. Legolas nodded mutely, tears in 
his own eyes as he turned to watch his beloved while the Lord moved around 
the desk and to his prince's side. A gentle hand came up, trembling visibly 
before it touched pale skin and both exhaled shakily on sobs at that first 
touch as Legolas leaned his cheek into it. "You are truly…here!" Elrond 
whispered again, shaking his head in disbelief even as his fingers stroked 
away the tears on his blond Prince’s face while his own tear-filled gaze 
took in the sight he had desired for so long. 
 
"Aye, melethen…I am here and I shall never leave you again if I can help 
it…" Legolas whispered, just as choked up as his own fingers traced over 
Elrond's face tremblingly, finding all the details that had faded with the 
years in his mind’s eye. (my love) 
 
Elrond suddenly sobbed and they leaned in immediately, lips meeting in a 
crushing kiss. They each kept a hand on the other's face as their other arms 
wrapped around each other, holding them tightly together as their mouths and 
tongues explored their opposites' anew. Elrond's fingers slowly made their 
way back to tangle in the golden locks as Legolas' hand moved up to caress a 
softly pointed ear tip tenderly, both shuddering in rising pleasure at the 
familiar and oh so ached for touches. Soft whimpers and sobs came between 
the gasps and sounds of lips and tongues meeting in a heated duel of passion 
before they broke the kiss and leaned their foreheads together, gazing at 
one another steadily even as they caressed each other. 
 
"Too long…it has been too long…" Legolas murmured softly, eyes fluttering in 
pleasure as a gentle finger caressed his ear much as he had just done to his 
beloved. 
 
"It has indeed…let me bathe you, pamper you…love you…I will not let you go 
this night…" Elrond murmured back promisingly, earning a moan of want from 
Legolas as the younger Elf rocked ever so slightly against him in need. He 
gently pulled back, lacing their fingers together as he led the way to the 
stairs that would take them to his private chambers, occasionally sneaking 
kisses and caresses as they made their way up, always smiling at the other. 
 
They finally came to the familiar rooms and stopped, just kissing and 
caressing the other in the middle of the room. Eventually, Elrond released 
his beloved prince's lips and reached up. Slowly, delicately, he unlaced 
every tie that held the travel dirtied tunic together before caressing the 
pale warm flesh there. Legolas moaned softly as he took a shaky breath, his 
head falling backwards in bliss as he arched closer to the knowing touches. 
His clothes falling to the ground, Legolas stepped away from the last of the 
barriers and smiled as Elrond raked his gaze over his lean form. He then 
reached up and began returning the favor to his love, removing each article 
of clothing in as steady a motion as his trembling fingers could allow. 
 
Gazing at each other, the two lovers laced fingers and continued on their 
way to the bathing rooms. Once there, Legolas slipped into the hot bath, 
sighing in relief as travel weary muscles were soothed by the heated liquid 
before he looked up at his love. Elrond lay out along the lip of the sunken 
bath and began to slowly unbraid the golden silk, running his fingers 
through it as Legolas groaned in pleasure. Once finished, he reached over 
for the large pitcher and began pouring the steaming water over the 
sunshine-touched locks, rinsing them and preparing them to be cleaned. 
 
Sighing in pleasure, Legolas folded his arms on the lip and closed his eyes 
while resting his head on his arms, allowing his dark one to clean and 
pamper him. He raised his arms one by one when needed, chuckling with Elrond 
at the silliness that they indulged in with his fingers before they settled 
down. Elrond stroked his fingers lovingly through the gleaming locks, 
smiling softly as Legolas relaxed under his touch. He idly traced an ear 
point, earning a soft shudder from his lover before hazy blue eyes looked up 
at him. 
 
"Come into the water, melethen," the Prince commanded softly, coyly as he 
smiled before leaning back from their embrace. Elrond chuckled lowly, but 
obeyed, slipping into the space that Legolas had vacated and sighing as the 
warmth enveloped him slowly. He smiled gently as Legolas floated to him, 
seating himself on the Peredhel's lap as he twined his arms around Elrond's 
neck, while Elrond rested his hands on the strong thighs straddling him. 
They said nothing, just sat together, watching the other as the steaming 
water relaxed them. 
 
