Title: Come to me in dreams
Type: FPS
Author: zilah (zilah_o_imladris@...)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sad but true: they are not mine. I just play with them. No one pays me.
Warnings: M-preg
Beta: Tena
Pairing: Thranduil/Lindir
Author's Notes: I just love King Thranduil, and for a very long time I have wanted to 
write about him. This plot itched in my mind so long, that I finally gave up and started 
to write it down.
Thank you so much for your excellent betaing, Tena! Without you, I was lost.
Summary: Can dreams come true?
Feedback: I would be so happy if you tell me what you think.


COME TO ME IN DREAMS

Night was clear and serene. There wasn’t one single cloud in the sky that would shade 
Ithil’s silvery light. Not even lightest breeze disturbed this complete peace.

As many nights before, Thranduil stood silently in the woods, staring bewitched at the 
clearing. Or rather, at the incredible being who danced and sang middle of the 
clearing, and his pure voice rang into silent night. Thranduil couldn’t move. He couldn’t 
think. He could only stare and feast with his eyes at the young elf and his sensual 
movements.  He could only listen at melodious voice, tears of emotion in his eyes. 

Never had he heard a voice more beautiful, nor had he seen anything so breathtaking 
as this creature before his very eyes. The elf was completely naked and his bare skin 
glowed in Ithil’s light. His silvery, almost white hair floated around him as he danced.  
His willowy body swayed in complete rhythm, his whole being radiated joy of living.

Thranduil cried silently. He cried because he knew that this was just dream. Only a 
dream… doomed to disappear, to be forgotten when Anar would rise again… 

He took few steps closer and as always, his love turned and smiled at him invitingly. 
Thranduil trembled. This elf was so beautiful, so tempting and he would give his life to 
have him. 

“Why? Why this is happening to me? Are you real?”

“I am. Come to me, meleth nín (my love). I have waited for you… I have waited for you 
to love me… to make me yours.”

The Elf opened his arms, his eyes darkened with desire. 

Thranduil closed the distance between them and hesitantly leaned closer, almost 
fearing to touch his meleth (love). How he wanted this elf… needed him, more than the 
life itself. He saw a loving smile upon his beloved’s face as his hands reached only 
emptiness…like so many times before.

* * * *

Thranduil’s senses focused slowly, as he woke. He found his pillow damp with his 
tears, as so many mornings before. He pressed his face in his hands, his heart aching.

“Why? Why am I dreaming of him? Why is my whole being full of longing when I know 
that this can never be? Never, even if I knew who he was. How can I ever fulfill my 
oath, when I’m pining after someone I don’t even know? If he is even real…”

The door opened slowly and Thranduil smiled wearily at the elf that came in. Sadron 
(Loyal) was his valet but also his closest friend and confidant. 

“You saw that dream again, didn’t you, my king?”

Thranduil nodded silently. He didn’t try to deny the truth. Sadron always saw when he 
tried to hide something.

“This will not do, my king. You have to stop this before you fade. Look at yourself; you 
are but a pale shadow from your former self.  Saes, tell me what ails you, I will do 
everything in my powers to help you.”

“Ai Sadron… I’m happy to hear that but there is nothing you can do. Nobody can help 
me. I have discussed this with the healers and if they can’t help, how could you?” 
Thranduil said hopelessly. He had to admit that he was beginning to worry. It was true 
that he was sad and weary and his whole life felt so empty and cold. But, what he 
could do to change the situation? He had to do something; he was the King and his 
people needed a strong ruler, not some lovesick fool who faded only because of a 
mere dream. The time was still unsettled, even if the Last Alliance had defeated 
Sauron twenty years ago. 

Thranduil had finally won his people’s respect and loyalty after King Oropher’s sudden 
death, despite many suspicions. He had been young; many had thought that he was 
too young to rule the realm but after his hard and dedicated work, he finally had 
succeeded. 

He had sworn an oath to his dying father. He had to find a wife and have children.  He 
couldn’t dream of an ellon, no matter how beautiful. They never could marry and he 
would never fulfill his oath if he continued his useless pining. Something must be done, 
but what?

Thranduil stirred his musings when Sardon suddenly spoke.

“You have talked to healers but have you forgotten that there is someone who is a 
much more powerful healer than ours? Maybe he would help you?” Sardon said 
hesitantly. 

“You mean… Elrond.” Thranduil stated calmly. 

“Aye, my king. If there were someone who could ease your pain, it would be Lord 
Elrond.”

Thranduil considered it for a long time. 

“Maybe you are right, Sardon. I must admit that I don’t know if I can continue this way 
anymore. I would give anything to get rid of this cursed nightmare. It threatens to ruin 
my life completely.”

* * * *

Thranduil didn’t waste time when he finally had made his mind. He would travel to 
Imladris and ask Elrond’s help. The Peredhel was his only hope, he mused dejectedly 
when he saw himself in the mirror. Was that weary, sad creature really he? 

On the road, he started to feel a little better.  Being a wood-elf, Thranduil had always 
enjoyed spending time in open, though he had had too little time for it after he had 
become king. There were also nights when he didn’t see the dream at all, but to his 
great surprise, he found himself waiting to see his elf again. Lately the dream has 
changed, not much, but in a way which embarrassed him. Thranduil didn’t wake 
anymore when he tried to pull his love in his arms but he succeeded to kiss him, touch 
and caress him until they made love under the stars. Every morning he found that he 
had spilled his seed. 

* * * *

When Thranduil finally reached his destination, Elrond welcomed him warmly. He 
noticed that Imladris was beautiful and he felt his heart lifting a little.  He was sure that 
here, if anywhere, he would find a cure. 

Thranduil courteously declined Elrond’s invitation to come to Great Hall. He felt too 
tired to attend any celebration. Elrond had dined with him in his private chambers and 
they had had a nice time together, though Thranduil didn’t dare tell him about his 
dreams, not yet. He wanted to know Elrond a little better before he could open his 
heart to him but tonight was a good start. 

When he was finally alone in his chamber, he became restless and for the first time in 
his life he had to admit that he was scared. He did not fear for himself, but for his 
people. He didn’t want to betray them because his weakness and he didn’t dare to 
sleep. What if Elrond couldn’t help him? What if this nightmare wouldn’t disappear and 
continued until he finally fades away, and traveled to Mandos’ Halls?

* * * *

Thranduil silently watched the beautiful view from his balcony and suddenly felt a 
strong urge inside him.  Tonight the forest called him in a way he never had felt before. 
Without  thinking, Thranduil climbed down the balcony and ran towards trees. He didn’t 
care that he wore only loose sleeping- pants and no shoes. For the first time in a long 
time, he felt alive. His blood hummed in his veins as he ran and he laughed happily. A 
gentle breeze caressed his bare skin and he felt magnificent power of existence 
pulsing everywhere around him… within him… making him alive again.

When he finally halted, he looked around and froze.

This forest seemed faintly familiar to him. He wondered why, because this was his first 
visit at the Last Homely House. He continued his way, now walking silently, listening 
for voices around him. With every passing moment he grew more cautious, even if he 
didn’t knew why.  Finally, Thranduil had ceased his wondering and forgot everything. 
He just let his senses and feelings lead his path, feeling some strange rightness inside 
him.  Something was going to happen, something that would change his life forever. 
He felt it in his very core.

Suddenly Thranduil noticed that he was completely alone and far away from 
everything. He didn’t hear a single bird singing.

 The night was clear and serene. There wasn’t one single cloud in the sky that would 
shade Ithil’s silvery light. Not even lightest breeze of wind disturbed this complete 
peace. Finally, he stood silently in the woods, staring at the clearing that was painfully 
familiar to him.  Suddenly, he heard a beautiful voice ringing in the air and he scanned 
the area, searching his fate.

Once again, he saw his elf dancing, singing to him and as always, the elf was 
completely naked, his bare skin glowed in Ithil’s light. His silvery, almost white hair 
floated around him as he danced.  His willowy body swayed in complete rhythm, his 
whole being radiated joy of living.

Without thinking, Thranduil stepped closer to the incredible being, rapidly closing 
distance between them.  This time he didn’t hesitate before pulling his love into his 
arms and kissing him. 

This time it was real. 



Chapter 2.

Lindir sang and played his harp and incredibly beautiful music echoed in the room. 
When the last note ended, his only audience had tears in his grey eyes.

“That was so beautiful! You are nothing but miracle, Lindir nín,” Elrond finally said.

The young elf smiled fondly at his foster father. Lindir was so happy when he 
succeeded to make Elrond proud of him. Elrond had raised him, after he orphaned 
almost twenty years earlier, and Lindir loved the Elf- Lord like his own father. 

Lindir had composed a song for tonight’s celebration and it would be his first public 
performance.  Tomorrow he would join the other minstrels who lived and worked in 
Imladris. But before the night’s performance, he had wanted to sing his composition for 
Elrond because his opinion mattered to him most. 

“I must admit that I’m quite nervous. Tonight is finally my majority celebration and my 
task is waiting for me,” he whispered, smiling shyly.

“It is natural but I’m sure that everyone will love your music, pen-neth (young one).” 
Elrond assured and hugged the young elf.  Lindir was like warm breath in his cold and 
sad life. He had been devastated after his beloved Ereinion’s death but Elrond had 
found great consolation in watching Lindir grow into this beautiful elf.  Tonight his 
foster son’s greatest dream would come true. More than anything, Lindir wanted to be 
a minstrel. 

“And you will be one of the very best ever lived in Arda.” Elrond thought. Then he 
remembered something.

“What about your dreams? Have you still seen them?” He asked, concerned.

Lindir blushed. How in Arda he could tell to Elrond about them or rather, how they 
have changed lately and how he finally had found a way to ease them? Did he really 
want to tell Elrond that he crept into woods every night to dance… naked, alone? And 
how afterwards… afterwards he was so aroused that it was almost painful. Every time 
he had touched himself, stroked himself to completion before he could walk back to 
the House. Lindir cringed at that thought. What would Elrond think of him then? Would 
he think him strange, insatiable, and maybe even cheap? He felt so ashamed about it 
but what else he could do. It was the only way to ease this strange longing within him. 

“I still see them but you don’t need to worry.” He finally said.

Elrond studied carefully Lindir’s face. He was sure that young elf tried to hide 
something from him but he also saw Lindir’s obvious embarrassment and he didn’t try 
to press him.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but if you ever have any worries, you 
can always come to me, even if you are now an adult.” Elrond said softly.

“I know and I promise to tell you if I need anything.” Lindir smiled, relieved at the fact 
that Elrond didn’t push him to tell. He bid him good day and left the Lord to his works.

* * * *

“Why do I always see him in my dreams? Is he real? And if he is, what does it mean 
that I’m dreaming about him?”

Once again, Lindir wondered this riddle but he couldn’t find the solution. He had been 
very embarrassed when his dream had changed and became less innocent.

For so many years, the dream had always stopped before his lover succeeded to 
touch him, but lately it had only been the beginning…

Lindir turned around quickly and once again, he saw his lover coming closer. Those 
beautiful green eyes were darkened with love and desire and as always, he wore only 
loose sleeping- pants. Lindir’s heart started to race but he didn’t try to escape, nor did 
he feel any need to cover himself. He let his gaze wonder upon his lover’s form as he 
undressed and everything he saw made his desire all the more intense. Lindir couldn’t 
turn his gaze away from his lover’s powerful, aroused body. 

“Why? Why this is happening to me? Are you real?” The elf asked. 

“I am. Come to me, meleth nín (my love) my love. I have waited for you... I have 
waited for you to love me...  to make me yours.” Lindir answered and opened his arms. 

His lover leaned closer and kissed him possessively, until Lindir melted into his lover’s 
arms. The elf lowered him gently on the soft grass and pulled him tightly against him. 
Lindir tensed, not from fear but waiting for the unknown.

“Shh… I won’t hurt you. I would love you, as you deserve to be loved. The elf 
whispered to him gently, caressing his flushed skin.

“I… want that… want you but I have never…, Lindir tried to say, but his lover silenced 
him with a sensual kiss.

“I know, meleth. You are mine, and mine alone… and always have been. There is no 
other for either of us and never will be.”

Lindir relaxed hearing those words, and little by little, his lover tempted him into 
passionate love- making. There was no hesitation, no shame between them, and 
Lindir gave everything of himself to his only love. He knew that his meleth wouldn’t be 
offended but happy, if he showed his love to him. Lindir let his hands wander upon him 
meleth’s body and his heart was full of love when he heard his noises of passion 
echoing around them, knowing that he was the cause. Lindir wanted to remember this 
spellbinding moment forever and how good it felt to hold his meleth in his arms. 

When their bodies finally became one, Lindir wept with joy. His fëa( soul) sang in 
ecstasy and there was no more fear and shadows. 

* * * *

“What is wrong with me?”

Lindir had begun to worry. This had continued too long now and he had to stop these 
dreams. 

“Why am I pining after someone who I see only in my dreams? I don’t even know if he 
really exists. Why do I turn down everybody who tries  to court me, only because of 
some dream-lover? Am I doomed to live alone, without someone to love? Will I ever 
find peace and happiness?”

This night had been the breaking- point. Lindir had many suitors, both ellith and ellyn 
had showed their interest and he was free to accept their offers now  that he was an 
adult. but no one had stirred any feelings inside him. He was completely uninterested 
in everyone and it worried him. Finally, he had decided to be more willing to accept 
their affection. He had danced with many elves and really tried to enjoy himself. He 
had even agreed to join a nightly stroll in the gardens. But no! It all felt so wrong! 
Finally, he had escaped when his companion had tried to kiss him. Lindir couldn’t 
stand the thought someone else touching him, no matter how hard he had tried.

Lindir cried, as he ran. Once again, he was going to his secret spot that he had found 
right before his majority celebration. Only here, could he find at least a passing relief in 
his troubled heart. The clearing was the very same he always saw in his dreams, only 
lacking his dream-lover.

Once again he did as every night before; he took all his clothes off, letting warm night- 
air caress his bare body. After long pause, he raised his voice to sing the song he had 
sang in his dream. Soon his body had joined in the sensual rhythm and he danced, 
whirling around under the stars.  

The night was clear and serene. There wasn’t one single cloud in the sky that would 
shade Ithil’s silvery light. Not even the lightest breeze disturbed this complete peace. 
This time Lindir still felt something different in the surroundings and suddenly the 
certainty hit him.

He wasn’t alone.

Lindir turned around quickly and his heart almost stopped. He saw the elf coming to 
him, his vivid green eyes darkened with love and desire. This time they didn’t talk, for 
words between them were now needless. Without hesitation, Lindir opened his arms to 
his meleth (love) and captured his mouth into searing kiss.


Chapter 3.

