Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me.
Though I wouldn’t mind them! ~_^
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime,
slash.
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas, hinted Erestor/Glorfindel,
Elladan/Haldir, and Elrohir/Rumil
Rating: R
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain
Mirkwood prince
Notes: Wow. It started out as an uncertain thing and now
look at where this fic is! Thanks for the reviews and to MA thanks for the beta!
Love ya! Enjoy! Feedback is much loved and appreciated!
‘thoughts’
A soft breeze whistled for the trees that surrounded the
golden haired Prince as he sat on one of the many giant boulders in the private
garden he was relaxing in. His concentration however was on the parchment in his
hand. Shoulders hunched slightly as his troubled azure gaze took in the crisp
leaflet, Legolas could only read what was before him in sorrow.
…My son I miss you so. Our land grows ever dim with the
encroaching darkness and I fear for our people. Would that you could rejoin us,
but you seem to have found some measure of peace there in Imladris. Perhaps it
is with beautiful Arwen? I hope it is so. I long for your happiness, even with a
Peredhel Ellith. I pray to the Valar each day that you return soonest, but as a
father, I cannot push you… (Half Elf female elf)
Sighing heavily, Legolas bowed his head, tears in his eyes.
'Nay Ada. I have not fallen for the daughter of your one time rival, but for
your rival instead. In addition, I wish that I could find it within me to return
home, but my heart is here. And I fear losing it if I do leave,' he thought
forlornly, wiping at his eyes before curling up his knees to his chest and
wrapping his arms around them, hugging them. He buried his face within his knees
and trembled, not wanting to cry, but feeling so lost that it was not hard to
think he would.
"Prince Legolas?"
The gentle voice startled Legolas and he sat up swiftly,
wiping his eyes hastily. He flushed as he saw Arwen gazing at him in concern,
her grey hued eyes watching him as she glided over to where he sat. "Arwen! I
mean…my Lady. What…what brings you here?" Legolas asked softly as he looked away
nervously, trying to hide his distress.
"I sought out the woods for some meditation and saw you
sitting here rather forlornly, mellonen. I thought to see why you were so
upset," (my friend) Arwen replied gently as she came over and placed a hand over
his own that held the letter. "What troubles you so much? Are you not happy with
Ada?" she queried quietly as she gazed at him.
"Nay! I am…I am truly in love with Elrond!" Legolas
protested, eyes flying up to lock with hers briefly before lowering once more.
"I am…" He sighed softly and bit his lip as he tried to think of how he could
answer. "I am lost as to how I can help my father and realm, and yet still be
able to be with my heart's desire," he murmured softly, blinking back the tears
that threatened to spill forth.
"Your father has sent news?" Arwen questioned softly as she
watched him, brow furrowing with worry as he nodded. "And tis not good news I
take it," she concluded, frowning in distress.
"Nay, tis not good news. The darkness creeps ever more into
my home and Ada fears for our land. He wishes for me to come home, but does not
wish to hurt my peace of mind since I have found it here in Imladris," Legolas
spoke thickly, and then laughed bitterly. "Aye, he even thinks that my heart has
been taken by the fairest of the fair, Arwen Undomiel," he mocked slightly, eyes
shimmering with tears as he stared at the ground. "He will be so disappointed
when he finds that my heart shall always now belong to his once rival, Elrond
Peredhel," he whispered hoarsely before resuming his curled position and burying
his face in his knees.
He did not move as gentle fingers stroked through his hair,
soothing his sorrow with light touches. "Mellonen. If he truly loves you as a
father, then it shall not matter whom you give your heart to. Trust in that,"
(my friend) Arwen cooed out soothingly before wrapping her arms around Legolas
in a warm embrace. Legolas returned the embrace and held her tightly, burying
his face in her shoulder as his own trembled with his sorrow.
"I must return to my home," Legolas finally said after a
few minutes of silent comfort with Arwen and he leaned back to look up at her,
his face streaked with tears.
Cupping his face with a slender hand, Arwen smiled sweetly.
"Then go you must. But return as well, for I know that the halls will be dim
without your golden presence," she intoned gently, smiling. "And Ada will be
miserable. Must not have that, now shall we?" she teased, grinning as he laughed
thickly and wiped his eyes.
"Aye, meldis! Must not have my dearest Peredhel in any
distress!” (dear friend f.) Legolas replied with another laugh, of which she
joined him in. He hugged her again and sighed softly. “Hannon chen, Arwen. I
needed that,” (thank you) he whispered, smiling as she squeezed him.
