Title & Chapter Number: The Weeping of the Trees (Part 1 of the 'Pilgrim' story arc) 12/12
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: The Woodland Chronicles
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Middle-earth and all its inhabitants are Tolkien's, not mine. I'd risk bankruptcy to own Legolas, though. How much would he cost me? Would they give me Haldir as a bonus? Or at least for a reduced price... A girl can dream, right?
Warnings: Incest! Don't like it? Don't read it! Simple. Also: consensual bondage, heavy sap, and angst.
Betas: Jilly! You rock! Yes, you do!
Cast: Elladan/Elrohir, slightly Legolas/Thranduil, Elladan/Elrohir/OC, Elladan/Elrohir/Thranduil implied. Oh, and Haldir's there, too. :-)
Timeline: Third Age, approx. 440 years prior to the Fellowship.
Spoilers: Nope, I don't think so.
Summary: Elladan and Elrohir travel to King Thranduil's court in Mirkwood to attend the feast celebrating Legolas's coming of age. Not only will this event change the young Prince's life forever, but that of several other Elves as well.
Notes: Dedicated to Elisa and Jilly. You have both inspired me, in your own way. Thanks!
Epilogue: A Pilgrim Begins His Journey
The party of Lórien Elves was still under the trees of Mirkwood when they set up camp that night. Legolas had been silent most of the day, and he was the first Elf to leave the fire, around which all were gathered, and seek out his sleeping blankets. Haldir watched him go, silent.
As the Moon rode higher in the sky and the fire grew smaller, more and more Elves left the fire to stretch themselves upon their provisional beds. Only the Elves who had been appointed by Haldir to keep guard during the night, stayed up, their weapons close.
Haldir's eyes drifted back to the Prince's form on the ground. He lay a little separated from the others, his back to the fire. He seemed to be asleep, but the rhythm of his breathing told Haldir that he was only pretending. An hour passed. All were sound asleep, except for two guards, Haldir, and... Legolas.
Haldir then stood and silently moved over to the Prince, ignoring the guards' surprised stares. He knelt behind Legolas and was not surprised to see the young Elf's eyes wide open and staring emptily into the darkness. He gave no sign that he noticed Haldir's presence, but neither did he startle when Haldir touched his shoulder. He gave no reaction at all.
For a little while, Haldir sat by Legolas and wordlessly stroked the Prince's hair in an attempt for comfort. Still no reaction came. When Haldir, in the end, wanted to stand and go back to the fire, Legolas moved for the first time. He reached back for Haldir's retreating hand, caught it and held it. Haldir, understanding the silent plea, took his former, kneeling position and continued to stroke Legolas's hair. He did not try to keep track of time as he sat there, but when Legolas's breathing finally slowed to a genuine sleeping rhythm, the stars were fading already. Yet Haldir felt no fatigue; he was used to sleepless nights, and so he continued to sit by the young prince he was now responsible for, hoping that Legolas's dreams were peaceful and pondering the words Thranduil had spoken to him.
Overhead, the stars faded into a new sky of August blue. Another day of travelling lay ahead. Lórien was still far away, but Haldir already felt her call in his heart. As he gazed down at the sleeping Legolas, he heard the trees of Mirkwood whisper around them. Legolas shifted in front of him, but his sleep was not disturbed.
When the camp began to stir that morning, Haldir could still be seen sitting there. He felt the inquisitive glances pricking in his back but paid them no heed. He wondered what this Mirkwood prince had in store for Lórien, for Middle-earth. But he knew that only time could tell. Only time could tell what this young pilgrim's path would be.
The first rays of sun peeked over the horizon. A new day had come. A new day for this party of Lórien politicians, their guard and their young Mirkwood companion, who was leaving his homeland for the first time, to explore the world beyond.
The End. (to be continued in the sequel, Wish Upon The Stars)
~*~*~*~
Pilgrim, how you journey
on the road you choose
to find out why the winds die
and where the stories go.
All days come from one day
that much you must know,
you cannot change what's over
but only where you go.One way leads to diamonds,
one way leads to gold,
another leads you only
to everything you're told.
In your heart you wonder
which of these is true;
the road that leads to nowhere,
the road that leads to you.Will you find the answer
in all you say and do?
Will you find the answer
in you?Each heart is a pilgrim,
each one wants to know
the reason why the winds die
and where the stories go.
Pilgrim, in your journey
you may travel far,
oh pilgrim it's a long way
to find out who you are...~ lyrics to 'Pilgrim' by Enya
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