author: Az
email: az.ombie@gmail.com
homepage: http://www.forgottenjuliet.net
disclaimer; dont own them, never claimed to, never will. im just goofing about 
with them. they belong to the Tolkien estate. 
warnings; AU, twin'cest implied, heavy angst, graphic violence, interspecies, non 
sexual child abuse.
Pairings;  Legolas/Theodred, Theodred/Eomer ,Elrohir/Dinalu (oc), Elladan/Irmo 
(Elrond/Glorfindel implied)
Summary; Elladan goes insane from the loss of his twin, who chooses a lover far 
away. Stricken by grief and madness, he decides to kill Elrohir's lover, but in the 
last minute changes his mind when he sees a little child, and he decides to take the 
child instead and raise it as his own little friend/son. The child suffers a trauma 
from the abduction and therefore goes mute. What will happen with the child? 
Will he be returned to his parents? Will Elladan's plan work? Or will he realise he 
did something terrible?
A/N; I decided to give this fic its own opening page, because this must be the 
strangest fic I ever wrote, and properly the longest too. It is a mix between allot of 
things, but most of all two plot-bunny's of Cheysuli's, and then I added some 
strange stuff of my own, and some from a slash RPG I play´, called in Silpions 
light .  This is very, very much AU and I am aware that the timeline can seem 
messed up. And to make all this match, I made up a big brother for Legolas, 
called Dinalu (roughly translated, Silent water). – And now to clear up some 
issues that I know from experience will arise; there will figure child abuse (non 
sexual), which is necessary for the plot. And a disease I am sure elves cannot get 
should I stick to canon, but I am not. And as I said the timeline is like the wind 
blows, this is NOT even close to canon it is but a story, so don't bother to flame 
me.  Other stuff? Well this could perhaps be seen as a darkfic, but rest assured I 
am a fluff girl at heart, even though I like darkfic's, I actually am a sucker for 
happy endings, so rest assured that this will have one of those too. Thanks to; 
Miriel, Bersa, Elrohir, Anestel & BlueGold (from the RPG), Cheysuli for the 
plotbunnies
Betaed by; Lisbet Karlsdottir the ever wonderful



Harvester of Sorrow/Day of the lords

                                                                                                                                                      

 

________________________________________

If you could see yourself now, baby
It’s not my fault
You used to be so in control
You’re going to roll right over this one
Just roll me over, let me go
You’re laying blame
Take this as no, no, no, no, no

You’ve got a little worry,
I know it all too well,
I’ve got your number,
But so does every kiss-and-tell
who dares to cross your threshold,
or happens on your way,
Stop laying blame.
You know that’s not my thing.

REM – bang and blame

____________________________________

 

Chapter 28 – indiscrete discretions 

 

Elrohir had worked intensely with Legolas ever since he had discovered that the 
elfs inability to speak was not a handicap from nature’s side, but rather a choice 
he had made at some point. He had really pushed the young elf until the verge 
of tears to remember something from before Elladan. But there was a back hole, 
Elrohir was sure some trauma of some kind triggered that, and he just knew 
instinctively that it had something to do with Elladan. His twin who was now 
fed with fluidly foods of others, Elrohir had a hard time understanding that, his 
strong-willed, never faltering, ever loving rock of a brother, spoon fed? He had 
wept bitter tears upon reading his fathers letter, and cursing Elrond for not 
letting him know just hoe bad it had gotten.  He wanted to due his duty, he 
wanted to solve the puzzle of the mystery elf, he knew he had outlasted his 
welcome here at Rohan; he could hear it in Theoden’s voice. He was almost 
sure that this elf was Dinalu’s lost brother. But how on earth he had ended up 
here he did not understand, Legolas had disappeared as a child from the 
Mirkwood forest, and then if this was indeed him, he had resurfaced as an 
young adult in a city of men.. Elrohir pinched the bridge of his nose.. what was 
the facts then? This unnamed elf knew his and Elladan’s secret sign language, 
and he didn’t teach it to him, ergo Elladan had to have done that. He knew of 
Elrohir’s childhood toys, Elladan once more. He did not understand a word of 
westron, but he did understand elvish. So it had no been men to keep him all 
this time, for the elf seemed intelligent enough, and he would have picked up a 
word or two in these hundreds of years.  He had been running naked and terribly 
battered into Theodred and Eomer’s camp, ergo he had been alone on the plains, 
not knowing how to defend himself.  Legolas had not been mute, but neither 
was this elf, he had just chosen not to speak. He just looked so much as Dinalu 
Elrohir felt his heart cringe. 

 

He stood up, how would he be able to determine it? How on earth should he get 
proof that this elf was Legolas? What had been Legolas favourite game? Now 
he knew, the little stone and stick animal farms. He smiled to him self “let us 
see if this works”

 

He looked out the window and saw Legolas outside sitting with Eowyn neither 
of them was talking, just sitting enjoying the last warm rays of sun. Elrohir went 
outside quickly, and roamed through a shrubbery picking up little stones and 
sticks. He then walked to where the elf and Eowyn was sitting “lady Eowyn” he 
said politely “forgive me for disturbing your afternoon, but I need to borrow 
Ferret”

 

“Prince Elrohir, but of course” she said with a smile

 

Legolas looked up at Elrohir with a slight frown, he was not in the mood for 
more interrogations, but Elrohir just smiled “fret not Ferret, I am not here to ask 
you questions, I have something for you”

 

The young elfs face lit up, and he made the sign for ‘gift’ – “that is right Ferret, 
but you wont have it before I hear you say it”

 

Legolas swallowed, he really wanted to see what Elrohir had, so he 
concentrated so much his eyebrows knitted “gift” he said with a soft voice

 

“Very well, you deserved your gift” Elrohir disposed of the little pile rocks and 
sticks in Legolas’ lap “do you remember what you do with this?” he asked

 

Legolas nodded, but felt a bit silly, this was a children’s game. He made the 
sign for ‘children’ and ‘game’ 

 

Elrohir nodded “yes it is a children’s game, and I know you are an adult.. 
Humour me Ferret” 

 

Legolas nodded and slid down on the grass starting to build a little fold to keep 
the little rock animals in. Elrohir starred intensely, he was so sure “Legolas?” he 
said softly, and the blond elf turned his head with a confused look “have you 
heard that name before?” Elrohir said, he could almost ‘taste’ the victory, this 
was indeed Thranduil’s lost son

 

And after some time Legolas nodded “aye” he whispered 

 

“By the Valar!” Elrohir exclaimed happily but quickly dampened his outbursts 
“do you know where?” 

 

Legolas sadly shook his head and gestured ‘long’ and ‘time’ 

 

Elrohir still smiled “it is alright my friend, you did good”

 

Eowyn suddenly spoke looking at the elves “it sounds so pretty” she said

 

“What do?” Elrohir asked confused

 

“Your language” she said

 

Elrohir just smiled “Lady Eowyn, can I ask a favour of you?”

 

“You have but to ask prince Elrohir,” she answered

 

“Can you get a letter to Mirkwood for me, it is of outmost importance that 
Theoden will not know of it” Elrohir whispered

 

“I can do that yes, but why? If I may ask” 

 

“I think I might know who Ferret is, or uhm.. was” Elrohir said “but I need my 
spouse to come help me with the final piece of the puzzle”

 

“You do? How wonderful!” Eowyn said but quickly lowered her voice “I can do 
that for you prince Elrohir, I can’t wait to see your husband”

 

“Neither can I” Elrohir said and stood up “thank you lady Eowyn” 

 

Elrohir left the sunny spot in the gardens and returned to his rooms, his body 
tingled with fear and excitement. If Ferret was really Legolas then he would 
have to return to Mirkwood, but then what of Theodred? He had this feeling he 
just doomed their love, but he shrugged it off, telling himself that they would 
find a way if they really wanted to. He once more sat down in front of his desk 
and started the letter to Dinalu, asking him to come to Rohan as swift as 
possible, he called upon all the vows made as they bonded, and pleaded his 
husband to heed them and come. He rolled up the letter, now it just had to go to 
Mirkwood.

 

_____________________

 

Theodred was in his chambers making ready to take a bath after a long day, they 
had just gotten in new recruits and the required allot of practice, when a knock 
was heard he thought it a servant or perhaps Elrohir, Ferret never knocked. 
“Enter” he called out as he was freeing himself from his leather armour, he 
turned and watched the person who had just entered “father?” he gasped “what 
brings you here?! I didn’t not get a message that you wanted to see me, honest” 

 

“I know my son, I just wanted to have a little talk with you” Theoden said and 
sat down in the chair with the large wolfs pelt “the last time we spoke we didn’t 
part as the best friends”

 

“I know” Theodred answered “father do you mind that I ready myself for supper 
while you speak?” 

 

“Not at all” Theoden said and took a deep breath “I understand from all of this 
that your infatuation of this nameless stray elf runs deep, am I right?”

 

“From all of this?” Theodred yelled from the bathroom, “Gossip you mean”

 

“You can call it gossip if you wish” Theoden said “but it is true, is it not?”

 

Theodred emerged in the door between his bathroom and his chamber “why do 
you ask me something like that? Since when did you get an interest in my 
friends”?

 

“Since you bed them,” Theoden suddenly growled

 

“Father!” Theodred exclaimed “if you are just going to sit there and accuse me, 
then I would prefer it if you would exit my chambers the same way you came 
in!” 

 

“You got this all wrong Theodred, and ‘do’ lower your voice” Theoden said 
calmly “I agree, it is non of my business who is in your bed, not yet”

 

“Yet? What is that supposed to mean?” Theodred asked and sat down on his 
bed, looking at his father while he wrung his hair 

 

“You ‘will’ marry a noble woman and produce an heir to the realm, ‘that’ is my 
business, and as long as that is happening, whoever you chose to folly around 
with, is non of my concern” Theoden said smiling at his son

 

“But..” Theodred said

 

“Do not lie to me Theodred, you always were a terrible liar” Theoden sighed, “it 
is not like you two are discrete in your affection, all of Rohan knows who is the 
flavour of the season in the princes’ bed” 

 

“Must you make it sound so tasteless” Theodred whined before he stood up “so 
this is your reason for being in such a hurry to get rid of Ferret and Elrohir?” 
Theodred crossed his arms in defiance

 

“I do not have to answer to a snotnosed child” Theoden sneered

 

And Theodred looked down at his bare feet “no sire, I forgot my place” he 
whispered though gritted teeth

 

“You are forgiven my son” Theoden said as he also rose, holding out his hand 
so Theodred could kiss his ring. 

 

And he did, battling with a vile taste that lingered in the back of his mouth /we 
will see about this Theoden king, master of old goats/ he thought to himself as 
he let go of his sires hand 

________________________________________________

 

there's a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream

and if i show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight
and if i open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
what would you do
would you sell your story to rolling stone
would you take the children away
and leave me all alone
and smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the phone
would you send me packing
or would you take me home

thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
thought i oughta tear the curtain down
i held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
i never had the nerve to make the final cut


pink floyd - the final cut

_____________________________


Chapter 29 - two suns in the sunset


Irmo sat at the pond's edge and splashed his feet in the water. This was the
only sound at all, and Elladan was unusually quiet. "What is amiss my love?"
Irmo asked.

".. Nothing" Elladan whispered and faked a smile. "I am just tired."

"Tired?" Irmo said and raised a brow. "Now 'that' I don't believe, you will have
to increase your lying skills if you are to make me believe it."

Elladan sighed. "You wouldn't understand anyway."

"Who said I wouldn't understand? You haven't even given me a chance."

"I heard my father yesterday," Elladan said with a sad voice.

"And you miss him?" Irmo asked as he reached for his beloved, squeezing
Elladan's shoulder.

"Yes," Elladan sighed, "I miss all of them." He turned his head and caressed
Irmo's hand with his cheek. "Most of all I wish Elrohir was here."

"You can just wake up, my love," Irmo said with a hint of melancholy. "They
would all be there."

"I know," Elladan murmured, and looked up at his beloved, "but you would 
not."

Irmo shook his head. "No I wouldn't." He looked away from Elladan and down 
on
his feet in the water. "I cannot journey with you to Middle-earth."

"That is why I am staying here in your gardens," Elladan said and took Irmo's
hand in his and kissed it. "I don't care about Middle-earth when you are not
there."

"Elrohir will be coming home soon, you realize that don't you? Your father
can't keep this a secret from him much longer," Irmo said darkly.

"He is?" Elladan perked up but instantly felt bad about his outburst. "I didn't 
mean to imply that..."

