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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
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5
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Chapter 10
Title: Leaving You Behind 10
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Gilraen Aclamense
Rating: PG-13
Who is in the angst you ask: A few from each as: Aragorn, The Twins, Elrond, Thranduil, and Legolas… evil grin… plus, Faramir and Boromir and Denethor too. And don’t forget Éomer and Éowyn, their presences are needed for this story.
Warning: Angst full ahead, violence… guilt… Character death? OC’s. I forgot the tissues… so bring them on… evil grin…
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Note: Arwen is not in the story. Forgive me if you wished otherwise.
Summary/Teaser
There had been mistakes;
One was taken
One left behind…
Two were banished!
The Peredhil house has been wrecked…
Family’ love, trust, pride and honor seemed lost forever…
Is there any hope for an ordinary life?
10.
Osgiliath
Then he closed his eyes again, moving his hand left and right and stopped. With a heavy heart he made his decision. “Him!”
“So it is.” Lárimsë smiled at his leader. Finally the man had made a decision.
Nũmēnald smiled at him, nodding to the men in his group to do their work.
“You need to open your eyes now human,” Lárimsë taunted Boromir, “You need to see who you chose to die.”
Boromir opened his eyes slowly-he did not want them to see how weak and afraid as he felt. He looked in fear at who he had chosen.
He saw the guards grab Faramir and pull him behind the bushes. Boromir could no see what was going on. He could only listen as swords were pulled from their sheathes and the blood curdling scream of his younger brother as they cut into him. He clenched his eyes shut as he heard the swords hit each other and then he heard the laughter.
Boromir could feel the blood rushing to his face. He knew that they were laughing at Faramir’s dead body.
“Are you satisfied with killing my brother?” Boromir demanded angrily of the leader
Nũmēnald stared at the human with smile on his face. He turned to Lárimsë, “Release them!” He ordered.
“Is that it?” Boromir spat in fury. He suddenly noticed the large smile that appeared on his father’s face.
“Aye, you are free to go, though without your weapons,” Lárimsë said to them. When he saw that they are not going anywhere he yelled, “GO!”
Boromir hurried to his father. They ran away from the group, not looking back. They ran into the pack that Boromir left behind as he searched for his brother.
“Did you find your brother?” the man asked as Boromir as he noticed him.
“No I did not.” Boromir lied with a heavy heart; he had indeed loved his brother. He noticed the hard deep glare that his father gave him.
“Then what are we going to do here, Denethor?” the man asked in confusion.
Denethor stared at the sky and then he answered with a smile, “On second thought, we need to go back to Minas Tirith, and guard it well. I foresee a great evil who will attack us soon, we must hasten.”
“That’s it?” Boromir asked as he tried to hold back the tears-he already missed the presence of his little brother the one that he had sent to die.
“Yes, now where is your horse, my son?” Denethor asked him.
“Follow me…” Boromir said to his father. They walked to Boromir’s horse as tears of guilt left his eyes.
Flashback
Boromir and his father walked to a town. The boy kept thinking about the brother that he left behind-and the broken promise to not leave him alone and to take care of him. He could feel the hard feeling of guilt. He felt like he had killed his brother by leaving him alone. He should not have listened to his father; he should have been stubborn and insisted that Faramir would stay with them. But he had listened to his father, and because of this he had failed Faramir at being a good brother.
End of Flashback
~*~
Lothlórien
Elrohir stayed close to his brother’s bed till Elladan felt better. When he had finally recovered they went to see their grandparents to say last farewell before heading back to Imladris.
“Namárië, and take care of yourself.” Galadriel said. She moved her glowing hand to stroke the twins’ cheeks.
“Hannon le,” Elrohir said. He grinned at his other half and asked, “Grandmother could ‘Dan perhaps can look into the mirror before we leave?”
Elladan smiled nervously at his twin and then his grandmother. He was not sure if he should open his mouth to say anything.
Galadriel stared at the twins and a smile came to her face, “I shall allow you to look in the mirror the next time when you all come as a family, Elladan, it is far less perilous when you look into it during good times not the sad ones.” She answered prophetically.
Elladan stared at her with understanding and smiled. He poked his other twin gently, “Come gwenneth,” he said, “Ada is waiting…”
Elrohir looked at his other half and did the only thing he could do, he smiled.
Celeborn showed them the safest way and gave them each a horse. “May the grace of the Valar protect you.” He said with a cheerful voice.
The twins nodded and left for Imladris, both praying in their hearts that their Adar would accept them back into his home, their home.