Lindir could hardly believe that this was really happening to him. But when he felt his 
lover’s bare, aroused body pressing against his own, he realized that his dreams had 
been only a pale, faltering reflection from true desire.  He gasped and answered his 
meleth’s kisses and caresses with a fervor he didn’t know existed. Lindir felt the elf 
trembling in his arms, and a new, sensual power grew within him.  His blood was set 
on fire when he realized that his meleth wanted him with the same almost desperate 
need. He could see it; he could see the fire that burned in depths of those captivating 
eyes.  He could feel it; in his lover’s hands that explored his trembling body so that 
Lindir no longer belonged to himself. He belonged to his lover now, with his heart, 
body and soul. Oh aye…this was real… no more dreams, no more illusions… only 
mind-blowing pleasure burning between them.

Thranduil was bewitched. He couldn’t resist anymore. He had to have this incredible 
creature and make him his. This beautiful elf was his whole world. his very reason to 
breathe and to exist. And now, finally his meleth was right where he belonged; in his 
arms, in his heart, forever. Despite his need, he didn’t rush; he wanted to remember 
this marvelous moment as long as he lived.  Tears fled from his eyes, but this time 
they were tears of joy. His beloved’s beautiful voice echoed in Thranduil’s ears, 
sometimes moaning and gasping with pleasure, other times whispering words of love. 
He lowered his beloved gently on the soft grass and leaned closer.  He felt the elf 
tensing when he pulled him into his arms.

“Shh… I won’t hurt you… I would love you as you deserve to be loved.” Thranduil 
whispered gently, caressing his meleth’s flushed skin.

“I… want that… want you, but I have never…” The elf tried to say but he kissed him 
softly.

“I know, meleth nín ( my love). You are mine and mine alone… and have always been. 
There is no other for either of us and never will be.” Thranduil assured and finally he 
felt his meleth yielding to him. He gazed into deep blue eyes and saw devotion that 
shook him into his core. His meleth’s very soul was open to him, and he found it hard 
to breathe.  Thranduil knew that the elf was giving him everything and it made his 
heart to weep with joy. 

Little by little Thranduil possessed his beautiful elf. He tasted and touched every inch 
of his lithe, writhing body, until he saw his meleth becoming completely undone in his 
arms. He knew that this was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.  Thranduil 
wanted to give everything he could; his love, his life, his eternal devotion. 

“Say it! Say that you love me.” He demanded, looking into his meleth’s eyes which 
were now hazed with pleasure.

“Ai! Aye…You make me feel as if my very soul were aflame. I love you…only you, 
forever”  Lindir gasped and saw happiness, brighter than anything he had ever seen, 
setting into beautiful green eyes.

“And you are my life, my soul, my heart… I love you; till the end of Arda and beyond.” 
Thranduil whispered, tears in his eyes.

Lindir moaned and trembled when his meleth’s hot mouth claimed him in most intimate 
way. Pleasure inside him was beyond anything he had ever felt. Gentle hands 
smoothed his trembling thighs and greedy lips feasted upon him until he sobbed and 
begged more. 

“Aye, meleth… just like that; come for me.” Thranduil whispered. His whole being 
longed to taste his meleth’s completion but last moment he raised his head. He 
couldn’t give in his desires; not yet. He couldn’t wait until he had something to ease 
their way; he had to use what his meleth would offer.  

Thranduil trembled when his meleth finally came, and he heard the beautiful cry of 
passion echoing in the forest. Never had he heard a voice more beautiful, and he 
knew he would yearn to hear it for rest of his immortal life. Carefully he gathered 
warm, silvery pearls of seed in his hand and studied him meleth carefully, to be sure 
that this was what he really wanted.

Lindir floated slowly back to Arda, after his mind- blowing orgasm, and found green 
eyes studying him questioningly. Instinctively he knew what was asked, and his soul 
and heart could give only one answer. He didn’t speak, no words could describe his 
feelings at that that spellbound moment. Lindir pulled his meleth atop him, spreading 
his legs invitingly. His desire was returning with breathtaking force, making him moan 
helplessly.

Thranduil gasped when he suddenly felt willowy arms wrapping around him, and their 
arousals crushed together. How was it possible to recover so soon? He didn’t know, 
nor did he care. With trembling hands, he started to prepare his meleth for what was to 
come.  He lovingly watched blue eyes that were darkened with desire and love. And 
he moaned when he finally found his meleth’s secret spot and listened to his begging 
and whimpering. 

Lindir almost wept with relief when he finally felt his meleth’s powerful body atop him. 
Now… now was the moment for him to surrender and become one with the one he 
loved more than the life itself. Lindir cried hoarsely when his meleth entered him 
gently, joining their bodies, souls and hearts finally together. 

“Are you all right?” Thranduil managed to ask, though he felt his release too near. His 
meleth felt heavenly around him. He couldn’t move, he wanted to take his meleth with 
him on their journey towards ecstasy. 

“Ai… aye… saes.  Make love to me… saes.” Lindir panted. His senses were 
overloaded. Feeling his meleth atop him and inside him was beyond anything he had 
ever felt. Finally, his meleth moved tentatively, sliding inside him in a way, which made 
him see stars. Sensual movement set his body on fire, burning him mercilessly until he 
couldn’t do anything but surrender to this breathtaking pleasure.

“I will love you…now and always.” Thranduil whispered, starting to move slowly.  Soon 
his hoarse cries blended with his meleth’s gasps and moans. His self-control was 
slowly but surely weakening. His meleth was so hot, so incredibly tight that he could 
feel himself drowning into mindless oblivion. Never had he felt a pleasure like this; 
never known that something like this existed. And when he finally heard his meleth’s 
completion echoing in the night air, he let the waves of his own orgasm wash over him. 
He felt tears in his eyes when he met his meleth’s gaze and saw blue orbs shining with 
unreserved happiness and love.  

They kissed and caressed each other slowly and gently, marveling at their bodies. 
Both were silent; the rapture of their newly found love had stunned them wordless. 
When Lindir finally let his head rest on his meleth’s powerful chest, he whispered 
aloud the question that lingered in his mind.

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know. I can only tell that I have seen you in my dreams for a very long time and 
longed you so badly that I almost faded because of it. I’m so happy that I have finally 
found you and I will never let you go again.”

“Oh! I don’t want you to let me go. I want to be yours till the end of Arda.”

Thranduil chuckled.

“Saes, tell me your name. I may need it sometimes though I am fully content to call 
you meleth… or meleth nín.”

Lindir blushed. It felt really weird that he had made love with this stranger without even 
knowing his name. But he knew by now that his meleth wouldn’t think him cheap. They 
have shared something unique and extremely beautiful.  Their love was not cheap or 
shameful. 

“My name is Lindir. I am one of the Imladris minstrels and who are you? I didn’t know 
that Lord Elrond had any quests here.” Lindir said shyly.

“Oh meleth! That is because I am not exactly a guest. I came here to seek a cure for 
my dream. As I told you, my longing was so painful that it threatened to take my life. 
There were no public ceremonies, because I was far too tired to attend to them.” 
Thranduil said, but then started to hesitate. What his meleth would say when heard 
who he really was? But, after a short consideration, he decided that he wouldn’t hide 
the truth from his meleth. He didn’t want any secrets or lies between them. Lindir had 
given him everything and deserved no less from him.

“Meleth? What is wrong?” Lindir asked. He noticed the serious express upon his 
meleth’s face and began to worry.

“I’m sorry. I was just distracted for a moment. I…I am Thranduil from Mirkwood.” 
Thranduil finally said. His heart ached when he felt Lindir flinching in his arms.

“Thranduil… King Thranduil! I… am sorry… my...” Lindir stammered astonished. He 
didn’t relax even when Thranduil tried to soothe him.

“Lindir! Saes… don’t. Nothing has changed between us. With you, tonight, I was no 
king. I was merely an elf, only Thranduil and made love with you. You are the most 
beautiful thing ever happened to me, Lindir nín.” Thranduil held Lindir tightly in his 
arms, fearing him to disappear if he dared to loosen his grip. 

“Don’t leave me, Lindir nín. There is no life for me without you. I love you with all my 
heart.” He whispered, tears in his eyes, cradling young elf against his body. Finally, 
after long and painful waiting, Thranduil felt Lindir relaxing.

“I could never leave you. Never. You are my whole life, another part of my soul.” Lindir 
said softly. He didn’t know what tomorrow will bring, but they would face everything 
together.

Thranduil smiled relieved, but deep inside him he felt worry. He realized that 
something unexpected had happened between them. This night wasn’t only 
lovemaking. Their joining had been so powerful, so full of love that souls and hearts 
were now bound together, forever. He was happy, because he now had his beloved 
mate in his arms. But, he dreaded the moment when he had to face the fact that he 
had broken his oath.

As much as he loved his mate, Thranduil was now a traitor because of him.


Chapter 4.

“I think we’d better to go back, meleth nín ( my love). We need clean clothes, and 
maybe a warm bath would also be nice,” Thranduil suggested. He put his sleeping-
pants on, silently hoping that they didn’t meet anyone on their journey back to the 
House. What would Imladris’ elves think if they saw their royal quest wandering 
around, middle of night, dressed like this? Thranduil forgot his troubles, when he 
studied Lindir’s dressing. His meleth was so beautiful that Thranduil wanted to weep 
with joy when he had finally found him. 

Lindir saw his staring and blushed slightly. He couldn’t understand his sudden 
coyness. Thranduil had seen him without any clothes, after all.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, meleth. Come here. I want to be sure that you 
won’t disappear if I blink my eyes.” Thranduil said, and extended his hand. 

“I’m here, as long as you want me to be.” Lindir whispered, and kissed Thranduil softly. 
Lindir didn’t know if he should speak this freely with his lover; he was the King, after 
all. But he was sure that Thranduil would welcome his affections. The rest of his 
worries disappeared when Thranduil smiled and pulled him closer. Hand in hand, they 
started to walk back.

Thranduil wondered how to tell Lindir that they were bound now. He already felt the 
connection between them, but he wasn’t sure if his young mate felt it too, or 
understood what it meant. But Lindir surprised him once more.

“Would you tell me what is worrying you, meleth?” He asked quietly, unsure if he 
should speak this openly.

Thranduil gasped, surprised but decided that it was better to tell everything. He didn’t 
want any misunderstandings or secrets between them.

“I really am a little worried. That is, because I felt something unexpected happening 
between us… something more than just lovemaking.” He began to tell, but then 
hesitated.  What if Lindir would be annoyed, or frightened with the thought? Thranduil 
knew that his heart would surely break if Lindir wanted to leave him someday. 

“What it is? Tell, me, saes.”

“I… we are bound now. I’m not sure how that happened, but you and I are now 
together for the rest of our lives.  I so hope that you can accept this.” Thranduil finally 
explained, hoping that Lindir wouldn’t be very upset. 

Lindir stared at Thranduil, first wordlessly but then he started to realize what his lover 
tried to tell him. Dazzling smile spread upon his face.

“And why would you think I wouldn’t accept it? I am very happy if I am truly yours, in 
every way. I love you so much.” Lindir laughed happily, and hugged his mate. 

“Oh, Lindir nín. I’m so happy to have finally found you. Without you, my life had been 
so cold and empty. Your mere presence warms my heart.” Thranduil whispered 
smiling. He decided to put his fears to rest. Whatever happened, they would face it 
together. He felt he could do anything when he had his beloved Lindir beside him.

* * * *

They managed to get back without being caught. Lindir quickly ran to his chambers, 
but only to grab some more clothes, and then he headed back to his mate. Thranduil 
opened the door and pulled him in. Lindir smiled, when he noticed that Thranduil had 
already prepared a bath for them. Soon they both sat in hot water, kissing and 
washing each other.

“If someone had said me earlier this evening that I would be here with you, I have told 
them they were insane.” Lindir said, smiling happily. It felt heavenly to be in Thranduil’s 
loving arms, warm water whirling around them.

“I don’t want to think about it. You are here now, and that is all what matters to me.” 
Thranduil whispered, pulling him closer. Lindir gasped when he felt Thranduil’s arousal 
against his thigh. Before he knew it, Thranduil had stood up and had started to scrub 
him with towel. Lindir enjoyed gentle hands upon his skin, and he leaned weakly 
against his mate.

“Lindir nín… you are incredible. I want you so much.” Thranduil breathed, his need 
returning with breathtaking force. 

“Make love to me then. I want to feel your love within me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, and our earlier lovemaking will surely cause you some 
discomfort tomorrow. We have to wait a little bit longer before I can love you like that 
again, ind nín (my heart). But I can still love you in other ways.” Thranduil said, gently 
carrying Lindir to bed. 

Lindir trembled when he saw Thranduil’s eyes darkening and bursting into flames of 
passion. In the very next moment, he felt warm lips upon his mouth and moaned softly 
into the sensual kiss. He opened instinctively and their kiss deepened, until world 
around them drowned into a haze of oblivion. Only this moment mattered, this frenzied 
flare that ran in his veins. Lindir buried his hands in Thranduil’s hair, as gentle lips 
continued their exploring, teasing, tempting him over all the edges. He writhed when 
Thranduil’s hot mouth slowly wandered lower, along his wildly pulsating vein, ending 
finally on his chest.  Lindir wailed softly, feeling need building inside him. 

“Ai... meleth! I want… want…” Lindir begged, without knowing what he was asking. He 
only wanted this sweet torture to continue forever. Never had he felt pleasure as 
intense as this. 

“Shh… you will have it all and even more.” Thranduil whispered. Warm happiness 
swelled inside him when he saw his Lindir yield under his caresses. The young elf 
moaned his name loudly when he took his hard arousal in hand, stroking gently. With 
his other hand, Thranduil smoothed Lindir’s abdomen, continuing his way even lower. 
Finally, he cupped heavy sacs in his palm, massaging them carefully. Throughout his 
caresses, he watched Lindir’s beautiful face, seeing how it glowed with rapture. Only 
then did Thrauduil bow his head, tasting the sweet flavor. He took pleasure in Lindir’s 
beautiful cries echoing in his ears, as much as the heady taste on his tongue. The 
mixture of them was almost his undoing. 

“Oh… Oh…  I can’t… Thranduil!” Lindir screamed, and released himself into the 
welcoming mouth. His heart pounded wildly in his chest and he panted heavily. 
Through his sated haze, he felt Thranduil pull him against his chest, holding him 
gently. 

“Meleth… meleth nín… mine.” Thranduil whispered, holding Lindir tightly in his arms, 
and caressing his languid body. Lindir felt so good, so delicious in his arms, writhing in 
the after waves of his completion. 

“I’m so happy… never let me go…” Lindir purred happily and Thranduil chuckled 
gently, stroking his hair. 

