Title & Chapter Number: Farewells and New Beginnings 5/17
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien with the exception of an original or two, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Warnings: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings, incest, and explicit sexual content - not to mention a boatload of angst. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Betas: Alex
Cast: Legolas/Thranduil, Glorfindel/Erestor, Legolas/Erestor, Thranduil/Glorfindel
Timeline: TA
Spoilers: None
Summary: The time of the Elves is over, and the last remaining Elves sail for the west.
Notes: This story came out of a little one I wrote as a companion to the Rock Stars series. The plot bunny, however, refuses to leave, so here I am, exercising my demons. This is inspired by the beautiful Elves that Professor Tolkien created much to our joy and amazement; and by the beautiful, sometimes sad, and heartrending music of U2 that I was listening to when I wrote it. Thanks so much to everyone who gave me encouragement, Alex (my wonderful beta reader on this and the Rock Stars series), Dawn, Larian (my wonderful beta reader on the Tale of Two Brothers series), Hawk, and L.K., (and yes, I cried like a baby when I wrote it…)
October 30th, 120, Fourth Age, Grey Havens, Lindon
Thranduil sat upon the balcony outside the room he was given and watched the sun setting over the horizon. This was his last night with his son, his last night to hold his beloved in his arms before saying farewell. He would wait until all was quiet, when the guests retired for the night; then Legolas would come to him and sleep in his arms until dawn. They had been given adjoining rooms, and his status as King assured their privacy. His emotions ranged from sorrow to pure panic. How was he going to do it? What would he do when Legolas protested, when he cried, when he begged? For he would do all those things. Legolas would understand more than anyone else, what stepping on that ship would mean. All those times he had left home and been gone for months, even years at a time were different; he was to return. There was no return home this time, this was his final journey, and it was Thranduil's final opportunity to do the right thing, no matter how painful it was to him and Legolas. Legolas would go on without him, he would indeed suffer in the beginning, but he would find one to love. Surely, someone would love him. How could they not? He was beautiful in both body and spirit. As for his own fate, he no longer worried about the end, he only worried about how long he would suffer before it would come. He did not fear death, only despair.
A soft knock upon the door broke his chain of thought and he looked up to see his radiant lover enter the room. He smiled bravely as he rose from his chair, feeling as if his legs would buckle beneath his weight. He crossed the room to his beloved and took him in his arms, caressing his hair and memorizing every curve of his strong body, memorizing the way he smelled, and the beautiful sound of his voice. He took a deep breath and shoved the tears that were threatening to fall as far down as he could and he whispered to his son, "Amin mela le, Legolas, my Greenleaf."
Legolas clung to his father and smiled, whispering in his ear, "Amin mela le, Ada." The Prince pulled back from the embrace to caress his father's face with his soft lips, ending at his mouth and gently tasting him. Thranduil moaned into the kiss and felt his son's hands travel down his back and come to rest upon his buttocks. Legolas whispered, "Fill me, Ada, I want to feel you inside me, I want to feel your mouth upon me."
Thranduil lifted him and Legolas wrapped his legs around his father's waist as he carried him to the bed. The King slowly and gently removed his son's robes, caressing his elegant archer's body with his hands, listening to his soft moans, watching his graceful body undulate beneath his touch. He would never look upon the likes of this beauty again, and he wanted to be sure he remembered it for whatever time he had left. He stripped his own robes and lay beside his son, gently kissing him and caressing him.
Legolas sensed something was terribly wrong, he could feel the pain and sorrow in his father's heart and he pulled back, caressing his face, "What is wrong, Ada?"
Thranduil smiled. "Nothing Iôn, I am fine, just a bit sentimental about leaving our home, that is all."
Legolas looked deep into his father's eyes and furrowed his brow. "No, there is more to it than that. You are deeply saddened," his eyes widened as the truth began to creep in. "No! Ada, no, you cannot stay behind. This is the last ship, we must go now, there will be no others."
Thranduil sat up and looked away from his son, tears beginning to fall from his eyes. It was too soon, he thought they would have one more night before having to say goodbye; he was not ready.
Legolas grabbed his father's shoulders and turned him to face him, "Ada, what is going on? Why are you doing this? I do not understand."
Thranduil took a deep breath and looked into his love's pained eyes, "Legolas, I cannot go with you to Valinor, I must stay behind. You must trust me on this, Iôn, there is no other way."
Legolas looked stunned, he made no reply for several moments and stared at the bed. He turned his tear stained face to his father's, "Why, Ada? What have I done?"