~*~
Imladris
Lord Elrond watched Thranduil and Aragorn talk to each other, wishing in his heart that the twins would return to him.
He wanted nothing more than to tell them how much he regretted his harsh words to them. He wanted to tell them that each day his worry increased ten fold and how much he prayed every day that they were still alive and safe.
Thranduil stopped the conversation between him and Aragorn. He placed a finger over his mouth and the pointed the other to the elf lord, who appeared deep in thought and very worried.
“Elrond, mellon-nin,” Thranduil said, moving closer to his friend. Aragorn followed him with worry.
Thranduil and Aragorn exchanged nervous glances when Elrond did not respond to Thranduil’s call and saw the tears leaking from his eyes.
“Ada? What is wrong with you?” Aragorn asked, starting to shake his father. He hoped that nothing was wrong with him.
Thranduil turned around and noticed the worried looks that were on the faces of Glorfindel and Erestor, ‘How long did they stand there?’ He asked himself. “Give me water!” Thranduil ordered out loud. Erestor hurried to the kitchen and returned with glass full of water.
Thranduil splashed the water onto Lord Elrond’s face, hoping that the cold water would shake his friend from the thoughts that were plaguing him. All of them sighed in relief as Elrond wiped the water off of his face.
“Adar.” Aragorn exclaimed, hugging his father. He hoped that he would never have to go through a situation like that again.
“Why is there a water in my face?” Elrond asked in confusion.
Aragorn turned to Thranduil and then grinned at his Adar as he answered, “It was him…” he pointed over the king, and then he added, “You were not all here, Adar. You were caught by your thoughts and you were crying.”
Thranduil came closer to his friend. He was very concerned about him. He was afraid that he would fade. The king did not wish to lose his friend. “Elrond, mellon-nin,” Thranduil said, his eyes locking with those of his friend, “You must tell us what is keeping you away from us. We are your friends, and Estel is your son, you need to tell us…”
Elrond stared at his friend, not breaking the connection. He knew that the grief of losing Legolas had grown less since the king and Aragorn spoke and got to know each other more by speaking of the good and sad memories of him, just to remember him.
Elrond lost the feeling in his legs and he collapsed “I fear for the twins… I fear for my sons… I do not want then to get hurt…” He cried in despair.
Aragorn gazed his Adar with comfort and knelt down to his level, “Neither do I Adar, neither do I.”
“You need to be strong, mellon-nin, do not fade away from us. Your sons need you as much as you need them.” Thranduil softly told him.
“Aye, I suppose that you are right, mellon-nin,” Elrond mused aloud. He prayed that the twins were not hurt or dead.
“You suppose? I think that you know that I am right, and that every word that I’ve said are true.” Thranduil grinned at his friend.
“Aye, you are right,” Elrond sighed and smiled a little, “Now what should we do?” He asked.
“I do not know, after all I am here in your homeland, not in mine, what would you suggest?” Thranduil asked the Lord who still seemed confused.
“Sparring?” Elrond suggested gently. He saw the refusal nodded between the king and his son.
“What about food fighting?” Aragorn suggested with a wide smile on his face.
Thranduil and Elrond exchange glances between each other before nodding to the man with agreement.
“Like old times, mellon-nin.” Thranduil smirked at the elf lord as he grabbed piece of Lembas and threw it at him.
Elrond smirked back at him as he took glass full of water and splashed it over Thranduil, but he did not expected him to move over and so the water splashed Aragorn, “Oops.” The elf lord said.
“That is mean a war, Adar.” Aragorn whipped the water from his face. He took the remaining food on his plate and threw it at Elrond who dodged so that the food hit Lord Glorfindel.
“Are we not already?” Elrond grinned at him and gave him a wide smile that been cut off by Thranduil who threw a piece of Lembas and pineapple at him.
“Pineapple? Pineapple? Now I will smell.” Elrond snorted at Thranduil as a sweet smell came to his nose.
“You will smell sweet Adar, though I think that you will be loved by the bees.” Aragorn grinned at his Adar as he splashed him with the water.
“Have you both decided to kill me now?” Elrond grinned at them as he threw strawberries at them.
The strawberries caught the king and the man off guard, and both of them were covered with the blue and red strawberries.
Lord Glorfindel and Lord Erestor the food fight between Thranduil, Aragorn and Elrond. They smiled. They were happy that their lord’s behavior was changing and that he would not fade away.
“Why are you just standing there?” Elrond called to them, “You better help me in here!”
