Title & Chapter Number: Farewells and New Beginnings 7/17
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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…)
November 11th, 120, Fourth Age, Alqualondë, Valinor
There was a large welcoming party for the final ship to arrive from Middle Earth. A celebration was planned for the evening and banners were flying in the breeze. Elf-maids waited on the docks, armed with baskets of flowers to toss upon the last remaining Elves to come home. Legolas stood upon the decks of the ship as the shuttle boats left the docks to carry the passengers to land. As the first shuttle boat arrived at the ship, trumpets sounded upon shore and the crowed swelled. Legolas and his friend Gimli were the first to depart the great ship, as they were war heroes and Legolas was of royal blood. Erestor awaited the first boat nervously, he was afraid of what he would see when Legolas stepped upon shore, afraid of what sort of toll the separation from his beloved father had taken. He held a bouquet of flowers behind his back and suddenly felt foolish, but he resolved to hold on to them anyway. As the small boat pulled alongside the dock, he watched the Dwarf scramble out first then help his friend out. Erestor's breath caught in his chest as he watched the Elf clasp the Dwarf's shoulder to steady himself, then slowly walk forward as handfuls of flowers fell upon them.
The normally reserved Counselor pushed through the crowd of revelers, dropping the flowers, suddenly desperate to get to his old friend. All the years of their separation suddenly weighed upon him, and he felt that if he had to spend one more moment separated from Legolas he would surely die. As he broke through the crowd, his eyes met the breathtakingly beautiful blue gaze of his dearest friend. He watched Legolas' lips tremble as he broke into a smile. Erestor rushed forward and took the Prince in his arms, the gaping hole in his heart filled at last.
"Oh, Legolas, a'maelamin, it is so very good to see you." He pressed kisses to the Prince's cheek.
Legolas felt fresh tears fall from his eyes again, "Oh, Erestor, thank the Valar you are here. I…"
Erestor clutched him tight and stroked his hair, "Ssshh, meleth nín, I know, I know what you have been through, I felt it all."
Legolas whispered, "He is not dead yet, I can still feel him, I feel his pain as surely as I feel my own. I do not want him to suffer, Erestor. Yet, I do not want him to die…"
Erestor felt his own tears fall, wetting the Prince's tunic, "Your father is strong, Legolas. He will not give up, he will go on, he will survive this, just as you will."
Legolas pulled back and stared into the Counselor's gray eyes, "But I have you, he has no one, he is alone."
Erestor smiled weakly, "I have the feeling he is not alone, a'maelamin, he has one looking after him."
Legolas smiled in return, "I hope you are right," he caressed the Counselor's face, "Take me home, a'maelamin."
Erestor smiled, "Yes, of course." He motioned to a few of Elrond's staff and had them take charge of the crates of personal effects that had arrived from Mirkwood. Gimli quickly took charge of instructing the staff, trying to find a way to be helpful. Erestor placed a steadying arm around Legolas and led him to their carriage.
~*~*~*~
Galadriel stood upon the balcony of Elrond's home, looking toward the sea. "He is here, he is safe." She looked at the stone floor and sighed, "It is up to Erestor now, I hope he is strong enough, for both their sakes."
Elrond sipped his tea and nodded. "Shall we try again?"
Galadriel turned and faced him, "Yes, and we shall not stop until we succeed. No one separates my family, not after everything we have been through."
He reached across the table and took his wife's hand before looking back at Galadriel, "Tomorrow then?"
The Lady of Light smiled and nodded. She left her daughter and son-in-law alone on the balcony.
~*~*~*~
Legolas lay in Erestor's arms as the Noldo softly and slowly caressed his hair. They lay upon a low chaise on his terrace, the cool afternoon breeze drifted across the balcony. Legolas had not realized how tired he was until Erestor's arms held him. He practically melted into the Noldo, his body conforming to him.
Erestor whispered, "Are you hungry, meleth nín?"
Legolas shook his head, "No. I just want you, Erestor, it feels so good to be in your arms."
Erestor pressed a soft kiss to the Prince's head, "I want you to stay here forever, Legolas, never leave my arms again."
Legolas looked up at his lover-friend, "What of your warrior, meldiramin?"
Erestor smiled, "You are my warrior, Legolas." He sighed, "I suppose I will always love Glorfindel in some way, but I no longer yearn for him as I once did."
Legolas laid his head back down, "I do not know if I will ever stop yearning for my father, Erestor, I will never stop loving him."
Erestor leaned his cheek against Legolas' head. "Of course not, a'maelamin, the bond you shared can never be broken…" his voice trailed off as he decided not to finish his thought.
Legolas squeezed him tight, "Thank the Valar for you, Erestor. I do not know what I would do without you."
Erestor pressed another soft kiss to his head, "Shall I help you unpack?"
Legolas sighed, "Not just yet. I want to just lie here in your arms, a'maelamin. You bring me peace, as much as there can be for me now."
The Counselor closed his eyes and prayed that his dear friend would find away to break free of his grief.