"Oh Elladan," Irmo whispered and turned his head and watched his young love.
"I know you love him, and I know that I can never compete with him in your
heart."

"Don't say so," Elladan said. "You make it sound like I would dump you like a
hot piece of coal, come Elrohir."

"Perhaps you would," Irmo said.

Elladan shook his head. "Never, I would never treat you like that, I love
you, and I love your gardens. I would stay here forever if you would let me."

Irmo laughed hollowly. "But you have yet to be confronted with Elrohir." The
Valar pulled his feet up from the water and wrapped his arm around his knees.
"Don't be so sure you would not hear his call."

"Don't, my love." Elladan pleaded. "I would never leave your side."

"Not even for your twin?" Irmo asked.

"No, not even for him, I swear this, Irmo."

Irmo pulled his hand back. "Do not make promises you cannot keep, Peredhel."

Elladan didn't answer but just slowly stood up. "I love you, Irmo, why won't
you hear me when I say so?"

Irmo didn't turn and look at the young elf. "I am the Valar of dreams, young
Elladan," he said coldly. "Do not think I have not seen what you dreamt of
doing with your brother, and I do not mean stealing your father's horse."

"I.I." Elladan stammered.

"I wont judge you," Irmo answered, "but you claim you love me, yet you lie to
my face - I know you would hear your brother's call."

Elladan didn't answer; he just hung his head and walked away from the pond.
He needed to be alone, he needed to think - he needed his family.

________


Erestor was sitting and reading to himself, drinking some tea made from
hibiscus. Elladan stirred slightly on the bed, and Erestor looked up over
the top of the book. "Elladan?" he whispered.

The form on the bed didn't answer, he just curled into a little ball and
sobbed.

"Oh, by the Valar! Elladan" Erestor gasped before he threw away the book and
ran to the bedside, taking the half-elf's hand in his. "Elladan? Elladan? Can you
hear me? - It is I, Erestor."

"Elrohir," Elladan cried broken-heartedly. "W-where is Elrohir?"

"Oh sweet Eru," the dark-haired advisor sighed in relief. "He is in Rohan,
penneth, doing your father's bidding."

"Make him come home," Elladan whispered. "I have something to tell him."

"I will fetch your father for you, and you can tell him," Erestor offered
while he lovingly stroked Elladan's tear-streaked face.

"No," Elladan mumbled, already drifting away again. "Erestor, I trust you,
bring him home to me."

"But Elladan," Erestor whispered, but Elladan didn't answer, he was lost in
his dream again. "Elladan? Elladan?" Erestor called, and as he didn't answer
Erestor sighed. "I can only try, penneth."

_________________________________


-Mirkwood-


Dinalu walked with determined strides down to the stables. He had been
wavering for a fourth night, but he came to the conclusion that he should at
least aid his husband when he begged for him to do so.  He had been afraid
to go to Rohan, for what if Elrohir had found himself another lover? What if
what they had together was gone? His father had made him aware he was

being unjust towards Elrohir, and of course Thranduil was right, he ways was in 
an
annoying way. Elrohir loved him, and he loved Elrohir. Why did this have to
be so hard?

He had prayed and prayed to Irmo not to let him have dreams of his husband.
He just couldn't bear to wake up in an empty bed.  And in the end it had
become too much for him, he had wanted to follow his husband; he would have
crawled to Rivendell if that were what it took. But his father had stopped
him from leaving Mirkwood back then. Thranduil had made him aware of his
responsibility towards his people and the royal house, but Dinalu didn't
care. He had only wanted to see his husband. But again Thranduil had
prevailed, and Dinalu had stayed. And when he got the first letter from
Elrohir he had not known what to believe, and thus he had gone to his father
once more asking for advice. And the king had said, if he really does love
you, he will call for you. Dinalu had not been so sure, he had been more
afraid that 'he' was the one to call Elrohir. But now, after 1½ years it
finally came, the letter he had been waiting for. The letter where Elrohir
begged of him to come join him.

"My son?" Thranduil said softly, yet startling Dinalu.

The prince of Mirkwood turned. "Father," he said, smiling brilliantly.

"Where are you going in such a haste?" he asked even though he knew the
answer somehow.

"To Rohan, father," Dinalu said. "How did you know I was on my way?"

"I am the king, my son. It is my duty to know all things in my kingdom, and
especially the ones that concern my son." Thranduil followed Dinalu to the
stall where his horse was. "You know I was standing right here when Elrohir
left, as well."

"I know," Dinalu said in a sad voice as he opened the stall door and patted
the horse, before he threw a saddlebag over its back. "I won't be away for
long, father."

"You can take the time you want my, dear son," Thranduil said as he too patted
the horse. "I hope he is sincere in his beckoning."

"I *know* he is," Dinalu said and mounted the large brown horse. "I cannot
ignore our wedding vows like that. If he really needs me, I will aid him -
no matter where he is."

"Farewell Dinalu, and I hope you return as a revived soul," Thranduil said,
looking up at his son, who now most of all had begun to look like an
animated corpse. His year long solitude and lack of lust for life had gotten
to him, and when he had announced that he wished to remain here no longer,
but to join his mother in Aman, Thranduil had panicked. He had asked Dinalu if
he had told Elrohir, for at the least his bonded mate had the right to know,
and then Thranduil had put his faith in Elrohir. He had hoped and prayed
that Elrohir would find some love in his heart for Dinalu, and either come
home or call him to his side, and this was exactly what the young half elf
had done. He was not so useless after all.

"Thank you, father. Do you have any message for Rohan I can carry with me?"

"Nay," Thranduil said and moved out of the way. "Take care, my son, and come 
home soon."

"Yes, father," Dinalu said and spurred his horse to trot quickly out of the
stables and over the courtyard.

__________________________________________


-Rohan-


Theodred paced his room. He wondered if Elrohir and Ferret had moved in
together all right, and if Ferret understood any of this. What if he thought
that it was Theodred himself who had sent him from his side? - "Oy,"
Theodred sighed and slumped against his windowsill. Nay, Elrohir would
surely make Ferret understand.

He felt a little sting from the inside. Was he a little jealous of Elrohir's
capability to 'talk' with Ferret, where he, Theodred, had none? So far he had
only understood the sign for 'nice' and for 'bird' and then of course his
own name.

He needed to stand up to his father, yes! That was what he should do! Make
him understand that he did not want to marry some lady from some other noble
house; he wanted Ferret, but how? If he spoke like this, Theoden would
surely send Ferret further from his side, and then what would he do? He was
Theoden's only heir, and he could not leave Meduseld - there had to be a
way, there just 'had' to.

He sighed once more. Who was he kidding? Theoden would never in his life
accept a bond between his heir and an elf. Even less a male elf.  He would
just have to find a discreet way to address that matter.  But no matter how
he twisted and turned it, he could not find any, and he was more and more
sure that the love he felt for his Ferret was doomed from its beginning.

________________________________________________________________
____________

 

You've been hanging from a rope of mediocrity

Strung up by your insecurities

You can shine for me

Somebody has to

Shine for me

It's difficult not to

Shine for me

 

Follow our stars under a painted sky

We'll leave the world behind

We're learning how to fly

We used to get by

 

Somebody has to

Shine for me.

 

Depeche  Mode - Shine

 

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chapter 30 - We're learning how to fly

 

 

Dinalu could see the watchtower of Meduseld from afar. He wondered what it 
would be like to meet Elrohir there. He had been doing some thinking on this 
trip. He didn't quite understand what had made him react like this; he had 
thought his heart to be closed toward his spouse - but Elrohir's pleading letter 
had pierced through all of his well built defenses, and he had discovered that the 
love still lingered there. And so he was on his way.

 

 The butterflies welled up in his stomach as he got closer to the city of Rohan.

 

 ___________________________

 

 

Elrohir spotted the horse from afar and he turned to Theodred, who was 
standing next to him. "It is Dinalu," he whispered.

 

Theodred squinted his eyes to see something. "Who? Where?" he shook his 
head and sighed. "How can you tell"?

 

 "He is wearing the royal colours of Mirkwood, of course," Elrohir stated and 
smiled a sad smile. "You should go and greet him."

 

 "Me?" Theodred said, surprised. "It should be 'you' who greets him."

 

 "I." Elrohir sighed, "I don't know what to say."

 

"I will fetch my father, and you will go greet your husband," Theodred said, and 
upon seeing Elrohir's wavering expression he added, "That is a direct order."

 

 The dark-haired elf nodded in annoyance. "Of course," he whispered and left 
the large platform.

 

_________________________________

 

 

He stood at the gate of Rohan and waited. He watched the rider come closer, 
and he 'knew' Dinalu had seen him as well. He felt his heart twitch at the sight. 
It was easy to be annoyed with him when he was not there, but now when he 
was within his sight, he could only feel his heart swell with loneliness.

 

 Suddenly he was there. Elrohir nearly panicked when his husband got off his 
horse and walked towards him. "Greetings, Elrohir of Rivendell," he said and 
bowed slightly.

 

"Prince Dinalu of Mirkwood," Elrohir said as he clasped his hands behind his 
back so Dinalu would not see how much he trembled.

 

 "You sent for me," Dinalu said.

 

"Yes," Elrohir said, his voice just above a whisper before he offered a 
professional smile. "Come, I will take you to see King Theoden."

 

Dinalu followed Elrohir. "Did you summon me all the way from Mirkwood to 
see King Theoden?"

 

"No," Elrohir admitted, "but you need to see him first"

 

 ________________

 

 

Both elves emerged from the great hall at the same time, and Dinalu turned 
towards his husband. "Elrohir?" he said softly, "did you really send for me to 
aid you with the mystery elf?"

 

Elrohir looked up at Dinalu with an unreadable smile. "Yes and no," he said.

 

 Dinalu cupped Elrohir's face and smiled sadly. "Then tell me, why did you send 
for me, and not for one of your fathers advisors?"

 

 "Because," Elrohir whispered and swallowed hard, "I had my reasons."

 

 

 

Dinalu let go of Elrohir. "I am sure you did," he sneered as he turned away in an 
angry move. "I cant believe I came all the way to Rohan for you," he hissed as 
he moved away.

 

"Wait," Elrohir said out loud and held out a hand towards his husband.

 

Dinalu turned around and looked at his husband.

 

"I." Elrohir started as he let his stretched out hand fall to his side. "I am really 
grateful that you came."

 

"Anything for my bonded mate," Dinalu spat.

 

"What is wrong with us?" Elrohir suddenly whispered and took a step towards 
Dinalu. "Is there really no love left?"

 

Dinalu looked up and down Elrohir. "I.I don't know the answer to that, Elrohir," 
he said. "Look at you!" Dinalu made a gesture at Elrohir. "You look like a 
man!"

 

"What are you saying?" Elrohir whispered.

 

"I am saying you look like a man, not an elf," Dinalu answered sadly. "You 
wear their clothes, you even braid your hair like one."

 

"I did not know," Elrohir said as he began to fumble with the end of his single 
plait.

 

"I rest my case," Dinalu whispered as he turned around once more.

 

Just then Theodred came down the large corridor with Legolas at his side. 
"There you are, Elrohir," he called. "We were looking for you."

 

 Elrohir turned and looked at the couple with a faint smile. "Theodred, Ferret," 
he said softly, "meet Dinalu." He gestured towards the blond elf next to him.

 

 Theodred nearly lost his jaw as he gazed at the blond elf. Other than Ferret, 
Theodred had never seen a real elf before. And this Mirkwood elf was even 
more beautiful than Elrohir and Ferret together. "He is your.."

 

"Husband, yes," Elrohir said with a little nod before he turned to Dinalu. "This 
is why I called you. Take a close look at the elf at Prince Theodred's side."

 

 Dinalu took a step forward, and stared at Legolas, until Legolas shook his head. 
"Dinalu?" he whispered.

 

Dinalu blinked rapidly. "Legolas?"

 

Legolas beamed. "Dinalu," he repeated.

 

"By the Valar! You live, it is really you!" Dinalu gasped and opened his arms 
for Legolas as he moved into an embrace he had missed for hundreds of years.

 

Theodred moved to stand next to Elrohir and together they watched the two 
brothers reunite for the first time in many mortal lifetimes.

 

"We should leave," Theodred whispered with a thick voice.

 

"Yes," Elrohir whispered back but was reluctant to leave. This whole scene gave 
him a sting in his heart. What they had lost between them, he felt like he had 
given Dinalu back ten fold.

 

Theodred yanked Elrohir's arm and the half elf turned to follow. He would 
speak with Dinalu later.

