Title: The Scent of You (Part Five of the Five Senses Series)  
Author: Deathangelgw  
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com  
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I do indeed take liberties now, don't I? hehe  
Warnings: AU, POV, PWP, sap, lime, slash  
Rating: Soft R  
Pairing: Thranduil/Cirdan  
Summary: Before leaving for Aman, Thranduil must find peace. Cirdan 
offers that peace.  
A/N: This is prolly the hardest one, because it is a first meeting kind of 
thing. Thanks to everyone for the encouragement! Thanks to MA for the 
beta, as always sweets! Enjoy and please review!  
 
The sea is powerful in its draw. I never thought I would leave the green 
lands of Arda, but even my beautiful Greenwood is no more. Now, the soft 
scents of nature are pervaded with death, the lovely forest now no more 
than gnarled trees that haven’t succumbed to the evil that had once 
poisoned them beyond saving. Sorrow…loss…death…that was the stench 
of my woods and I could no longer stay within.  
 
My son, my dearest Legolas…he had stabilized me for so long. His scent 
was green and fresh, as our land had once been so long ago. He smelled of 
laughter and new life and I relished having him close to remind me of 
what I fought so hard to protect. Then he left for the far lands and now…I 
go to join him.  
 
Even as I stare at the Grey Havens, I find myself breathing deeply and 
longingly. It smells of freedom. I smile as I see a single Elf waiting for 
me, his shimmering white beard blowing in the wind. Cirdan the 
Shipwright. My heart beats as I see him, feeling the power and wisdom 
that he radiates so effortlessly. I know I am lost.  
 
As I come to his side, he smiles at me and I return the smile, feeling the 
tension leave me as well as my grief. I no longer need to worry on leaving 
my lands, for here is a reason to go on. I hear his soft voice greeting me 
and I return it, bowing deeply to him out of respect. He then embraces me 
gently, welcoming me.  
 
I bury my nose in his shoulder and breath deep, feeling all of my doubts 
fade. He smells of the sea. I am free and returning home, guided and held 
by the sea. A new life begins, fresh in life, and Cirdan shall be for me as 
the trees once were.  
 
Thus are my thoughts as he holds me at night, gazing at the stars with me. 
The sounds of the sea float over, surrounding us in the tangy smell of salt 
and abandon. His smell surrounds me and binds me. He nuzzles my neck 
and breathes deep. I ask him what I smell of to him. His answer brings a 
smile to my lips before he kisses them softly.  
 
“You smell of trees and life.”  
 
To me, he is my new life. I believe the stars have led us right. The next 
day a new life will begin. I welcome it with great joy.  
 
~Fin