Thranduil wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tight, "No, Legolas, you have done nothing wrong. It is I who have transgressed; the fault lies with me. I am sorry, Greenleaf, I have failed you as a father."
Legolas pressed his lips to his father's ear, "No, Ada, you have not failed me, I am so proud to be your son, and I am proud to be your lover. Never say you have failed me."
Thranduil pulled back and looked at his beloved Greenleaf. He knew he had to tell him something, if not the truth. "Legolas, listen to me. I cannot go with you to Valinor, we would never be able to be together there as we are here, it would not be accepted and there are no secrets kept from the Valar. We would spend the rest of eternity always being near but never sharing love with one another. I cannot be so close to you and not have you; I would not see you spend the rest of eternity without love. Please, go to Valinor, open your heart to another, and finally find the peace you have so longed for."
Legolas slowly shook his head, "I cannot do this, Ada, I cannot go without you. It is all meaningless without you. Please, let me stay with you, I can forget about the West, all I need is you. We can go home and live out our lives in Eryn Lasgalen. Please, Ada, do not make me do this alone."
Thranduil caressed his son's face and hair, he felt his lips tremble as he fought the urge to cry. He took Legolas in his arms and whispered in his ear, "Let me make love to you, Iôn, let me hold you in my arms."
He laid his son upon the bed and softly kissed him, running his hands over his lean, powerful body, and watched his tears slowly melt into sighs and loving whispers. He slowly caressed every inch of his alabaster skin with his mouth, tasting of him, drawing soft moans and cries from him. He took his nipple in his mouth and gently sucked upon it, listening to his son moan and feeling him arch his back, pressing his chest into his mouth. He felt Legolas' strong fingers tangle in his hair and his arousal begin to press into his stomach. Legolas was on fire, filled with ache and need for his wonderful lover and beautiful father. He resolved not to board the ship, to somehow push away the constant, nagging pull of the sea. This was more important, this, what he had in this moment was worth more than all the years of peace on Valinor. His heart felt as though it would burst, he had never loved another this way, never felt such utter peace and fulfillment as he did with his father. He groaned as his father's mouth made its way down his torso, into the concave of his stomach, pausing to probe his navel with his tongue. He traveled lower, brushing his lips through the soft hair that grew around his arousal, drawing his tongue along his silken, rigid length. Legolas moaned and arched his back, gripping his lover's hair in his fingers, and gasped as he took his length in his mouth. He moaned and thrust into the King's wet, warm embrace, climbing ever closer to release, then falling into rapture as he whispered his father's name.
Thranduil parted his son's legs and lifted his hips, positioning himself at his entrance and slowly pushing inside. Legolas groaned and arched his back, draping his legs over his father's shoulders. Each thrust was pure ecstasy; each kiss was nirvana. He moaned and arched against him as he felt him move inside him, tears fell from his eyes as he tried to imagine living without him. He cried out as Thranduil brushed deep inside him, and he sighed when he felt his warm essence spill inside his body. Thranduil's comforting weight came to rest upon him and he wrapped his arms around him. He felt his lover's soft breath upon his face and heard him whisper, "I am not the last one you will ever love, Greenleaf. There is someone waiting for you, one who needs you as much as you need them, one who will love you as much as I do, one who will care for you and love you until the end of time."
Legolas took his father's face in his hands, "What will become of you, Ada? How can you ask me to leave you here alone? How will I ever find peace knowing you are to spend the rest of your days alone?"
Thranduil smiled sadly, "Do not worry for me, Greenleaf. I have had a long and happy life; I have done all I was meant to do. I have seen you grow into a proud and valiant warrior Prince, I have never been more proud of anything in all my long life. You have brought me such joy and fulfillment, I have thanked Eru for you everyday since you were born." He placed his fingers upon his son's lips, silencing his protest. He smiled and caressed his face, "Have I ever told you what a beautiful Elfling you were? The first time I saw you, I swore that the Valar had gifted me with one of their own. Your eyes were enormous, so bright and blue that it was if they were made of the sky itself. Your hair was like spun silk, no, finer, like spun gold, and it lay upon your head in wild curls." He smiled and placed a soft kiss upon his lips, "You were such a happy, Elfling, brave beyond measure, you took such joy in simple things." The King laid his head upon his son's shoulder and whispered, "By Elbereth, how I have loved you, my Greenleaf, you have given me such happiness and such fulfillment. What would have become of me without you, I fear to imagine."
Legolas wrapped his arms around his father and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably as he held him tight. He could not speak; he could not find the words to express the profound sense of loss he felt even as he still held him in his arms. He felt his heart break into a million tiny pieces, and for the first time in his life he was without hope.