 

As they walked away Theodred whispered, "What now?"

 

"It is all left up to Dinalu," Elrohir whispered back, but upon seeing Theodred's 
anxious face he added, "If Legolas really loves you, then you have nothing to 
worry about, little one."

 

"Legolas." Theodred mumbled. "It will be strange to call him that."

 

Elrohir smiled. "It means green leaf."

 

 "I still like Ferret better," Theodred sulked.

 

__________________________________________________

 

 

As Elrohir came to his chambers he noticed a scroll on his desk. It bore the seal 
of Rivendell. "Oh father, what now?" he sighed as he sat down to open the 
letter.

 

 As he read it tears streamed down his face. "You should have told me, ada," he 
whispered to himself.

 

He stood up and slammed his fist into the large desk, not knowing how to get 
rid of his anger. He did not even hear the door open, but he stopped abruptly 
when he saw Dinalu standing in the door with Legolas.

 

"Elrohir," Dinalu said and stepped up to his husband.

 

"What?" Elrohir sighed.

 

"How long did you know my baby brother was alive?" Dinalu asked as he 
leaned in over the table looking icily at Elrohir.

 

"I wasn't sure," Elrohir, said, ignoring the cold glare from his beloved husband. 
"I wrote you as soon as I was somewhat sure it was him."

 

"I know what you are doing, Elrohir!" Dinalu sneered. "You are covering for 
your deranged brother once more."

 

Now Elrohir stood up and pushed Dinalu away from the desk. "You can call me 
all the names in the world, you can say you hate me, you can break out bonding 
vows, but don't take my brothers name in vain."

 

 "I am taking Legolas home to Mirkwood with me," Dinalu said and placed his 
palms on the desk once more. "Far, far away from you and your kin."

 

Elrohir blinked and tried his hardest not to look hurt. "As you wish; he is no 
longer my responsibility." He looked over at Legolas who stood timidly behind 
his angry brother. "I am sorry Legolas, Ferret."

 

"Fine," Dinalu said and turned to leave.

 

Suddenly Elrohir threw his ink bottle across the room. "If I had known it would 
be like this, I would have dumped him off at the borders of Mirkwood," he 
cried.

 

"Maybe you should have," Dinalu answered calmly.

 

Elrohir sat down in his chair once more. "Leave me," he whispered, his voice 
breaking.

 

 Dinalu walked to the door and pushed Legolas gently in front of him. He then 
turned to Elrohir once more. "If your brother hurt him in 'any' way, I will hunt 
down that insane mongrel myself and kill him, you have my word."

 

Elrohir didn't answer but just rested his head in his hands and sobbed; you won't 
have to search long to find him, he thought to himself, flinching as the door 
slammed shut.

 

__________________________________________________

 

You say you can't trust me

Have you tried ?

You say you don't love me

That's a lie

There are so many so many rainbows

That we were to climb

But baby baby why can't we survive ?

 

We've got to get our heads untangled

And free our state of mind

The difference is why,

the difference is why

 

Sometimes the scales get unbalanced

Don't you know the reason why ?

The difference is why

Yeah ! , the difference is why

Does this have to mean goodbye ?

 

Lenny Kravitz  - the difference is why

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Chapter 31 - I know we can make it, But where do we start ?

 

-Rivendell-

 

Elrond waited until he was sure his trusted advisors was seated before he turned 
around in a dramatic gesture “my trusted advisors, but most of all my beloved 
friends” he said and looked at Glorfindel and Erestor “I have come to a decision 
regarding my eldest son” he said, and both the summoned elfs looked down at 
their hands.

 

“I will send him to Aman” Elrond said with a pained voice 

 

Erestor gasped and Glorfindel just stared at his lord “is there really no hope for 
him to mend?” Erestor said

 

Elrond shook his head slowly “I do not think there is, but I will do as Elladan 
asked, I will send for Elrohir”

 

“What about the mute elf?” Glorfindel said

 

“This is my ‘son’! I right now I am not worried about a stray elf” Elrond said 
sounding a bit more irritated than intended.

 

“Forgive me” Glorfindel whispered and looked back down on his hands in his 
lap, it was not like Elrond to loose his compose this easy, but then again it was 
not every day he had to send his eldest son from his side.

 

Elrond sighed and smiled sadly “I understand your worry Glorfindel, but you 
must understand mine” 

 

“Shall I then make preparations my lord?” Erestor asked timidly

 

“No, I will make the preparations myself” Elrond said and sat down in his large 
chair behind his desk “you can send these letters to Arwen and Elrohir” the lord 
of Rivendell handed Erestor 2 scrolls. 

 

“I will” Erestor mumbled

 

“That was all my lords” Elrond said “now we just have to pray that sending him 
to his mother is the right choice”

 

“Yes” Glorfindel and Erestor said in unison.

_____________________________________

 

 

-Rohan- 

 

Elrohir’s first thought had been to send a servant, but somehow that would just 
look like he was backing out, so he had decided to bring Legolas’ personal 
belongings to Dinalu’s chambers himself, he put down the box with Legolas 
drawings and some clothing, before he knocked the door “Dinalu? Are you 
there?” 

 

The door flung open and Dinalu stood there as had he known it was Elrohir 
“what do you want?”

 

“Legolas had some of his belongings in my chambers” Elrohir said and bend 
down to pick up the box and hand it to Dinalu

 

“Oh, thank you” Dinalu said softer than before and took the box from Elrohir 

 

Elrohir knew this was his cue to leave, but he still stood in the door “when will 
you be leaving for Mirkwood?” he said while he kept his gaze fixed on the door 
knob

 

“The day after tomorrow” Dinalu said and walked into his chambers to put 
down the box.

 

“Oh” Elrohir sighed “I should leave, I need to pack my belongings as well, I 
should be heading home” he turned reluctantly from Dinalu’s door 

 

“Elrohir, we need to talk” Dinalu said to his husbands back

 

“We do?” Elrohir spat “I was not aware that there was anything left to talk 
about”

 

Dinalu just watched Elrohir as he turned to face him again “we should at least 
find a way to settle this” Elrohir just looked at him with sorrowful eyes, and 
Dinalu continued, “to annul our vows”

 

Elrohir bit his lip as he walked past the doorstep and into Dinalu’s chamber “if 
that is what you wish” he said and sat down heavily in a chair, wearing a mask 
of indifference upon his face

 

“You started it, now finish it” Dinalu spat

 

“I started nothing” Elrohir said, still looking away from his spouse “you asked 
me to choose between you and my twin” he turned to look at the blond elf “and 
that is the one thing I cannot do”

 

“Why can’t you see he is dangerous?” Dinalu whispered 

 

“Because he is my ‘twin’ Dina!” Elrohir cried “my mind knows he did 
something terribly wrong, but my heart wont see it, I love him, I love him more 
than I love myself”

 

“And apparently more than you loved me” Dinalu whispered more to himself, 
than to Elrohir

 

“That is not true” Elrohir said as he calmed down some “I loved you like 
nothing else, you were the other half of my soul Dinalu, I left my home to be 
with you” he shook his head slowly “but you cannot ask me to choose, I simply 
refuse”

 

“You wont have that problem anymore” Dinalu said with a fake sternness as he 
stood up “I had hoped we could somehow reconcile upon my arrival here, but 
you are lost to me” Elrohir looked up at Dinalu clenching his jaw not to cry “but 
I had suspected this, so I had my fathers chief advisor draw up a parcel to 
officially renounce the bond” he blond elf moved to stand next to the small desk 
in the room “all I need is your signature here” he pointed down on a paper “and 
you are free to indulge yourself in mortal men, and insane brothers” 

 

“please don’t Dinalu” Elrohir whispered

 

but Dinalu just pointed at the paper once more “do not think me stupid, son of 
Elrond!” he yelled “I know who you were kissing before I came along, and I 
know what you did while I was not here”

 

Elrohir paled, how could he know?! His mouth formed a ‘O’ but no sound came

 

Dinalu on the other hand felt his tears begin to run, hot and wet down his cheeks 
“you bedded him didn’t you?” he cried

 

“No!” Elrohir whispered “I never bedded anyone but you since I met you” 

 

“I meant your brother” Dinalu roared, “You bedded your brother didn’t you?”

 

Elrohir broke into heart wrenching sobs “w-we didn’t realize...” he cried, 
Elrohir looked up at his husband “h-how did you k-know?” he mumbled “we.. 
We made a pact that day” a new sob surfaced and Elrohir shook his head in 
denial “he swore.. He swore” 

 

“Your precious Elladan didn’t break your pact Elrohir” Dinalu said while he sat 
down on the bed to look at Elrohir who cried so had he had difficulty breathing 
“but someone saw you, someone observed you” the Mirkwood prince whispered 
with a voice full of malice “she saw every single stolen kiss, every hidden 
touch”

 

“You lie” Elrohir suddenly yelled 

 

“Do I now?” Dinalu asked somewhat calmly “but I didn’t care, I loved you from 
the second I saw you, even with this knowledge”

 

Elrohir refused to look up, and whispered, “Why are you doing this?”

 

Dinalu stood up once more and pulled Elrohir to his feet “see I know this pact 
you speak of so freely Elrohir, and I know why you wish to have your brother 
around” he pulled Elrohir towards the table with the scroll “because our love 
was always a lie” he whispered almost sensually in Elrohir’s ear “you would 
touch my body and think of your brother, wouldn’t you?”

 

“No, I have never...” Elrohir whispered

 

“If there is any even remote caring left in you, then you will sign here” Dinalu 
said and planted a quill in Elrohir’s trembling hand 

 

Elrohir raised his head and looked at Dinalu, then to the pen, the paper and back 
to Dinalu. “No” he whispered, “I wont! No matter if you believe it or not, I 
meant every word of my bonding vow, I will not sign this parcel and make me a 
liar” he dropped the pen to the floor and raised the hand he had been holding it 
in to caress Dinalu’s cheek, he wiped away his husbands tears and whispered 
“all this time you were afraid, and I did not see why”

 

Dinalu closed his eyes crying silently 

 

“You were afraid I would love Elladan more than I love you” Elrohir whispered 
“this is the reason for your reluctance with the bonding” Elrohir ran his thumb 
over Dinalu’s trembling lips “tell me, husband mine. Why did you? Why did 
you bond with me if it was all a lie?”

 

A sigh escaped the blond elfs lips and his eyes fluttered open “because I loved 
you, and I convinced myself that making you my husband would chase away all 
the demons”

 

“And did it?” Elrohir asked

 

“No” Dinalu sighed “the more I loved you the more the thought of loosing you 
ate away my heart, until there as nothing left but.. Claim, you were my prize 
Elrohir, you were my victory”

 

A hurt expression surfaced on Elrohir “did you share your life and bed with me 
to get back at Elladan?”

 

“No” Dinalu said quarried “I did all of that because you were mine, and your 
love was mine to have, not his”

 

Elrohir paled and slowly removed his hand from his husband’s cheek “I will 
sign that paper of yours, if it is true that my love did nothing but make you into 
this hateful being in front of me” Dinalu nodded slowly but as Elrohir bend 
down to pick up the quill, Dinalu grabbed him and pulled his husband into a 
kiss, at first Elrohir felt himself melt into the long lost touch of his husband, but 
then he suddenly struggled to get free “let go of me” he mumbled into their kiss

 

Dinalu let go but looked utterly confused “why? I thought you wanted... “

 

“And I do” Elrohir gasped taking a step back from his spouse “but not like this” 
he took a deep breath “if you really think I have done a crime, and if you really 
take me for a despicable elf, I cannot argue with you” he hung his head and 
looked at his boots “but I implore you not to toy with my heart like this, I am 
not some wanton prize for you to claim”

 

the blond elf sat down on the spot where he stood, as if a puppeteer cut his 
strings. “I know” he whispered “and you are right, I lied. I ‘did’ love you 
regardless” he looked up at Elrohir who still stood “and I still do”

 

Elrohir kneeled in front of Dinalu with a sad smile “you had not need to lie for 
me to let you go, I will set you free if you no longer wish me as your spouse” he 
said and took Dinalu’s hand “I tell you what, I went with you and bound myself 
to you because I wanted to, because I love you and will do so for the rest of my 
eternity, but I also love Elladan” Dinalu opened his mouth to object but Elrohir 
silenced him with a finger to his lips “let me tell you the truth” he whispered “I 
did bed Elladan, your spy is well informed, and we enjoyed each other more 
than once” and unreadable expression ghosted across Elrohir’s face “but it was 
all in youthful frolic, we were very, very young Dina, we knew it was wrong, 
but it was also tempting and wonderfully decadent” Elrohir chuckled hollow to 
himself “we didn’t think at all, and it is a very long time ago my love” the dark-
haired elf shook his head “it only ever happened twice, and when I met you, we 
had not acted anything but brotherly for years before”

 

“Elrohir..” Dinalu whispered

 

“No, non of this now” Elrohir said “I don’t know how you knew, but I can 
assure you that you are my husband because I love you with my entire being, 
but I understand why you would want to disown our vows, and I would forgive 
you for telling to world why you did so, and this leaves us with the parcel of 
yours, I will sign it now but know I do this for you, and not for me” with this he 
stood up and before Dinalu could do anything Elrohir had crossed his signature 
at the bottom of the page “now you can add liar to your list of my crimes” he 
whispered as he turned and left the room

 

__________________________________________________

 

So when you say that you need me

That you'll never leave me

I know you're wrong, you're not that strong

Let me go

 

There are things

That I still have to learn

But the one thing I have is my pride

Oh so I don't want to

Hold you, touch you

Think that you're mine

 

I'm so cold

Inside

Maybe just one more try...

