Camanti nin nasta (Help me heal)

Title : Camanti nin nasta or Help me heal
Author : peniel ; my e-mail : familie@hetnet.nl
Pairings: Elladan/Leloth; Elrohir/Erestor; Elrond/Celebraín; Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Summary: Since Celebraín sailed Elladan is afraid to voice his love. So he remains silent when Leloth captures his heart. Fortunately the elf does now and becomes his lover. He disappears during the night and Elladan finally faces his fears. But why did he fade away like an image? And why does Elrohir flirt with so many maidens when his heart yearns Erestor? And finally Celebraín returns and with her some well-known elves. How will they all react?
Warnings: Highly AU! And none other that I can think of
Rating: NC-17
Author’s notes:
Firstly I have to say that Leloth is fully mine. So hands off!
Secondly these are the symbols I always use (skip this if you are a frequent reader) :
“ ” Indicates speech
/ Indicates thought
~~~~~~~~ Indicates a change in time or place
- - Emphasises the word(s)
` ` Indicates far speaking.
‘’ Indicates a conversation with yourself within your mind
And newly created :
| stands between the elvish and the translation.

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Prologue

He stood before the mirror again and sighed. How he longed to help the hurting elf. No one should stop believing in love, to fear love.
But what could he do? He wasn’t even close. He grinned at his own thought. He was dead, he couldn’t be further away.

But he felt very much alive. Others always complained about the cold, but he felt himself heat up each time he looked at that beautiful face, at the body of perfection. It had started centuries ago, when he had stumbled upon the mirror and the fair elf it showed, who at the time had been a mere babe. He had instantly warmed up ae hae had come back frequently to feel the sensation again.

Only later did he realise he was falling in love and that he longed to be in the elf’s presence and to hold and touch him. But he couldn’t. The dead fëar remained within Mandos’ keep and did not dwell amongst the living. But now he wished he were alive; he longed, nay, he ached to support, comfort and help this elf, whom he had started to consider -his- elf.

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Mandos smiled at the fëa. He had since long known about the growing love this particular fëa felt towards a living elf.

He had always known this one was special, for even though there were many of this connecting mirrors hardly any fëa saw more than its own reflection in them. But this one had. It was that connection that brought the warmth from the outside world into the fëa.

After talking with Manwë they had devised a plan to aid both fëa and elf.

He approached the sad figure and sat down beside him. “There are many windows, yet you only watch this one.”
The fëa smiled at the Vala and nodded, turning his attention back to the image.
Mandos smiled. “You long to aid him.” Now that he had the fëa’s full attention he decided to let him in on it. “I can send you back to do just that.”
Seeing the eyes lit up in happiness he felt it fair to caution the fëa to slow down. “But Manwë has set some rules.” He looked at the picture and knew why the elf had become so important to this fëa. “You can never tell anyone you are actually dead. And you’ve got three years to make it work, but merely gaining his love isn’t enough. He has to say it out loud. If not, you will come back here. But if he does, you will permanently become part of the living again.”
The fëa nodded. “I understand and accept. But three years is a short time, my lord.”
Mandos smiled. “If you cannot make it work within this time span, you can never make it work. But I have faith in you.” He nodded and the fëa before him vanished as he was being recreated.

Translation:
Fëa | soul

TBC

Don't expect swift updates, for I place my priority with the older tales; meaning I have to find a way to continue Trouble with love. But i will not withhold you for too long. Promise