Title & Chapter Number: Farewells and New Beginnings 14/17
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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:
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, Zee, Ninie, and L.K. (and yes, I cried like a baby when I wrote it…)
December, 1999, 20th Century, Tirion, Valinor
Legolas sat upon the ground in the woods outside the home he shared with Erestor. Imladris former Counselor was now an advisor to Elrond in his position as Lord of Tirion. While Elrond did not rule the city exclusively, he was one of a member of ruling elves in democratic government. Legolas, as a war hero and member of a royal family, was offered a position but he turned it down. He never had a wish to be anything other than what he was, a warrior and his father's son. Here in Valinor he found he was neither; no warriors were needed and his father was not there. There were few that spoke of Thranduil of Mirkwood. Most assumed he had passed on to the Halls of Mandos over a millennia ago. It was if all had forgotten his rule and his valiant service in two wars against Sauron. It was as if he never existed to anyone, other than his son, and Erestor. Legolas suffered in silence, longer than he believed possible. Each day, each hour that passed was filled with an aching, ceaseless emptiness that was slowly consuming his spirit.
He held in his lap an ornately carved cedar box that was as old as Arda itself. He closed his eyes and slowly ran his hands over the carved top, the scene embroidered upon his memory. A host of elves upon horseback, galloping through Greenwood, bows drawn upon a warg. >From his earliest days, he had grown up knowing battle and strife; violence was a daily event in the great wood. Thranduil had done his best to raise his son in a world filled with danger and shadow, he sheltered him until he could do so no longer. When the day came, Thranduil himself taught Legolas to shoot his bow, to ride and fight, and wield knives with deadly accuracy and skill. Thranduil had made him all he was, warrior, Prince, lover; the golden King had been the center of his universe all his life.
Tears fell from his eyes as he whispered, "Amin mela le, Ada. I miss you so." He opened the box that had been left untouched since his arrival in Valinor. A sob escaped him as he lifted the mithril crown from its case and held it up in the bright sunlight.
"I am Legolas, Son of Thranduil, King of Greenwood the Great. Proud and honorable Sindar and noble King, warrior and father, protector of his kin, and a kind and generous elf. There is no greater King, no better father, no stronger warrior, and no kinder lover in all the world. I am proud to be your son, proud to have been your lover, and proud to have fought by your side."
He placed the crown back in the box and closed the lid, tears flowing freely from his eyes and his body wracked with grief. "It will not be much longer now, Ada. I will pass soon, I only hope you are there waiting for me." He lay down upon the soft cool grass and wrapped his arms about his waist and pulled his knees to his chest, and cried. He cried as he had not done since he was a child. "I miss you, Ada." He sobbed, "I cannot go on like this, I am not strong enough, I do not want to feel this way any longer."
~*~*~*~
Erestor returned from the Council halls and looked about their home for his lover. He stepped out upon the terrace and looked across the meadow, and was about to turn to go back inside when he saw a small lump in the grass. His breath caught in his chest and he vaulted over the railing, landing upon the ground some twenty feet below. He raced across the meadow, his heart racing, his limbs trembling. "Gods, no… please, no… Legolas!" He had not ran so hard since Dagorlad, racing across the field, leaping over rocks and bushes until he fell to his knees at his lover's side. "Legolas, oh please, a'maelamin, wake up. Wake up, meleth nín…"
The Prince's flesh was cold to the touch, his breathing shallow, and his eyes clouded. He gathered him into his arms and raced back to the house, running as fast as he could, carrying his lover. He kicked the door to their chamber open and laid Legolas upon the bed. He was near hysterical as he threw blankets over the Prince's limp body, trying to warm him. A sharp rap at the door tore him away from his beloved and he opened it to find Elrond standing before him.
The elf Lord's brow was furrowed, an expression of deep concern upon his face. "Erestor? I sensed something was…" The Noldo grabbed him by the arm, dragging him to the bedroom.
"Please, my Lord. It is Legolas, he has fallen ill. I found him outside, he is unconscious and I cannot get him to respond. Please…"
Elrond looked upon the form of the Prince and his heart stopped. **Oh no, he is gone.** He approached the bed, each step feeling as if it were harder to take. He leaned over the bed, certain the elf was gone, when he saw his chest slowly shudder.
~*~*~*~
December, 1999, 20th Century, Vienna, Austria
Elrohir awoke in a cold sweat, his chest heaving, palms sweating. "No…" he whispered.
Elladan sat up and placed an arm around his twin, "Elrohir? What is it, meleth nín?"
Elrohir closed his eyes and in his mind he groped through the darkness, **Where are you? Where have you gone? Legolas!**
~*~*~*~
December, 1999, 20th Century, Tirion, Valinor
Elrond sat upon the bed, his hands upon the Prince, fighting to hold on to what was left of his faded spirit. "It is not your time yet, meldiramin. Legolas, after all you have been through, do not give up hope now. This is not what he wants. He will not be waiting for you, he is still alive. Please, Legolas, hear me, come back…"
Erestor sat beside him, hands wadded in his lap, rocking slowly back and forth. He whispered a prayer to Manwë, "Please, I cannot lose him, please…" A sharp intake of breath caused the Noldo to snap his head around as he saw the Prince open his eyes.
Legolas looked into Elrond's pale gray eyes, "Why? Why did you bring me back? Why did Mandos send me back?"
Elrond took a deep breath and patted the Prince's hand in his own. "It is not your time, Legolas. Mandos sent you back for one reason and one reason only…" he turned and looked at Erestor and rose to his feet, leaving the Counselor and his lover alone.
~*~*~*~
December, 1999, 20th Century, Vienna, Austria
Elrohir's eyes snapped open to Elladan shaking him by the shoulders. He looked at his brother who sighed in relief and wrapped his arms around him.
"By Elbereth, Elrohir, you scared the life out of me. What just happened?"
Elrohir slowly shook his head and smiled tiredly. "I am fine, gwador. I am sorry I frightened you." He wrapped his arms around Elladan's waist and hugged him tight. "Never leave me, Elladan. Promise you will never leave me."
Elladan caressed his brother's hair and kissed his face. "Never, Elrohir, I will never leave you."
~*~*~*~
December, 1999, 20th Century, Tirion, Valinor
Legolas awoke some hours later from a deep sleep. He felt heavy, as if he was sinking into the bed. He rolled to his side and saw his lover staring at him, his gray eyes clouded with worry.
"Why did you do that, Legolas? Why did you try to leave me that way?"
Legolas reached out with a trembling hand and caressed his lover's face. "I am sorry, a'maelamin. I am so weary, so empty, I could not stand it any longer."
Tears fell from Erestor's eyes. "I know I am no substitute for him. I know you could never love me the way you did him. But am I of no comfort? Have I not been enough to make you want to hold on?"
Legolas reached out with arms that felt like lead, and drew the Noldo into them, holding him tight. "Please forgive me, meleth nín. I was weak, I was scared, I am scared…"
Erestor pressed his face into the Prince's hair. "What are you frightened of, meleth nín? What is it that scares you enough to make you leave me?"
Legolas swallowed, tears stinging the back of his eyes. "I am scared of letting him go." He broke down in tears as his lover held him tight, pressing soft kisses to his face and hair.
~*~*~*~
Elvish = English
Amin mela le = I love you
Ada = Father
A'maelamin = Beloved
Meleth nín = My love
Meldiramin = My friend
Gwador = Brother~*~*~*~
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