 

George Michael - one more try

 

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Chapter 32 - So you think that you love me

 

 

Theodred had been dreading this; he had known of his father's decision for the 
longest time, but he had yet to tell Legolas. He had wished that he would be 
able to tell him himself, but there was a problem with the language, so he had 
asked Elrohir if he would act as a translator. Theodred looked over and 
squeezed his beloved's hand. "Come," he whispered and dragged Legolas away 
to a secluded spot just outside the gates of the golden city. As they sat down in 
the long grass Theodred felt his heart hammer away, but there were no easy way 
around this. "Ferret?.. Uhm.. Legolas, I need to tell you something," he started.

 

Legolas squeezed his hand back and just looked at him.

 

"I spoke with my father, and." The young man wavered but continued, "he told 
me no prosperity would become of us. I am to marry a noble maid and produce 
a heir for this realm."

 

Elrohir explained this to Legolas. "Nuh uh," Legolas muttered and looked 
confused. He then said something to Elrohir.

 

The half elf smiled at Theodred. "He wants you to come home with him."

 

 "But I can't," Theodred whispered. "Please tell him that I am an only son; there 
is no one else to take this duty upon them."

 

"Nuh uh," Legolas said again and lay his other hand on top of Theodred's.

 

 Theodred sighed but smiled happily. "I love you, Ferret, and your iron will... 
but my father said."

 

Legolas just shook his head and gestured like mad at Elrohir, and Elrohir paled 
as he shook his head violently. "No Legolas, I won't do that!" he said.

 

Theodred looked at Elrohir worriedly. "What is wrong?"

 

"Legolas wants me to persuade Dinalu to smuggle you out with them," Elrohir 
said, then he gave Theodred a stern look. "It is dangerous to even think about, 
remember that." Theodred nodded and used his free hand to pull his warm cloak 
around him more tightly to shield him from the autumn wind. "If you do this, 
you risk a war on your hands, but if you stay you will certainly lose your heart's 
desire."

 

Theodred shook his head. "I don't know what to do, Elrohir."

 

"A war can be averted by diplomacy; if you lose your heart you will have to live 
with it forever," he whispered as he ran his palm over Theodred's hair and 
cheek. "But you need to think hard, and I am afraid you don't have much time."

 

 Theodred looked at Legolas, who smiled a brilliant smile at him before he 
rested his head on the mans shoulder. "I don't think I need to think any longer," 
Theodred whispered.

 

Elrohir nodded. "Then I will speak with Dinalu on your behalf." He then turned 
to talk with Legolas, who absolutely beamed as Elrohir spoke. The young elf 
turned around and kissed his lover passionately on the lips.

 

 And Elrohir rose to his feet. He wrapped the cloak around himself and pulled 
up the hood. "I wish you all the luck in the world," he said as he left.

 

_______________

 

 

-Rivendell-

 

 

Elrond sat at Elladan's bedside and looked at his son. "Elladan? Will you please 
wake up? I miss you."

 

To Elrond's surprise, Elladan's eyes fluttered open. "Ada?" he slurred.

 

"Yes, oh my baby. I missed you so much," Elrond said softly and pulled 
Elladan's limp body close.

 

"I miss you too," Elladan mumbled. "Where is Elrohir? Where is my brother?"

 

"On his way, my sweet," Elrond lied, but he didn't know what else to say.

 

"I want to speak with him," Elladan said, sounding almost as if were he drunk. 
"I want him to make his decision with me."

 

Elrond had to fight off tears. "I already made that decision for you, my son."

 

"Elrohir, I want Elrohir."

 

"Listen, my precious, I am sending you to the undying lands," Elrond 
whispered, stroking his son's hair lovingly. "You are going to see your mother 
soon."

 

"Ships? I get to sail the ships?" Elladan whispered back, lolling his head from 
side to side.

 

"Yes my love, you get to sail the ships." The lord of Imladris was glad he had 
come here alone, for at this moment he was not sure he could have tolerated 
another elf's eyes, as the tears he had fought for so long began to fall.

 

As if on cue, Elladan started to sob pitifully. "Elrohir.. I want him here."

 

"I p-promise you, Elrohir will follow you to the g-grey havens," Elrond 
stuttered, resting his forehead against his son's. "He will come take you there."

 

"Irmo is calling me," Elladan whined, "but I want to stay here a little longer."

 

"Yes, stay here," Elrond said, "stay with me."

 

"I can't."

 

Elrond watched as Elladan closed his eyes once more.

 

 ____________________________________________

 

 

-Rohan-

 

 

For the second time in 2 days Elrohir knocked on Dinalu's door, and when no 
one answered he turned the doorknob and peeked inside. "Dinalu?"

 

Dinalu emerged from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around him, and 
he smiled at Elrohir. "Good evening, Elrohir," he said courteously. "Please 
come in and close the door."

 

"Yes, thank you," Elrohir said puzzled, and did as Dinalu asked.

 

"Please excuse me," Dinalu offered as he picked up the sleeping clothes on his 
bed and walked back into the bathroom. "I can hear you out here, so you can 
just speak."

 

"I spoke with Theodred and Legolas today," Elrohir said.

 

"And?" Dinalu called from the bathroom.

 

"They asked me to speak with you for them," Elrohir said and finally sat down 
uncomfortably on the edge of a chair. "They need your aid."

 

"Oh really?" Dinalu said as he emerged from the bathroom once more. "Why is 
that?" but upon seeing Elrohir so uncomfortable the blond took pity on him. 
"What aid can I possibly give them?"

 

Elrohir cleared his throat and smiled at Dinalu. "They are lovers"

 

"They are?" the Mirkwood prince gasped.

 

 Elrohir nodded. "And unless you aid them, they will be separated when you 
take Legolas back home."

 

"Oh, I see," Dinalu murmured. "Care for a glass of wine?" He went to the 
cupboard and pulled out two glasses, holding one in Elrohir's direction.

 

"No, I." Elrohir sighed, "Yes please."

 

Dinalu poured a glass for the dark-haired elf and handed it to him. "Now, tell 
me in what way I can aid them."

 

Elrohir took a sip of the sweet wine, a little too sweet for his taste but he 
remembered his husband's taste for them. Ex-husband, he chided himself. "You 
must smuggle Theodred out of Rohan, and take him with you to Mirkwood"

 

 "Are they insane?" Dinalu gasped. "Theodred is Theoden's only son; we will 
have a war on our hands!" He looked at Elrohir and shook his head. "And what 
are you thinking? To even agree on asking me of this?"

 

Elrohir nodded. "I know." He took a large gulp of the wine. "But Dinalu, they 
are in love, so very much in love, I cannot bear to smother that already."

 

"I see," Dinalu mumbled and took a large gulp of his wine as well. "I will 
consider it."

 

The Rivendell elf smiled awkwardly. "I will let them know." He then put down 
his glass on the table. "Thank you for seeing me, I shall leave you to your rest 
now." He slowly pushed the chair back and stood up. "I bid you a good night," 
he mumbled as he moved towards the door.

 

"Elrohir?" Dinalu said looking up at the darker elf while running his finger 
along the edge of the wineglass.

 

"Yes?" Elrohir answered and turned around looking at the blond elf. "Is 
something amiss?"

 

"I would say so, wouldn't you?"

 

Elrohir had no idea what to say so he just raised a brow, looking at his ex 
spouse sitting there, looking ever so tempting. He felt a sting in his heart 
thinking of the days where he would have gone and sat on Dinalu's lap, kissing 
his way up to that special spot behind the ear that made him mew so sweetly. "I 
am sorry, but I don't understand."

 

"Us, Elrohir.." Dinalu said and slowly looked up at the elf in front of him. "That 
feeling we used to call us."

 

"Oh," Elrohir sighed, "I thought we discussed that yesterday."

 

"Agreed," Dinalu said softly, "but I have done some thinking."

 

"Dinalu, please let me speak with my father first, he should know from me," 
Elrohir cringed visibly, "and not from strangers. I... he should know why his 
sons are not worthy of their title."

 

"Come with me to Mirkwood," Dinalu said before downing the remains of the 
wine.

 

 "Excuse me?"

 

"I said, come with me to Mirkwood," Dinalu said once more and stood up, 
walking towards Elrohir.

 

"Why?" Elrohir whispered stepping backwards, away from Dinalu, who kept 
walking towards him.

 

"Because you are my dear husband, and we are going home," Dinalu whispered 
and smiled dangerously as he saw he had Elrohir cornered.

 

"But the document, I am no longer your mate", Elrohir whispered breathlessly, 
watching Dinalu as he stepped so close he could feel the warm breath of the 
other.

 

"I didn't sign it yet," Dinalu whispered back, "and maybe I never will."

 

Elrohir felt himself trembling under his husband's predatory gaze. "I thought 
that."

 

"You think too much, Elrohir," Dinalu breathed as he captured both of Elrohir's 
hands, and with a forceful move slammed Elrohir's arms up against the wall 
over their heads. "You half-elves are wicked and conniving beings."

 

 Elrohir blinked rapidly as if he were trying to make sense of this. "Dinalu, 
please let go of me," he pleaded, but his only answer was a grim smile and he 
felt a lump form in his throat and an ice-cold feeling settle in his stomach. "You 
are frightening me," he whispered barely audibly. "Please let me go."

 

"Are you frightened, Elrohir?" Dinalu asked before licking a trail up his 
husband's cheek.

 

"Y-yes."

 

"Good," Dinalu responded, biting the skin on Elrohir's throat, feeling the pulse 
thunder away beneath the skin. "You are mine, my spouse, and you will yield 
and follow me to Mirkwood."

 

Elrohir was afraid to even breathe. He tried to answer but the words stuck in his 
throat.

 

Dinalu rubbed his pelvis against Elrohir in a fluid move. "You used to love this, 
what happened?" Dinalu smiled as he bit Elrohir's lip gently, pulling it out and 
letting go. He was savouring the sight of Elrohir's big frightened eyes. "I know, 
those smelly, hairy men right?" He chuckled to himself.  "Oh, but I know what 
my naughty little sweetheart has been up to. What was his name? That pretty 
young man with the curly hair?"

 

"..."

 

Elrohir sucked in his breath as Dinalu licked his way up to his ear, sucking it 
suggestively before he spoke once more. "Eomer, right? I don't blame you, he is 
quite the catch," Dinalu paused, "for a mortal, that is."

 

"I.I y-yield," Elrohir whispered as he stopped struggling against Dinalu's hold. 
"I yield."

 

"I knew you would," Dinalu whispered back and with that he let go his iron 
hold of Elrohir, and let his arms fall down to his sides.

 

Elrohir massaged his wrists, looking up at Dinalu. "Why did you do that?" he 
asked.

 

"I don't know," Dinalu whispered, walking away from the wall and over to the 
bed, sitting down. "I tried so hard not to let it come to this."

 

Elrohir walked over to the bed and sat down next to his husband. "Don't ever do 
that again," he whispered. "For a second I feared you might strangled me, and I 
would have allowed you to do so."

 

Dinalu turned his head and looked at Elrohir. "I could never harm you," he said 
and caressed the little bite mark he had left on his lover's neck.

 

Elrohir smiled sadly. "Did you really mean that you wanted for me to go with 
you to Mirkwood?"

 

"Aye," Dinalu said and mustered a weak blush. "I did."

 

"You could just have asked me," Elrohir said and leaned his head on Dinalu's 
shoulder.