Then, ever so slowly, Legolas began to rock in small circles against his 
love. Elrond groaned deeply as his hands ran up the flexing thighs that held 
him to cup the undulating buttocks, kneading it and causing Legolas to gasp 
in pleasure. They kissed softly at first, just enjoying the pleasure wrought 
from the simple movements before it deepened. Tongues tangling, they began 
rocking against each other, the soft sounds of water lapping against 
porcelain mingling with the wet sound of lips and tongues meeting heatedly. 
 
Legolas suddenly tossed his head and gazed at his beloved with a gaze full 
of passion. "Prepare me for you. I need you inside," he whispered huskily, 
groaning as he felt a finger enter him immediately. He reached over for some 
of the bath oil and covered his hand before bringing it between them. He 
smirked as Elrond moaned and arched into his hand as he prepared his lover 
for taking him, even while he was pushing back onto the invading trio of 
fingers that was preparing him. 
 
With a whimper of need, he released Elrond and reached behind to remove his 
love's fingers from his body before shifting up. He kept his gaze locked 
with Elrond as the Peredhel held his own member steady while the Prince 
began his descent onto the awaiting member. Both cried out as they were made 
one, arching at the perfect union that their bodies joined in as he seated 
himself onto the dark Elf's lap. They stayed still, just reveling in their 
unity as Legolas rested his head on Elrond's shoulder, panting softly as he 
adjusted to the size. 
 
With a small moan, Elrond shifted underneath Legolas, pushing into him 
slightly in impatience and causing a soft yelp of pleasure to leave the 
blond as they shifted together. Raising himself, the Prince gazed at his 
adored Peredhel and smiled as he lifted himself slowly, then plunged back 
down, causing them both to arch in pleasure as they cried out as one. The 
pace swiftly increased as abstinence and longing took over and they were 
soon bucking against each other wildly. Elrond sat up, his hands gripping 
Legolas' hips as he pounded up into the writhing blond as they crashed 
together repeatedly in a very well known rhythm. 
 
A cry of Elrond's name in bliss left Legolas' kiss-swollen lips as he arched 
sharply, shaking in his climax as his seed floated into the water from his 
violently trembling shaft. Elrond groaned deeply as he thrust a couple more 
times before the clamping of Legolas' muscles on his own straining member 
threw him over the edge as well. He thrust hard once, growling out Legolas' 
name as he filled his lover with his essence, marking the blond once more as 
his. They collapsed together, nuzzling close in sated bliss amidst the warm 
water as their release washed over them and left them satiated. 
 
After a few minutes, they stood, Elrond supporting Legolas, and left the 
bath to dry off and head for the bed. They made love several times, engaging 
in play and switching roles often as the afternoon and night wore on. 
Finally, as dawn neared, they fell into reverie, twined around the other in 
peaceful joy, content to be together despite the darkness looming around 
them. 
 
TBC 
 
*************** 
 
Title: And So the Leaf Falls. Pt. 11/? 
Author: Deathangelgw 
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com 
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me. Though I wouldn’t mind 
them! ~_^ 
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime, slash. 
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas, hinted Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Haldir, and 
Elrohir/Rumil 
Rating: PG-13 
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain Mirkwood prince 
Notes: Here I thought it was going to be another month for more because the 
muses went on hiatus! Glad I was wrong! Thanks for the reviews and to MA 
thanks for the beta! Love ya! Enjoy! Feedback is much loved and appreciated! 
 
‘thoughts’ 
 
"I shall take the Ring to Mordor." 
 
The words rang through the Council, silencing the arguing that had, but 
moments' ago, been roaring throughout the chamber. All turned and stared at 
the young Hobbit, Frodo Baggins, in something akin to disbelief. He stood 
straight and as tall as a Hobbit could be, facing them with a steadiness 
that put them all to shame. 
 
Legolas stared over at the Hobbit, shocked at his bravery and more than a 
little dismayed. ‘This little one? Take the One Ring to Mordor?’ Glancing 
away, Legolas pondered what it would mean for all of them for such an 
innocent to take on such a heavy burden. 
 
Elrond stood slowly as the debaters all stepped back, still quite stunned at 
the pronouncement as they watched the Lord of Imladris face Frodo. "Tis a 
difficult task you seek to take, young Frodo Baggins. Are you certain of 
it?" the Peredhel Lord asked quietly, his voice strengthening on the wind as 
he gazed at the Hobbit. 
 
Staring up at Elrond, Frodo hesitated before nodding firmly. "Aye…I know 
what it entails and I must do it, Lord Elrond," he replied softly, his very 
words heartening all present. 
 