“It is not a problem, Legolas. Now go find my Ada and ask
for help,” Arwen teased as she leaned back, smiling sweetly as he laughed again
and hopped down from the boulder, much more cheerful. She sighed and shook her
head as she watched him head swiftly back to the Last Homely House. Would that
she could have that as well…Ah well. She returned at a more sedate pace,
enjoying the tranquility around her as her thoughts were cleared.
*~~**~~*
Silently, Elrond entered his rooms, contemplating the
absence of his lover. He stopped though as he saw Legolas seated on the window
seat, gazing intently at the surrounding valley. “You seem to be taking in the
view as if for a long parting,” he spoke softly, his gentle tones startling his
young lover from his deep thoughts.
Flushing, Legolas stood up swiftly to face his love, biting
his lip. Elrond came over slowly, gliding almost as his eyes searched Legolas’
face intently. “Is it true, maethoren valthen? Do you…intend to leave?” he
whispered softly; breathe hitching as he saw his love’s eyes fill with tears.
(My golden warrior)
Breathing deeply, Legolas tried to answer, his throat
closing with tears as he saw the despair in Elrond’s eyes. Wordlessly, he held
his hand up and offered the now tear damp and wrinkled parchment of a letter.
Eyes going from the letter to the Prince before returning to the letter, Elrond
hesitated before taking it. He read it slowly, his face becoming more solemn and
pinched with despair as he read what had torn his beloved’s heart.
Gradually, he returned his gaze to Legolas’ own swimming
one and took a deep breath. “I understand. When…when do you leave?” he whispered
out hoarsely, clearing his throat from the sudden tears that came to his eyes.
“I do not wish to leave! Please…believe me!” Legolas cried
tenderly, clutching his hand over his heart as he stepped forward. He cupped his
beloved’s cheek gently and sobbed as Elrond leaned into the touch, cupping the
slender hand with his own. “I give my word I shall return. I will return to your
arms and bed and we shall never be parted,” he whispered firmly, locking eyes
with the Peredhel Lord.
“And I shall await you, gellen. Until you return to my side
and arms, I will await you with every rising sun and setting twilight. With
every passing season, I shall watch for your return,” the ebon haired Lord
whispered huskily as he gathered Legolas into his arms and pressed their cheeks
together, his words gusting past the pointed ear of his beloved one in a warm
breathe. (my joy)
“And with every second past, I shall seek for your sweet
presence and yearn towards it,” Legolas vowed softly as he buried his face in
the twilight hued silk that tumbled down his dark one’s back. They held each
other in sorrowful calm, soothing the other with gentle caresses and warm
presences. Soon, they moved to the bed, reaffirming their vows in more physical
means and hushed words.
As dawn touched the valley, it was greeted by the Prince
and Lord, but not out of joy. They held each other tightly on the balcony,
watching as the sky was tinged pale blue, then pink and red as the sun rose
slowly over the horizon. Silently, they went back inside and packed the Prince’s
belongings, knowing he needed to move swiftly.
Heading for the courtyard, they were surprised to see the
twins, their lovers, Arwen, Glorfindel, and Erestor waiting for them, a saddled
steed patiently waiting as well. Legolas bit his lip as Lindir came over and
took his pack to settle it into the saddlebags, leaving him facing the family
that he had come to care for in his stay at Imladris. He went first to Arwen and
hugged her close, brushing away her tears as they exchanged soft words and
gentle smiles. Moving then to the twins and the Lorien March Wardens, he clasped
arms with them and spoke once more, smiling. He found out that Rumil and Haldir
were leaving with him that day to accompany him most of the way. In these dark
times, it was wise to have more than one together.
He went then to Lindir, Erestor, and Glorfindel, laughing
softly with them as Lindir made a small joke as they clasped arms. He nodded as
more soft words were exchanged, and then turned to his beloved.
Elrond had stood watching them, keeping his emotions under
firm control. He felt his reserve falter though as the blue eyes that were his
sky locked with his own and he could see the sorrow of this parting within them.
They stared at each other silently, then, as one, raised their hands to lace
their fingers together.
“I will return. You have my word,” Legolas whispered
softly, eyes wavering then steadying.
“I await your return,” Elrond whispered back just as
softly, and then smiled lovingly. He turned their hands and kissed the hand he
held, eyes shimmering as Legolas returned the gentle caress.
Taking heart, Legolas released the fingers he loved slowly,
then turned and ran to his steed, mounting swiftly along with Rumil and Haldir.
He raised his arm in farewell to them, but his eyes remained locked upon Elrond.
Turning his steed with the two Lorien Elves, he broke eye contact and kneed his
horse, galloping off. He looked over his shoulder once more and took heart as he
saw his lover watching him steadily. Straightening in his seat and vowing once
more to return, he focused on his ride home.
To Mirkwood.
TBC