Glorfindel stared at Erestor and grinned, “We should have left them, but now we’ve been caught, mellon-nin.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Erestor grinned at the elf lord, and started walking through the remains of food. He threw it at Glorfindel-who simply starred in disbelef.
~*~
Rohan
Éowyn and Éomer rode like wraiths were chasing after them. Saving and healing the figure seemed more important than taking the appropriate rest that they or the horses needed.
The wounded figure was mounted with Éomer as they rode over Rohan, with hope that was Théodred, their cousin. They knew that a minute they would have to wash off the blood and pray that none of the wounds were infected.
As they arrived through the gates they were shocked to see a certain old man, Gandalf the Grey.
“Gandalf?” Éowyn asked in curiously.
“Aye, it is me, dear child,” Gandalf replied softly. He turned his gaze to the injured figure that was held by Éomer, who was leading him into the palace. “Is that Théodred?”
“We do not know, I saw my brother in the marches. There were savages surrounding him and the figure. They attacked them,” Éowyn explained with unforgotten worry. “Lucky I was around, to save him.”
King Théoden called for the maids. He ordered them to clean the blood from the figure and changes his clothes, praying that it was his missing son. The maids took the blood soaked figure from Éomer, and walked inside the palace.
“It was lucky, and I am glad to see you both, alive and well.” King Théoden blessed them before following the maids into the palace. Éomer and Éowyn blushed lightly, and lowered their heads.
Gandalf slowly he lifts their heads and smiled with grace as he spoke, “You have nothing to be embarrassed for… now I should advise you to take a rest, but I know both of you and you mill most likely not take any rest till you know who the figure is and if he is safe, right?”
Éomer and Éowyn smiled and nodded to the wizard who nodded in return
“Let us hope that the maids have finished cleaning the blood and dirt so that we may see his face?” Gandalf asked them with a smile.
The group walked into the palace. The guards felt that they could cut the tension with a knife.
When Eomer inquired from the guards the status of the figure they told him that he had been cleaned. The maids opened the door, and led them into the room. No one said a word as they saw the figure.
They all frowned where they stood. But Gandalf approached the bed where the figure lay, and could not stop the excitement flowing through him. “You found him, I can not believe that you found him!”
End of Chapter 10.
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Gilraen Aclamense
Rating: PG-13
Who is in the angst you ask: A few from each as: Aragorn, The Twins, Elrond, Thranduil, and Legolas… evil grin… plus, Faramir and Boromir and Denethor too. And don’t forget Éomer and Éowyn, their presences are needed for this story.
Warning: Angst full ahead, violence… guilt… Character death? OC’s. I forgot the tissues… so bring them on… evil grin…
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Note: Arwen is not in the story. Forgive me if you wished otherwise.
There had been mistakes;
One was taken
One left behind…
Two were banished!
The Peredhil house has been wrecked…
Family’ love, trust, pride and honor seemed lost forever…
Is there any hope for an ordinary life?
10.
Osgiliath
Then he closed his eyes again, moving his hand left and right and stopped. With a heavy heart he made his decision. “Him!”
“So it is.” Lárimsë smiled at his leader. Finally the man had made a decision.
Nũmēnald smiled at him, nodding to the men in his group to do their work.
“You need to open your eyes now human,” Lárimsë taunted Boromir, “You need to see who you chose to die.”
Boromir opened his eyes slowly-he did not want them to see how weak and afraid as he felt. He looked in fear at who he had chosen.
He saw the guards grab Faramir and pull him behind the bushes. Boromir could no see what was going on. He could only listen as swords were pulled from their sheathes and the blood curdling scream of his younger brother as they cut into him. He clenched his eyes shut as he heard the swords hit each other and then he heard the laughter.
Boromir could feel the blood rushing to his face. He knew that they were laughing at Faramir’s dead body.
“Are you satisfied with killing my brother?” Boromir demanded angrily of the leader
Nũmēnald stared at the human with smile on his face. He turned to Lárimsë, “Release them!” He ordered.
“Is that it?” Boromir spat in fury. He suddenly noticed the large smile that appeared on his father’s face.
“Aye, you are free to go, though without your weapons,” Lárimsë said to them. When he saw that they are not going anywhere he yelled, “GO!”
Boromir hurried to his father. They ran away from the group, not looking back. They ran into the pack that Boromir left behind as he searched for his brother.
“Did you find your brother?” the man asked as Boromir as he noticed him.
“No I did not.” Boromir lied with a heavy heart; he had indeed loved his brother. He noticed the hard deep glare that his father gave him.
“Then what are we going to do here, Denethor?” the man asked in confusion.