"Very well then. I shall assemble a Fellowship to accompany you, Master 
Baggins," Elrond said finally as he nodded before facing the Council. "Until 
such time, please enjoy Imladris' hospitality," he stated to the gathered in 
a firm dismissal before seating himself wearily in his seat. He glanced over 
automatically to where his lover sat and locked gazes with his beloved, 
finding strength in that clear gaze as the assembled departed save for 
Aragorn, Gandalf, his sons, Glorfindel, and Erestor. 
 
The remaining gathered closer to Elrond, already arguing on denying Frodo 
such a task as they stood. Legolas sat close to his lover, not moving too 
much closer, but allowing his presence to strengthen Elrond as he listened 
to the arguments silently, lost in his own thoughts. 
 
Finally, Elrond sat up and sighed, silencing all of the disputers as he 
gazed at them firmly. "Frodo has made his choice. We cannot change it now. 
Our only hope is to choose those most suited to help and guide him," he 
started softly, a cue to them to sit and listen. "Gandalf…Aragorn. I wish 
for you both to accompany him, as will Samwise Gamgee. He shall be one that 
will help keep the shadow from taking Frodo," he decided quietly, eyes upon 
the two he had chosen. 
 
Aragorn bowed his head in acceptance as did Gandalf before the Istari added, 
"Perhaps might I suggest Gimli, son of Gloin? The Dwarves will wish to be 
represented in this." 
 
A couple of wry chuckles left the gathered as Elrond smiled tiredly. "Aye, 
old friend. That they will. Very well, Gimli then. And Boromir, for he knows 
Gondor as well as the rest of you," he added, frowning slightly. 
 
"Is that wise? His temptation by the Ring may be his undoing," Erestor asked 
softly in concern as he made notes of the decisions. 
 
"We shall trust his strength of will. He is indeed very proud, but his 
concern for his people is his best quality," Elrond stated before rubbing 
his temples. "I shall decide on the rest later. I shall need to choose three 
more, so that there are nine to fight the Nine of Mordor." 
 
"Do not press yourself, Ada. Rest…allow our young Prince to pamper you," 
Elladan commented teasingly, earning chuckles as well as a cocked eyebrow 
from his father in his direction. Legolas smiled slightly as he looked down, 
shy at this blatant statement of their relationship. 
 
"Very well. We shall reconvene at a later time as I think on this decision. 
Rest, all of you," Elrond commanded before standing with them. He waited 
with Legolas until the gathered had dispersed before lacing his fingers with 
his lover's. "You are quiet, rynen ‘waew. What is wrong?" he asked 
gently as they left the council halls slowly. (my wind chaser) 
 
"I am worried for young Frodo is all, maethoren dhae. He is young and 
innocent. The shadows will swallow him whole before the end," Legolas 
replied unhappily as he held tightly to his beloved's fingers. He tilted his 
head to gaze at Elrond, blue eyes filled with worry. "Who else are you 
thinking of?" he asked, changing the subject. (my shadow warrior) 
 
"I am not sure as of yet. I am considering sending three Elves so that they 
have an acceptable protection, but I am not certain on whom I would choose," 
Elrond responded quietly, his gaze distressed as he looked forward. He 
looked up as he felt gentle fingers on his chin and smiled as he looked at 
his lover. "Ai, I need your love and strength, rynen ‘waew…now more 
than ever," he whispered softly as they came to his rooms. 
 
"I am here, seron vell. Never fear or doubt that," Legolas whispered just as 
softly as they stopped, then kissed lovingly. With a smile of agreement, 
they turned and went into the awaiting rooms, anxious to chase away the 
shadows with their own light. (dear lover) 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
The soft sounds of a quill tip on parchment woke Legolas slowly and he 
looked over to see his lover bent over his desk, writing furiously. He sat 
up and gathered a robe to his body, knotting it closed as he came over to 
the large mahogany desk that kept his beloved captive with missives and 
reports. He sat on the edge of the desk and gazed down at what his love was 
working on, blinking as he saw his name written next to Gimli's name before 
being scratched out frantically. He glanced up as he heard his love gasp 
softly in surprise and smiled slightly at the wide eyes that locked with his 
own. "You left the bed," he commented lightly as he snuggled into his robe, 
eyes still sleep filled and heavy. 
 
Glancing away, Elrond shrugged nervously. "I could not sleep. Not with all 
that must be decided," he answered softly, wringing the quill in his hand 
uncertainly. 
 
