Title & Chapter Number: The Wake of a Mistake 1/3
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Hith a Naur
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from the Tolkien world. They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Warnings:
Betas: Silvara & Menel
Cast: Legolas/Haldir
Timeline: TA
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Haldir has come as Legolas hoped, but is the Prince ready to love again, even if it is his first love that asks for it?
Notes: This is the sequel to "Anywhere On My Own", and this is dedicated to Menel as well. She inspired this fic, helped me along with it and I hope it helps make the storyline feel more complete than leaving our dear Prince hanging like I did in the previous fic. ^^
They stood on the main stairs leading into the citadel. The Eryn Lasgalen party had arrived and was making their way up to the seventh tier. Haldir, standing beside Legolas, watched the younger Elf closely. It had been two days since the Prince had been told about the years he had been absent from Haldir's life. Legolas had been upset, but Haldir believed Legolas was more confused than angry. They had plenty of time, though, for Haldir to explain in intricate detail all that had transpired. Their conversation the day the advance runners had arrived had only touched on the surface of Haldir's life now.
~*~*~*~
He held onto the cool, slender hand in his own larger one and took a deep breath. "I met someone, Legolas, over a decade ago."
"Met... someone?" the Prince echoed.
Haldir nodded. "Aye. She," he intensified his grip on Legolas' hand when he felt the body next to him stiffen. "Please, listen to me, ernilen." He met Legolas' guarded gaze and pleaded with him silently. Finally, Legolas nodded.
"She was a beautiful blonde She-Elf from your father's kingdom. We found comfort in one another's arms and, over the course of several years, grew quite fond of one another." Haldir tuned away from the intense eyes of his long-time friend and looked out the large double-door balcony at the fading sun.
"The years passed without either she or I noticing and I decided I wished for her to join me in Rhûn Lórien. I still had my duties to Celeborn, still had my brothers and Orophin has his small daughter whom I am so fond of. We were never formally wed," he said, returning his gaze to Legolas' blank face. He sighed. "We lived as a wedded couple lived for only three years before she was taken with several other Elves by a remnant of Orcs and Uruk-hai. We searched everywhere for the party, Legolas, but when we found them, it was too late to do anything for them." Haldir felt his eyes fill with remembered pain and fought the tears that threatened to spill. "I cannot say that I loved her as I... loved the other in my life I have long desired. But, she holds a very sacred place within my heart, and I mourned her death. I still mourn her. She was a bright light in a very dark time for me and no immortal life should end as hers ended."
Legolas blinked a few times and then cleared his throat. "What dark time do you speak of? You did not seem so lost when Gimli and I passed through your realm during our travels." Legolas' tone was sour and he removed his hand from Haldir's grip.
Haldir's shoulders slumped. He was tired. "You passed through twenty-four years ago, Legolas. And you never returned. She came into my life six years after you left, long after I had given up hope that you would come back to me."
"Come back to you?" Legolas asked quietly when Haldir refused to meet his eyes.
"I loved you, Legolas. Just as I do now." It was a simple truth and one Haldir was pleased to finally part with.
Legolas' head turned sharply to him. "You loved me? You love me still?"
"I have loved you for several centuries."
"And you say this as if it's common knowledge. Why did you never speak of this with me?" Legolas stood and crossed his arms, his tone giving away his agitation.
Haldir looked up into the stormy eyes and shook his head. "I had rejected you when we first met and thought your feelings had changed over the years. Especially when you began your relationship with Silinde. It was about that time that I realized how much you meant to me, but you had chosen another as your lover and I could not come between the two of you."
"Silinde and I did not last but a few decades, Haldir. There are many years in between when you could have made your feelings known to me. I would have welcomed them."
"I am sure you would have. By the time I had found that you were no longer with Silinde, you had begun your relationship with Calan and he would not permit anyone to interfere with your romance. That affair, Legolas, lasted centuries and you were devastated when he left you to marry that Elf-maid. I could not have come to you then, either. You needed a friend, not another suitor.
"And when you came through Lothlórien with Aragorn as your lover, I lost all hope. Until you arrived in your father's kingdom with the Dwarf..."
"Heartbroken and in need of comfort. You could have eased my sorrow then, Haldir. You could have spoken of your love then and perhaps I would not have run away for thirty years."