“I never let you go, Lindir nín. Never. Whatever happens, you are mine now and I’m 
yours.”

Lindir was a little sleepy after his completion but suddenly his languor left him. 
Thranduil’s arousal still pressed against his belly, making him restless. 

“What it is, ind nín? Are you not sleepy?” Thranduil asked, when he felt Lindir ‘s 
unrest.

“Not yet. I want to…” Lindir began, unsure how Thranduil would take his wish.

“Tell me. You are my mate now, and I don’t want any secrets between us, Lindir nín.” 
Thranduil urged, and then gasped when hesitant fingers wrapped around his hard-rock 
arousal.

“I want to touch you. May I?”

“Ai… aye, Lindir. Anything you want.” Thranduil panted. This was unexpected, but he 
definitely welcomed Lindir’s touch. A low moan escaped from his lips, as Lindir kissed 
him, stroked him ever so lovingly. 

Lindir watched, bewitched and as his mate slowly came undone under his touch, and it 
thrilled him to know that he was the cause. This powerful, beautiful elf was his, until 
the end of Arda. When Thranduil finally found his completion, crying Lindir’s name, the 
young elf thought that his mate was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. 

“Oh, Lindir…meleth. Come here. I want you close to me.” Thranduil whispered, after 
cleaning himself. He opened his arms and sighed happily when Lindir snuggled as 
close as possible,

“Now, sleep, meleth. You are exhausted.” Thranduil said gently, feeling a slumber 
sneaking into his own being too. 

“I will. But when I wake up tomorrow, I want to wake in your arms.”

“I promise you will. This was no dream. This was reality, more wonderful than any 
dream ever could be.”


Chapter 5.

Thranduil stirred with a very odd feeling. When the haze of his reverie started to fade, 
he realized that there was someone else in the bed with him. The nights’ events 
started to return to his mind, and he smiled happily. Thranduil adoringly smoothed the 
sleeping elf’s beautiful hair and enjoyed the warm body against his own. 

Lindir, his meleth (love) and now also his hervenn (husband).  The young elf felt so 
good in his arms and Thranduil hoped that he would be there forever. But, that wasn’t 
possible as they had to wake up now and go tell Elrond about their binding.  The Lord 
would surely come looking for him if he didn’t appear for the meeting they had agreed 
to have. 

“Lindir? Meleth nín (my love), you need to wake up.” He whispered gently and kissed 
Lindir’s cheek. Thranduil thought that his meleth was now even more beautiful than 
before. In his sleep, he seemed very young and vulnerable and as he stared at Lindir, 
his feelings threatened to overwhelm him. The king loved Lindir more than he ever 
thought possible. 

Lindir began to stir, though very reluctantly. He had always liked to sleep late, and in 
his present state, he was even more unwilling to return to awareness. He felt warm 
and happy, and he could feel loving arms around him. Lindir smiled when he heard 
soft voice whispering to him, and he felt someone kissing him. How was it possible 
that this felt so real? Finally, he opened his eyes only to find vivid green eyes looking 
back, full of mirth.

“You really are a sleepy head, Lindir nín (my Lindir). I would love to stay here with you 
but we can’t.” Thranduil whispered, smiling at his meleth.

Lindir blushed beautifully as he started to remember the previous night. He still found it 
hard to believe that he had really made love with the King and they were now bound. 
However, the sweet soreness in his body told Lindir that everything really had 
happened. He felt possessed but also loved and it made him happier than he had ever 
believed possible. Lindir frowned when he remembered that they needed to inform 
Elrond about their bonding. 

Thranduil sensed Lindir’s mixed emotions.  “What is it, ind nín (my heart)? I can see 
that something is bothering you.”

“I just thought about Elrond. How will he take this? I must tell you that he is quite 
protective with me because he raised me after my parent’s death.”  Lindir said, 
hesitantly. He hoped that they would have Elrond’s blessings because he loved the 
Elf-lord like his father. Now he had Thranduil, and his mate would be the one who held 
his heart.

“We just have to tell him and see what happens. We can’t keep this a secret, Lindir 
nín. Elrond is powerful, and he will know about our bond as soon as he sees us.” 
Thranduil said, more calmly then he felt. He knew they had many obstacles to 
overcome before they could enjoy their union openly. 

They got up and started to dress. After a short dicussion, they decided that it was best 
if Lindir approached his foster-father first. Elrond would surely want to hear about his 
foster-son’s binding from Lindir himself, not some stranger.

“I can’t understand how I could just make love with you without even knowing you. I’m 
not usually this fast.” Lindir whispered, embarrassed.

“Don’t say that! You have no reason to consider of yourself so lowly. I know that our 
bonding was sudden but surely, this was meant to be. Besides, how could you be 
fast? You were untouched.” Thranduil said, frowning at Lindir’s words. 

“Do you… do you really think so? I truly hope that Elrond will give us his blessing. This 
will be quite a shock to him. There is one thing I’m sure of though, I love you and no 
matter what happens, I want to be yours.”

“Lindir nín, you are mine as I am yours, till the end of Arda. Nothing can come between 
us, ever. I have dreamed about you for so long and now you are finally mine.” 
Thranduil assured, holding Lindir close.

“What do you mean, dreamed about me?  I have also dreamed about you. I was so 
happy when I found out that you were real, not just a dream.” Lindir said, surprised.

“I have dreamed about you for a long time now, meleth. As I told you, I came here to 
seek a cure for it. I was fading because my longing was so great.”

“Oh, meleth! You cannot fade now that you have finally found me.” Lindir said, startled. 
He couldn’t bear the thought of losing Thranduil, not when all his dreams had finally 
come true.

“Shh… everything is fine, Lindir nín. I found a cure, more wonderful than I could ever 
imagine. *You* are everything I need to be whole and happy again.” Thranduil 
whispered lovingly.

“I love you, so much. I wish that I could stay right here, forever.” Lindir breathed, 
enjoying Thranduil’s closeness and kisses. How good it felt to be held like this. He felt 
so safe and warm now. But all too soon Thranduil released him, starting to get up.

When they were finally in presentable attire, Lindir headed towards Elrond’s study, 
followed by Thranduil. They had recinsidered and decided that it was best if they both 
went to Elrond. Thranduil wanted to be there supporting his mate. He knew how 
nervous Lindir was and as they reached Elrond’s chamber, Thranduil could feel Lindir 
trembling. He pulled Lindir in his arms, kissing him one more time.

“I want you to remember that whatever he says, he only wants what is best for you. 
And in time, he will learn that I love you very much.” Thranduil said softly, then 
gathered his courage and knocked. He heard a voice beckoning them to enter and 
opened the door, gently escorting Lindir inside. 

* * * *

Elrond was surprised at seeing the King and his foster-son together.

“Lindir, what does this mean?” Elrond asked, confused. He had had no idea that 
Thranduil and Lindir knew each other. His confusion grew when he noticed their 
obvious closeness. Thranduil held Lindir’s hand in very gentle manner. Elrond also 
sensed something else, an unusually powerful aura around them and he wondered 
what it meant.

“We have something to tell you, Elrond. Can we sit?” Lindir managed to say, despite 
his nervousness. This was moment of the truth. After seeing Elrond’s silent nod, they 
both sat down and Lindir started his tale.

“Do you remember when I told you about my dreams, Elrond?” He asked, and 
continued when Elrond nodded.

“I didn’t tell you all about them, mostly because I was so embarrassed. Now I must. I 
always dreamed of one elf and in my dreams, we loved each other very much. For a 
long time I was sure that it was only dream, but yesterday I learned that my dream 
lover is real.”

“What, but how? I assume that the King is the elf you dreamed about because you are 
here with him.” Elrond was stunned. 

“You are right and there is more. We met last night and Thranduil had dreamed about 
me.  We were so happy when we finally found each other that we…well, we are bound 
now.” Lindir said, blushing furiously. It was extremely difficult to talk with Elrond about 
something this intimate. 

For a moment, Elrond could only stare at them. His first thought was that this was only 
dream, or some kind of trick. But when Elrond studied at them further, he saw the 
truth. Now he understood what that aura was around them. The bond between Lindir 
and Thranduil was the strongest one he had ever seen. Elrond couldn’t deny that he 
was worried. He wanted to know more about this.

“Thranduil, you haven’t said anything yet. How do you feel about this?” He asked 
seriously, studying at the King intently.

“I am happier than ever before. I love Lindir with all my heart; and I want to make him 
happy. I know that this is sudden, but I hope that you can give us your blessing. It is 
true that I dreamed about Lindir, and that was the reason I came here. You saw it 
yourself, I was fading.” Thranduil said carefully. Elrond’s face was unreadable, and 
Thranduil wasn’t sure what the Elf-lord was thinking. 

“I sensed it, aye. But I can’t see any of those indications in you any longer. I’m 
beginning to think that you are really speaking the truth.” 

“We have no reason to tell you lies, Elrond.” Lindir whispered, beginning to worry. 
What if Elrond wouldn’t accept this?

Elrond noticed Lindir’s distress and his face softened into a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry, pen- neth (young one). I’m not mad at you, but I want to be sure that you 
are happy.”

A dazzling smile appeared upon Lindir’s face. “I am happy; I love him so much,” he 
said softly, leaning into Thranduil’s arms. 

“I’m glad to hear that and I give my blessings, on one condition.” Elrond said slowly. 

“What it is?” Lindir asked, hesitantly. Elrond’s face was now serious and suddenly the 
young one feared to hear more. 

“You are very young, and you were also completely innocent before your binding. I 
want to be sure that he didn’t hurt you when you made love. I want to examine you.”

Chapter 6.

Lindir was devastated. He feared the mere thought about someone else’s, other than 
Thranduil’s, touch upon him, even if it was Elrond’s. Lindir buried his face against his 
mate’s neck, trembling, but there was nothing he could do. 

“I know it feels difficult, but it still might be the best. Thus we can be sure that you are 
all right, meleth (love).” Thranduil said softly, cradling his mate in his arms.

“You didn’t hurt me! There was no pain; you were gentle and loving with me.” Lindir 
whispered, embarrassed. 

“But you are quite slender.  I am a big elf and much older than you. Try to remember 
that he loves you and so do I. He is only concerned.”

Lindir didn’t say anything, but turned his head and met Elrond’s gaze. Was there 
anything he could do to avoid this embarrassing examination?  

“I’m sorry, Lindir. Have you given any thought that those dreams could have led you 
into something nasty? What if those dreams were sent to you by the Dark Lord’s 
vassal? You know very well that Arda is still dangerous place.”   Elrond remarked 
seriously. He saw Lindir’s distress, but this had to be done. 

“Thranduil isn’t one of them, and you know it yourself, Elrond! Why else would you 
have welcomed him here in the first place?” Lindir snapped, but he regretted his 
outburst immediately. Elrond didn’t deserve the treatment like this. He had to accept 
this, as unpleasant as the thought was. He was an adult now and he wanted to act like 
one.

“I’m sorry, Elrond. I know you mean well. Whatever happens, I owe you much and I 
will never forget it.” Lindir said, trying to calm himself. It was difficult, but Thranduil’s 
closeness helped him. 

“Thranduil is right. I do this because I care for you. You have nothing to be afraid, pen-
neth (young one).”

“What you want me to do?” Lindir asked with a small voice. 

“First, could you go and fetch me that big book over there?” Elrond urged gently, and 
with his gaze warned the King not to meddle. 

Lindir obeyed without questions. He had often helped Elrond at his study, and his 
request was nothing new, but today something was completely different. When Lindir 
climbed the ladder, he felt two pairs of eyes studying his every move. Despite that, he 
easily reached the book and swiftly climbed back down. He gave the book to Elrond 
who now smiled fondly.

“You did well, pen- neth. Now I want to have few words with you both, if that is all 
right.” Elrond said, taking the book.

“What! But… didn’t you want…” Lindir stuttered, blushing and wondering what this all 
meant.

“I already examined you, pen neth, and I’m satisfied. If Thranduil had been too rough 
with you, you surely couldn’t climb to the top shelf, but you did as easily as always.” 
Elrond explained, smiling.

Lindir realized what Elrond meant and buried his face in Thranduil’s chest, completely 
embarrassed, but at the same time, he was relieved that it was over. 

“So, you see, meleth? Everything is all right now.” The King whispered gently, holding 
Lindir close.

Elrond looked silently their embrace. He was happy for them, but also melancholy. 
Lindir would very soon follow his mate to Mirkwood, away from Imladris. He would 
miss him terribly, but Lindir’s happiness must to come first. 

“Your bonding has been so sudden that you may need some more time to discuss 
things and adjust to each other. I have a little cabin in the Imladris woods and very few 
know its existence. Would you like to spend a couple of days there, just two of you?” 
Elrond offered. He knew that he himself needed some time to adjust to the thought of 
Lindir leaving soon. 

“I’m very grateful to you, Elrond. I was slowly dying when I came here. You were my 
last hope. Now… my whole life has changed. I never imagined I would find Lindir here. 
I didn’t even know if he was real at all and I know that he is dear to you. I won’t let him 
down, this I swear.” Thranduil said, sincerely. 

“I’m glad to hear that, and believe me, if I didn’t trust you; you would have already 
found yourself banished from Imladris.”

“Can we go now, Elrond? I know the way to the cabin, so you don’t need to worry for 
us.” Lindir asked, already eager to leave.

“You can go, but I want to have few words with Thranduil. Go and pack now so you 
can leave as soon as possible. I can see that you are eager to be alone with him.” 
Elrond chuckled at Lindir’s haste. 

Lindir said his goodbyes and rushed to his rooms. He quickly packed some clothes 
and after a moment’s hesitation, his favorite bathing oil. He also took his smaller harp 
with him, thinking that he could sing to Thranduil. Before he left, he scanned his room 
once more, realizing that his life would never be the same again. 

* * * *

Lindir was surprised to see that Thranduil had already come back and packed his own 
things with him.

“How I Arda did you manage this so quickly? I feared that Elrond would grill you for 
hours.” Lindir wondered.

“He didn’t grill me at all and soon you’ll find out what we talked about.” Thranduil 
smirked, obviously amused about something.

“Well, if you are ready we can go then.” Lindir said, deciding not to ask about Elrond 
and Thranduil’s conversation. If something could be concluded from Thranduil’s grin, it 
couldn’t be anything unpleasant. 

* * * *

The cabin wasn’t far from Imladris, but it was well hidden. One could walk very near 
before noticing that the little lodging was there. There were no luxuries but they 
wouldn’t need them. They had enough when they had each other. Lindir smiled 
happily. Here they could be completely at peace, just enjoying each other and their 
newly found love. The young elf wrapped his arms around his mate’s neck when he 
lifted him in his arms and carried him into cabin. 