Thranduil wrapped his arms around his son and held him tight, stroking his hair and whispering to him, "This is not how I want you to remember us, Greenleaf, I do not want your final memory of our time together to be one of sorrow and heartache. Please, promise me that you will find a way to go on, that you will find hope and love again. Promise me you will not give up on life, not after you have fought so hard and come so far."
The Prince nodded and clutched his father tight, he spent the night in his arms, taking every second to show him and tell him how much he loved him.
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October 31st, 120, Fourth Age, Tirion, Valinor
Erestor awoke in a cold sweat. He was overcome by a sense of heartache and profound loss that he did not understand. A soft knock upon his door brought him back to the present and he rose from his bed, wrapping his robe about him as he answered the door. He opened it to find Galadriel standing before him and he bowed his head and stepped back, inviting her inside.
He could not imagine why she was there; she had never sought his Counsel before. He was struck with sudden fear that something had happened to Elrond or Celebrían. "My Lady? Is everything all right?"
She looked about the modest residence and turned her solemn gaze upon Erestor, "You had a vision did you not? One that has left you feeling empty and distressed?"
Erestor's eyes widened, he knew Galadriel had the gift, but he had no idea it was that strong. He cleared his throat and answered, "Aye, my Lady, just this morning."
She looked out the window to the East and her voice was tinged with sorrow, "He needs you Erestor, this is his most difficult task." She clutched her breast and a tear fell from her eye, "I feel his pain, his heart is breaking. I will try to sustain him until he arrives here, but I cannot keep him alive forever." She turned to face the Counselor, "He trusts you and cares for you, it is up to you to help him once he arrives, he will have no one else. You know of whom I speak, Erestor, part of him has bonded with you, that is why you feel as you do now."
Erestor dropped back into a chair by the door and was stunned. He turned his pale face to Galadriel and asked, "But what of Thranduil? What is to become of him?"
She shook her head as another tear fell from her eye, "I know not, he has chosen to make the ultimate sacrifice for our son, and for that, I will forever be in his debt. I do not imagine he will live long after Legolas has left him. I only hope he finds peace in death, for he so rarely had it in life." She sighed, "Life can be cruel, Erestor, those who least deserve it often suffer most. Thranduil did not deserve this. I suppose I bear part of the blame for his fate, and someday I hope to atone for it." She sank onto a low chaise beside the window and Erestor rose to join her.
He sat beside her and took her hand in his, "There must be another way, Lady. Surely, the Valar does not mean him to suffer death. Thranduil is strong, stronger than either of us know, there must be someone that can help him." His eyes widened, "Glorfindel! Glorfindel is still there. Can you contact him, or the Twins? They would not leave him to death, they would find him and help him."
Galadriel slowly shook her head, "I cannot reach Glorfindel, Erestor, he does not have the gift, and he does not serve me."
Erestor wracked his brain in a panic; he could not let his good friend die. "What of Elrohir or Elladan? Surely one of them has inherited the gift from you."
She shook her head again, "Elrohir possesses it, but he has not mastered it."
Erestor fell to his knees at her feet, taking both of her hands in his, "Please, my Lady, I am begging you, you cannot let this happen. Send me back, I will go, I will stay with him."
She smiled and caressed his face, "You are true and loyal friend to Thranduil, Erestor. But, you are needed here, Legolas will need you when he arrives." She looked up for a moment and her eyes narrowed, "Perhaps there is one who would be willing to help him, but it must be his choice." She rose from the chaise and smiled, "Do not worry, Counselor, I will not abandon the King to death." She left Erestor on the floor and quietly closed the door behind her.
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October 31st, 120, Fourth Age, Grey Havens, Lindon
Gildor Inglorian stood upon the docks over looking the Belegaer. His comrades moved back and forth about him, assuring their belongings were ready to go aboard the great ship. He looked to be in a trance and his lips whispered soundlessly, "I understand."
Edenglor placed a hand upon his Lord's shoulder, "We are ready, my Lord."
Gildor smiled, "There has been a change in our plans, Edenglor. I will not be accompanying you on the great ship."
The faithful Elf's eyes widened, "My Lord? What do you mean? This is the last ship, we have waited for this day for so long."
Gildor turned and walked from the dock, as he continued, "You will be sailing without me, I am to remain behind for sometime. I will join you on Valinor, just not now, not as we planned. I have more work to do here, meldir, my journey upon Middle Earth is not finished." He walked away from his loyal companion and left him speechless as he entered the great halls of Círdan.
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Elvish = English Translation:
Amin mela le = I love you
Ada = Father Iôn = Son~ Next Chapter ~
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