Haldir stood up and glared at his friend. "Would you have believed me, Prince? Or would you have thought me cold for playing with your heart? I was right, was I not? There was no one you would have allowed to ease your pain. You were young, you loved me, and you would have eagerly given your body to me when you first entered the Golden Wood. But, you were my *friend*, Legolas. Someone I loved dearly and I would never have jeopardized the friendship we had. Had I come to you, in the wake of Aragorn and the love you shared with him, and professed my heart and love to you, you would have thought me false.
"No, Legolas. I could not have told you of my love until now. Our lives divided when the Lord and Lady were new to Lórien and now they have met again. Gwilith is gone; she passed away twelve years ago." Haldir stood up then and covered the short distance between them. He gently cupped the Prince's face and smiled at him. "Legolas, none of it can be undone; the choices we have made are made and nothing can change them. "
Legolas slowly shook his head. "But now we have new choices. We have a second chance, after all this time."
Haldir sighed. "Would that it were that simple."
"Why should it not be? I love you. Do not you love me?"
"Of course I do. I've never stopped loving you."
"Then what else is there?"
Haldir opened his mouth, but did not speak. He avoided Legolas' questioning stare, hoping that the conflict in his mind did not show on his face. "There are yet things which we must discuss, seron vell," he finally said. "But it is difficult for me, and we have time."
~*~*~*~
Haldir looked over the group waiting for the escort to arrive. The King and Queen stood in the center of the line. Arwen held Eldarion close to her breast while her two daughters clung to her skirts. Beside Aragorn was Faramir, chuckling at the wide-eyed innocence of his King's children. Haldir felt for the Steward; he and his wife had never conceived a child and he knew how much they had desired children. Instead, Eowyn and Faramir spoiled their King's children with the love they would have spent on their own.
Elladan and Elrohir guarded their sister; the Peredhil standing tall and proud in their silks and leather. The twins arrived the day before, wishing to see both their new nephew and their Grandfather. Legolas stood beside his cousin, occasionally speaking with Elrohir about their family, and then falling silent when he realized Haldir was watching him. Haldir stood at the end of the line; he clasped his hands tightly behind his back and nervously stepped from foot to foot. He was excited to see his family again; even a small separation, as the past two weeks had been, had been difficult for the March Warden.
The clip-clop of hooves sounded on the stone pathway and Haldir stood straighter, his heart beating madly in his chest. The standards of Rhûn Lórien and of Eryn Lasgalen fluttered in the cool morning breeze and a wide smile broke out on Haldir's face as the Elf he had called 'father' and his siblings came into view.
Celeborn dismounted after the large party of Elves stopped, and opened his arms to Haldir. The Guardian came down the stairs and embraced the Elf-lord. "Adar," he whispered. "I have missed you."
"Child, you have been gone but a mere two weeks!" Celeborn held Haldir close for a moment and then pulled back. Haldir was quickly pulled into a second embrace by a tall, willowy She-Elf with the palest golden hair Haldir had ever seen.
"Gelirwen," he sighed, breathing in her sweet scent.
"Ada brought Laschal with us," she whispered into his ear. As soon as she had said this, Haldir heard the high-pitched squeal and looked through his niece's curtain of hair.
Rumil was taking a wriggling Elfling from Orophin's grasp high on his horse. The child was young and had bright, clear blue eyes and silver-gold hair neatly braided in several plaits. Rumil brought the child to Arwen and Aragorn, bowing slightly.
"My Lord, my Lady, I would like to introduce my nephew, Laschal." The child nervously peered from behind his uncle's thigh and smiled sweetly.
"Mae govannen," came the hesitant, small voice.
Aragorn smiled. "Mae govannen, Master Laschal," he said warmly.
Rumil scooted Laschal over to the twins and said, "These are the Lady's brothers, Lord Elladan and Lord Elrohir."
Laschal's head tilted slightly. "They are the same, tôr-en-adan..."
The older Sinda chuckled and shook his head. "Nay, Laschal. Elladan is an accomplished warrior and Elrohir is a most respected healer. They may look the same, but they are very different in temperament and personality."
Elladan crouched in front of the small child, who could be no more than six or seven years in age, and smiled brightly. "My brother and I shall show you our differences later, pen-neth, if your Ada allows us time to play with you."
Laschal giggled and nodded, looking up with admiration at the dark-haired Elf. Rumil finally stood before Legolas and smiled warmly at him. "Ernilen," he said, bowing slightly. "Laschal, this is Prince Legolas, Thranduil's eldest."