* * * *

Lindir lay awake, listening to the rain and thinking about these past few days he had 
been with Thranduil. He would never forget this time, no matter how long he lived.

They bathed together.

They slept together.

They woke up together.

All the time they were together and Thranduil always kept him as close as possible. 
Day and night had ceased to exist, as if all of Arda had stopped. The only thing that 
mattered was the two of them and their love. It didn’t matter if it was day or night, when 
they made love, slept in each other’s arms or just looked to each other, they were too 
happy to even speak.

Lindir felt that he himself had changed completely. He had never considered himself a 
sensual being, but now Thranduil had drawn out a completely new side of him, the 
side that Lindir never thought existed. 

Lindir could never get enough of his hervenn (husband). At the beginning, Lindir had 
been hesitant to show his need, but after noticing that he made Thranduil happy by 
showing his love openly, his shyness had disappeared. Only one thing distracted him 
at times. Lindir hadn’t asked about Elrond’s and Thranduil’s conversation but his 
mate’s mirth made him wonder. 

Finally, Lindir decided that he wanted to know. He didn’t hesitate anymore but kissed 
Thranduil’s cheek, whispering for him to wake up. 

Green eyes slowly focused and then smiled at him lovingly.

“What do you have in mind, ind nín (my heart)?” Thranduil asked sleepily.

“I just wondered…could you tell me what you talked about, with Elrond?” 

Thranduil’s languor disappeared instantly, and he smiled mischievously.

“I have waited, wondering when you were going to ask me about it.”

“So… would you tell me, or…” 

“Oh, aye, I will tell.” Thranduil purred seductively, making Lindir’s heart race. Then he 
leaned closer to whisper in Lindir’s ear.

“Elrond reminded me that bonded mates should be equal, and I agreed from the 
bottom of my heart. So…,” he grinned. 

“When you are going to return the favor and take me?”

Chapter 7.

“You cannot be serious! Did he really say that?” Lindir whispered, his cheeks blushed 
almost crimson.

“Aye, he really said that, and I agree with him. I want us to be equal, Lindir nín.” 
Thranduil smiled gently, smoothing Lindir’s flaming cheek. 

“So… so… you really want me to…”

“And why ever would I not? You know I love to feel your touch on me, how I wouldn’t 
love to feel you within me, Lindir nín?” Thranduil asked, pulling Lindir closer. In truth, 
he had never found much pleasure from yielding, but with Lindir, everything was 
different. He would deny him nothing, ever.  Lindir was so young, that he had had no 
time to explore his preferences, but what ever they were, Thranduil wanted to fulfill all 
of them. 

“I have never… you need to guide me.” Lindir said hesitantly, but his body was stirring 
with the thought. If the pleasure of taking were nothing compared of pleasure being 
taken, he would love to take Thranduil. He had sometimes fantasized about it, but 
never had he dared to ask it. 

Thranduil saw, to his delight, how their conversation had affected to his young mate. 
Hot tremors ran through him. Ah, aye… he would love to yield to Lindir… Thranduil 
extended his hand, grasping Lindir’s arousal; he heard a low moan escaping from his 
lips. Thranduil stroked Lindir slowly, taking pleasure from his panting and begging. 
How he loved to look at Lindir this way. The young elf in his passion was beautiful, and 
he tasted heavenly.

“Heavenly… indeed.” Thranduil thought himself, when Lindir captured his mouth in a 
passionate kiss. He opened his lips eagerly, letting Lindir taste him. When they finally 
broke the kiss, Thranduil saw Lindir’s eyes darkened with pleasure and need.

“I will take you, meleth. But before that… I want to kiss you… everywhere … right … 
everywhere.” Lindir purred against his lips, making Thranduil shiver.

Before he realized, Thranduil felt Lindir’s hands and mouth upon him, caressing him 
ever so deliciously, as only Lindir could. Not one single part of Thranduil’s body stayed 
untouched by him, and so Thranduil yielded to his hervenn (husband) for the very first 
time. His control was completely lost, and he felt as his body has had its own will. 
Faintly, Thranduil heard his own voice begging for mercy, as he felt a hot mouth 
around him. Never had Thranduil known such pleasure as now, under Lindir’s loving 
touch. He trembled even more when Lindir’s hair brushed lightly over his burning skin. 
Thranduil gently stroked the silky locks, taking pleasure of the sensations that washed 
over him. 

Lindir was intoxicated with need and Thranduil’s heady taste. He had never imagined 
that his beloved would taste so heavenly, and now he started to understand why 
Thranduil was always so eager to love him this way. Lindir moaned with pleasure, 
sucking eagerly, and thinking that he would never tire of this. When Thranduil finally 
came, Lindir followed him over the edge. 

When Lindir finally came back to his senses, he found himself in Thranduil’s arms. 
Lindir blushed, embarrassed his lack of control.

“Lindir nín. Don’t be sorry for your completion. I’m happy if my pleasure affects you like 
this.” Thranduil whispered, his voice still unsteady. He held Lindir tightly, not wanting to 
let him go. How he wished he could stay right here, forever.

“But…but how am I going to… when I… “Lindir stuttered, against Thranduil’s chest.

“Oh meleth! I can wait for you to recover.  Besides… now you will last longer when you 
make love to me.” Thranduil happily chuckled. How he loved his mate and everything 
about him. He loved his loving nature, the innocence that still lingered in him, despite 
their bond. He loved Lindir’s beauty and his voice.

“You are so good to me. I hope that I won’t disappoint you.” Lindir whispered.

“You will not, of that I’m sure, meleth. You have already made me feel happy and 
thoroughly loved. No one has ever loved me like you. Don’t make me wait anymore. 
Don’t deny me this, don’t deny us.” Thranduil said gently.

Lindir gathered his courage and pulled back, taking the vial from the nightstand. He 
met Thranduil’s gaze and saw love and desire burning in his beautiful eyes.  Lindir 
also saw how his mate opened up to him, silently inviting him closer.

“Tell me if I am doing this right.” Lindir whispered, tentatively smoothing his mate’s 
powerful thighs so tenderly that Thranduil could almost weep. The soft caresses 
showed all Lindir’s love for him. 

“Your touch is always right for me, meleth nín. I love to feel your hands on me.” 
Thranduil said hoarsely, instinctively opening his legs. He gasped, when Lindir leaned 
closer, kissing his abdomen.

“You like this, aye?” Lindir purred, already knowing that Thranduil really was enjoying 
his caresses. Teasingly, Lindir brushed the rapidly hardening length and smiled 
happily when he heard helpless moan escaping from Thranduil’s lips. He enjoyed his 
new power over his mate. 

“Oh, Lindir…saes (please)! Don’t tease me. I want you… so much.” Thranduil begged. 
He sighed when Lindir seemed to have mercy for him, but soon Thranduil noticed that 
his torture had barely begun. Lindir’s skillful fingers could do much more than play the 
harp. Never had Thranduil felt the need burning so strongly, it was almost painful, One 
by one, Lindir added more fingers, stretching and teasing him mercilessly. Thranduil 
begged, like never before, feeling a strange emptiness inside him. The emptiness that 
only Lindir could fill. 

At last, when Thranduil thought he would die if he had to wait anymore, Lindir leaned 
into his waiting embrace, starting to push in. Thranduil didn’t know which one was 
more blissful; to see pure rapture upon Lindir’s face, or to feel them finally becoming 
one. He smiled at his young mate lovingly, and pulled him into deep kiss, feeling how 
their joining created burning ripples through their bodies.  

“Move, meleth. Let me feel your love.” Thranduil urged gently, swaying his hips and 
Lindir did. He made love to his king, taking him with such love and tenderness that 
Thranduil had never known before. He yielded to Lindir completely, his heart and body 
singing with ecstasy. Thranduil writhed and cried his mate’s name when his orgasm 
finally crashed over him, and his whole being drowned in a sea of pleasure. The 
warmth inside Thranduil wasn’t only Lindir’s completion, but also the exquisite feeling 
of their love. He clung to Lindir as a lifeline, sobbing with overwhelming emotions. The 
young elf trembled in Thranduil’s arms, and he could feel his lover’s heartbeats under 
his hands. Thranduil never expected he would enjoy this so much with their reversed 
roles. 

Thranduil opened his eyes, when he felt soft kiss upon his cheek.

“How was…I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Lindir asked hesitantly, kissing him again.

“Nay, meleth. You didn’t hurt me, but loved me so beautifully like no one ever before.” 
Thranduil whispered hoarsely, with tears in his eyes. 

Lindir’s heart skipped one beat, when he realized what had happened. This beautiful, 
powerful elf had given him everything and more. He felt humble gratitude for such a 
gift, finally understanding how blessed he was.

“I love you, Thranduil nín, more than I ever thought possible.” Lindir said and cupped 
his mate’s face; spreading soft kisses on them and then finally claimed his lips again. 

Thranduil could only hold Lindir close and return his sweet kisses. His heart was 
beating almost painfully fast in his chest and all words had temporarily failed him. His 
Lindir was indeed magnificent in every way. The young elf had taken him passionately, 
but with so much love, that it had taken his breath away. For the very first time in his 
life, Thranduil felt unusually vulnerable but also beautiful, loved and safe. 

“I love you, too. I just wish to stay right here, forever. You feel so good in my arms. 
Lindir nín.” He finally whispered, completely exhausted. It didn’t take long before he 
slept peacefully.

Lindir couldn’t sleep yet. Affection burned his heart, when he saw how vulnerable 
Thranduil seemed in his sleep. This elf was completely different from the powerful King 
whom he had come to know. Lindir understood how lucky he was, for he was the only 
one who ever would see the other side of Thranduil, this loving, gentle, completely 
beautiful creature. He was someone who needed love and affection like any other elf. 

Lindir looked at his sleeping mate, staying awake for a long time. Every now and then, 
he kissed Thranduil’s cheek or brow, or stroked the soft, silvery locks that spread onto 
the pillow. Lindir smiled when he noticed his mate smiling every time he touched him. 
Thranduil indeed welcomed his touch, whether he was awake or asleep. 

Finally, happy and content Lindir slept, hoping that he would stay in Thranduil’s arms 
forever. 


Chapter 8.

“We need to talk, meleth. I have been in Imladris nearly a month now, and I need to 
return to Mirkwood soon. My people need me home.” Thranduil said seriously to his 
mate. He had recovered completely and all indications of his fading were gone. 

“I know, and I have started to pack my belongings. Though, I must admit that I will 
miss Imladris terribly,  but my place is beside you now.” Lindir whispered, his voice full 
of longing. He couldn’t deny his melancholy, when he had to leave Imladris, even if he 
loved Thranduil with all his heart and would gladly follow him.

“I’m happy to hear that Lindir nín, but there is something you should know. I have 
avoided this conversation for far too long.”

Lindir frowned at Thranduil’s unusual hesitation. But whatever his mate was going to 
tell him, Lindir wanted to hear it as soon as possible. He didn’t want any secrets 
between them.

“What it is, meleth? You know you can tell me anything.” Lindir said softly.

Thranduil sighed deeply, trying to gather his thoughts.

“As you know, I am the King, and that’s why I need an heir who would be the King 
after me.  I have always thought that I should marry an elleth so that she would carry 
elflings. But now that I am bound to you the situation has changed completely.”

“Do you regret our bond then? Is this why you talk like this?” Lindir whispered, trying to 
suppress his tears. How he wanted to be everything Thranduil needed, but could he 
ever fulfill all the expectations? He knew very well that he could never give Thranduil a 
child.

“Oh, Lindir, nay! Don’t ever let that thought into your mind again. You are everything to 
me, and I could never regret our love and our bonding, never!” Thranduil said, pulling 
his mate into his arms.

“We must discuss this because I need an heir now, and you are my mate.  Luckily, 
there are other possibilities. I had a younger brother, and he was married. They had 
one boy and his blood is royal, enough that my people will accept him as a new heir.”

Lindir smiled hesitantly.

“Are you sure about this? You seem quite doubtful.”

“I am sure about him. My nephew reaches his majority after two years, and he takes 
after my brother who was very dear to me. I’m sure you’ll like him.” Thranduil said 
darkly, not knowing how he would tell Lindir the rest.

“But there is something more, I can guess. Would you tell me what is bothering you?”

“I have to, but it isn’t anything pleasant… The main problem is my brother’s widow… 
my sister in law.”

“And what about her? Don’t you like her then?”

Thranduil laughed bitterly.

“I hate her! She is the most evil creature I have ever seen. She seduced my brother 
because I didn’t fall into her trap. Even after they were bound, she tried to plot her way 
to my bed. My poor brother loved her! When he found out, he faded with grief.” 
Thranduil told, tears in his eyes. 

“Oh meleth! I’m so sorry. But if you are so sure that she betrayed your brother, how 
you have not punished her?”

“Because she is far too careful to be captured. Only I know her true nature… even my 
father was convinced that she is the most fair and noble creature in all Arda! I know 
this only because I have always been her main target. And the most grotesque detail 
in this miserable situation is that she is still pursuing the Queen’s crown!”

“But… that means she…” Lindir gasped.

“…  is thinking, that I would marry her someday. And every single one who is dear to 
me is in great danger. She is capable of doing anything to accomplish her goal. And 
she is very popular in Mirkwood. Many of my people think that she would make an 
excellent Gueen beside me.” Thranduil continued, feeling almost sick.

“I fear for you, meleth. When she finds out about you, I cannot imagine her reaction, 
but surely it will be nothing pleasant.” Thranduil whispered, cradling Lindir in his arms.

“Is there nothing we could do?” Lindir asked, trying to soothe his mate’s agony.

“I have thought… there is one possibility… but I don’t like it. Though, this way I can be 
quite sure that she won’t harm you.”

“Tell me. I’m ready for anything, if I can ease your worries, meleth.”

“All right, but remember that this plan, if we are going to follow it, would only be 
temporary. I don’t like the idea, but maybe it is the best option to keep our bonding a 
secret, for now.” Thranduil said hesitantly.

Lindir thought for a long time before answering.

“I so hoped that I had the possibility to love you openly. But, if you really think that it is 
better to keep this secret then I will be ready for it. Maybe things would be different 
someday.”

“This secrecy breaks my heart. You deserve so much better than this. I would shout 
my love for you from the rooftops if I could. But whatever happens, I want you beside 
me, even if we had to hide our love.”

“But how can you hide our relationship completely? If I just arrive in Mirkwood with 
you, won’t it raise suspicions?”

“We don’t have very many minstrels in Mirkwood, and no one nearly as good as you. I 
can always say that I heard you here and I liked your music so much that I offered you 
a position as a minstrel. Your skills are incredible and no one will suspect a thing after 
hearing you perform.”