"I see," Legolas murmured as he stood and then came around to lean against 
the desk, straddling his love's legs as the Peredhel sat back and gazed up 
at him guardedly. "My name was on the list. Why did you scratch it out?" he 
asked gently, not pressuring, but curious. 
 
Elrond looked away once more and bit his lip, not wishing to answer. He had 
no choice but to face his lover as gentle fingers under his chin forced him 
to return the sky colored gaze of his beloved. "I…I did not wish to send 
you," he finally admitted, turning his gaze away guiltily as he saw a flash 
of hurt pass through the eyes he loved. 
 
"Did you not feel that I am qualified?" Legolas demanded quietly, stiffly as 
his hand fell to his side and he sat up straighter on the desk edge. 
 
"Nay! Tis not that!" Elrond protested immediately as he looked up, then 
despaired as he saw the hard look in his love's eyes. 
 
"Place me on the list, melethen. I am going with the Fellowship," (my love) 
Legolas stated clearly, firmly shutting down any arguments that Elrond may 
have come up with. Elrond bowed his head and silently nodded before leaning 
in and scribing the name firmly to the parchment. Two spots remained, which 
gave some concern to Legolas, but his thoughts were pushed away as Elrond 
laid his head on the blond's lap, while wrapping his arms around Legolas' 
waist. Running his fingers through his love's twilight hair, Legolas felt 
his reserves and defenses drop as he saw how upset his love was with this 
decision. He knew he had to make it up to his love… 
 
"Come to bed, seronen ‘wath, and let me remind you of my strength," (my 
shadow lover) he whispered softly, invitingly, causing Elrond to look up at 
him and smile. They stood and kissed deeply, hungrily as Legolas' robe and 
Elrond's leggings fell to the ground as they moved to the bed. The room was 
filled with cries of pleasure and Legolas' pleas for his love before they 
were finished, but still the shadow of what had been decided hung over them 
as they lay curled together. 
 
TBC 
 
******************* 
 
Title: And So the Leaf Falls. Pt. 12/? 
Author: Deathangelgw 
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com 
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me. Though I wouldn’t mind 
them! ~_^ 
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime, slash. 
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas, hinted Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Haldir, and 
Elrohir/Rumil 
Rating: PG-13 
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain Mirkwood prince 
Notes: Here I thought it was going to be another month for more because the 
muses went on hiatus! Glad I was wrong! Thanks for the reviews and to MA 
thanks for the beta! Love ya! Enjoy! Feedback is much loved and appreciated! 
 
‘thoughts’ 
 
An air of solemnity hung over the once peaceful vale of Imladris as the day 
loomed for the departure of the Fellowship. It had been decided at the last 
that Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrine Took were to complete the Fellowship. 
Though, it had not been Elrond's decision completely, however, at the 
suggestion of Gandalf on Merry’s inclusion and then Pippin's insistence of 
being added, it had been decided so. 
 
Elladan and Elrohir had taken a group of Elves and Rangers to clear the path 
for the Fellowship and had yet to return. It had been a tense farewell, but 
all knew they would most likely meet once more. Hopefully within peaceful 
times. 
 
Legolas had already bid farewell to the group that had accompanied him, 
sending them back to Mirkwood with a private letter for each in his family. 
It had been a sorrowful parting, for the faithful guards had not wished to 
allow their Prince on this journey, but he had been firm. And so, it had 
been with heavy hearts that they had departed, leaving their Prince behind 
to his fate. 
 
But all had not been as easy for the Prince. Elrond had taken to avoiding 
him at times, lost in thought when the Prince did see him. Their lovemaking 
was even more fierce and intense at night, for it was almost as if Elrond 
was possessing Legolas with everything in him. Legolas was concerned on it, 
but said nothing, knowing his beloved was torn with the decision that they 
had made. Even though they knew it was for the best, the golden warrior 
understood that it tore his love up inside to be sending Legolas into a 
journey that was perilous at the least. 
 
And now, on the final night before the Fellowship left the safety of 
Imladris to head for Mordor, Legolas walked along the halls in search of his 
beloved. He came to the rooms he had been sharing with Elrond and found that 
the robes had been discarded upon the divan and that Elrond’s twin daggers 
were missing from their place next to the Lord’s sword on the wall. 
Frowning, Legolas looked around slowly before heading outside. He stopped as 
the wind blew around him, and then nodded in understanding. 
 