The Elfling let out a loud squeal and latched onto the blond Prince's leg, much to Legolas' surprise. Rumil let out a loud laugh and called for the child. When he did not release the Wood Elf, Haldir finally stepped up.
"Laschal," he called quietly.
The child released Legolas' leg immediately and turned to run to the March Warden. "Ada! Ada! 'Phin let me hold Mith's reins, Ada!" The small bundle of energy was swept up in strong arms and hugged close. Haldir inhaled the clean, soft smell of his son and laughed.
"Did he now? Have you behaved for Ata'da?"
It was then the King of Eryn Lasgalen walked up. "He has been as well behaved as any child can be at his age." Thranduil's green eyes shone with adoration for the squirming child. The Elven-king did not seem to notice the odd glances he was afforded, especially by his own son, at calling the child his grandson.
Laschal pouted slightly at Thranduil. "Ata'da! I was good! I was!" Laschal looked petulantly at his father and squirmed. "Put me down, Ada." Haldir let the child fall to the ground and then dared to look up at his friends.
All were wide-eyed with open mouths. Rumil was still quietly laughing. Celeborn walked up to Arwen and embraced her, careful of the infant in her arms. "Arwen."
"Ata'da," she said, her confusion still evident in her tone.
Laschal rushed up and pulled on Celeborn's robes, his face full of indignation. "What is it, child?"
He glared at Arwen. "*My* Ata'da."
Thranduil laughed from behind Haldir. "He is quite possessive, Arwen. Laschal," he said, addressing the displeased child. "Celeborn is Arwen's Ata'da, too."
Laschal tilted his head as he took in the tall, dark woman dressed in deep burgundy. "But... she's *old*, Ata'da..." he said to Thranduil, turning curious eyes up at the blond King. "How can he be her Ata'da, too?"
The Sinda King picked the child up, batting his hands away from Celeborn's robes. "That is not a nice thing to say, pen-neth. Arwen is Celeborn's grandchild because her Naneth was his daughter."
Laschal seemed to think on this for a moment. "If he is my Ata'da, does that mean my Naneth was his daughter?"
Thranduil shook his head. "You already know your Naneth was not Celeborn's daughter, just as you know your Naneth was not my daughter, but your Ada is someone we consider to be as a son to us."
He looked at Arwen as only a child could and nodded gravely. "Then, I s'pose I can share him with you," he said graciously.
Arwen smirked and mock bowed to Laschal. "Thank you, my Lord, you are most kind," she teased.
Haldir looked up to meet Legolas' shocked expression.
Legolas crossed his arms and cocked his head. "Did you forget to mention something, mellonen?"
~*~*~*~
Haldir relaxed in the large, soft chair in Legolas' room while the Prince reclined on a great pile of overstuffed pillows. Haldir's son was with the twins, being entertained by them while the King and Queen caught up with Celeborn and Thranduil. This gave the two Elves some time to speak privately.
"I did not know how to tell you about him, Legolas."
"Laschal. Why that name, Haldir?" Legolas watched him closely and Haldir squirmed beneath his gaze.
"I wanted him to be named for one of the greatest beings to ever influence my life. I wanted to remember how much I cared for a Prince and how I wished he could have shared in the child's love."
Legolas thought for a moment. "Did you love her?"
"As much as I could. She was dear to me; do not doubt that. She never lacked for my attentions or affections and I rejoiced with her when she found herself with child." Haldir folded his hands in his lap and focused his eyes on his boots.
"It seems we were all shocked that you had a son. Did you tell no one?"
Haldir sighed. "Your father knew, for she was of his court. He offered to be as a grandfather to Laschal after he found out the child only had Celeborn; Gwilith's parents had long sailed for Valinor. I am a private Elf, Legolas; I did not wish to send out a birth announcement when the Elf who had given me such a wonderful gift had died before my eyes!" Haldir's tone had slowly heated, his sadness and guilt belying his serenity. He should have been with her; he should have protected her. The warrior had not been there when the beasts had preyed upon them and he had regretted it every moment since.
"You should have told *me*, Haldir." Legolas' temper was flaring as well.
The March Warden laughed bitterly and stood, pacing the small space. "When was I to tell you I was a father, Legolas? When you were going through Emyn Uial or traipsing through the Shire? Legolas, none of us knew where you were one day from the next! You left us all behind, forgot us in favor of traveling for thirty years with a *Dwarf*!"
Legolas shot up to his feet. "Gimli is my friend, Haldir. He saw me through the dark times, stood with me in war and in peace. Do not dishonor him."