“So… I need to sneak through the corridors if I want to make love with my hervenn?”

“There is no need for that, meleth. I know a perfect room for you because it is 
connected to my chambers, but no one knows of it. It is tradition that only the King and 
his heir know about this secret passage. Originally, it was made to ensure the safety of 
the royal family. Mirkwood has always been quite an unstable place to live and rule. 
The best thing is that I never told anyone, not even my brother about it, so the 
knowledge is safe from his family. I haven’t any intentions of telling my nephew before 
this situation is solved. We can spend our evenings and nights together without 
anyone knowing. “

“That’s good to know; otherwise I would miss you terribly. I have become used to 
sleep in your arms.” Lindir smiled happily.

“I’m relieved that you accept this. I promise, as soon as it is safe we will announce our 
bond in public. I want you beside me in the place which is rightfully yours.”

“We just have to be careful. I know that ruling a realm is difficult; I have seen how 
Elrond always worries for his people, and Imladris is a much smaller place than 
Mirkwood. I don’t want to be a burden to you, meleth.”

“What I have done, to deserve your love? You are not a burden. You are my whole life, 
Lindir nín. Don’t ever leave me because I wouldn’t survive it.” Thranduil whispered, 
kissing his mate gently.

“But, what do we tell to Elrond? We cannot celebrate our bonding at all and he will 
surely want to know the reason.” Lindir frowned, worried.

“Our only possibility is that we have to tell him everything, hoping that he’ll understand 
this. Besides, if something happened it is good that someone, who we can trust 
completely, knows about us.”

Lindir sighed.  “Maybe you are right. But he will not like this, I know it. He will worry 
about my safety.”

“I don’t blame him. Try to remember that he loves you, and so do I. If something 
happened to you because of me, I could never forgive myself.”

“So, when do we leave? I’m curious to see your home.”

“It is your home too, meleth.  I thought that within a week we could start our journey. I 
wanted to get across the Misty Mountains before winter.”

“But what about your escort? You sent them home if I remember correctly.”

Thranduil smiled, his beautiful eyes sparkling with mirth. “We don’t need an escort. I 
had one only because I wasn’t well enough to travel alone. But now I am and I look 
forward to traveling with you alone, meleth.”

“Why?”  Lindir smiled.  “Would you tell me the reason for that smile on your face?”

“Because… I have a whole week with you, just two of us. Every night I can take you in 
my arms, hold you close, or I can make love with you whenever I want. A whole week 
and I can love you freely, without hiding or fear.”

“I must admit that it sounds wonderful.” 

“It is decided, then. But now… I have some very vivid images in my head because we 
talked of making love. Kiss me, ind nín (my heart). Let me show you how much I love 
you.”

And Lindir did.




Chapter 9.

Mixed feelings dwelled inside Lindir when Imladris finally disappeared from horizon. 
He loved his mate with all his heart, but Imladris had been his home as long as he 
could remember. Lindir’s parting from Elrond had also been bittersweet; when the Elf- 
Lord had hugged him, and told him that he was always welcome back. 

Lindir’s melancholy eased when they finally stopped for the night. It was still quite 
warm, so they didn’t need any shelter, but made love and then cuddled in each other’s 
arms under the stars.

“I’m so happy that you are with me, Lindir nín. I know that we have to face many 
obstacles, but nothing seems too hard as long as I have you.” Thranduil said, holding 
sated Lindir in his arms. 

“I will always be with you, meleth (love). I admit that I miss Imladris and Elrond, but my 
home is now with you.” Lindir whispered, wondering how his life would turn out in 
Mirkwood. He couldn’t deny that he was a little worried about all that Thranduil had 
told him, but at the same time Lindir was grateful that his mate had been completely 
honest with him. Lindir didn’t want to walk into something nasty because he had not 
been aware of the state of affairs.

“I want you to understand that you will always be the only one in my heart, Lindir. As 
long as we keep this as secret, you will hear all kind of rumors and whispering about 
my intended marriage.”

“I know, but I can take anything as long as I know that you love me. I will do anything 
for you, meleth. I am just so sorry that I cannot give you an heir.” Lindir whispered 
sadly. How he hoped that he could fulfill this necessity.  He had sent silent but intense 
prayers to the Valar that his beloved hervenn (husband) would have an heir worthy of 
the high position. 

“Don’t be sorry for that, Lindir nín. You are everything to me.  I could never find a 
better mate than you, even if I were to seek one for millennia.” Thranduil said, gently 
kissing Lindir upon the cheek. He sensed his mate’s melancholy and tried to soothe it.

“I would do anything for you… anything! I never imagined that it was possible to love 
someone this much, and I hope that someday we can love each other openly.” 

“I swear we will. I have to find the solution to this problem, but I admit that I was earlier 
too sad and tired to do so. But now, with you beside me, I have every reason to live 
and fight for our love.”

“Hold me, meleth nín. I feel so safe in your arms.” Lindir mumbled, almost in sleep. 

“I will hold you, meleth… for the rest of my days, and I will never let you go.”

* * * *
 
Lindir hated her at the very first sight.

His heart ached when the beautiful, raven-haired elleth flew into Thranduil’s arms, 
regardless of Thranduil’s obvious coldness. Lindir’s mood didn’t lift even when 
Thranduil pushed her away as soon as he possibly could.  

“I’m so glad to see you well, my king.” The elleth purred, with a sensual voice that 
made Lindir’s stomach feel nauseous. 

“And I’m glad to be back.  Where is Sadron? I want to see him as soon as possible.” 
Thranduil said sharply, wondering where his valet was. Sardon was usually the first to 
welcome him back, and his absence was something unprecedented. When Thranduil 
took a closer look, there were very few of his people present. What in Arda was going 
on?

“I hoped that you wanted to spend your first evening with your family, my king. Don’t 
you have enough time to work tomorrow?” 

Thranduil narrowed his eyes. Something was in amiss, but what?

“You know full well that Sadron’s place is beside me. I want to see him. Now!” He 
commanded. Whatever Vanmoriel (dark beauty) had planned; he would stop it now.  
Thranduil sensed Lindir’s distress, and he didn’t want his mate suffer more than it was 
necessary. He had to get rid of the troublesome elleth as soon as possible. 

“Very well, my king. If you really want to get yourself as exhausted as you were earlier, 
you are free to do so. I was only worried.” Vanmoriel snapped, obviously disappointed.

“Whatever I am, it is not your worry, Vanmoriel. Go now and send Sadron to me.” 
Thranduil said, and dismissed her. 

The elleth left but not before, she had thrown a gaze that flowed with wrath and 
jealousy towards Lindir. Still she didn’t ask anything about him. Lindir couldn’t help to 
feel sick when he saw such hatred…and he was the object of it.

When they finally were alone Thranduil glanced at Lindir, worried. He too had seen 
Vanmoriel’s jealousy. 

“Are you all right, meleth?” Thranduil asked softly, but didn’t dare to come closer even 
if his whole being ached with need to take his mate in his arms. 

“I… I think so…but I admit that I didn’t anticipate such a reaction. She hates me. No 
one has ever done so.”  Lindir whispered, devastated. 

“Just be careful, and try to stay away from her. The situation might be easier after I 
introduce you officially, and tell my people why you are here. But we cannot continue 
this way for very long. I will find the solution no matter how hard it may be.”

“I’ll do as you say. Do you think that I could go to my rooms now? I’m quite tired.” 
Lindir said, closing his eyes. This would be harder that he had imagined. 

“I’ll arrange that as soon as possible and remember that everyone here is not like her. 
She has her supporters, but so do I, and soon you’ll meet the one who is my most 
trusted friend and confidant.” Thranduil had hardly said that, when he heard a voice 
behind him.

“My king, is that really you?” Sadron asked, delighted to see Thranduil looking so 
good. The king had been worn and weak when he left for Imladris, but now he was 
back to his old self.

“As you can see, meldir, I found the cure to my ailment.” Thranduil said, smiling. 

“I see that you have brought someone with you. May I inquire who he is?”

“Of course, here is Lindir O Imladris, my new minstrel that I invited to come in my 
service. He has such wonderful talents like I never have heard before.” Thranduil said, 
carefully but obvious warmth in his voice that he couldn’t hide.

“Welcome to Mirkwood, Master Lindir. You are warmly welcomed.” Sadron smiled at 
Lindir. He sensed that there was something more between his king and this Lindir but 
chose not to ask about it. He knew about King Thranduil’s and Lady Vanmoriel’s 
complicated relationship. As long as Lady Vanmoriel pursued the king, that cursed 
elleth would make Lindir’s life miserable if she suspected something. It was better to 
be silent for now. Sadron knew that if Lady Vanmoriel were to become the queen 
someday, he would have no other options but leave Mirkwood. The lady hated him 
bitterly because of his close relationship to the king. Sadron wondered silently how the 
lady’s only ion (son) had to suffer his nana’s (mom’s) unjustified jealousy. Silently, 
Sadron hoped that his king would find someone as sweet as this Lindir. Unfortunately, 
he was a male, but Sadron couldn’t remember when he had seen anyone as beautiful 
and warm as the minstrel. 

“Sadron, I want you to personally take care of Lindir and see to it that he has 
everything that he needs to feel welcomed. Our journey was quite hard for him and he 
needs rest. Take him to the Forest-room.”  Thranduil requested, worrying at Lindir’s 
silence. He himself decided to retire as soon as possible. His mate needed him now, 
and Thranduil’s heart ached even more because he knew he couldn’t do anything 
about it. 

Sadron made haste to fulfill his king’s request and didn’t ask why Thranduil wanted to 
give the best guest-room to Lindir, even if it was unprecedented. He saw that the 
young minstrel was, despite his smile, quite melancholy. 

Lindir didn’t look back when Sadron escorted him away from Thranduil. He was sure 
that his façade would crash down if he saw his mate. Lindir wanted nothing more than 
to have Thranduil with him, to hold him close, but that wasn’t possible and the mere 
thought hurt Lindir deeply. 

“Are you all right, Master Lindir?” Sadron asked, worried when they finally had reached 
Lindir’s new rooms. 

“I’m fine, thank you. Just quite tired, I must say.” Lindir said wearily. 

“What if I bring your meal to your rooms this evening? You seem too tired to attend the 
dinner tonight.”

Lindir managed a smile. “That would be heavenly! Thank you, Sadron.”

“You’re welcome, and I hope that soon you will feel more welcomed here. It was really 
an unfortunate incident that you met the most unkind person in Mirkwood first. I can 
assure that all of us are not like her.”

“I must admit that I was quite shocked at her reaction. She seems to hate me, even if 
we just met. What in Arda I have done to deserve that kind of treatment?” Lindir 
wondered. He liked Sadron, and Thranduil had told him that this elf was faithful. 

“You haven’t done anything wrong. Lady Vanmoriel hates everyone who seems to be 
too close to the king.  You traveled with him, alone, and she is jealous, so be careful 
and stay away from her.  Remember that whatever you need, you can always come to 
me, and the king would surely help too, if necessary.” Sadron explained, carefully 
studying the young elf. He really liked Lindir and decided to support him in every way 
he could. 

“You don’t know what that means to me. Thank you, Sadron.” Lindir smiled. 

“I leave you now so you can rest. But I’ll come back at dinnertime to bring your meal.” 
Sadron said as he left.

For a moment, Lindir could only stare at the closed door, but finally he turned and 
walked slowly to the bed. The pain inside him was too great for him to even cry. 

For a first time he thought that what if he had made a huge mistake, by coming here.

Chapter 10.

“How was he, Sadron?” Thranduil asked, anxiously when his valet finally stepped 
trough the door.

“Master Lindir was quite exhausted. He went to rest, and I am going to bring his meal 
to his chambers.” Sadron answered, wondering if he dared to ask more about Lindir.  

Thranduil frowned, worried. This would be far more difficult he had thought. 

“Can I trust you, Sadron?” He finally asked, studying his oldest friend for a long time. 
Thranduil realized that they needed someone to support and help them, especially 
Lindir. He needed someone as a trusted friend. The only one he could even consider 
was Sadron. But was the elf willing to take the risk and keep their secret? 

“You know you can. Why would you even ask something like that?”

“It’s not that I didn’t trust you, but there is more. If I tell you, I would trust not only my 
life, but my beloved’s life into your hands, Sadron.” 

“I never could betray you. And if you have found someone to love, my loyalty reaches 
your mate also. Tell me, saes, (please) my King! I swear that whatever you tell me will 
stay between us, if that is what you want.” Sadron said, determined to help his king 
anyway he could. He started to anticipate that Thranduil and Lindir really were 
something more than the King and a minstrel.

“I believe you, but remember, if I share this secret with you, you’ll be in extreme 
danger if Vanmoriel finds out about this. Are you still willing to know? We might need 
your help.”

“I am. I’ll do anything necessary.”

“All right. So, hear me, I didn’t come alone from Imladris. Lindir is not only a minstrel, 
but my bonded mate.” Thranduil said, quietly.

“By the Valar! But how…. Oh… The Lady will be furious if she knew about this.” 
Sadron whispered, stunned. Whatever he had thought he would hear, it was not this.

“I know. And now you’ll understand that she has to be kept away from my hervenn 
(husband). I love Lindir more than anything, and if something happens to him, I 
wouldn’t survive it.”

“This is going to be very difficult. But I‘ll do everything in my power to help you and 
Master Lindir too. He has to be something extraordinary if he had won your heart.”

“He is. Lindir is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. We were meant to be, 
Sadron. From the very first moment, I knew it. He saved my life with his love, and 
without him, I would have faded. It had already begun when I left, and I barely 
managed my way to Imladris. It was him I had dreamed of all these years. Someway, 
somehow we have to work this out.” Thranduil said with a serious tone. He had to 
succeed! Lindir deserved to be loved and cherished openly, not like this, hiding in 
shadows and secrets.

“What about tonight? You really should be there with him.” Sadron asked.

“I will be there. You don’t have to worry about it. Just bring our meal to Lindir’s 
chambers. I’ll meet you there.”

* * * *

Thranduil quickly walked through the secret passage, as if he couldn’t get to Lindir 
soon enough. He was worried after what Sadron had told him, and he wanted to make 
sure that Lindir was all right.  

When Thranduil finally opened the door to Lindir’s chambers, his heart almost 
stopped. 

Lindir lay on the floor, obviously unconscious. He still had had tears in his eyes, and 
his face was far too pale to Thranduil’s liking. 

Thranduil gently lifted his mate up and carried him to bed. To his utter relief, Lindir’s 
eyes slowly fluttered open when Thranduil settled himself beside him. 

“Wh… what happened?” Lindir mumbled wearily. 