Swiftly, his feet took him to the place that had changed their relationship 
deeply: the small clearing in the woods. Ithil once more graced the clearing 
with her gentle rays, lighting upon the midnight hued locks of his lover as 
Elrond worked fiercely through his exercises. Stopping, the Prince watched 
silently as the twin blades sliced through the air with deadly precision, 
surrounded by twilight hair that blew in the wind with every twirl, twist, 
and lunge. 
 
Saying nothing, Legolas merely watched, knowing that his lover was working 
through the fear and frustration that, even now, charged the air between 
them.  He stepped forward silently as the movements slowed and stopped, 
ending with Elrond straightening to gaze at the forest Prince steadily. 
Legolas bowed his head as the wind blew up between them, sending gold and 
twilight locks whipping along the air currents as they watched each other 
wordlessly. 
 
"Would you like to spar, ernilen taur?" Elrond asked quietly as he stepped 
forward, dark eyes guarded as they came closer. (my forest prince) 
 
"I have not my blade, seronen 'wath," (my shadow lover) Legolas replied 
equally as soft as he watched Elrond approach. He blinked in surprise as the 
dual blades sank into the ground in front of him before the Peredhel Lord 
turned and went over to where his clothes were. He cocked an eyebrow in 
surprise as another pair of blades appeared within the deceptively slender 
hands and twirled in a sign of agility. Nodding in understanding, Legolas 
removed his tunic, bent, and withdrew the awaiting blades from the ground, 
twirling them as well in a test of their balance. 
 
They faced the other, one blade above their heads while the other was 
diagonal across their chests. Their eyes never left the other as the wind 
blew around them, gusting up leaves as it moaned through the trees 
surrounding them. Suddenly, they moved at the same time, coming together in 
a swirling move of blades and hair that ended with the sound of metal 
clanging harshly in the night. Their duel began, swift and thorough as they 
parried, thrust, and deflected only to return with another attack as the 
night slowed around them. Gone was the jovialness of their previous duels. 
Gone were the light hearted, yet lust-filled gazes that challenged the other 
to do more in a battle of wits, prowess, and strength. 
 
Instead, anger and determination fueled their moves as they worked to prove 
to the other that they were in the right. Elrond's blades flashed in the 
air, meeting with Legolas' in deadly succession as both fought for 
supremacy. But, with a final clang that echoed around the glade, they were 
dead-locked, glaring at the other as they fought now with brute force to 
overpower the other. Silence fell over the clearing as the two Elves pushed 
each other to their limits, neither giving nor taking as their wills fought 
for dominance. 
 
In a flash, the anger left them both and they relaxed at the same time, 
stepping back in acceptance that, in this as well as all other things, there 
were equals. Elrond turned away, but was stopped by a gentle hand on his 
shoulder. "Why, melethen?" (my love) 
 
He turned and looked at the blond Elf whom he'd come to hold as his most 
cherished possession and felt sudden tears come to his eyes. "You leave on a 
quest that will take you to the brink of utter madness, chaos, and death. 
I…I had to be sure that you were ready," he finally whispered huskily before 
glancing away. "Twas not out of insult to you, nor were my protests ever 
such. Twas only that fear of losing you that was taking hold of me." 
 
"Oh melethen…I understand," Legolas murmured softly as he came over and 
wrapped his arms carefully around his lover, aware of the blades they both 
still held. He nuzzled his love's neck as the Peredhel held him tightly, 
knowing of the tears that stained their sweaty, yet flushed cheeks. "I am 
ever yours. Have faith in me…in us. In the Fellowship and one small Hobbit, 
for we shall succeed." 
 
"And then…I will bind with you and you with me…if you will have me." 
Elrond's softly spoken words startled Legolas, who leaned back immediately 
to look upon his lover's face. 
 
"Truly? You would have that with me?" Legolas whispered in soaring hope as 
he cupped Elrond's face tenderly. Elrond nodded swiftly, closing his eyes as 
he leaned into the touch as Legolas smiled brilliantly. "Aye…then that shall 
be what I will work ever for. To be your mate for all time and you as my 
mate," the Prince declared in joy, smiling as Elrond smiled softly at him 
before they kissed deeply. 
 
Breaking the kiss gently, Elrond went over to where his clothes were and 
brought a quiver that also held the scabbards for the dual blades within 
Legolas' hands. "I want you to take those blades with you and know then that 
I am guarding you, even when I am not there," he said softly as he came over 
and carefully handed the quiver to his stunned beloved. 
 