"Dishonor him? Did you know that your father believed you and the Dwarf to be lovers?"
Legolas gasped. "I do not see the humor in that statement, Haldir."
"It was not meant to have any. But, I know I thought such a thing until you sent me that letter, calling me to your side."
"You did not have to come." Legolas' voice trembled slightly at the implication that he had summoned the Guardian.
"Yes, I did."
They stared at each other in silence, each weighing the options available to them. It was Haldir who finally spoke.
"I am sorry, Legolas, that I did not tell you of Laschal. It was cruel and cowardly of me to simply allow you to see him unaware of who he was to me." Haldir lowered his eyes and let out a long breath.
He jumped slightly when Legolas' hand came to rest on his shoulder. "He is beautiful, Haldir. Just like his Ada." The two Elves smiled at one another. "I would like time to know your son, beriadiren."
~*~*~*~
In the following weeks, Haldir fell into a daily routine with his son and his Prince. In the mornings, Laschal would go with Rumil and Orophin to the stables or the practice yards where the brothers would continue the young Elf's education. He was taught archery and riding on alternate days; the Galadhrim brothers were loath to break the boy's schedule. Some days, Haldir would bring Legolas with him and they would visit Laschal, aiding his brothers in his son's teachings. The child watched with wonder every time Legolas came near, almost pleading for the Wood Elf's attention. It was after such an afternoon that Legolas sat Haldir down by a fountain and asked why the boy took a stranger's word to heart.
"He is fond of you," Haldir said simply.
"'Fond' is not the term I would choose, Haldir. I just have to think back on how he greeted me when he first arrived and Rumil introduced him. Why does he treat me as he does?" Legolas splashed his hand into the cool, clear water, bringing the slick digits to his mouth. Haldir inwardly trembled as he watched Legolas wet his lips and then absently suck on his damp fingers.
"I told him of you. Regaled him with your adventures and antics over the centuries as he grew up. I spoke of a fair Elven Prince, his Ata'da's son, who captured the hearts of many Elves. I spun tales of your prowess with bow and knife; those were the stories that made him choose those weapons when Rumil decided to train him. He has worshipped you, Legolas, if only through the words of myself, Celeborn, and your family." Haldir scuffed the cobbled ground with his boot and smiled to himself. Yes, Laschal had grown up knowing all about the heir of Thranduil.
Legolas looked out over the city, taking in the splendor of the Anduin and the sun making it's descent in the horizon. Finally, he turned to Haldir. "I am fond of him myself," he said as he stood. "His lessons with Orophin should be over now. Shall we retrieve the young Master and see if he desires a bath?" Legolas extended his hand to Haldir, who laughed as he entwined his fingers with the slender, pale ones of the Prince.
"He will not come willingly, ernilen. I fear that, for one with Firstborn, he detests bathing." Haldir allowed Legolas to pull him from his position on the edge of the fountain and into the Wood Elf's embrace. Haldir looked down and slowly lowered his lips to Legolas', gifting the Prince's lush lips with a slow and lingering kiss.
"Ada! What are you doing to Lasvell?" The two broke apart and looked down into the innocent sapphire eyes of Laschal. Haldir narrowed his eyes as his brother came into sight, snickering at the intimate situation Haldir found himself in.
"We were just coming to find you, Lasdithen," Legolas said, using the endearment he alone had chosen for the child. Haldir's heart warmed to hear the two using more familiar terms when speaking to one another. Laschal had been the first to choose a name to call 'his' Legolas, and the Prince had taken it in stride and had chosen something special for Laschal. Now, those names were all they referred to each other as.
The child smiled and reached up, indicating that he wished to be held. Haldir opened his mouth to tell Laschal that he was too old to be carted around like an infant, but Legolas released him and bent down, taking the child into his arms. Haldir sighed and rolled his eyes. "You are spoiling him, mellonen."
"I have a lot of catching up to do." He smirked and turned his attention to the golden-haired child. "Do I not, Lasdithen?" Laschal nodded enthusiastically, giggling and squirming when Legolas attacked him with kisses.
Orophin raised an eyebrow at Haldir, nodding his head to the happy duo. Haldir smiled brightly in response. For the first time in many years, Haldir felt complete and content, joy filling his heart and making him wish to sing. Instead, he turned his eyes back to his filthy son. "Laschal, Legolas and I were coming to fetch you for a bath before the evening meal."