“I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here for you, meleth. What is wrong? You obviously don’t 
feel very well.”

Lindir closed his eyes, resting his head against Thranduil’s chest, just enjoying his 
mate’s closeness. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Nauseous feeling still 
lingered inside him, making him all the more desperate.

“I feel much better when you are here. Kiss me, saes (please). I need you close to 
me.” Lindir whispered. He sighed happily, when Thranduil immediately obeyed, kissing 
him softly. 

“This definitely wasn’t the welcome you deserved, meleth. It tore my heart to see you 
leaving with Sadron, without being able to kiss you. Your rightful place is beside me.” 
Thranduil said quietly, squeezing Lindir’s hair.

Lindir managed a little smile.

“I like Sadron. He was so kind to me and said that if I ever needed anything, I could 
always tell to him.” 

“He is a good servant and trusted friend. We can trust him.”

“You should go. Sadron would bring my meal at any time now.” Lindir said suddenly, 
remembering that the valet had promised to come back. He couldn’t deny that this 
secrecy bothered him, but if this was the only way to be with Thranduil, he was ready 
for it.

“Nay, meleth. You can be at peace. I told Sadron about us, and he swore to keep our 
secret safe. Besides, this situation has to be solved, as soon as possible. I won’t let 
you suffer like this.”

“I’m not suffering. I don’t care if we have to hide, as long as I know that you still love 
me.”

“I do, Lindir nín! You are my whole life and always will be.” Thranduil assured, cradling 
Lindir in his arms.  

They heard a knock from the door, and after Thranduil’s silent nod, asked who was 
there.

“It’s Sadron, Master Lindir.  I’m bringing your meal.” The valet’s voice said, behind the 
door. 

Lindir beckoned him to step in and the elf came, bringing the tray with him. Sadron 
studied Lindir with concern.

“Are you all right? You seem too pale, if I may say so.”

“What if I go and fetch the healer?” Thranduil suggested gently, helping Lindir up.

“Nay, saes! I am sure that this is only because of my excitement. I will be all right when 
I have eaten and slept the night properly.” Lindir said quickly, staring at the meal 
Sadron had brought. Suddenly he felt himself extremely hungry. 

“So, eat then Master Lindir. And you, my King surely take care that your mate will have 
the rest he needs.”  Sadron beckoned, smiling. 

“Of course, I meet you tomorrow, Sadron. Now I ask you to check and see what 
Vanmoriel was up to. And tell me, why you weren’t there to welcome me as usual. I 
must say that I wasn’t very happy to have that broad clinging on me in front of my 
mate’s eyes.” Thranduil said, with a more serious tone.

“I’m very sorry. It must have been such a shock to you, Master Lindir.  And I know 
what the Lady is up to. She had required a meal to be prepared and brought to her 
chambers. She also demanded to be alone to welcome you home. I can guess that 
her intention was to invite you to the meal tonight.”

Thranduil’s face turned into cold mask. 

“So, she had become impatient. And I can guess that if I went to that meal, I would 
have found myself in some awkward situation. I give you some instruction now, and 
you must deliver them to every single one in my household. No one from my 
household takes any request from her anymore. She has her personal maid and does 
with her as he wants, but I am not going to tolerate her meddling in my affairs. “

“I will make sure that everyone will know your new orders before the sun has set. I’ll go 
now. And, welcome home, both of you.” Sadron said, bowing his head.

The valet left, and Thranduil turned his attention to Lindir. He blinked after noticing 
how voraciously his sweet hervenn had attacked the food. 

“You must have been extremely hungry.” Thranduil chuckled when Lindir finally 
ceased his eating. 

Lindir blushed when he noticed how much he had actually eaten.

“There is no reason to be embarrassed, meleth nín. You needed to eat properly. I only 
hope that all your hunger is not yet satisfied.” Thranduil whispered, taking Lindir in his 
arms. 

“My hunger for you will never be completely satisfied. Saes, make love to me now.” 
Lindir purred with a voice that made shivers run through Thranduil. 

Chapter 11.

“What is wrong with me?” Lindir thought again. He had become more familiar with 
Mirkwood and its people, and he started to feel more comfortable. Lindir had made a 
few friends among his colleagues, and his first performance had been great success.  
He also was happy with Thranduil, and their love blossomed despite their hiding. 
Lindir’s only worry was that his nausea hadn’t ceased. He had even vomited a couple 
of times, and Thranduil had been very worried with him.  He also felt his feelings 
somewhat unbalanced, and only Thranduil’s presence could ease his melancholy. 
Lindir craved his hervenn’s (husband’s) presence and felt extremely lonely and 
unhappy without him. Lindir blushed when he thought about one more thing that had 
changed lately. 

Lindir had always enjoyed their lovemaking, but now he felt… insatiable. It was as if 
Lindir couldn’t get enough of his mate, and it embarrassed him. Thranduil had happily 
obeyed his wishes, and their nights had been filled with passionate lovemaking. Every 
night they slept in each other’s arms completely exhausted but happy. But still, Lindir 
couldn’t stop his worrying. He knew, or rather sensed, something was wrong with him.  
Lindir felt something slowly changing inside him, and it made him confused.  The 
feeling was strange, but not completely unpleasant and that’s why Lindir had refused 
to go to the healers. 

Lindir stirred his musings, when the door suddenly opened. He was used to being 
alone in the music hall, and his curiosity increased when he saw Thranduil’s nephew 
coming in. Lindir had met him couple of times and the young elf was as sweet as 
Thranduil had described. Lindir smiled at him.

“Maer aur, Alassien (Cheerful) I’m surprised to see you here.” He said carefully. Lindir 
liked the elfling, but he had realized that his mother wouldn’t tolerate him becoming 
friendly with his son. Maybe it was the best that he tried to stay away as much as 
possible. But the elf surprised him.

Alassien looked around the hall, as if to be sure that they were alone. 

“Maer aur, Master Lindir. I came to see you.” He said, after a moment’s hesitation. 

“And what brings you here?” Lindir asked, his curiosity stirring.

“I will tell you, if you promise not to tell my nana.”

Lindir frowned. He didn’t want to make his situation any harder by meddling in Lady’s 
and her ion’s affairs. But he couldn’t resist Alassien’s hopeful gaze. 

“Don’t you think that your nana will be sad if she found out that you have hidden things 
from her?” Lindir still asked.

“She doesn’t care. She just wants me to learn warfare and weaponry, but I don’t want 
to. I have asked if I could learn to play and sing, but she gets mad every time I ask it.”

“You wanted to learn to play?” Lindir made sure if he heard right. He was completely 
stunned for this unexpected turn.

“Please, if you don’t want to teach me, let me just listen as you play. I have never 
heard anything so beautiful.” Alassien pleaded, tears in his eyes.

Lindir saddened after hearing of this. He himself couldn’t understand how anyone 
could be so cruel that denied this kind of gift. Music was a gift to be treasured and 
enjoyed, and if this elf felt the music inside him, it was sheer torture to forbid him to 
explore that gift. He made his mind quickly.

“How I could deny such a heartfelt plea? But one thing; you have to work hard to 
please your nana. If you fulfill your other duties, she may be a little more 
understanding.” Lindir said, even if he doubted that the Lady would ever allow him to 
teach his ion.

“I promise I will.” Alassien nodded enthusiastically.

“All right, it’s better you go now and when you have time, come to me and I will teach 
you. But be careful. It must remain our secret for now.” Lindir said, and waved his 
hand as good-byes.

Alassien left, and Lindir stared after him for a long time. He really liked this young elf; it 
was such a shame that his nana was such a nuisance. What saddened him even 
more, was the fact that he hadn’t seen much love between nana (mother) and ion 
(son). He himself still remembered how long and bitterly he had grieved his parents, 
for he had loved them both greatly. And still, he had Elrond who was like second ada 
to him. How was possible that this young, sweet elf, who obviously had so much love 
in him, survived from his nana’s aloofness? 

* * * *

Alassien sang with Lindir’s instructions, and the minstrel was stunned. The young elf 
was a natural talent, and with good education, he would someday be even better than 
himself. Even now, without any practicing, Lindir could hear the extreme beauty in 
Alassien’s voice and the joy that radiated upon his face when he sang.  He was 
incredible, indeed!

“Why in Arda your nana has forbidden your musical education? You have a great gift, 
and it should be in use.” Lindir asked, when Alassien finally ceased.

The young elf sighed, deeply.

“Nana wants me to be a good prince, and not waste my time on useless dreaming. 
She thinks that I must be a good warrior and strategist, so that I can take my rightful 
place in King’s service. I don’t know what she means. I’m not a crown-prince and am 
very grateful of that.”

“I’m very sorry to hear that. You should explore your true gifts, and you could be a 
great musician with the right education.” Lindir said. 

“I know that the best minstrels are in Imladris. I have asked for permission to go there, 
but nana got mad and didn’t talk to me a whole week. But I’m not so sad anymore, 
now that you are here, Master Lindir. I love your music, and I hope that I would 
someday be like you.”

“I promise to teach you because you deserve it. But, you know that I set myself in 
danger by doing so. We both have to be extremely careful. It would be my end if your 
nana found out.”

“I know, and I swear to be careful and not tell anyone.  I so miss my ada… I’m sure he 
wouldn’t have denied me this.” Alassien whispered, tears in his eyes.

“He must have been wonderful person. I’m sorry that he…” Lindir stuttered, not 
knowing what he could say.

“…faded. You can say that. I assume that you also know that he faded because of my 
nana’s cruelty.”

Lindir didn’t say anything, but pulled the now sobbing young elf into a comforting 
embrace.

* * * *

Vanmoriel was furious. For so long she had tried to seduce Thranduil into her bed, in 
an attempt to have the Queen’s crown. But now, it seemed that all her efforts had 
been in vain. How long would the king wait before he noticed that his only chance to 
have an heir would be to marry her? Little by little, she had gotten rid of every possible 
elleth (she-elf) who might be a threat to her plans. They had all been given two 
chances, leave to the Havens or marry someone, and no one had ever dared to make 
any objections. 

But now, Thranduil had been almost impossible to approach since he had come back 
from Imladris. What had happened there? She had welcomed Thranduil back, wishing 
that he finally would cease his useless hiding. But no, after his trip, he had been colder 
that ever. 

She had suspected all along that the minstrel or whatever he was, had something to 
do with all of this. And that cursed valet seemed to be in same plot. 

“Always he has been in my way, and now that little fool had joined in the same plot. 
But I’ll end their plotting! Someway or another I will find out what it is they are trying to 
hide from me. And when that happens, both will suffer. Thranduil is mine. Mine! No 
one will stand my way.”

Vanmoriel left her chambers, thinking that if Thranduil were really having an affair with 
someone, she would find out. He couldn’t leave his chambers without someone 
noticing, and she would make sure of that, personally.  She sneaked through the 
corridors until she found a dark alcove near Thranduil’s chambers. Here she had an 
excellent view to the door and she would notice for sure, if Thranduil left his chambers. 
And if someone had really dared to lure Thranduil in her bed, she would bitterly regret 
it. 

* * * *

After a week of useless waiting, Vanmoriel was more desperate than ever before. She 
had to find out what Thranduil was trying to hide from her. She was sure that there 
was something. Something that prevented her wishes from coming true. 

After long and hard thinking, she came to the conclusion that if she couldn’t find out 
anything by spying the King, maybe that minstrel would be easier to cope with.

It took several days to find out where the minstrel lived, and when Vanmoriel finally 
knew the truth, she was positive that something was really going on. Why else 
Thranduil had given their best guestroom to that little fool? 

When the night came, she was behind the minstrel’s room. Vanmoriel knew he was 
inside but nothing could be heard. Finally, after long waiting, she heard something… it 
was as if… footsteps and then…muffled voices spoke. Vanmoriel tried to strain her 
hearing, but didn’t succeed in hearing what they said. And how in Arda was possible 
that there were now two people, even if she was sure that only the minstrel had gone 
through the door?

Finally, when she was giving up, she heard something that made her stop in her 
tracks. A loud moan echoed through the door… once, and several times more. 
Vanmoriel was experienced enough to know what that noise was. And then she heard 
something that turned her suspicions into a terrible reality.

She heard that cursed little slut screaming Thranduil’s name.

Chapter 12.

Lindir had a very strange dream. Actually, the dream was strange but also so familiar 
that it shook him to his very core.

Night was clear and serene. There wasn’t one single cloud in the sky that would shade 
Ithil’s silvery light. Not even lightest breeze of wind disturbed this complete peace.

Tonight, he didn’t dance but stood in the middle of the clearing, when he heard a 
voice.

“Lindir O Imladris. You must hear me.”

“What it is? Who are you?” Lindir asked, with wonder. He didn’t see anyone, but felt 
someone’s presence.

“I am Irmo, Master of Dreams. It was I who connected you together with your love 
before you even knew it.”

“So… it was you who sent me those dreams about Thranduil?”

“Aye. You are greatly blessed, Lindir. Thranduil has a great fate and he needs a 
worthy mate beside him. You were chosen for him before you were even born. With 
your love, you will support and strengthen him so that he can fulfill his destiny.”

“I will do that with all my heart.” Lindir said, bowing his head. 

“I know you will, but now there is a great danger coming. You have to escape before 
all is lost.”

“But… How I can… Does Thranduil leave with me, then?” Lindir asked, confused.

“Nay. He cannot come, and you cannot tell him that you are leaving.”

“No! Saes, don’t ask me to do that, Master Irmo! How can I ever leave him? His heart 
will break and mine too.” Lindir whispered, devastated.

“Don’t be sad, pen-neth (young one). He will come to you when the time is right. I will 
seal his fëa(soul) so that he cannot fade anymore. But, you have to go because there 
are several other lives that are in your hands now. Go to Imladris. You will be safe 
there.”

“Who are those others? Do I need to take them with me?”

“Aye, there will be two who will follow you. Sadron O Taur-nu-Fuin and Alassien O 
Taur-nu-Fuin will come with you if they want to save their lives from ruination.”

“How in Arda will we survive through the Misty Mountains? It is almost winter.”

“Valar will protect you along your journey, and Sadron will help. He is a seasoned 
warrior and knows how to survive in wilderness and will keep you safe.”

“So… when you want us to leave? And how we can keep this as secret? Thranduil will 
know within seconds if I plan something like this because our connection is so strong.”

“I will shield your thoughts from him so that he doesn’t sense your leaving before it is 
too late. And he will be able fulfill his duty when you are not in danger anymore. You 
have to go without any delays. When Anar (sun) rises, you have that day to prepare 
your escape and then one hour after sunset, when Tilion (moon) rises, your journey 
will begin. You can make your farewells and when Thranduil falls asleep, you must go. 
I will keep him in sleep until you are far enough that no one will catch you. Remember, 
delays will bring eternal doom to all of you so hurry, pen-neth, to save your own and 
other lives I have given in your hands.”

