Title & Chapter Number: Finding One's Roots 9/38
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Heather Lynn's Page
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of J R R Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and Tolkien Enterprises. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: SEX!!!
Betas: None
Cast: Legolas/OFC
Timeline: FotR AU
Spoilers: FotR Perhaps
Summary: This story begins in the year 3019 (S.R. 1419). The Ring is destroyed and Sauron has been overthrown. Théoden has been laid to rest. The Hobbits, Aragorn, Gandalf, the Lord and Lady of Lórien and their people, and Master Elrond and his people have departed Isengard. Legolas and Gimli have gone their own way to Fangorn Forest.
Notes: While writing this, I followed the Tolkien's books and the two movies and made up a few things as well. My timeline does not coincide with the books, only to try to keep things short! I hope the translations are correct, if not please email me so I can make any necessary repairs. I hope to add drawings soon, having just moved I will need some time. I hope you enjoy my first fan fic I've ever written, please let me know what you think! This fan fic was also part of the www.haldir-lives.org Fan Fic Challenge.
Jelena thought her head would explode when she got up the next day. She rolled over and saw the empty bedroll next to her, bringing back memories from the night before. Gimli was laying there with his arm thrown across his face. "Remind me to never drink Lórien wine again!" he muttered and let out a deep groan. "Legolas drank twice as much as I did! How can he be up already?"
"He didn't sleep here last night," Jelena said with sadness in her voice.
Gimli uncovered his eyes and faced her. "Did something happen between…"
She shook her head. She didn't even know what to think about last night. "His father sent one of the eagles from the mountains for him last night. I guess it was urgent. I didn't even get to say goodbye to him."
"Well, we should be there in three days, lass."
Three days!!! But she had so much she needed to talk with him about.
Gimli tried to sit up and let out a howl. "By the Gods! My head!"
"Does all that noise make you feel any better, Dwarf?" snarled Haldir, still in his bedroll with Lirimaer, who swatted him for snapping at Gimli.
"Well, if it makes you feel worse, then I guess it does make me feel better!" Gimli retorted.
"Will you both please stop?! I think we could all use a break from noise and arguing this morning," Lirimaer said. "Haldir, would you please be a love and get us some fresh cold water?" she asked with her sweetest smile. Haldir let out a grumble, got up holding his head and left the tent. Lirimaer let out a sigh of relief. "I just can't move right now! How are you feeling Jelena?"
"Like someone hit me in the head with a large rock! And the way I feel I wish they would do it again to put me out of my misery!"
~*~*~*~
The eagle brought Legolas to his father's kingdom by sunrise. He found his father in the great hall upon his carved wood throne. His father stood up. "What is this I hear of you bringing a dwarf into my realm?"
"Mae govannen, Ada. It is wonderful to see you as well. Yes, I am traveling with my friend, Gimli, who happens to be a dwarf."
Thranduil stared at his son with steel grey eyes, looking into the face that closely mirrored his own. But looks were the only thing that they had in common. "Friend or not, why did you bring it to Eryn Lasgalen? Dwarves are not welcome here."
Legolas returned his father's cold stare. "He has a name! Gimli, son of Glion. Perhaps you remember how you treated his father several years ago, locking him in your prison after accusing him of attacking our people, when they were looking for food and shelter!" Legolas took a deep breath and calmed down, trying not to let his father get to him. "Why is it you have summoned me?"
"It has been close to a year since I sent you to Rivendell with the message for Elrond. Then I am told that you are out gallivanting around Arda," Legolas rolled his eyes at this comment, knowing his father was baiting him on. "Now that you are home, it is time for you to begin your Princely duties. As you know, my kinsman, Celeborn is on his way with his troops. We are to have a celebration like no other! I want you to assist in organizing the lodging for Celeborn and the troops."
"And what about Lady Galadriel?" Legolas gave his father a nonchalant glance. "Is she to stay in the wood with the spiders?" Thranduil took a deep breath and stuck his chin into the air.
"I am full aware that she is traveling with Celeborn. I do not need you to remind me. Please, Legolas. They will be here in a few days. Do as I say without any argument." Thranduil walked towards the doors and called over his shoulder. "It is good to have to home, Son."