Laschal shook his head, pushing away from Legolas' chest. "No!"
Legolas held on to the boy and said sternly, "If you do not cooperate, Laschal, then there will be no dessert for you and I will not help you with your bow work tomorrow morning." Laschal's eyes went wide when Legolas used his given name. He always knew when he was pushing Legolas' patience when the Prince used his name. "Now, will you come with your Ada and I and take your bath?"
The child nodded solemnly, earning a small chuckle from the adults. Haldir reached out and Laschal hopped effortlessly from Legolas to his father. "Come then, ûanen."
The three Elves and child entered the main hall, chatting while Laschal rested his head tiredly upon his father's shoulder. Orophin bid them farewell shortly before reaching Haldir's chambers and Laschal insisted that Legolas help him bathe. Father and son headed immediately to the bathing chamber while Legolas retrieved spare clothes. Haldir looked up from the nude child and smiled. "Hannen le, Legolas."
The Prince smiled and began to undress. It had become habit for the three to bathe together. Legolas always kept a spare set of clothes in Haldir's rooms now and Laschal was much calmer when his Lasvell was present. The Wood Elf entered the basin and spread his legs slightly and motioned for Haldir to hand him the child. "Up and in, pen-'waur," Haldir said as he placed the soiled Elf into his friend's arms. Haldir slid in opposite of the pair and smiled at them. It looked as if he and Legolas had mated; the pale, golden child with dark blue eyes looked as if they had both sired him.
Legolas washed Laschal's hair, tickling the boy when the suds slipped into his eyes. Haldir scrubbed his son's slippery body, bestowing his own round of tickles to Laschal's tender sides. Legolas quickly washed himself and exited the pool while Haldir rinsed the child and then handed the dripping body to the blond Elf, who wrapped Laschal up in a thick towel and led him into the main bedroom. Haldir washed his own hair and it was when he had stood to rinse his body that he heard a soft-spoken conversation in his bedroom.
"Lasvell?"
"Yes, Lasdithen?"
Haldir pulled the stopper from the bottom of the basin and toweled himself off, peeking around the corner of the bathing chamber door. Laschal sat on the edge of his bed, dressed in a long shirt and simple leggings. Legolas kneeled behind the child wearing only his loose trousers, placing simple plaits in the boy's hair. Tears stung Haldir's eyes looking at the scene.
"Do you love me?" Such a simple question, but one that caused Haldir's breath to halt.
Legolas' fingers stilled on the braid he had been weaving and his eyes became distant for a moment. Haldir remained hidden, but watched intently, waiting for an answer from his friend.
Legolas released the lock of hair and scooted around to look the child in the face. "Aye, Lasdithen, I love you very much." Legolas kissed Laschal's forehead and the child giggled, wrapping his chubby, short arms around the Prince's neck, hugging him with all the ferocity one his age and size could muster.
Haldir watched Legolas' eyes close and he returned the embrace. After a few moments, Legolas pulled back. "Come now, Lasdithen. If I do not complete your plaits, we shall be late for dinner." Laschal nodded and went back to playing with the hem of his shirt while Legolas completed the braids.
"Do you love Ada?"
Once again, Legolas' fingers stilled and he paled. Haldir was about to walk in, sparing Legolas the uncomfortable situation when the Wood Elf answered the child softly. "I love your Ada dearly, pen-neth." He went back to the last plait he had been working on. "He has been a close friend for many, many years and has seen me through many dangers and much sorrow."
"Does Ada make you happy?" Bright eyes turned up to meet uncertain ones. Haldir could not move from his spot, curiosity winning over his sense of honor. He wanted to know where his son was going with this conversation.
"That is an odd question, Lasdithen. Of course your Ada makes me happy. Why do you ask?"
"Because, you make him happy. He never smiled much before I saw him here with you. You make him smile. Ada should smile more and... since you make him so happy... and you make me happy... and you love us both..."
"Come, Laschal, make your point." Legolas had moved to sit in front of the squirming child.
"Why don't you live with us?"
Legolas laughed gently. "Oh, Lasdithen, I would like that very much, but such a thing is a decision your Ada and I would have to make together. But, it is nice to know that, should he and I wish to alter our living arrangements, we have your blessing." He kissed Laschal's cheek again and that was when Haldir chose to enter the room.
"Well, ûanen, are you ready for dinner?" he said cheerfully, tossing his towel aside and pulling on the leggings Legolas had chosen for him. He was conscious of Legolas' eyes on him as he laced his leggings and willed himself not to become aroused under that intense gaze.