“I will do, as you say, Master Irmo. But I beg of you, take care of my mate for me. He is 
my everything.” Lindir pleaded, with all his heart. 

“Thranduil will be safe, and when he has fulfilled his duty, he will follow you.”

* * * *

Thranduil woke up with a start. Lindir was in his arms and restless. He wailed softly 
and tears flowed from his eyes. It took a while before Thranduil managed to wake him. 
When Lindir’s blue eyes finally focused and the haze of dreaming disappeared, the elf 
leaned closer, trembling slightly.

“What is wrong, meleth (love)? Did you have a nightmare?”  Thranduil asked, 
concerned.

“Aye. I did. Hold me, saes (please).” Lindir whispered hoarsely, his heart aching. In his 
heart was a terrible certainty that his dream wasn’t a nightmare but a plain truth. Soon, 
all too soon he would leave his heart behind without any surety if they would ever see 
each other again. He started to weep softly against Thranduil’s chest. The mere 
thought of leaving him hurt Lindir deeply.

“Don’t cry, ind nín (my heart). I have you, and everything is fine.” Thranduil said gently, 
trying to soothe his crying mate without success.

“Everything is Not fine, but I cannot tell you.” Lindir thought, clinging to Thranduil. 
When he finally calmed, he kissed his mate deeply.

“Thranduil nín. I love you, so much. I want you, now.” Lindir breathed, almost 
desperate to have every memory of Thranduil as long as he could. Soon, his arms 
would be cold and empty.

“But I already… you will be sore tomorrow.” Thranduil gasped, nevertheless his body 
stirring.

“Nay, meleth. I want to take you. Will you let me?”

“I would like that very much, Lindir nín.” Thranduil murmured, smiling. Lindir had very 
seldom taken him after that first time, but every time that happened, Thranduil had 
enjoyed it greatly. He loved to feel Lindir within him.

Lindir lovingly caressed Thranduil’s powerful body, savoring all the sensations and 
feelings deep into his heart. He wanted to every memory he possibly could with him, 
knowing that they soon would separate. For how long, he didn’t even dare to think of.

“You are magnificent. I love how you enjoy of my touch.” Lindir whispered, 
mesmerized by how his mate slowly came undone in his arms. 

“Oh…aye! Your touch feels so good on me. I love you, ind nín.” 

Lindir lowered his head, starting to kiss Thranduil’s skin, which felt extremely soft. He 
had been surprised how something so powerful could be so silky to touch at the same 
time. Soon, Lindir was drowned by Thranduil’s intoxicating closeness, and his moans 
joined Thranduil’s hoarse cries. 

“Saes, Lindir! Have mercy on me… take me.” 

Lindir raised his head, meeting Thranduil’s gaze, which was hazy with pleasure and 
tears. He trembled, thinking that never had his mate seemed more beautiful as now, 
when he yielded completely to him… to their love.

“I will take you… and love you like no one ever before.” He whispered, his voice 
hoarse with emotion.

With great care and tenderness, Lindir prepared his mate, until Thranduil moaned and 
writhed under his touch. 

“Thranduil nín… you are mine…all mine, till the end of Arda.” He declared, when he 
finally took his mate. 

“Oh… oh… yours.” Thranduil panted, pulling Lindir closer. He let his hands wander 
upon Lindir’s body, stroking and caressing everywhere he possibly could. And, when 
Lindir finally claimed his lips in a sensual kiss, Thranduil wept from the happiness and 
pleasure that burned within him. 

Their bodies pulsed as one, joined together in an ancient dance, and the nightly air 
echoed their cries of pleasure. Their lips sought each other, finally coming together in 
a passionate kiss. Lindir thrust into his mate, again and again, mindless with love and 
lust. He stroked Thranduil’s rock-hard arousal, raising them both higher and higher into 
sensual heights. 

“Oh… by… Valar… Lindir!” Thranduil cried hoarsely, as their joined bodies were 
flooded by sheer pleasure. Together they swayed on waves of their completion, until 
their bodies finally slowly settled, and they began to come back themselves. Thranduil 
held Lindir tightly against him, and their tears mixed together.  

“Thranduil… meleth… mine.” Lindir whispered; kissing Thranduil’s tears away one by 
one.

“Yours… I love you so, Lindir nín.”

Lindir rested his head against Thranduil’s chest, listening to his still rapid heartbeats. 
He prayed, pouring his whole heart into one desperate plea.

“Take care of him, and let his path lead to me again. He is my heart, my soul, my 
whole being.”

Chapter 13.

Thranduil studied Lindir, feeling concerned.

“Are you all right, meleth? Why do you seem so sad? It breaks my heart to see you 
like this.” He asked. Lately, he had been asking this same question all too often. 
Thranduil so wanted Lindir to be happy with him, but was he?  One way he had failed 
Lindir;  he had not succeeded in solving this situation, but forced his loving mate to 
hide in shadows.

Lindir managed a smile. “I must admit that I have been a little melancholy lately. I think 
this situation just bothers me.”

“Oh, meleth! I truly hope that you don’t regret coming here.” Thranduil said softly, 
pulling Lindir closer. 

“Never! Don’t think about that for a moment. This has all just overwhelmed me. But, 
this I know; I love you with all my heart and I haven’t regretted my binding with you for 
a second. Without you, I would still be alone and unhappy.”

“What if I fetch you a healer? I must say that something else seems to ail you.” 
Thranduil suggested carefully. He knew that the healers in Mirkwood weren’t as good 
as Elrond the Peredhel, but if Lindir really had problems with his health, they would 
probably find out.

“I don’t think that is necessary. What if I stay in bed and take a proper rest. I have 
been quite tired for reasons you know full well.” Lindir whispered, blushing.

“I must have tired you completely. For that, I’m sorry, meleth. It’s just I have only nights 
with you. How I hoped that this cursed situation would be solved soon.” Thranduil said 
sadly, but then smiled.

“And you, meleth, don’t help your condition at all. Why do you have to be so 
tempting?” He chuckled, kissing Lindir passionately. 

“Maybe, but that’s the way things are between us, and I wouldn’t want them any other 
way. When I cannot touch you in daytime, the nights are even more precious to me. I 
cannot help it; I love you so, and I miss you every moment you are not with me.”

“I miss you too and this has to be end! I won’t let you suffer like this anymore. 
Whatever it takes, I’ll solve this.”

“I know you do. Kiss me once more before you have to go.” Lindir whispered, pulling 
his mate closer.  He smiled happily when Thranduil did as he asked, and kissed him 
with all the love he felt.

Finally, after long lingering, Thranduil forced himself to leave. His heart ached but he 
had to go to his duties. 

* * * *

Lindir waited, when the secret door was closed and the wall seemed completely intact, 
he rose from bed, dressed himself and waited.

It didn’t take long for Sadron to come, bringing Alassien with him. The young prince 
was in tears. 

“I cannot stay with nana anymore, not for a moment! She has always been cold to me, 
but now she is like a maniac! I don’t know what has happened, but she is doing 
something horrible! She didn’t notice me, and I heard that she wants to kill you both, 
whatever it takes. You have to escape, now.” He said, sobbing while telling his tale.

“We will, and you come with us, pen-neth (young one).” Lindir assured.  

“Where will we go then? And why do you want me to come with you?” Alassien asked, 
surprised. 

“We will go to my home in Imladris. My foster-father will welcome us with open arms, 
and you can start your musical education if you want.” Lindir said, smiling at the 
thought. At least Alassien will be happy in Imladris. But he… Lindir knew he would 
miss his mate terribly.

“I will come, even if I leave my King with an aching heart. It is my duty to keep you safe 
during our trip.” Sadron said, reluctantly. 

Lindir hung his head, trying to suppress his tears. 

“This will be hard but necessary, Sadron. As long as we stay here, Thranduil cannot 
do anything because he fears for our safety. When he knows we are in safe, he will be 
free to act.” He said softly.

“You are right, Master Lindir, and while I cannot be here for my King, I will be there for 
you instead. As his mate, you are precious to us.”

“Thank you for your kind words, Sadron. I don’t know what I would do without your 
support.”

“I think it is best if you stayed with Sadron today, pen-neth; or do you think your nana 
will miss you?” Lindir asked Alassien.

The young elf shrugged. “She won’t miss me. I should be on a patrol, but I sneaked 
back home. That was the reason I found out about her plan. The patrol wouldn’t return 
until next week, so she won’t suspect anything.” 

“I’m so sorry, Alassien. You deserved so much better.” Lindir whispered, feeling sad 
for the young elf, who must have felt completely unloved and lonely. He himself had 
had Elrond to support him when he had lost his own parents.

* * * *

Finally, they had finished their plan for escape, and Sadron and Alassien left. Lindir 
stayed alone trying to settle his thoughts. He knew that Lórien had strained his 
connection to Thranduil but surely, his mate could still sense his melancholy. Finally, 
Lindir had to admit that he had lost the battle. He buried his face in a pillow and wept.

* * * *

Lindir waited. He had managed to pack part of his possessions, but most of them he 
would leave behind. They would ride as fast as possible and with only light packages. 
He had hidden his traveling clothes in the wardrobe and wore only light robes. 
Thranduil was coming and he wouldn’t suspect a thing. As soon as his mate was in 
deep sleep, Lindir would leave and their escape would begin.

But, there was one more thing. Lindir had to leave his farewells so that Thranduil 
wouldn’t understand what was going on, before they left.

Lindir heard the secret door open, and he smiled at Thranduil, who silently stepped in. 
Lindir noticed that Thranduil too looked tired. This situation was unbearable to them 
all, and Lindir started to anticipate that this was maybe the best solution, after all. 

“You look tired, meleth.” He said, and extended his hand, as silent invitation. 

Thranduil smiled at his mate, climbing beside him. 

“I am quite tired, but you soothe my senses, ind nín. Do you realize how heavenly it is 
to come to you every night?” The king sighed, kissing Lindir softly. 

“I know. I love being in your arms every night. I love you.” Lindir whispered, eagerly 
leaning into Thranduil’s arms when he pulled him closer. He buried his hands in 
Thranduil’s soft, golden hair and yielded into the sensual kiss. Lindir didn’t want to 
think that this was a very last time his mate had this consolation.  Tomorrow he would 
be far from here.

Lindir wept as Thranduil entered him. Sorrow and bliss swelled inside Lindir, becoming  
overwhelming sensations. Slowly, gently Thranduil loved him, lifting them both to 
sensual heights. In the moment of his completion, Lindir sensed something inside him, 
something new. He felt someone else’s fëa connected to his own and now he also fully 
understood why he had to go. Thranduil had given him the greatest gift of all, and he 
had to escape, to save their unborn child’s life.

* * * *

Lindir kissed and caressed his mate until he slept peacefully. Then he rose, dried his 
tears and dressed himself. Before he left, he kissed a sleeping Thranduil’s cheek for 
the very last time. Tears threatened to blind Lindir’s eyesight when he said his 
farewells.

“Namárië, meleth nín. Gûren ninnatha nanarad as achên len (Farewell, my love. My 
heart shall weep until it sees you again.)”



Chapter 14.

They rode long and hard. All night they continued their escape, and it really seemed as 
Valar themselves looked after them. No one tried to stop them, nor did they see any 
living creature along their frantic ride. Lindir didn’t sense the surrounding world at all, 
only the wind’s howling in his ears told him how fast their journey proceeded.

When Anar started to rise, they finally stopped. Their horses were exhausted, and they 
themselves sorely needed rest.  When Lindir looked where they were, he gasped, 
surprised.

“How in Arda is this possible? We are almost at the Misty Mountains. When we 
traveled to Mirkwood, it took almost four days to ride this same distance.” Lindir 
wondered aloud. If they would keep up this speed, they will be in Imladris within two 
days. 

“It seems that you are truly blessed, Master Lindir. For some reason, Valar themselves 
wanted to make sure that we manage to get to Imladris.” Sadron said, studying Lindir 
carefully. What was it? What made this young elf so important, that Valar themselves, 
meddled in his life to keep him safe?

Lindir sensed Sadron’s curiosity, but he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t ready to share 
his secret with the elf, even if he trusted him. Lindir could only pray that they really 
managed to make it to Imladris. Now he had every reason to get there safely. 
Whatever happened, he had to protect the child who grew within him.

* * * *

“I don’t care if you want to do that or not. You ‘will’ abduct that little fool, and throw him 
to spiders. Remember, I have your sister.” Vanmoriel said coldly to two elves who 
stood in front of her. At last that mousy elleth that was her servant, was truly useful.  
These two fools feared for their little sister and did whatever Vanmoriel wanted. She 
didn’t care if they obeyed under blackmailing, as long as they obeyed. 

The elves bowed blankly and left. This task was revolting, but they had no other 
options but to obey. They loved their sister dearly, and that maniac would surely harm 
her if they refused. With aching hearts, they tried to think of any escape from this crime 
but found none. Reluctantly they took a rope and went to Lindir’s room. This was the 
best time to do this; it was morning, and the minstrel would surely be in his rooms, for 
it was known that he always slept late.

They went to Lindir’s door and checked to see if it was unlocked. It was, and they 
sneaked inside. Fearfully they listened, but heard only peaceful breathing. The 
minstrel was still sleeping. Silently they crept closer and saw the elf sleeping, his blond 
hair spreading over pillow. After moment’s hesitation, they attacked. 

* * * *

Thranduil woke up with a start and in his surprise, he felt someone trying to restrain 
him. Who dared to attack him? He growled, and managed to throw the both of his 
attackers away. He turned around and froze with a shock.

“Megildur! (Sword) Gondien! (A Rock) What in Arda do you mean by this?” Thranduil 
demanded and rose from the bed. In his fury, he was a dreadful sight, even if he was 
completely naked. The elves trembled and fell on their knees. 

“Well! Tell me! Two of my most trusted soldiers attacked me!” Thranduil shouted.

“I… we… have mercy on us! We don’t deserve it but… would you let us tell why we did 
it, saes (please)!” One of them finally stammered. They didn’t try to rise, or to meet 
their King’s gaze. Both of them knew that they would be sentenced to death because 
of this. Their only hope was that the King would save their sister from the Lady. 

Last remnants of sleep finally disappeared from Thranduil as he looked around. At his 
great shock, Lindir had disappeared. He turned and looked at his soldiers, trying to 
think what their part was of Lindir’s mysterious vanishing. Thranduil felt chilling fear 
inside him. If these two were harmed him in any way…

“So, tell me, then! I can see that whatever you had in mind, it wasn’t any good. And 
speak the truth!” He ordered, after dressing himself.