~*~*~*~
December 15th, 120, Fourth Age, Eryn Lasgalen
"I said get out, Nadorhuan!"
Gildor ducked as the tray of fruit flew through the air, narrowly missing his head. He growled and took a deep breath, Thranduil was indeed the most infuriating Elf he had ever known. "For the last time, I said no. Stop behaving like a spoiled Elfling and get out of that bed!"
Thranduil pulled the covers over his head, the temper tantrum he was in the midst of was a sure sign to his caretaker that he was feeling better, at least physically.
The Noldo stalked toward the bed, grasping the sheets and ripping them from the King's clutches. He reached across and grabbed Thranduil by the leg, dragging him from the bed.
Thranduil growled, "What do you think you are doing?"
Gildor grappled with the King, who was both taller and heavier than he, struggling to haul him from the bed. "You are taking a bath! Never have I seen an Elf with such a lack of concern when it comes to cleanliness. Lle holma ve' edan!"
"Who cares what I smell like? Perhaps if I smell bad enough, you will leave then!" Thranduil grabbed for the edge of the bed but just missed it.
"Ai, where is Glorfindel when I need him?" Gildor grumbled. "My Lord, I must insist, either you come willingly or I will drag you to the bath myself."
"Amin delotha lle!" Thranduil spat.
"Of course you do, you spoiled, impudent Elf!" Gildor succeeded in extracting the King from his bed and locked his arms around him, pinning the King's arms to his sides and struggled outside with him. The two Elves came crashing through the door and staggered a few steps before tumbling headlong into the hot spring.
Thranduil broke free upon hitting the water and began to scramble out when he heard the Noldo moan. He looked back to see Gildor floating upon the surface, bright red blood spreading out around him in the water. "Ai! Gildor!" He quickly waded across to him, lifting him from the water and seeing a large gash above his eye. He dragged Gildor from the water and back into his chamber, laying him upon the floor as he staggered to his bureau. He was exhausted from the struggle and dragging the soaking wet Noldo back inside. He rifled through his drawers and found some bandages and ointment for the wound. He looked around quickly for something to make a compress with, and finally reached up and tore the drapery from the pole, wadding it up and pressing it against the wounded Elf's head to stop the bleeding. "By Elbereth, look what you have done now… as if I were not in enough trouble, now I will suffer an eternity in torment for killing Galadriel's henchman. Manwë will most likely increase punishment now."
Gildor moaned and glowered from underneath the wad of silk Thranduil had pressed to his head. He groaned, "Ai, Thranduil, you used the drapery? Could you not find something better?"
Thranduil fell upon his backside in the floor and grumbled, "You son of an Orc, I thought I had killed you!" Gildor groaned again as he slowly sat up, removing the wadded silk from his head. He put his hand out to steady himself and toppled sideways. Thranduil crawled to him and grabbed him under the arms, struggling to his feet and hauling him onto the bed. "Now lay still and let me tend to that cut." He carefully applied the salve and bandaged the Noldo's head. "There, it should be better in a few days, then you can leave."
He moved to rise from the bed when Gildor caught him by the arm. "Thranduil…"
The King turned to look back at him, "What?"
Gildor smiled sadly, "You once cared for me, did you not?"
Thranduil sat back down and sighed, "Yes, Gildor, I did, and still do, to be truthful."
Gildor reached up and caressed his face as the King closed his eyes, "Then why do you send me away? Do you not understand that it hurts me? Do you not understand that I had the option to leave? It was my choice to stay. Will you send me away now, after it is too late for me to go home?"
Tears fell from the King's eyes, "Why, Gildor? Why did you stay? I am broken, meldir. I do not know if I will ever be whole again. What good can I be to you? I can only cause you pain."
Gildor sat up and wrapped his arms around his friend, whispering in his ear, "No, Thranduil, your loss would cause me more. Let me help you, let me comfort you, let me be your friend." He brushed the ring that pierced the King's left nipple and whispered, "We were friends once, I used to make you sigh and moan, I used to give you such pleasure, you used to want me. Can you not want me again?"
Thranduil felt a dull ache in his loins, one he had not felt since Legolas left. His heart still ached for his son, his body still yearned for him, though it was hopeless. Here was one he did care for, one who did bring him much pleasure, one who cared for him still. He turned to look at his good friend, and placed a gentle kiss upon his wounded head. "Lie still, Gildor. I think neither you nor I are in any condition to even consider it. I am going to bathe and find some clean, dry sheets. You stay here, I will return." He paused by the door and looked back, "Would you sleep with me tonight, Gildor?"
Gildor smiled and nodded, "Aye, my Lord. I will stay here with you."
Thranduil managed a sad smile and left the room.
~*~*~*~
Elvish = English translation:
A'maelamin = Beloved
Meleth nín = My love
Nadorhuan = Cowardly dog
Lle holma ve' edan = You smell like a human Amin delotha lle = I hate you~ Next Chapter ~
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