 

"Forgive me," the blond elf said, wrapping an arm around Elrohir's waist. "I 
have missed you so much, and I was not sure that my heart could take to see 
you ride out without me once more, and I knew how much you wanted to go 
home." He paused and cleared his throat. "And I was afraid that you would find 
love somewhere else, find pleasure in someone else's bed, that my love was not 
enough."

 

 "Oh Dina," Elrohir sighed and pressed himself closer to his lover. "You should 
not believe rumours and half truths, I never did take Eomer to bed. And the pact 
I made with Elladan is not what you think."

 

Dinalu untangled himself from his husband and walked over to the desk where 
the document was still lying. He picked it up and looked at it before he gripped 
both top corners and ripped it apart; letting it fall to the ground. "There," he said 
and looked at Elrohir. "Let us make a new pact."

 

"Yes," Elrohir said, looking at his husband with a smile.

 

Dinalu took a deep breath. "If I swear to never speak of this again, will you stay 
by my side?"

 

Elrohir shook his head. "No, Dina, I want you to swear that if you ever feel 
insecure in my love for you, let me know so I can change your mind."

 

"I swear."

 

"I love you."

 

"I know."

 

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AN chap 33 -: if the gaelic is translated wrong, don’t lynch me, I cant speak 
gaelic – but I tried ok? – sorry for the long wait for this chapter, but you will 
proberly have to wait a bit longer for the next, because I am going on a weekend 
at my mothers *le sigh* - I know... but I promised.

____________________________________

 

I wish I was on yonder hill

'tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,

And every tear would turn a mill,

Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

 

Shule, shule, shule aroon,

(come, come, come O love)

Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,

(swiftly come to me, come softly move)

Shule go dheen durrus oggus aylig lume,

(come to the door and away we'll flee)

Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

(and safe from aye, may my darling be)

 

I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel,

I'll sell my only spinning wheel,

To buy my love a sword of steel

Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

 

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red,

And 'round the world I'll beg my bread,

Until my parents shall wish me dead,

Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

 

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,

I wish I had my heart again,

And vainly think I'd not complain,

Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

 

 

Clannad - Siuil a run

 

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chapter 33 - Until my parents shall wish me dead

 

 

-Rohan-

 

 

(a month later)

 

Elrohir took his knapsack and threw it over his shoulder. He looked at the room 
that had served him and smiled at the rumpled sheets. He shook his head and 
walked out, whistling a merry tune. He couldn't remember being in such a good 
mood. He was so happy for Theodred and Legolas. Their plan seemed to work, 
and he was happy to see Rivendell again, but still it burdened his heart to be 
divided from Dinalu once more. For a second he wondered if all married 
couples went through crises like this, but he shrugged that thought off when the 
only married couple that would come to his mind was his mother and father, and 
just the idea of his father having these issues with his twin made his skin crawl. 
He turned the corner and stopped before the guard of Theoden's hall, asking for 
audience with the king to thank him for his kindness while he had stayed here, 
and promising him some boon for his troubles. Oh yes, today he had his 
diplomatic mask on - he had to.

 

__________

 

 

It was a self-assured elf that emerged from the king's halls once more an hour 
later. Now to the hard part. He had tried to insinuate to Dinalu that he would not 
follow them to Mirkwood. But his husband had not listened, and in the end 
Elrohir had given up, an had just nestled himself in the caresses that were once 
more given to him.

 

He saw the three of them in the gardens playing a game with large balls aimed 
at a smaller one. Apparently Legolas beat them to the verge of tears. And he 
heard the young elf laugh merrily as Theodred made an especially miserable 
shot. Elrohir stopped and lowered the knapsack on the ground. "Good afternoon, 
you three," he chuckled as aggravation over his misfortune in this game made 
Theodred smack Legolas on his bottom playfully. And Legolas squealed.

 

"Good morning, my love," Dinalu answered. "My wee brother seems to own 
this game," he laughed.

 

"So I see," Elrohir chuckled as he shook his head in amusement. "Dina. I, uhm 
wondered if." he said softly, playing absentmindedly with a braid.

 

"So you are leaving?" Dinalu said and sat down at a little stone bench, patting 
the spot next to him for Elrohir to sit.

 

"Yes," Elrohir mumbled as he sat. "I tried to tell you, but." he sighed and smiled 
at Dinalu. "I was afraid you wouldn't understand, and frankly I didn't try too 
hard. I had other things to concentrate on."

 

Dinalu smiled as Elrohir blushed slightly. "I think your husbandly duties were 
way overdue," he whispered, but upon seeing his spouses' sad eyes he added, 
"You are right, my flower, I do not understand."

 

"I'm sorry Dina, but I must return to my home." He reached out and caressed 
Dinalu's cheek. "I will be back with you before you miss me."

 

"Promise?" Dinalu whispered.

 

"I promise," Elrohir whispered back. "I will send word when I arrive and let you 
know when I can return."

 

Dinalu slumped his shoulders and looked away. "You don't have to." He looked 
over at his brother and the young man still discussing how to make the perfect 
throw. "As much as I wish I did, I do not own you."

 

Elrohir rested his head on Dinalu's shoulder. "I am just going to see my father 
and my sick brother, I am not leaving Middle-earth. I will return shortly. 
Especially if." he snickered, "you promise to show me that trick of yours."

 

The prince of Mirkwood lit up. "Oh, you would like that, would you?"

 

 Elrohir smiled wolfishly. "Yes, keep coming up with these little tricks, and I 
will always return to your side," he teased.

 

"I'd better search my father's library for more information on this issue when I 
get home," Dinalu chuckled.

 

"I'd like that," Elrohir purred.

 

And so they sat and watched the young lovers for a while until the sun was 
almost high in the sky.

 

"I should leave soon," Elrohir whispered.

 

Dinalu nodded. "Yes," he sighed and turned his head to kiss Elrohir's forehead. 
"I cannot say I understand, but I promise I will trust your word this time."

 

"There you go," Elrohir chuckled and sat up. "Marriage vows are forever, you 
know, you will never get rid of me." But when Dinalu just looked sad and did 
not laugh, he kissed his husband tenderly. "I wish everything was different right 
now, but it is not, we both have to do as we must, and thus I have to ride out 
now."

 

Dinalu nodded once more and gulped down the lump that had formed in his 
throat. "Yes," he whispered, "you should say good bye to the young ones, and I 
will go fetch your horse."

 

 "Thank you, my love," Elrohir said softly and stood up and walked over to the 
others. "Theodred, Legolas?"

 

 Theodred turned around. "Yes?" He looked puzzled at the black clad elf in 
front of him. The tight braids were back in his hair, and even the little discreet 
silver circlet was in place. "What is wrong?"

 

"Nothing is wrong, but I came to say my good-byes to you two, as I am leaving 
for Rivendell within the hour," Elrohir said and place a hand on each of their 
shoulders.

 

"Oh," Theodred whispered.

 

 Elrohir smiled. "I will see you both soon," he said and suddenly embraced the 
young human prince. "Good luck," he whispered, "and may the gods be with 
you"

 

"Thank you, and may your horse carry you swiftly to you home," Theodred 
mumbled back as the elf let go of him.

 

Elrohir turned to Legolas, and said something that Theodred did not understand, 
but from the facial expression on the blond elf, it was about the same as he had 
just told him. Legolas hugged his dark-haired cousin tightly and then Elrohir 
turned to pick up his knapsack again. He walked over to it and threw it over his 
shoulder once more, before pulling the hood up, hiding his features in darkness. 
"Fare well," he said and gave them a gesture as he turned and left.

 

He had gotten to the stables and there both Dinalu and Eomer met him. There 
was a strange atmosphere there, but Elrohir chose to ignore it. He threw the 
knapsack over the horse's back and turned to Eomer. "Take care, my friend, you 
are truly a valiant man. I will pray you will have a prosperous future. May you 
have good health, many children and a wife who loves you."

 

 "Thank you," Eomer said and suddenly embraced Elrohir, much to Dinalu's 
annoyance. "May your horse..."

 

 Elrohir laughed and pushed Eomer away gently. "No more horse talk, I've 
already had wishes on the behalf of my horse."

 

Eomer shuffled his feet. "Oh, well might I wish its rider a pleasant and safe trip 
then?"

 

"Of course you may, Eomer," Elrohir chuckled. He reached over and gently 
lifted Eomer's head with a hand under the man's chin. "Eomer son of Eomund, 
you will make a mighty ruler one day, this I am sure of. It will come and you 
shall take the name of Eadig."

 

 Eomer watched Elrohir with large eyes. "Do all elves do that?"

 

 "Do what?" Elrohir said and removed his hand, taking the horse's rein instead.

 

"Make creepy premonitions," Eomer mumbled.

 

Elrohir laughed till he was in tears and then tenderly patted Eomer's shoulder. 
"Only when they are true, my friend," he said and smiled. "Now rest easy and 
fare well."

 

"Fare well, Elrohir son of Elrond," Eomer said as he looked after Dinalu and 
Elrohir who walked out the stables towards the main gate. He had no idea what 
Elrohir had meant with all that nonsense he had said before, but for some reason 
he felt it was not a blessing, it was a bad omen.

 

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-The plains-

 

 

Elrohir turned in the saddle to see if he could still see Dinalu, but he could no 
longer even see Meduseld. This was the second time in two years he was 
leaving his husband behind. But he felt that he must hurry towards Elladan. The 
bright flame he used to feel from his brother was now just a small dull glow. 
Something was dreadfully wrong. Elladan had to be very sick, or. Elrohir paled. 
or fading.

 

 ____________________

 

 

-Rohan-

 

 

Legolas had come and fetched Dinalu when it was time for the evening meal. 
"Ah, Legolas," Dinalu had sighed with a smile. "Will you make Theodred 
understand we leave tonight?"

 

 Legolas nodded.

 

"Meet me out in the stables when the moon rises," Dinalu whispered, and 
Legolas had nodded once more as he dragged his brother along inside.

 

It was a strange concept to him, to suddenly have his elder brother with him 
once more. He had been the part of the puzzle that had been missing. Though 
Legolas still missed Elladan sometimes, he had not failed to hear just how deep 
his brother's hate for his friend was. So Legolas had never spoken of Elladan, 
not because he had not asked, but because just as Elladan had watched over 
him, now he watched over Elladan. Dinalu would have left right this instant 
with a raised sword had he known for how many years Legolas had lived with 
his nemesis. And of Thranduil, Legolas remembered a radiant smile and lively 
eyes, but nothing more. How he wished he could remember his father's voice, or 
face. But no matter how hard he tried, nothing came to him. He had tried to tell 
Dinalu of his fears, but his brother had just laughed them away, telling him that 
their father would be over the top with happiness upon their return, as he had 
thought his son dead for hundreds of years. And Legolas wanted to believe that, 
but he was just not sure. What if his father had forgotten? He had lost a child, 
and here he returned as a adult, together with his mortal bound husband. Maybe 
Thranduil would not be so accepting of that. He knew he just had to trust Dinalu 
on this, but a part of him wished they had all gone with Elrohir to see Elladan 
instead.

 

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After the meal, Theodred and Legolas went to their rooms, and Legolas started 
to pull out their riding clothes. Theodred quickly caught on, and felt his heart 
hammer away in his chest. They were actually going to do this now, there was 
no way out!  Legolas handed Theodred his mantle and pulled the hood over the 
man's head. He nodded and held a hand before his eyes and pointed at 
Theodred.

 

"Oh, so no one will see me?" Theodred said and pulled the hood further up.

 

Legolas looked confused but then took a piece of paper. "Theodred look," he 
said with a terrible accent, but the young man didn't mind, he thought it sounded 
just wonderful. Legolas drew a hooded man and a not hooded man. A square 
with something that resembled a pig more than a horse, but Theodred could see 
where his beloved was getting at. The elf then drew yet another man and three 
horses in the square. He looked up at Theodred to see if he was paying attention, 
and when he saw that he was, he kept drawing. He drew a line from the hooded 
man to the stables and the other horses, and a line from the not hooded man to 
the burial grounds of the inhabitants of Rohan. "Look?" he said.

 

Theodred nodded. "I see," he said.

 

"You, me," Legolas said. And inwardly beat himself for being so slow at 
learning this mortal language.

 

 "Yes, you and me," Theodred answered but sighed as Legolas shook his head. 
The young elf bit his lip and looked deep in thought until he drew two faces, 
one with dark hair and one with pointy ears.

 

"You," he said and pointed at the dark-haired face. "Me," he said and pointed to 
the pointy eared one. He then grabbed the mantle Theodred was wearing and 
said, "me."