"But this is a gift from your father! I cannot take such a gift!" Legolas 
cried in shock as he stared, dumbfounded at the blades and quiver. 
 
"I ask…nay…I beg it of you. They have served me well in battle and I want 
you to have the best guarding you," Elrond replied serenely as he cupped his 
love's cheek with a tender hand. "I will rest easier if you do have them. 
Please, rynen 'waew…take them with my love," he whispered lovingly as 
he smiled. (my wind chaser) 
 
Eyes filled with tears, Legolas nodded in acquiescence before hugging and 
kissing his beloved deeply. They packed up and headed swiftly to their room, 
where they made love several times, claiming the other before sleep took 
them. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
Dawn arrived to soon and with it, the departure of the Fellowship. All of 
Imladris and her guests stood within the courtyard to bid a grim farewell to 
those who had joined the Fellowship. Elrond stood at the front with his 
advisors and daughter, struggling to remain composed as he watched Legolas 
help Aragorn pack the horses. Finally, all were ready and he knew he had to 
speak, so, stepping forward, Elrond Peredhel forced a smile of reassurance 
for the gathered. "Go swift and safe, Fellowship of the Ring. May the 
blessings of Elves, Men, and Free folk guide you and guard you against all 
evils." His voice rang out softly in the courtyard, earning bows of respect 
from all present. 
 
"The Fellowship awaits the Ring bearer." Gandalf's voice floated out firmly 
and Frodo, taking heart from the strong tones, turned and led the way. 
Legolas lingered, his eyes upon his beloved of whom he wore a silver ring 
for before he turned and left with Aragorn. The crowd stayed until the 
Fellowship had passed from sight before dispersing, leaving Elrond, 
Glorfindel, Erestor, and Arwen. 
 
Numb, Elrond turned and stumbled, clutching his chest as he shuddered. He 
felt his daughter catch him and hold him up, running her fingers through his 
hair as he wept quietly. Erestor and Glorfindel watched over the grieving 
family, both knowing that their hearts were now in grave peril. Looking at 
each other, they helped their Lord and the Evenstar to the house, knowing 
that they would have to find a way to keep them going…for all their sakes. 
 
TBC 
 
Title: And So the Leaf Falls. Pt. 13/? 
Author: Deathangelgw 
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com 
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me. Though I wouldn’t mind 
them! ~_^ 
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime, slash. 
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas, hinted Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Haldir, and 
Elrohir/Rumil 
Rating: PG-13 
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain Mirkwood prince 
Notes: You guys are lucky! You get one more chapter before I vanish for a 
month! Thanks for the reviews and to MA thanks for the beta! Love ya! Enjoy! 
Feedback is much loved and appreciated! 
 
‘thoughts’ 
 
The darkness of Moria pressed in on the members of the Fellowship as they 
sat quietly in the mines, contemplating which route to take in light of 
Gandalf's uncertainty. Legolas closed his eyes as he sat back, relaxed yet 
aware in the unfamiliar surroundings. His eyes opened as someone sat next to 
him and he smiled in greeting at Aragorn. "This darkness is wearying, 
meldiren," he murmured quietly as he glanced at the Ranger. (my dear friend) 
 
"As well as hard on our spirits, meldir. How do you fare, Legolas?" Aragorn 
replied just as softly as he sharpened his dagger. (dear friend) 
 
Legolas glanced out again at the seemingly endless darkness, sensing another 
presence but not commenting on its presence as it was not threatening yet. 
He noted young Frodo speaking with Gandalf and wondered on it before 
answering his friend. "My heart is lonely, Aragorn." He looked at his 
friend, smiling sadly. "I miss him so much. I wish he were here." 
 
Returning the sad smile, Aragorn nodded in understanding. "Our journey will 
make us treasure our loves even more. If we live to see them," he murmured 
grimly. 
 
"Do not bury us too soon, meldiren. I will not go down without a fight and 
neither should you," Legolas berated his friend firmly as he smiled. "I 
shall make an agreement with you. If we make it through this, I…" He 
hesitated suddenly, realizing that if he made this oath, he would not see 
his beloved for at least a century more. Was he willing to do that? And 
without even consulting his own mate? 
 
"You what, Legolas? Is something wrong?" Aragorn's soft query brought 
Legolas back to himself and he looked at his friend with sorrowful eyes. 
 
Taking a deep breath, Legolas whispered softly, feeling his heart still at 
the words. "I would stay at your side until you left this world." 
 