"Aye, Ada!" The child hopped from his position next to Legolas and skipped over to his father. "Lasvell put plaits in my hair, just like his!"
Legolas unfolded himself from the bed and joined father and son. "Or, will be just like mine as I have yet to plait my hair, Lasdithen. Patience."
Laschal continued to chatter while the adults dressed and the stream of words did not stop as they entered the dining room where the family met when they wished to dine privately. "Aewithen," Haldir teased. "Cease your squawking!"
The group assembled chuckled and the embarrassed child ran into the arms of Thranduil. "Oh, be still, child," the great King soothed. "Your Ada is right. Hush your chattering and allow us some peace to speak with one another."
Laschal nodded against his Ata'da's shoulder and was handed off to the governess who fed the children at a separate table. Haldir was constantly aware of Legolas' presence, the small conversation between Laschal and Legolas replaying in his mind all through dinner.
~*~*~*~
Laschal had long since been put to bed and the two Elves sat silently before the dim firelight, each lost in their own thoughts. Haldir sipped from is goblet and allowed his eyes to roam the figure of the Prince. As if sensing the elder Elf's gaze, Legolas turned and met his gaze.
"You have been silent since the bath, meldir. Is something ailing you?"
Haldir looked away, clenching his jaw. He would have to admit his discourtesy. "I overheard you speaking with my son after his bath."
Legolas just nodded and return to watching the flames in the hearth.
"I have never thought you to lie, ernilen, but I must ask you: did you lie when you told him you loved him?" Haldir sat forward in his seat, scrutinizing the reaction of his friend.
"No, I did not lie to Laschal," he said quietly. Eyes, almost black in the low light, met his. "About anything."
"I cannot deepen our relationship, meldir."
Legolas' brow furrowed. "Why?"
Haldir sighed and sunk into the plush cushion of his chair. "I cannot risk harm to Laschal."
The Prince sat up straighter and glared at him. "Hurt him? That is a foolish excuse, Haldir."
"Is it?" Haldir put his glass down. "What will you be to him, Legolas? His playmate? Teasing and loving him until he is a nuisance? I do not wish for his heart to break when you decide you have had enough of him."
"I love him."
"Now."
"Always."
Haldir looked away, his heart crying for him to just give in. But, his son meant more to him that a bedmate. "You told me you disliked children, Legolas. You found that they were more trouble than you had ever thought one so small could be. What could have possibly changed? Do you not love Eldarion or his sisters?"
"Of course I love them!"
Quietly, Haldir stood and walked to where the Wood Elf knelt on the floor. Legolas' face was flushed with embarrassment and anger. "But, you spoke against them, said you disliked children and thought it was fortunate you did not favor maids and would thus, not be placed in a position to deal with them."
"I did not mean it that way," Legolas mumbled.
"What did you mean?"
"Laschal is different."
Haldir raised an eyebrow. "How can he be different? He is no older than little Merilin and much more energetic than the subdued girl who pulls at your hair when she places ribbons in your braids."
Legolas looked away and Haldir almost missed the next words to pass his lips. "Because, he is your son."
The older Sinda knelt in one swift motion and capture the younger one's face in his hands. "Aye, he is my son and I love him more than my own life. He is as much my strength as he is my weakness. I never knew how weak I was, how strong I was, until the Healer placed the infant in my arms. He consumes my life, Legolas; he is all I have in this world that is mine. I will only share him with one who can see that, one who feels that same duality of light and dark when looking at his innocent face. Do you understand, ernilen vuil?"
Legolas shook his head as much as he could in Haldir's tight grip. Haldir released the Prince and stood. "You should go, Legolas. It is late and Laschal always wakes with the dawn. I need to rest."
As Legolas was leaving Haldir called out to him. "When... *if* you figure it out, Legolas, if you find you know what I am speaking of, we will be here."
~*~*~*~
English/Elvish:
*Ernilen : My Prince
*Seron vell : Dear lover (beloved)
*Pen-neth : Young one
*Laschal : Hidden leaf
*Tôr-en-adan : Brother of my father (Uncle)
*Lasvell : Strong leaf (endearment)
*Lasdithen : Little leaf (endearment)
*Uanen : My monster
*Pen-'waur : Dirty one
*Aewithen : Little bird
*Ernilen vuil : My dear Prince~ Next Chapter ~
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