 

"It is called *mine*," Theodred corrected him. But that only earned him a snort 
from the elf.

 

 Legolas then drew a hood on the drawing supposed to be Theodred. "Me," he 
said and pointed with a triumphant smile.

 

"Oooooh" Theodred gasped, as he slowly understood. "You want me to leave 
the city dressed as you?" when Legolas just looked at him he rephrased it. "I am 
you," and Legolas nodded. 

 

"You, me."

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Nu i tveksamhetens tid (now in the time of confusion)

här i frågornas land (here, in the land of questions)

ber jag dig komma hit (I ask you to come over)

får jag hålla din hand (can I hold your hand)

får jag luta min panna (can I rest my head)

mot ditt trygga bröst (against your safe chest)

vågar jag be dig att stanna (dare I ask you to stay?)

får jag höra din röst (may I hear your voice?)

 

Låt mig låna din kraft (let me borrow your power)

jag kan dämpa mitt fall (so I can break my fall)

med tankarna på vad vi haft (thinking of what was)

och allt som komma skall (and what is yet to come)

får jag luta min panna (can I rest my head)

mot ditt trygga bröst (against your safe chest)

vågar jag be dig att stanna (dare I ask you to stay?)

får jag höra din röst (may I hear your voice)

 

När tveksamhet gror (when confusion rise)

då jag är långt från beslut (and I cannot decide)

då ingenting är som man tror (when nothing is what you think)

inget är som det ser ut (and nothing is what it seems)

får jag då luta min panna (can I rest my head)

mot ditt trygga bröst (against your safe chest)

vågar jag be dig att stanna (dare I ask you to stay?)

får jag höra din röst (may I hear your voice)

 

 

Lisa Ekdahl - Här I tveksamhetens tid (translated/mutilated by me)

 

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Chapter 34 - May I hear your voice?

 

-Rivendell-

 

(1 month later)

 

Elrohir resisted the urge to spur his horse and gallop right into the halls

of the Last Homely House. He took a deep breath and smiled at the guard who

saw him and turned his horse and hurried towards the homely house to

tell the news. Elrohir sighed before he shook his head and spurred his in

hot pursuit of the guard, but his horse was tired and the guard reached the

courtyard before him. A female elf ran over the courtyard in a most

undignified matter, and Elrohir had to laugh. "Arwen," he called, "you came

home as well!" He jumped off the horse and his sister flung herself into his

arms.

 

"Elrohir," she chuckled.

 

He put her down on the ground again and kissed her forehead. "I missed you,

why did you never come visit?" but his sister's blush told him more than any

denying comment she might add. "Oh, I see," he chuckled. "I shall leave you 
your secrets, sister."

 

Arwen smiled gratefully and waved at someone behind Elrohir's back.

 

Elrohir spun around and saw the tall seneschal of Rivendell come towards him.

"Good day, Glorfindel," Elrohir said with a smile.

 

Glorfindel smiled a strained smile back as he walked over to the young

half-elf. "Elrohir, you are indeed a sight for sore eyes."

 

"So? Where is Elladan? I must see him!" Elrohir said and looked at Arwen, who

paled.

 

"You should go see father first," she said with sadness in her voice.

 

"No! I want to speak with Elladan, I can speak with father later," Elrohir

said firmly, but when no one answered him he crossed his arms over his chest

and looked back and forth between the two elves in front of him. "I did not

ride all the way from Rohan to speak with Elrond."

 

"I know," Arwen said, "but trust me, you want to speak with father first."

 

Elrohir let out a very annoyed sigh. "Did you not hear me, sister dear? I wish

to see Elladan, right this minute."

 

"She is right," Glorfindel said softly. "Lord Elrond made it quite clear you

should go and seek him out the moment you came here."

 

"I can't believe this," Elrohir howled in a childish manner. "You are teaming

up on me!"

 

"Why are you making such a issue out of it? You can just go and see father

instead and then go see Elladan," Arwen said and crossed her arms over her

chest in a equally annoyed move.

 

Elrohir sighed once more, but this time it was a sound of defeat. "You are

right, you wrench. I will go see father." He ruffled Arwen's hair in a quick

move. "Will you go with me?"

 

"I would be glad to," Arwen said and hooked her arm in Elrohir's before she

hurried off with him.

 

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Elrohir sat there in Elrond's office and listened to his father's tale of

what had happened here in Rivendell, and his grandmother's feeble attempt at

luring Elladan out of his state. Right then and there, all the pieces of the

puzzle just came together, still they all fell apart. And had he just heard

what he thought he had heard his father say?

 

"Valinor?" Elrohir gasped. "You are sending him to Valinor?"

 

"Yes," Elrond whispered. "I simply do not know what to do anymore, and he is

so miserable."

 

"But Ada!" Elrohir protested, feeling Arwen squeeze his hand. "You cannot

make that choice for him, he should, we were supposed to, I mean... I always

thought that... no Ada, you cannot do that!"

 

"I know, my son," Elrond said as he looked up at his son with a sad expression.

"Believe me, I do not like this any more than you do, but there is really nothing

left for him here."

 

"He speaks the truth, Elrohir," Arwen whispered.

 

"I don't care!" Elrohir spat. "I will hear no more of this, I want to see my

twin." He looked at his father. "Where is he?"

 

"In his rooms," Elrond said leaning back in his chair. "But I feel I

should warn you before you seek him out."

 

"Warn me? Since when was Elladan a threat to anyone? Leave me alone." 
Elrohir said, slightly annoyed.

 

"Oh no, my dear son, he wont hurt you. But you must know that..." Elrond

paused searching for the most adequate words to describe it. "He has been

bedridden for a long, long time Elrohir, he is not able to eat or groom

himself, he even needs help to. uhm."

 

"In other words he soils his bed," Arwen said quietly.

 

"What?" Elrohir gasped. "No, you must be pulling some vicious prank."

 

"I wish," Elrond said and reached for Elrohir, who quickly stood up to avoid

his father's touch. "Don't," he warned as with angry steps he stormed out of

Elrond's office.

 

Father and daughter looked at each other. "That went well," she said.

 

"At least he did not attack either of us," Elrond said with a little smile.

"He needs time to adapt to the situation."

 

"I hope it's just that," Arwen replied.

 

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-Mirkwood-

 

 

As they rode into the vast forest, Legolas' heart raced like mad. Home, he was

finally home. but if this was home, why was he so frightened?!

 

A scout had seen them enter the woods, and so when they arrived in the

central square there was quite an uproar. Everyone came to see the long

lost prince.

 

Thranduil came rushing out to the square as soon as his scout had told him

that Dinalu was on the way, with another blond elf and a mortal man.

Thranduil's heart had skipped a beat, could this really be?! But what if it

weren't? What if he was only kidding himself and it was but an elf. But in

his heart he knew he was right, this had to be his long lost greenleaf.

 

Dinalu stopped in the middle of the square; he looked over his shoulder and

nodded for the others to dismount from their horses. "this is your prince

Legolas, my brother, long lost son of your king," he yelled to the gathered

elves.

 

The elves bowed for Legolas.

 

Legolas looked at all these elves, feeling even smaller and more insecure.

They needed not bow to him, he was but Ferret. He looked over his shoulder

and saw Theodred standing behind him; he reached for his hand, relaxing a

little when he felt his beloved caress his hand in a soothing gesture.

 

He felt Dinalu reach for his shoulder and he looked in the same direction as

his brother, and there he saw a huge elf emerge. This had to be Thranduil.

"Father?" Legolas said meekly.

 

Thranduil stopped in front of his sons. "Legolas?" he whispered, "it is

really you, I always knew in my heart that you were not taken by wolves!"

 

Legolas looked up at Dinalu with large eyes, hoping that his brother would

understand that he did not know how to answer that.

 

Dinalu smiled at Thranduil. "It matters not what has happened, the

importance is what is to come."

 

"You speak wisely, my son," Thranduil said and smiled back before he pulled

both his sons into an embrace. "Let us feast, for we are joined once more!"

 

Legolas smiled at his father. He sounded just like he remembered, he wanted

to take in every sound and every smell, but it was all just too much, and

once more he looked towards Theodred, who stood a few feet back from the 
family.

 Legolas smiled a timid smile at the man. They were home.

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There's no need to argue anymore.

I gave all I could, but it left me so sore.

And the thing that makes me mad,

Is the one thing that I had,

 

I knew, I knew,

I'd lose you.

You'll always be special to me,

Special to me, to me.

 

Will I forget in time, ah,

You said I was on your mind?

There's no need to argue,

No need to argue anymore.

There's no need to argue anymore.

 

the cranberries – no need to argue

 

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Chapter 35 – Was it all a waste of time.?

 

Elrohir sat at his brother’s bedside, tears welling up in his eyes. "Oh Elladan," 
he whispered, gently brushing some greasy strands of hair from Elladan’s face. 
If only he had known just how bad things were. He ran his fingers over his 
twin’s sunken face; soup apparently wasn’t doing him much good. "Oh, your 
freckles are gone," Elrohir stated, feeling his stomach twist in terror. Was he 
really dying? Was his brother really fading from life? "Elladan?" he whispered. 
"Elladan, can you hear me?"

 

A weak moan responded and Elladan’s eyes fluttered open reluctantly. 
"Elrohir," he whispered, "you came."

 

"Of course I came," Elrohir exclaimed, feeling the tears intensify, running in 
streams down his cheeks. "Nothing could hold me away from you, not even 
father with a pitchfork," he said with a sad smile.

 

"El-Elrohir," Elladan just whispered, "I didn’t think you would come."

 

"I already said I would," Elrohir said and raised a brow while reaching out to 
take hold of Elladan’s hand. "Is there anything you need?"

 

"Oh Elrohir," Elladan croaked, "Ada said I get to sail a ship."

 

"A ship?" Elrohir said surprised, but then realised what it was Elladan was 
speaking about. "No one is sailing anywhere," he whispered softly. "I am home 
now, it’s time to wake up, sleepyhead."

 

"But the ship?" Elladan said with a frown.

 

"No ship, Elladan," Elrohir said with a smile, "but we could go horseback 
riding. You would like that, wouldn’t you?"

 

"Yes," Elladan whispered weakly, squeezing Elrohir’s hand.

 

"Come now, it is time you got yourself a bath." Elrohir said.

 

"Elrohir, I didn’t think you would come," Elladan slurred.

 

"But I already said I would… Elladan, you are making no sense," Elrohir said, 
annoyance creeping into his voice. "Wake up, princess, it’s time for a bath."

 

"You came," Elladan said on the verge of sleep again. "You came."

 

"Yes, I came," Elrohir wanted to scream, but it only made it over a whisper. "I 
came home, Elladan."

 

"Yes," Elladan breathed.

 

"Wake up, Elladan, don’t fall asleep." Elrohir shook Elladan, whose eyes 
fluttered open once more. "Wake up for me, please."

 

Elladan looked directly at Elrohir. "Stay with me?"

 

"Always," Elrohir vowed and kissed Elladan’s forehead. "Should you ask it of 
me, I would never leave Rivendell again."

 

"Don’t make more vows you will break," Elladan said with a frown, and 
managed to pull his hands back away from Elrohir’s.

 

Elrohir looked away from his brother’s hurt expression. "No," he just stated, "I 
won’t."

 

"But you did," Elladan whispered. "You broke your promise to me."

 

"I know," Elrohir sighed feeling miserable, before he turned around and buried 
his brother in a hug on the bed. "Forgive me."

 

"Were you happy?" Elladan suddenly whispered.

 

Elrohir raised his head and looked at his twin. "What do you mean?"

 

"Tricking Dinalu like that?"

 

"I… I…" Elrohir whispered, feeling hot all over his body, and his heart racing 
in panic.

 

"He knows of our secret," Elladan whispered. "I told him."

 

"You?" Elrohir gasped. "But he said..." Elrohir’s mind raced. "You told him? – 
Why?"

 

"Because you are mine," Elladan stated weakly.

 

"Don’t," Elrohir whispered as Elladan’s hand rested on Elrohir’s chin, dragging 
him down towards his own. "Please don’t."

 

"But I love you so much, I love you too much," Elladan whispered. "It is eating 
me up inside."

 

"Elladan, please stop," Elrohir begged as their lips met.

 

"Why? You were mine before you were his," Elladan whispered softly, kissing 
his brother’s soft lips again.

 

"It was a MISTAKE!" Elrohir yelled and pushed away from Elladan with so 
much force he fell on the floor himself.