Aragorn's eyes widened in shock at the declaration before he shook his head, 
grasping the Elf's hand in his own. "Nay, meldir! Do not declare such a 
thing without speaking with Lord Elrond! You must not do such without 
thinking!" he whispered urgently as he leaned closer so the others wouldn't 
hear their conversation. 
 
Shaking his head, Legolas leaned his forehead against Aragorn's. "My life is 
my own to decide. I see that you will need me through the darkness. And let 
me worry on my heart. Elrond will listen to me…I am sure," he whispered 
softly. They both looked over before Aragorn could protest as Gandalf 
declared he knew the way. Legolas stood immediately as they began their trek 
once more, feeling his best friend's eyes on his back the entire way. His 
decision was made. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
Never had the forests of Lothlorien looked as welcome to the Mirkwood Prince 
as they escaped the Hithaiglin. His heart lurched with grief as he 
remembered Gandalf’s words before falling into Shadow. ‘How could we have 
lost our way so swiftly?’ he wondered as he ran alongside Aragorn and the 
Halflings, eyes watchful. He could sense his brethren close by, but it was 
not a welcoming feeling. It was just as he feared…their arrogance was going 
to hurt them all. 
 
They walked silently within the Golden Wood for a ways before Gimli sought 
to ‘warn’ the Halflings on the ‘evil Elf witch’ that lived within the woods. 
For an odd reason, that brought a brief smile to Legolas’ lips as they 
walked along on the soft carpet of grass and leaves. He stopped suddenly, 
sensing the presence of the Galadhrim as he drew out his bow and notched an 
arrow immediately. But they were surrounded in the blink of an eye, arrows 
aimed at them as they were encircled. 
 
Staring as he saw Rumil and then Haldir, Legolas trembled inside. His 
friends! They would help them! But his heart plummeted as he saw their cold 
expressions. 
 
“The Dwarf breathed so loudly I could have shot him in the dark.” Haldir’s 
voice dripped with disdain as he came forward, eyes narrowed as they gazed 
at the group. 
 
“Haldir.” Aragorn’s voice drew Haldir’s gaze to the Ranger as he stepped 
forward. “Please Haldir…we need your help,” Aragorn whispered urgently, 
ignoring Gimli’s warnings. 
 
Haldir held his gaze for a few silent moments before nodding sharply. He 
turned on his heel, gesturing to his warriors before leading the way to a 
small outpost in the Golden Wood. Legolas breathed a sigh of relief and 
replaced his bow and arrow before following them. At least now they were 
safe. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
The soft singing of lament rang through the Golden Wood as Legolas walked 
along its golden paths. He felt another tear run down his face, thankful 
that he had gone for a walk before losing control of his grief. He did not 
wish to give more ammunition to the Dwarf on the frailties of the Elves nor 
would his pride allow him to openly show his grief. 
 
He stopped as he came upon a small clearing in the woods and found it graced 
with Ithil's light. He felt his heart clench with need as he nearly stumbled 
into the quiet glade, reaching out for his beloved that was not there. He 
longed for Elrond, needing the strength and comfort that his love could 
provide. But he was alone. So cold and alone. 
 
Shivering as the wind blew through the leaves around him, Legolas knelt and 
wrapped his arms around his torso. He began to sing softly, grieving for his 
old friend while longing for his intended threaded in there as well. His 
song floated out, then was suddenly joined by three other soft voices, their 
harmonies of grief and sorrow mingling through the trees as the forest 
seemed to sway along. He looked over his shoulder and saw Rumil and Haldir 
approach with a third whom he remembered hearing being named Orophin. He 
stopped singing and smiled slightly, eyes shining with his tears as they 
came over. 
 
"You should not cry. What would Lord Elrond say if he heard you had cried?" 
Rumil asked teasingly before hugging the Prince. 
 
Legolas sniffled and returned the hug, burying his face in the strong 
shoulder of his friend as Haldir enfolded him from the other side and a 
gentle hand from Orophin ran through his hair. "I do not think he would 
blame me for my grief and loneliness," he mumbled tearfully into the light 
tunic his friend wore. 
 
"Aye, most likely not. But we are here to care for you," Haldir commented 
gently before placing a brotherly kiss on Legolas' head. 
 
"I thank you. I had been fearful when I saw your coldness in greeting, but 
should have known it was just your warrior natures," Legolas whispered 
softly as he looked up and smiled at them. 
 