He sat on the steps leading up to his father's throne. His head was aching fiercely. Legolas was glad that no mention was made of Jelena, not while the memory of her kiss was still fresh upon his lips. He wondered how his friends were fairing. His thoughts went back to Jelena and their kiss. He closed his eyes, remembering the softness of her lips and how they tasted sweet from the Lórien wine, a smile playing on his own lips at the thought. Legolas opened his eyes. He was being watched.
"Hello Maeldir," Legolas said coldly, feeling the presence of his father's guard in the room.
"Legolas. How wonderful it is that you have returned," Maeldir said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He stepped out from behind one of the large columns in the room. He had blue eyes, so light in color they looked like ice. His hair was light brown and wavy. He was a few inches taller than Legolas, with wide shoulders and a large frame. He sauntered over to Legolas with a nasty smirk on his face. "So what brings you home this time? From the look on your face a moment ago I would swear it was a female."
"That is none of your business. What is it you want, Maeldir?"
"Your father wants me to work with you in setting up lodging for the pretty boys from Lórien and the Elf-Witch. I suppose a few boards in the trees would serve them well enough."
"I can handle the task on my own," Legolas said, refusing to let Maeldir see his annoyance. "You can go back to watching over the King." Legolas gave him a slight bow and left the throne room to go to his quarters. Before he could start on his father's wishes, he needed to get cleaned up. Then he would have to have a visit with Jelena's grandparents.
~*~*~*~
Everyone saddled up and set out for the day. Gimli offered to ride Arod with Jelena, to 'keep her company.' He would never admit that he still was not feeling good. Haldir and Lirimaer both rode in silence, both nursing their aching heads with water and nibbling on some lembas. Jelena felt horrible, but it wasn't all due to the wine. All she could think about was Legolas, which made her heart ache worse than her head. She thought about how gentle his kiss was, the heat that spread out across her from his lips. She let out a sigh.
"Are you all right, Lass?" Gimli asked. Haldir and Lirimaer both looked over at the sound of a voice in the almost silent morning, the only sounds being of many footsteps and an occasional whiny of a horse.
"Yes, Gimli," she said, unable to hide the sadness in her voice.
"Do not worry, Jelena," said Haldir. "We will be with you when we ride into the Elvenking Halls."
"And I will be with you as well!" added Gimli, giving a grin to Haldir.
By mid morning they came to a vast area that was burned out completely. Jelena sucked in her breath at the site, so thankful that her friend was not here to see it. Everything was gone. Not even a twig was left. The ground was burned pitch black and crunched under the horses' hooves. She could feel the tension in the air from the other elves as well. What could have caused such destruction?
Balrogs and dragons. Jelena turned and saw that Galadriel was riding next to her, a somber look on her face. Demons of Morgoth.
"Pardon me?" said Jelena.
Galadriel looked into her eyes. I know what is troubling you today, Jelena. You will see him sooner than you think. She smiled at Jelena and rode up to where Celeborn was leading the group.
"Did you say something young miss?" asked Gimli.
"Did you hear that?" said Jelena.
"Hear what?"
"Never mind. What is a balrog and a dragon, Gimli?"
They all looked at her. "Where did you hear of them?" asked Haldir.
"I'm not really sure," she said. "I voice in my head."
"Galadriel!" the three said in unison.
Gimli told her about the journey of the Fellowship in Moria, when they got to see firsthand what a balrog was. Jelena's eyes grew large at the description of the beast. To think of facing one of those creatures face to face, she thought. And poor Gandalf! He sounded like a wonderful, brave wizard.
They rode for hours over the incinerated earth, everyone desparate to get back into the woods. They could see mountains rising in the horizon, just off to the northwest. It was getting dark. They would have to make camp on the burned ground. They stopped and set up their tents. Soot was getting all over everything and everyone. They all had to eat dried meat and fruit, since there was no sign of wildlife around to hunt. No one slept well that night.
~*~*~*~
"You have a granddaughter," Legolas said to Giliathien and Berendil, Jelena's grandmother and grandfather. Dornion, her uncle, was there as well.
"But that is impossible. Maerdir has been dead for years," said Berendil.