 

Elladan let out a sobbing sound and with much effort curled himself in a little 
ball on the bed. Elrohir quickly got up and curled himself around his brother. 
"Forgive me," he whispered trying with force to turn Elladan around. "I didn’t 
mean that, I… I… y-you know I love you, Elladan."

 

"No you don’t," Elladan mumbled.

 

"Yes I do," Elrohir admitted holding his brother even more tightly than before. 
"There is no one I love more."

 

"Yet you married that blond," Elladan hissed.

 

"I love him as well, Elladan; he is my husband," Elrohir whispered, knowing he 
would not want to hear this. "You are my brother, and I love you too".

 

"*I* wanted to be your husband," Elladan mumbled, entwining his fingers with 
Elrohir’s. "By Eru, Elrohir, I did everything to make you love me."

 

"I’m sorry Elladan, forgive me," Elrohir mumbled. "I didn’t know..." it was the 
best explanation he could give, for this. And he was sure Elladan thought the 
same as him.

 

"Why did you keep coming to my bed back then? If you did not care for me like 
a lover," Elladan mumbled.

 

"…I…I…" Elrohir whimpered, "do-don’t know." For a moment an odd silence 
lingered in the room until Elrohir whispered, "I was confused, and I still am."

 

But no answer came. Elrohir popped up on an elbow and looked at his brother, 
but to his surprise he had fallen asleep. Elrohir turned him around to his back 
and caressed Elladan’s cheek, brushing away the tears that had formed in the 
dark lashes. He bend over and kissed his brother’s secretive smile and 
whispered, "I am sorry."

 

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The next days Elrohir didn’t leave his brothers side, but even slept in the same 
bed, until it got to the point where Elrond started to worry about his other son’s 
sanity. But Elrohir seemed to cope all right.

 

Late one evening Elrond came into Elladan’s chambers, finding Elrohir putting 
on a clean sheet for his brother. "Elrohir?" he said softly.

 

Elrohir turned his head but kept struggling with the sheet ."Ada, what brings 
you here?"

 

"You do," Elrond said and sat down at the far end of Elladan’s bed. "You have 
not spoken with a soul for days, are you coping?"

 

Elrohir nodded "I have been thinking, Ada, nothing more." He looked down at 
his father with a sorrowful gaze. "You are right, his place is not here anymore."

 

Elrond locked gazes with his son. "And where does that leave you, my son?"

 

Elrohir dropped his composed facade and rushed to his father, kneeling on the 
floor, wrapping his arms around Elrond, and cried his heart out in the lush robes 
of his father. "Lost," he sobbed.

 

Elrond ran his hand over Elrohir’s hair. "Me too," he said. "I know how you 
feel, maybe better than anyone."

 

Elrohir just cried and cried, until he had no more tears to shed. "Let me bring 
him," he mumbled. "Let me take my brother to the havens."

 

Elrond just nodded not trusting his voice for a moment. He knew the pain 
Elrohir must be feeling, remembering too well what it was like to lose a twin 
himself, although Elrond knew Elrohir had to be clinging to the hope of 
reuniting with Elladan in the undying lands, just as he himself hoped to.

 

"It is all my fault," Elrohir mumbled with a hiccup from crying. "I should never 
have left Rivendell, and because of my selfishness, Elladan did something very 
terrible." Elrohir started crying again. "All my fault!"

 

"Oh Elrohir, it is not your fault Elladan did this to himself," Elrond said.

 

Elrohir was just about to tell what he had discovered about Elladan and Legolas, 
but decided to keep it to himself, taking it to his grave if necessary. Their father 
needed not know this.

 

And so they sat, father and son, for hours, not a word spoken, but in silent 
understanding.

 

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-Mirkwood-

 

Some time had passed, and in this time Legolas had felt his father watch him 
closer and closer, hovering over him until he knew every single move he made. 
And now he had been summoned to his father’s court. Standing here, waiting 
for Thranduil to speak was absolutely nerve wracking. He had no idea what he 
had done, but something had displeased his father, for he looked as if he was 
trying to say something, and finally he called him up to sit next to him. Legolas 
went there quickly, not wanting to aggravate his father further.

 

"Legolas," Thranduil said softly, looking at his son. "Something has come to my 
ears, and I wish to know if it is the truth." Legolas nodded and Thranduil 
continued, "This man you brought with you here, are you.... ehm, involved with 
him?"

 

Legolas just looked at his father. "Involved?" he repeated.

 

"Uhm, yes," Thranduil said. How on earth should he phrase this one? "You take 
him to your bed, right?"

 

Legolas smiled a little mischievous smile. "Aye" he said nodding, looking up 
with and puzzled expression. Why on earth was his father asking him this?

 

"You do know he is the heir to the throne of Rohan, don’t you?" Thranduil said, 
smiling understandingly at his confused son, who just nodded. "Then you 
understand that he cannot stay here, right?"

 

Legolas paled, not again. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I don’t want to."

 

"Well, I’m sorry Legolas, I wish you nothing but happiness, but he is a mortal 
man, and he is the sole heir to his father’s realm. He needs to go back and marry 
someone to be his queen... surely you understand that," Thranduil said, but the 
now stubborn look upon Legolas’ face told him he didn’t. "His bloodline will 
end there, that would be a terrible loss to his realm, and we might all risk open 
war." He looked sternly at his son. "You do not wish that, do you? War—"

 

"No," Legolas whispered, "but if he is going back, so am I."

 

"Oh Legolas, that man twisted your mind. You cannot continue to see him, it 
will come to no good."

 

"Nobody twisted anything!" Legolas suddenly yelled hotly. "I love him!"

 

"Even when he dies?" Thranduil said, knowing he delivered the death blow to 
his son, but still his hot-tempered little rascal needed to face reality. "Oh yes, he 
will die, but you will not. How will you carry on, my son? With nothing but a 
vague memory of the love you once had?"

 

"I care not," Legolas said, but judging from his pale face he did…this he had 
never considered. That Theodred one day would be old and feeble, whereas he 
would still look as he did today.

 

Thranduil looked at his shocked son. "Please my sweet, that your time and think 
about this, but heed my words."

 

"I will, father," Legolas replied in a barely audible whisper, before he silently 
left his father’s court, determined to seek out his brother and have him talk 
sense into Thranduil.

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I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record

oh yea

well don't get so distressed

did I happen to mention that I'm impressed

 

I take one, one, one cause you left me and

two, two, two for my family and 

three, three, three for my heartache and 

four, four, four for my headaches and 

five, five, five for my lonely and 

six, six, six for my sorrow and 

seven, seven n-no tomorrow and 

eight, eight I forget what eight was for and 

nine, nine, nine for a lost god 

ten, ten, ten, ten for everything, everything, everything

 

Violent femmes - kiss off

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chapter 36 - I need someone, a person to talk to

 

Leave, yes, that was the only reasonable thing to do. He needed to get out, to go 
home, to. To save Legolas from the heartache he would bring. Thranduil had 
been right, he could never ever fill the void in Legolas' life that a mate should. 
In comparison to Legolas, his own life would burn out fast, and leave his 
beloved with pain. Why had he never thought of that? He should have listened 
to his father; he should never have come here. He should have stayed home and 
married some maid, and lived his life like a good regent should, not run off with 
some fantasy lover, thinking that it would last forever.

 

He had reached the stables when he noticed Dinalu apparently just coming 
home from a ride. "Theodred," he called.

 

Theodred smiled, trying to hide his tear-streaked face in the shadows, so Dinalu 
would not suspect something. He nodded and turned into the horse's stall. He 
almost screamed when he turned around and found Dinalu behind him. Damn 
elves and their soundless footsteps.

 

"Theodred," Dinalu said once more, looking up and down at the young man. His 
eyes were squinted with suspicion. "Leaving?" he asked.

 

Theodred slumped his shoulders, not knowing what to say, and just nodded. 

 

Dinalu shook his head and elvish streamed out in a rapid angry sounding way. 
Theodred had never thought that elvish could sound this angry. And even 
though he did not understand a single word, the meaning didn't escape him. He 
was being told off.

 

Dinalu grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the stable. Theodred thought of 
putting up a fight for a second, but Dinalu's hold was just too tight. And he had 
no choice but to follow. Dinalu marched right into Legolas' chambers and let go 
of Theodred.

 

Legolas looked up from his book and blinked confusedly. Dinalu continued his 
stream of angry words. Legolas paled and looked at Theodred. "Why?" he said.

 

"I. uhm. the king made me aware that..." he sat down on the bed. "I'm sorry," he 
sighed.

 

Dinalu smiled at Theodred and Legolas. Perhaps Theodred was annoyed with 
him right now, but he couldn't care less. Never again would he allow happiness 
to be destroyed by misunderstandings and others interfering. Not understanding 
Westron speech at all, he just stood there and looked at Theodred, until Legolas 
turned and said, "Father talked him into it."

 

"Father," Dinalu grumbled, and turned, leaving the room, hastening towards the 
royal chambers.

 

Legolas pushed back his chair and walked over to Theodred, sitting down next 
to him. He turned Theodred's face to look at him, and made the sign for /I love 
you/.

 

Theodred felt tears well up in his eyes. "I didn't mean to leave, but the king is 
right. I will grow old and die, long before you are even considered a true adult 
with your kin. Then what?" Despair got the better of Theodred and he hid his 
face in his hands.

 

Legolas still wished he understood the Westron speech better, but was able to  
pick up some of the words, and the desperate tone in his beloved's voice. "Don't 
cry," he said.

 

Theodred laughed through his tears. "You have a terrible accent," he said, 
raising his head and wiping away his tears.

 

Legolas just looked at him smiling, looking slightly worried. He was totally 
oblivious as to why his beloved was laughing, nor did he really care. He was 
just glad that he was at least looking at him. He turned and crept up on 
Theodred's lap, resting his head against the man's shoulder.

 

"Everything will be just fine," Legolas mumbled, kissing his mate on the chin 
and jawline. 

 

"Yes," Theodred whispered, a bit embarrassed that he had despaired like that 

 

Legolas held Theodred's face in his hands and forced the man to look at him. 
"Everything will be fine," he said once more, looking intensely at his beloved, 
hoping his message went through. "Stay."

 

Theodred swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and smiled. "Everything 
will be fine," he whispered, looking into those large blue trusting eyes, leaning 
forward to kiss his elf. "Ferret," he murmured with a smile.

 

Legolas smiled too. He liked being Ferret. He liked it so much more than being 
Legolas of Mirkwood, not that he was not glad that he had found his family, but 
all in all he was just Ferret. He knew why Theodred was despairing, and he 
would lie if he said that the same thoughts had not crossed his mind. But he was 
sure that they would find some way to overcome whatever obstacle that was to 
come.

 

"Mhhm," Legolas murmured in response, wrapping his arms around Theodred's 
neck as he pushed them down on the bed. "Never worry," he whispered and 
kissed Theodred gently.

 

"With you around, never," Theodred whispered against the elf's lips.

 

Legolas reached up and began to unlace Theodred's tunic, kissing the soft skin 
as it was revealed, feeling the young man relax under him. Theodred was so 
easy to read, he thought to himself with a smile. Finishing off the last knot, he 
reached the navel, tugging at the waistline of Theodred's leggings. He stopped 
and looked at the man under him with a smile, and reached down and pulled up 
the shirt a bit so he could tie it around Theodred's wrists over his head. "Mine," 
he whispered hotly and licked along the man's rounded ear.

 

"Yours," Theodred whispered back, closing his eyes, feeling Legolas caress his 
chest, reaching down over his stomach and lingering on the fabric  that 
restricted his erection. When nimble fingers began to untie his breeches he 
arched up his back. Little beads of sweat formed on his upper lip and forehead, 
as he squirmed slightly in anticipation.

 

Legolas slowly pulled off the man's pants, pushing Theodred's thighs apart and 
nestling himself between them. Resting his head on one thigh, caressing the 
other with a tender teasing stokes, he kissed the sensitive inner thigh, and 
reached for a candelabra that stood on the bedside. As he was moving it to the 
floor, swinging it over Theodred, he spilled little droplets of wax on the man's 
belly.

 

Theodred hissed from the sudden pain, but to his surprise it made him feel 
vulnerable, naked and hot, and his erection twitched.