"We knew of the approach of the One Ring and feared it entering our woods, 
but we also knew you needed sanctuary. We just had not expected such a blow 
as losing Mithrandir," Orophin murmured sorrowfully as they shifted into a 
more comfortable position. He shook his head as they all sighed in sadness 
before he asked, "Tell us of the twins? And…" He trailed off, flushing 
slightly as Legolas glanced at him in curiosity while his brothers chuckled 
softly. 
 
"I am missing something…" Legolas surmised in suspicion as he glanced at the 
amused Galadhil. "Who is it that has caught Orophin's eye?" he asked with a 
grin, finding his mood lifting at the idea that his friends' brother might 
have found love. 
 
"Eye amongst other things indeed…" Rumil murmured, snickering along with 
Haldir as Orophin hissed at him while blushing. 
 
Curious, Legolas focused on the blushing warrior. Orophin glanced up and 
mumbled softly, "The last time I was in Imladris, my heart was lost to the 
song that Lindir played." 
 
"Lindir? Aye…a definitely wise choice, mellonen," Legolas replied lightly, 
grinning as the two other brothers laughed softly while Orophin smiled up at 
him in relief. But it was a short lived relief as Legolas' smile faded. 
"However, I am afraid that he has gone West with more of our brethren." (my 
friend) 
 
Sorrow clouded Orophin's eyes and he glanced away, obviously fighting his 
shock and despair at the revelation. "He has gone…now I may never see him 
again…" 
 
"Do not despair, tôren. I doubt that the Valar shall forsake you of 
happiness and love. You will find him or perhaps another," Rumil soothed his 
brother as he shifted over and hugged the elder of the two. (my brother) 
 
Looking at Haldir in guilt and gloom, Legolas knew he had hurt his new 
friend with such a disclosure. He blinked as a gentle hand was placed on his 
arm and looked up into Haldir's eyes. The March Warden smiled at him warmly 
before saying, "Orophin had feared this and your words only confirmed it. We 
three are prepared to face the fact that we may not be allowed to see the 
white shores, but we are happy to be together. You, meldiren, must remember 
that light and hold it close in order to continue on, for your journey will 
only become more perilous as you go." 
 
"I know this, meldiren and I thank you for your support. You three gave me 
the security and companionship I needed at the moment, though my heart longs 
for my love," Legolas replied with a warm smile before hugging Haldir 
tightly. Haldir patted his back soothingly as they held each other, 
comforting the other in the dark times surrounding them. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
The soft sounds of morning surrounded the Fellowship as they prepared to 
leave the sanctuary of Lothlorien. Legolas spoke softly with the brothers, 
laughing softly as he took heart in their humor and kind words. He had spent 
the past month with them and had found himself healing in their warm 
presence. Now, as the time drew near that he, along with his comrades, would 
be going into shadow once more, he took solace and heart from the warmth 
that his brethren gave to him. 
 
He went over by the others of the Fellowship and awaited the final blessing 
of Galadriel and Celeborn. He smiled as the Lady stood before him and she 
returned the gentle smile. "Legolas, I give you a bow of the Galadhrim. You 
are of our brethren and have become very dear to us. Consider this a gift 
also from Haldir, Orophin, and Rumil and we wish you well," she spoke softly 
as she gave him an intricately carved bow and quiver of arrows. She smiled 
as he gazed at it in amazement before looking at her. "We add this to what 
your heart has already decided and belongs to. Please do not lose faith in 
what you are doing, for it shall carry you to great joy." She placed her 
hand over his heart and he beamed at her warmly before she placed a kiss on 
his forehead and moving to the next of their group. 
 
He turned and looked up as Celeborn stepped before him along with the trio 
of brothers, all four smiling at him. Celeborn placed his hands on the Wood 
Elf's strong shoulders as he said quietly, "The Valar and our family bless 
your impending union with Elrond. Celebrían was beloved to us, but she 
allowed Elrond to find love once more. I know that she would bless your 
love, as we do. Go safe and remember that love for it shall see you through 
the grimmest of times." 
 
"Hannon le, híren," Legolas murmured as he bowed his head before clasping 
hands warrior-like with them. As he paddled the boat he shared with Gimli, 
following Aragorn, he looked back and smiled as he saw the brothers waving 
in farewell. He felt warm inside, knowing that he had good friends always 
watching over him. Someday, they would be reunited in peace. (Thank you, my 
lord) 
 
TBC