"He was not dead," Legolas said. "He had been taken captive and held at Dol Guldur. Jelena, your granddaughter, was born there. During the raid on Dol Guldur they managed to escape. Unfortunately, Maerdir fell during their escape."
"And what of her mother? Who and where is she?" asked Giliathien.
"Her name was Iris. She died while birthing Jelena."
"Iris? That is not an Elvish name," she said.
"No, it is not. She was a Hobbit," Legolas said.
"A Hobbit?" Giliathien had never heard of a hobbit. "What is a Hobbit?"
"She was from a place called the Shire in the West…"
"A Hobbit, my wife," Berendil cut in. "Is short," he said, holding his hand just above his waist, "with big hairy feet and curly hair. I saw one once at the battle of the Five Armies. He seemed a pleasant sort."
"So that means that our son joined with a creature that was not of the Eldar." Giliathien sat down in her chair. She looked up at Legolas. "Why have you come here to tell us this? To let us know that our son has disgraced us? He is dead."
"But she is not!" Legolas snapped. They all turned their eyes to him. Legolas took a breath. "She is a lovely girl. She has many of her father's good qualities. She will be arriving here in two days with Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. If you would just meet her I am sure…"
"Like I said, our son is dead. And so is this conversation. Good day to you, Prince Legolas," Giliathien said, leaving the room.
~*~*~*~
Most of the elves were ready to go long before sunrise. As the day grew light, Jelena could see that everyone was dirty with ash and soot, even the horses. They continued on, the mountains rising tall before them. They could see a change in the horizon ahead of them. Trees! The pace of the troops quickened and spirits lifted. The mountains were looming off to their left by mid afternoon.
Jelena could hear cheers coming from the front of the troops. They had come to a river. Many of the elves dropped their packs and ran into the water, splashing the dirt from their faces. The river was quickly filled with lots of suds from all the soap. Jelena and Gimli found a clean spot in the river and waded Arod in so he could get a drink. Gimli slid off the saddle and helped Jelena down. The water was cold and refreshing.
After everyone was clean and dry and all water skins filled and horses watered, they crossed the river and continued on. They rode on for a few more hours, the sun dipping down behind the trees. An eerie green glow was coming from deep within the woods ahead. As they got closer, they could hear the sounds of laughter and singing and the smell of meat roasting over a fire.
"I see they have sent out a greeting party," said Haldir.
Jelena's heart began to pound in her chest. She was about to meet her father's kin. Elves came out of the wood to meet them. They were dressed in shades of green, like the fallen elves she had seen in the woods while escaping with her father. Her father. How she wished he were there with her now.
A few smiling elves came up to their horses and took the reins to lead them on. The one that took Arod's reins stopped smiling. He stared long and hard at Jelena and Gimli. "Is there a problem, Master Elf?" Gimli asked.
"You are a dwarf," he said, rolling it off his tongue as if it were poison. "And what may you be?" he said to Jelena with a look of disgust.
Jelena felt like she had been slapped. Hard. Jelena felt anger welling up in her, as well as tears. Her back stiffened. What she had done to deserve this treatment, she did not know.
"She is a guest of Prince Legolas and deserves your respect!" shot out Haldir, glaring at the elf, daring him to say another word. He got down from his horse and snatched the reins from the rude elf. Haldir lead then on, glancing back to smile and wink at Jelena.
They came to a large clearing that was lit with many torches. There were elves everywhere, busily setting up tables with food and drink. Jelena tried to forget about the rude elf and take in the sites around her. Celeborn and Galadriel dismounted and stood before an elf sitting in a beautifully carved wooden chair. Legolas! The elves stopped the horses. Haldir helped Lirimaer from the saddle, then helped Jelena down. He held out a hand for Gimli, who grumbled and slid off the horse by himself.
Jelena almost ran up to where Legolas sat and suddenly stopped. It wasn't him. This elf's hair was so blonde it was almost white. He wore a crown of spring flowers and leaves on his head. He turned and looked at Jelena with grey eyes and stood up.
"Who is this!" Thranduil spat out. Everyone got quiet as mice. Jelena froze in her steps. All eyes were on her. She felt sick to her stomach and her legs threatened to give out from under her.
"This is Jelena," Legolas said, from behind her. He took her by the hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "My friend."
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