 

Legolas looked at the man in surprise, and smiled to himself. Putting the 
candelabra down, he picked up a single light and dropped some single drops in 
Theodred's navel. Theodred arched up, and moaned softly, as Legolas stroke the 
man's member at the same time. Pain and pleasure, the perfect combination, he 
thought to himself. Legolas couldn't help but to get immensely aroused from the 
sight of Theodred lying in the dim light, with his eyes closed and his legs 
widely spread, as if he were willing to take whatever came from him. Legolas 
felt his heart beat a little faster at the prospect of so much trust, he gave 
Theodred's erect member a long lick and carefully turned his hand so that some 
of the liquid dripped out on his hand and made a trail down Theodred's stomach. 
The man hissed and purred, not sure what he felt, but he knew it felt good.

 

The elf smiled and moved his head further down, to give a lick from the 
guardian muscle and up over his sacs and up to the top of the head of the penis. 
Theodred moaned pitifully and Legolas got to his feet, leaning over and kissing 
his lover. The intensity of Theodred's returned kiss took him by surprise, but he 
was more than happy to find that his little accident with the candle was such a 
success. Theodred squirmed and Legolas knew his lover was growing frustrated 
that he couldn't touch the elf in turn, but not this time. This time Legolas would 
have it his way, and no interfering.

 

Legolas locked his gaze with Theodred, and the intense desire he saw in them 
went right to his groin. He kissed the man once more and then stood up. He 
slowly pulled off his worn leggings, loving the way Theodred tried to find an 
angle to see him. He stepped out of his leggings, and with a swift move tossed 
away his tunic, crawling on top of Theodred, kissing him once more. The man 

wrapped his long legs around Legolas and struggled weakly with his restriction  
on his wrists. Without a word Legolas shifted a bit with his hips, and rested his 
erection against Theodred's opening, the man squeezed him with his legs, as if 
to tell him to move on. And he did, with a long fluid move he slowly moved 
inside the tight passage, while sliding his hands up and entwining his fingers 
with Theodred's on the bed, over the mans head. "Gods I love you," Theodred 
panted, holding an almost painfully tight grip

on his lover.

 

Legolas smiled. He didn't have to know Westron to know what that meant, and 
so he kissed his way up to Theodred's ear and whispered, "I love you," in his 
own native language.

 

It didn't take Legolas long to set a pace in their lovemaking that neither of them 
could outlast, and with a soft growl the elf climaxed inside his lover. Theodred 
felt the spasms moving though Legolas body, and just from that he too reached 
completion without anybody ever touching his arousal

 

The elf kissed Theodred softly as he slowly let go of his fingers, starting to untie 
the shirt around his wrists, and with a sigh,

Theodred was finally able to wrap his arms around his lover.

 

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Elrohir watched as some elves prepared the carriage that was to hold him, 
Arwen and Elladan. It was richly decorated, and for some reason Elrohir found 
it somewhat tasteless. He was taking his brother to the havens, never to return, 
and the wagon was decorated as if it were a joyous moment.

 

He turned from the window and nearly bumped into Arwen, who stood behind 
him in a long dark blue cloak. "Brother," she said with a sad voice, "this is for 
you." She handed him a midnight coloured cloak like her own.

 

Elrohir took it and put it on, pulling the hood up so it covered his face in 
darkness. "Let us not tarry any longer," he said. Arwen nodded and followed her 
brother to Elladan's chambers. She felt like a bystander when Elrohir picked up 
his twin, her brother, and kissed his forehead. "Let us take you home," Elrohir 
murmured.

 

Elrond stood at the carriage and watched Elrohir carry Elladan out. This whole 
scenario almost broke his heart, knowing how much heartache it had to cost his 
son. Well aware of how he himself felt, and how terrible it had to be for Arwen, 
he knew this grief was tenfold for Elrohir.

 

When Elrohir reached the carriage, he got in, still cradling Elladan, not saying a 
word to his father, not trusting his voice, and not

knowing what to say. Arwen stopped and hugged their father. "We will be home 
soon, Ada." Elrond nodded and kissed his daughter on her forehead. "Take care 
of him."

 

Arwen smiled and let go of Elrond. "I will look after Elrohir."

 

Elrond smiled and braced himself not to cry as Arwen got into the carriage and 
the whole caravan began to move. The guards who were assigned to accompany 
the carriage began to sing a hushed ancient ode to Middle-earth. He had not 
noticed that Glorfindel had come, but as a large hand sneaked into his, he knew.

 

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Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

 

There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

 Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

 Sting – book of my life

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Chapter 37 - All that is left is you

 
Theodred was sitting in Legolas' private chambers, watching the ink dry on his 
letter. It was the hardest letter he had ever written, but at the same time the most 
liberating. Dinalu had talked to Thranduil, and in the end the king had allowed 
Theodred to stay, and with time, when he got used to it, perhaps he'd let him 
woo his son. Theodred smiled at this. He couldn't wait until he was officially 
allowed to show his love for Legolas.

He had tried to write this letter a million times, but how was he to explain to his 
father that he intended to stay in Mirkwood till the day he should perish? The 
only way he knew was to just disown his inheritance, saying that he was lost to 
Rohan, and that Eomer would make the most valiant successor where he himself 
had failed, in choosing his heart over his people. He chose to stay here with the 
woodland elves, until his weary body should rest in their soil.

Legolas sneaked up behind his lover and wrapped his arms around his neck 
from behind. "Meleth nin," he whispered in the young man's ear. Theodred 
rested his head back, looked up at his lover, and his heart sped up. "Meleth nin," 
he whispered back - it was the right decision, yes! And in this moment he was 
sure that King Theoden had never in his life experienced love like he had. If he 
had, he would never had tried to end their union.

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(The Grey Havens)


Elrohir dismounted from his horse, and walked over to Arwen, helping his sister 
down from her grey horse.

"Let us go greet Cirdan," he said, taking Arwen's hand and leading her towards 
Cirdan's little house. They found him in the back, feeding the seagulls, cheering 
to himself as they caught the dry bread in the air like little flying acrobats.

"My lord Cirdan?" Elrohir said, squeezing Arwen's hand. 

The white-haired elf turned around and smiled at the two half-elves. "You must 
be Elrond's children. I have been awaiting you."

 "Yes my lord, I am Elrohir and this is Lady Arwen," Elrohir said with a smile. 
"I trust my father has sent a message regarding our arrival."

"He did," Cirdan said with a smile. "I have heard rumours about your exquisite 
beauty, lady Arwen, but now I see they were all true." The elven lord smiled at 
the female elf and then turned to Elrohir. "And you look every bit as regal and 
brave as your father."

 "Thank you," they said in unison.

"Now." Cirdan said with a sad smile, "who will steer the ship?"

 Completely dumbfounded, not having given that a thought, Elrohir looked at 
Arwen and said, "I will, I will take him to Valinor."

"No!" Arwen gasped. "You cannot do that!"

"And just why not?" Elrohir said.

"Because you would break too many hearts, Dinalu's, father's and mine," the 
female elf said burying her brother in a embrace.

"But he is my twin," Elrohir whispered pitifully.

"He is my brother as well," Arwen said in a chiding tone, pulling from the 
embrace, looking at Elrohir. "But so are you."

Cirdan looked at the youths, smiling. "Come, let us carry your brother onto the 
boat, and then decide who is to sail, giving all time to think."

 Elrohir nodded with grim determination, worrying Arwen.

They helped each other pulling Elladan out of the wagon; Elrohir cradled his 
twin to his chest, giving in to his tears, making everyone present look at the 
ground in sorrow. "This was not how it was supposed to be, brother mine - you 
were supposed to be happy, hunting, riding, loving and singing. Not lying 
limply in my arms," he whispered. "It is so unfair."

"He chose this, Elrohir," Arwen said softly, wiping away tears from her 
brother's cheeks. "Never forget that. No one knows why, but he chose to do all 
these things in his mind instead of in life."

 The little crowd of elves followed Cirdan and the young half-elves to the ship. 
"So," Cirdan said, "the ship needs a captain."

"You will stay,," Arwen said hotly stomping her foot on the ground, looking 
every bit like their mother when she was angered. "I will not have you throw 
away your time here like this! And besides. We will meet him again regardless."

 "He will be with mother, right?" Elrohir whispered weakly.

 Arwen nodded. "Yes, mother will take care of him and nurse him, and when we 
leave these shores, he will wait for us on the white beach."

"Oh, I want to believe that," Elrohir whispered.

"Then it shall be so," Arwen said.

Cirdan turned to the little crowd of Rivendell guards who had accompanied 
them there. "Will any of you steer the ship?"

The elves looked away, none of them willing to leave family and friends just 
yet. But then one little elf stepped forth. "I will steer the ship, my lord," he 
whispered.

"Are you sure?" Cirdan said. "You realise that you cannot return here, once you 
set foot on the white shores."

"Aye," the little Noldor elf said, raising his head to meet Cirdan's eyes. "I have 
no family or lover here, they all reside in Valinor, and my heart greatly desires 
to see them again. But I made a vow to Lord Elrond, and so I have no other 
obligation here on Middle-earth than to serve my lord."

 Cirdan smiled a loving smile at the young elf.  "I cannot think of any better way 
for you to show your affection for your lord, my friend."

"Thank you," the little elf said.

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(hours later)
 

Elrohir had placed Elladan in a narrow bed in the boat, and had kissed his 
brother goodbye, until Arwen had dragged him from the boat and unto the 
shore. "Do not prolong your sorrow, my brother" she had said. And Elrohir had 
just followed in a dreamlike state.

 The little elf had hugged his friends and walked aboard the ship. "What is your 
name, my friend?" Elrohir said, grasping the elf's wrist.

 "Arod, my lord," the elf said.

"I will have the minstrels compose a song in your honour." his voice broke and 
he let go of Arod's wrist. "Ta-take care of him," he whispered.

 "I will, my lord Elrohir," Arod smiled. "I will guard him with my life."

Elrohir nodded, failing to find the words to answer. H just watched Cirdan 
removing the board to the boat. This was a nightmare, he told himself, and 
every happy moment they had shared as children flashed through his mind. "We 
will meet him again soon, right?" he whispered through his tears, leaning on 
Arwen.

 "Yes, that I promise," Arwen whispered back, wiping her own tears away with 
the back of her hand.

 They watched the boat disappear into the horizon, and Arwen rested her head 
on her brother's shoulder. "You should ride to Mirkwood," she whispered. "You 
should be with your husband."

Elrohir nodded. "Will you return to father?"

 "Yes."

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(Years later - Rivendell)
 

Dinalu and Elrohir lay back on the bank of the Anduin, feeling the afterglow on 
the rocks from the day's hot sun warm their bodies. This was the time of the 
midsummer festivities, and so guest had arrived from afar. And much to 
Elrond's joy, Elrohir had come with both princes of Mirkwood and the prince of 
Rohan, now Legolas' bound mate and a grown man.  It had worried Elrohir to 
see how fast it seemed the years left their mark on Theodred, but had chosen to 
rejoice in Legolas' love instead of worrying about the inevitable.

 Dinalu turned his head and kissed Elrohir's shoulder. "Beloved?" he whispered.   

 "Yes," Elrohir whispered, "what?" He turned his head and kissed his husband 
on the forehead.

 "Look, its Eärendil," the blond elf whispered and pointed up in the sky at a 
bright star.

"You are right," Elrohir mused, caressing Dinalu's stomach with his hand. 
"Do.do you think Elladan is flying with him?"

"I'm sure he is," Dinalu said softly.

 "Oh, I want a ride too!" Elrohir said with a little smile.

 "Knowing you, you will nag you grandfather and Elladan for ever," Dinalu 
chuckled.

"I probably would," Elrohir chuckled back. "You were right all along my love, I 
never lost a brother." The half elf took a deep breath and whispered, "he's just 
waiting for me."

Dinalu rolled on top of his husband with a lazy smile. "I love you," he 
whispered, kissing Elrohir softly.

"I know," Elrohir snickered, wrapping his arms around Dinalu. Feeling loved, 
warm and happy, he was sure that Legolas had figured out who had kept him as 
a child, but he had never wanted to address the matter, and Elrohir kept his last 
wish to his brother, never revealing his knowledge, not even to Elrond. He just 
saw no reason; everything had almost turned out perfectly hadn't it? - Even 
Thranduil had warmed up to Theodred, and finally allowed his son to marry the 
man. And through rumours they had heard that the old king of Rohan had 
installed Eomer as the next in command. This warmed Elrohir's heart, knowing 
that Eomer would be a kind and thoughtful ruler when that time came.  But that 
time would not come yet, and now was the time for love and enjoying the things 
one had in life, not the "what ifs," and "has beens." It was a time to harvest the 
happiness that had emerged from all the trials and sorrow they had undergone. 
And Midsummer had always been the perfect time for that. "Midsummer 
harvest," Elrohir whispered.




 

The End

 

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