“It was lady Vanmoriel. She ordered us to get rid of that minstrel, Lindir. We were 
trying to catch him, not you, my king. We didn’t want to do this but she blackmailed us 
by threatening to harm our sister, who is her servant. Saes, save her life, even if you 
sentenced us to death.”  Megildur pleaded, tears in his eyes.

“Vanmoriel! What did she want you to do to Lindir? Where is he now?”

“She ordered us to… throw him to spiders, my King. I don’t know why, but she… called 
him… a whore.  We don’t know where Master Lindir is now. We haven’t seen him 
since yesterday.”

Thranduil listened, with growing anger and disgust. That cursed bitch had done her 
last deed! He ordered the soldiers to come with him, and ran towards Vanmoriel’s 
rooms. When he reached them, he roughly pulled the door open and stormed in. 
Thranduil’s fury exploded when he saw the Lady. With two steps, he had closed their 
distance and grabbed her.

“What you have done to my mate, you cursed bitch? Tell me!” Thranduil roared, 
shaking the elleth roughly. 

“Why in Arda do you care about that little whore? I haven’t done anything to him.” 
Vanmoriel tried to say, but soon noticed that Thranduil didn’t believe her.

“Nothing, you say. And still, I wake up and my own soldiers are trying to catch me, and 
my mate has disappeared! They told me the whole story.” Thranduil growled, but soon 
noticed that Vanmoriel wouldn’t be broken so easily. He threw the elleth away like 
some revolting creature, and ordered Megildur and Gondien take her to the Great Hall.  
The elves immediately obeyed relieved, that King’s fury was turned to Lady, instead to 
them… for now. Whatever they had done, they still were loyal to their King.

As soon as they were in the Great Hall, Thranduil sat on his throne, and ordered 
Vanmoriel in front of him. He would solve this situation now, whatever it would take. 

"So, this was your last trick here, Vanmoriel. I swear you are going to pay for 
everything that you have done to my family. This is your last chance to tell the truth. If 
you still try to deny your foul deeds, you will be sentenced to death." He said with a 
cold tone. 

Vanmoriel hesitated. For the very first time she knew she was in real trouble. 

"I admit that I wanted to get rid of that little slut you dragged here. What in Arda, did 
you mean by that? You know full well that you need an heir, and a real Queen beside 
you." Vanmoriel finally said.

Thranduil laughed bitterly.

"You are really crazy if you believed that I thought you would have that position for 
even one second! Rather I would bind with an orc." He spat and noticed how the elleth 
started finally to loose her composure. 

"But you hadn't any options left because..." She started to shout, but silenced abruptly.

Thranduil studied carefully how anger and fear changed on Vanmoriel's face and then 
smiled. It wouldn’t take long when she would break down completely. 

"...because you...what? Got rid of every elleth who was suitable to marry me, by 
sending them to Havens or forcing them to marry someone else? Is that what you 
mean?" He said with a silky voice, which made shivers run through every listener's 
spine.

"What if I did? If you have been reasonable from the beginning..." Vanmoriel 
stammered but the King waved her silence.

"Then I would have faded long time ago, because I love another. I love the one who is 
my destined soul mate. Who gives me much more than you could ever imagine!" 

The elleth smiled thinly.

"And does he also give you the heir you need, my King?" She whispered victoriously.

"That is not your concern, Vanmoriel! I could have had several nephews if you didn't 
seduced and kill my brother with your coldness and betrayal. He could be alive at this 
moment if he had married someone else other than you. However, my poor brother 
gave me his last gift, Alassien. He will be the King after me. Face the truth. I never 
have had any intentions to marry you, even if you were last elleth on Arda!" Thranduil 
growled.

“That excuse of a son to be King! He is as stupid and weak as his ada! What a fool I 
was, when I thought that you were different! But no, you escaped every trap I set for 
you. So, you can stay and dwell in your folly!” Vanmoriel screamed, now completely 
losing her control.

“Alassien is a good boy, but unluckily he had a most horrid elleth on Arda as his 
mother. I’m sure he will be as happy as I, when he will be free from you. Now… 
choose your destiny! Tell me, where Lindir is, and I let you sail. Surely Valar 
themselves can keep an eye on you. Otherwise… if something has happened to my 
mate, I will personally send you to the Halls of Mandos!” Thranduil commanded, with a 
tone that scared even the bravest ones. No one had ever seen such pure hatred in 
their King’s face. Thranduil rose from his throne, taking his sword.

“Tell me! What is your decision?” Thranduil demanded. 

Vanmoriel was terrified. She knew everything was lost and fell on her knees, begging 
for mercy.

“I don’t know where he is! I swear! I sent those elves after him, but that was all!” She 
stammered, scared to death. 

“Do you really think that I would believe a one word after all your filthy lies? Tell me, or 
die!”

Vanmoriel didn’t answer, thinking how ironical it was, that she would now die because 
of crime she hadn’t done. She knew that Thranduil had meant every word, and her life 
was at its end. The trembling elleth shut her eyes, waiting for a fatal blow. But the blow 
never came. 

 Thranduil had already raised his sword, ready to strike, when he heard a voice calling 
him.

“Thranduil Oropherion! You must hear me.  If you continue, you will be a kinslayer and 
doomed forever! Don’t stain your hands with this elleth’s blood.”

“Who are you?” The King asked.

“I am Irmo, the Master of Dreams.”

“Why you did call me? Where is my mate?”

“Lindir O Imladris is safe. He has left to save his life.”

Thranduil heard only that Lindir had left him. The heart-broken King sank to the floor 
and cried his pain to the heavens.

Chapter 15.

Lindir flinched at the sudden pain that shot through his body. A loud cry escaped from 
his lips when the pain continued, rapidly growing unbearable. 

“Master Lindir, what is the matter? Tell me, saes (please)!” Sadron asked, terrified. 

“Hu… hurts so… much! Help me… saes!” Lindir panted, collapsing down. Tears 
flowed from his eyes, and he cried helplessly. 

Sadron kneeled beside Lindir and tried to soothe young elf but did not succeed. 
Lindir’s pain was terrible to look at, and never had Sadron felt himself so weak as now. 
What in Arda could he do?

“Sadron! Saes… I’ll loose him…” Lindir sobbed, as new wave of pain stabbed him. 
Sadron had tears in his eyes and he took young elf in his arms, cradling him. Sadron 
didn’t know what Lindir meant but he would have given anything to make the pain 
stop.

“What do you mean, Lindir? You cannot mean your mate, do you? He loves you and 
he could never leave you. He will come to you, as soon as he can.” Sadron tried to 
console him.

“N… nay, I don’t mean him. I know that he loves me. But…I…am carrying his child, 
Sadron. I cannot loose him.” Lindir whispered, hoarsely. Suddenly, as fast as the pain 
had started, it faded, leaving Lindir weak and weary. He opened his eyes, and found 
Sadron looking at him, stunned.

“You are carrying… King Thranduil’s child?” Sadron made sure, with wonder in his 
voice.

“Aye, I am. I don’t know how it is possible, but I’m sure of it.” Lindir said, blushing.

Sadron smiled warmly.

“Now I have one more reason to escort you safely to Imladris. King Thranduil will be 
ecstatic when he hears of it. Are you all right, Master Lindir?” The elf said. 

“The pain disappeared, and…the child is all right. I can still feel him. But what was 
that? Where that pain came from?” Lindir wondered aloud. He had never; in his life felt 
pain like this. 

“There is an explanation. I think the King maybe found out that you have left. The 
connection between you two is so strong that maybe you felt his pain.” Sadron slowly 
said. He still remembered how much it had hurt when he had lost his own mate. 
Without his duty to protect Thranduil, he would have faded for sure.

“Oh… Thranduil nín… I miss him so much.” Lindir whispered, tears in his eyes. 

“I know you do. But we have to go on so that you will be safe. He will come to you, as 
soon as he is able to do so.” Sadron assured.

“Who are you, Sadron? Why you are so good to me?” Lindir asked, wondering why 
this elf was so determined to protect him. He regretted his question, when he saw 
sorrow on Sadron’s face.

I am… something else than you might think. I cannot tell you, for I have kept this 
secret for centuries. Just believe that I am loyal to my King, and also to you, because 
you are his mate.” Sadron said softly and hung his head.

“Sadron?” Lindir tried again, but the elf turned away.

“Don’t ask me, saes, Master Lindir! It is too painful. This issue is best to leave at rest, 
forever.” Sadron said firmly, wiping his tears away.

Finally, Lindir gave up, but he couldn’t stop his wondering. What was it? Who ‘was’ 
Sadron?”

* * * *

“Thranduil Oropherion. You must hear me. Let your mate go, before you harm him with 
your struggling.”

“What do you mean? How can I ever let him go? He is my mate, for Valar’s sake!” 
Thranduil yelled.

“It was I who sent him away, and I did it from necessity. He is safe, as soon as you 
stop your useless ranting.”

“But why? How can I live without him?” Thranduil whispered, devastated.

“You can go to him, after you fulfill your duty. You have to release Mirkwood from the 
threat and make sure that your people will be safe. Then, and only then, you are free 
to go to your mate.”

Thranduil turned to look at Vanmoriel, who was still kneeling on the floor, frozen with 
fear.

“Aye. You know what to do to her, don’t you?” Irmo asked.

“I do. I will send her to the Havens, and my people will finally live in peace and 
happiness.” Thranduil assured, and requested his soldiers take her to the dungeon. 
Then he turned his attention to the two elves who had attacked him.

“So, what I should do with you two?” Thranduil asked from them.

Megildur and Gondien hesitated for a long time.

“We know what our punishment will be, and we accept it. Do with us as you will, my 
King.” Gondien finally said.

“You know that if you had done this to the former King, you two would already have 
been executed for your crime, don’t you?”

“Aye, we know that.”

“On the other hand, you helped me to catch Lady Vanmoriel, and also told the truth 
when asked. And you have always been loyal to me, except this one incident.”

“Aye, my King.”

“So, how was it that you didn’t trust me and told me when she tried to blackmail you? I 
must admit that it bothers me when my own people cannot trust me.” Thranduil 
demanded. 

“We are sorry for that. But if you knew all that our sister had gone through, you too 
would have been scared. You have seen what Lady Vanmoriel is capable of.”

“You are right. And that is the only reason I won’t sentence you to death. Take your 
sister with you and sail. In Aman, she will be safe, and you two may find peace. I 
cannot let you stay.”

“We will do as you say. Thank you for your understanding.” The elves said, visibly 
relieved.

“I believe that you two can also make sure that the Lady will arrive to Aman without 
any unexpected incidents?”

“We will do that.”

“Fine. You will go after a fortnight, and I will ride along you.”

The elves seemed surprised.

“But… it is almost winter, my King. How in Arda we can manage through the Misty 
Mountains?”

“I don’t care how. We ‘will’ go, without any delays. I want Lady Vanmoriel out of my 
kingdom as soon as possible, and I will go after my mate. He needs me.” Thranduil 
said determinedly. He could guess where Lindir had gone. He needed to go to 
Imladris, as soon as possible. 

* * * *

As much as he wanted, Thranduil didn’t succeed to leave immediately. The winter 
came too quickly, bringing snowstorms and darkness. Thranduil was devastated, but 
decided to use this time for his people. They needed him now, and Thranduil didn’t 
want to let them down. Whatever happened, he was their King, and responsible for 
their safety. He worked hard to make sure that he would be able to go as soon as the 
winter’s grip let up. 

The winter was long and bleak to the grieving King. He missed Lindir terribly, and the 
only consolation he found was from the note that had come from Imladris. Lindir had 
arrived there safely. 

“Lindir, my sweet, beautiful hervenn. Will I see you ever again?” Thranduil thought, as 
silent tears dropped from his eyes.

Chapter 16.

Spring had finally arrived, and Thranduil set their escort as soon as it was possible to 
leave for Imladris. Still, almost four months had passed since Lindir had escaped from 
Mirkwood. Thranduil led his escort with mixed feelings; he was happy to see Lindir 
soon, but again he was scared. He felt guilty for letting Lindir down, and not only him, 
but Sadron and Alassien too. What kind of welcome would he receive? Did Lindir still 
love him, and would he be able to forgive him? 

When they finally neared Imladris, Thranduil was relieved. Most of the escort would 
continue to the Havens after few days rest in Imladris.  He himself would stay with 
Lindir. If Lindir still wanted him, they would finally be together openly. Thranduil had 
been surprised at how supportive his people had been, after hearing of their Kings 
bonding. Despite his short stay in Mirkwood, Lindir had succeeded in winning many 
hearts.

Thranduil led his escort into the Imladris courtyard, anxiously searching Lindir among 
the elves who had collected to welcome them. To his dismay, he didn’t see his 
hervenn (husband). Chilling fear started to fill Thranduil’s heart. What if Lindir didn’t 
want to see him at all? The King dismounted and bowed to Elrond, who had came to 
welcome him. 

“It’s good to see you again, Elrond. I had hoped this would have been a little more 
happy occasion.” Thranduil offered carefully. He knew how protective Elrond was of 
Lindir, and he wasn’t quite sure how Elrond would welcome him. To his relief, Elrond 
smiled at him warmly.

“Welcome back, Thranduil. Lindir has missed you very much.” Elrond said when they 
entered to the house. 

“Has he really? Why didn’t he come to the courtyard then? I have missed him too, 
more than you can ever imagine.” Thranduil whispered, unsure.

“He didn’t come because I sent him to rest. He has been very tired lately.” Elrond 
explained, frowning. He had been quite worried about his foster-son, especially when 
he had found out that Lindir was with child. How would Thranduil take the news? And 
there was more. Elrond wasn’t worried about Lindir’s health but his mental condition. 
The elf had been very melancholy, and all of Elrond’s attempts to cheer him up had 
been in vain.

“Is he all right? Can I see him?” Thranduil panicked. 

“You can calm down, meldir (my friend). Lindir is all right, but he just needs more rest 
than before. We will meet him now.” Elrond smiled. He was relieved at seeing 
Thranduil’s worry. The King obviously cared deeply for Lindir.

Thranduil nodded silently, wondering what was behind Elrond’s mysterious behavior. 
He decided not to ask anything. He would surely find out as soon as he met Lindir. 

Finally, Elrond stopped at Lindir’s door, but he didn’t open it yet. The Lord met 
Thranduil’s gaze with a serious expression on his face.

“Before you meet Lindir, you must promise that you will be very careful with him. Lindir 
is now quite fragile, so no matter he says, you must stay calm. Don’t hurt him.” Elrond 
said, quietly.

“I promise. He has suffered enough.” Thranduil