Title & Chapter Number: Finding One's Roots 20/38
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.
Rúmil and Orophin climbed the stairs to the Lord and Lady's flet. Celeborn and Galadriel were waiting for them. "Lord Celeborn, Thranduil sends a message," Orophin said. "The wedding will take place in three months.
Galadriel stepped forward and took hold of Rúmil's hands. "Rúmil, what is troubling you?" She could feel the pain emanating from his soul.
"Tis nothing, my Lady," Rúmil said, looking down at his feet.
Galadriel lifted up his chin. "Rúmil, after your parents died, you and your brothers have been like sons to us. You if are troubled, please know that you can talk to us. We are here for you," she said, smiling at him.
"Thank you, my Lady," Rúmil said. The brothers left the Lord and Lady to return to their duties at the borders.
"This marriage is wrong, my husband," Galadriel said. "Legolas loves another. How Thranduil got him to agree is beyond me. Nevdilien loves another as well. If they join, their lives will be in shambles. They will both quickly fade."
"Who does Nevdilien love?" asked Celeborn.
"Is it not obvious?" she said, pointing to where Orophin and Rúmil had just left. Celeborn raised an eyebrow at his wife. Galadriel nodded in response.
"What can we do now? She has agreed to the marriage, as did Legolas. Perhaps it will work for them. They must decide for themselves now."
~*~*~*~
Legolas thought he would go crazy in the empty Halls. We walked the passageways at night, feeling very alone in the quiet. He found himself wandering into the room that Jelena had occupied, looking around for any sign of her left behind. He would go to the bed and pick up her pillow, her scent still lingering on the sheets.
After a week of this, Legolas went to see his father. "I am going to lead the troops into the forest. Scouts have seen spiders wandering close to the city. I would like to start a replanting of trees in the burned areas as well. We will be gone for several weeks," he said.
Thranduil smiled. "I am glad to see you are more willing to do the duties of the prince."
"I only do this to keep my sanity. Because of you, my heart has been ripped from me. I have no feeling in my soul any more." He turned and left Thranduil sitting on his throne. He collected his weapons and went to organize the troops for their departure.
~*~*~*~
Haldir led the group down the old elf path. It was the same path that Bilbo and the dwarves had traveled some sixty years prior. There were still areas where the sun was blocked completely by the trees, but much had opened up now that the evil was leaving the woods.
Jelena was sick to her stomach often. She couldn't hold anything down and she ate hardly anything. Her eyes were once again shrouded in black and her cheeks sunken in. She had hardly spoken a word since they had left three days ago. And she cried often.
"I am very worried about Jelena," Lirimaer said to Haldir. "Perhaps she has more elf in her than we thought. I think she is fading from a broken heart."
Haldir looked back at Jelena. She was sleeping, her head was resting on Gimli's shoulder, her arms hanging limp at her sides. Her eyes were half closed. Haldir slowed his horse down to let Gimli catch up. He grasped Arod's reins and pulled him to a halt. He reached over and pulled Jelena into his arms. Her body was light and limp.
They continued on for a few more hours until the evening. Haldir made a small fire and cooked a broth for Jelena from some of the dried venison. He woke her from her slumber. "You will finish this, Jelena," Haldir said, handing her a bowl of the broth and meat. "I will not allow you to give up. I promised my friend that I would take care of you and get you to Rivendell in one piece. I do not intend to break my promise."
Jelena only nodded and sipped the broth. When she finished it, she curled up on her blanket next to the fire and went to sleep. "Poor lass," Gimli said, covering her with a blanket. "She has gone though so much since Dol Guldur. She has a strong spirit. Many would not have been able to take what she has been through. Let's hope she can withstand this."
By mid morning on the fourth day they reached the Forest Gate. From there they headed south to the Old Ford, which would take them over the Misty Mountains. Haldir continued to make Jelena eat, but she continued to get sick. Lirimaer continued to fret over her. Jelena was getting weaker and only wanted to sleep. In her dreams she returned to a happier time. In her dreams she was forever in Legolas' arms.
On the fifth night, they felt they were being watched. Haldir's sharp eyes pierced through the darkness. "What is out there?" asked Gimli.
Haldir watched and listened. He gripped his bow in his hand. "Wolves," he whispered. He could see their eyes glowing from the nearby trees. Three sets of them. Gimli reached for his axe. Lirimaer grabbed her sword and moved closer to Jelena who was sleeping.
From the woods came the sound of yelping and snarling and loud roars. Haldir notched an arrow and stood his ground. But nothing came. All was soon quiet again. Haldir scanned the trees for signs of movement. Suddenly a tremendous bear stomped out of the woods, moving away from them. Haldir lowered his bow. "Beorn," Haldir said, a curious look on his face. "I have heard of this creature, a skin-changer."
"I as well from my father. A huge man by day, a bear by night," Gimli added. "Gandalf led my father, twelve dwarves and Frodo's uncle, Bilbo, to Beorn's home. My father told me quite a tale about him! His animals run the household. Beorn was good enough to let them all stay with him a couple of days. But he would disappear at night…"
Haldir listened to Gimli's tale while keeping an eye on the bear. It headed south in the direction they would be heading in the morning. He looked over at Jelena, her eyes slightly open ringed in darkness. Perhaps they would make a visit to Beorn as well. He turned back to the bear but it had disappeared into the night. "Get some rest everyone. We will be leaving at first light."
~*~*~*~
Legolas and the troops had been out two days when they crossed paths with over one hundred spiders. The troops were outnumbered three to one. They were on the ground and in the trees. A few elves were caught in their webs and were quickly spun into cocoons. Others were bitten and quickly dropped from the poison. Arrows flew everywhere and the spiders fell dead from the trees. Legolas' knives flew, slicing the creatures that were on the ground.
After a long, tiring battle, they took care of the wounded and freed those in the webs. They piled the spiders and burned them. Legolas watched the smoke billow into the night sky. He looked at the stars and wondered about his one love. He began to feel dizzy and fell to the ground. Several elves ran to him and carried him to where the wounded were being looked after.
~*~*~*~
Haldir picked up the bear tracks the next morning. They followed them through the morning and by noon they came to some large oak trees. The tracks continued on to a high thorn hedge with a large wooden gate. Beyond the gate were wooden buildings and beautifully planted gardens. Haldir pushed open the gate and they were met by a horse. The horse led them down a path towards a long building. A couple of dogs saw them coming and ran inside. As they got closer, a huge hulk of a man with black hair and a beard came to the doorway. His arms and legs were as thick as treetrunks.
"Hmmmm… two elves, a dwarf and a…hobbit? This is a rather strange site. What do you want?" Beorn growled.
"My name is Haldir of Lorien, this is my wife, Lirimaer, and this is Gimli son of Glion from Erebor. The girl is Jelena. She is very ill. We come to ask for your help. We are journeying to Imladris. Our friend needs to rest and recuperate."
"So what is it you want from me?" asked Beorn, looking down at Jelena's limp body in Haldir's arms.
"We ask only for a night's lodging. We will not be a bother to you," Haldir said.
Beorn looked them all over. "Glion you say? I remember him coming through here with Galdalf many years ago. They seemed like a decent enough bunch. If you are his son, then you are welcome to stay here." He took Jelena from Haldir's arms. They all dismounted and grabbed their packs. "Remove their saddles and put them over there," he said pointing to the railing along the house. "My animals will see to your horses' needs."
They followed him into a long room with a fire burning in the center of it. He said something to the dogs by the doorway, and they scurried off. Beorn led them to the fire, where they put their packs down sat on benches. The dogs returned, dragging a small mattress into the room. They brought it next to the fire and Beorn laid Jelena down upon it. Another dog brought a blanket for her. "What is wrong with her?" asked Beorn.
"She has elf blood in her veins. I believe she suffers from a broken heart," Lirimaer said. She is journeying to the Shire to find her family, if she has any.
"A broken heart you say. Hmmm…" muttered Beorn. "I wish to hear more about this girl. First, some food and drink." He spoke to the dogs again in a language no one understood. The dogs ran off to do his bidding.
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