Denethor stared at the sky and then he answered with a smile, “On second thought, we need to go back to Minas Tirith, and guard it well. I foresee a great evil who will attack us soon, we must hasten.”
“That’s it?” Boromir asked as he tried to hold back the tears-he already missed the presence of his little brother the one that he had sent to die.
“Yes, now where is your horse, my son?” Denethor asked him.
“Follow me…” Boromir said to his father. They walked to Boromir’s horse as tears of guilt left his eyes.
Boromir and his father walked to a town. The boy kept thinking about the brother that he left behind-and the broken promise to not leave him alone and to take care of him. He could feel the hard feeling of guilt. He felt like he had killed his brother by leaving him alone. He should not have listened to his father; he should have been stubborn and insisted that Faramir would stay with them. But he had listened to his father, and because of this he had failed Faramir at being a good brother.
~*~
Lothlórien
Elrohir stayed close to his brother’s bed till Elladan felt better. When he had finally recovered they went to see their grandparents to say last farewell before heading back to Imladris.
“Namárië, and take care of yourself.” Galadriel said. She moved her glowing hand to stroke the twins’ cheeks.
“Hannon le,” Elrohir said. He grinned at his other half and asked, “Grandmother could ‘Dan perhaps can look into the mirror before we leave?”
Elladan smiled nervously at his twin and then his grandmother. He was not sure if he should open his mouth to say anything.
Galadriel stared at the twins and a smile came to her face, “I shall allow you to look in the mirror the next time when you all come as a family, Elladan, it is far less perilous when you look into it during good times not the sad ones.” She answered prophetically.
Elladan stared at her with understanding and smiled. He poked his other twin gently, “Come gwenneth,” he said, “Ada is waiting…”
Elrohir looked at his other half and did the only thing he could do, he smiled.
Celeborn showed them the safest way and gave them each a horse. “May the grace of the Valar protect you.” He said with a cheerful voice.
The twins nodded and left for Imladris, both praying in their hearts that their Adar would accept them back into his home, their home.
~*~
Imladris
Lord Elrond watched Thranduil and Aragorn talk to each other, wishing in his heart that the twins would return to him.
He wanted nothing more than to tell them how much he regretted his harsh words to them. He wanted to tell them that each day his worry increased ten fold and how much he prayed every day that they were still alive and safe.
Thranduil stopped the conversation between him and Aragorn. He placed a finger over his mouth and the pointed the other to the elf lord, who appeared deep in thought and very worried.
“Elrond, mellon-nin,” Thranduil said, moving closer to his friend. Aragorn followed him with worry.
Thranduil and Aragorn exchanged nervous glances when Elrond did not respond to Thranduil’s call and saw the tears leaking from his eyes.
“Ada? What is wrong with you?” Aragorn asked, starting to shake his father. He hoped that nothing was wrong with him.
Thranduil turned around and noticed the worried looks that were on the faces of Glorfindel and Erestor, ‘How long did they stand there?’ He asked himself. “Give me water!” Thranduil ordered out loud. Erestor hurried to the kitchen and returned with glass full of water.
Thranduil splashed the water onto Lord Elrond’s face, hoping that the cold water would shake his friend from the thoughts that were plaguing him. All of them sighed in relief as Elrond wiped the water off of his face.
“Adar.” Aragorn exclaimed, hugging his father. He hoped that he would never have to go through a situation like that again.
“Why is there a water in my face?” Elrond asked in confusion.
Aragorn turned to Thranduil and then grinned at his Adar as he answered, “It was him…” he pointed over the king, and then he added, “You were not all here, Adar. You were caught by your thoughts and you were crying.”
Thranduil came closer to his friend. He was very concerned about him. He was afraid that he would fade. The king did not wish to lose his friend. “Elrond, mellon-nin,” Thranduil said, his eyes locking with those of his friend, “You must tell us what is keeping you away from us. We are your friends, and Estel is your son, you need to tell us…”
Elrond stared at his friend, not breaking the connection. He knew that the grief of losing Legolas had grown less since the king and Aragorn spoke and got to know each other more by speaking of the good and sad memories of him, just to remember him.
Elrond lost the feeling in his legs and he collapsed “I fear for the twins… I fear for my sons… I do not want then to get hurt…” He cried in despair.
Aragorn gazed his Adar with comfort and knelt down to his level, “Neither do I Adar, neither do I.”
“You need to be strong, mellon-nin, do not fade away from us. Your sons need you as much as you need them.” Thranduil softly told him.
“Aye, I suppose that you are right, mellon-nin,” Elrond mused aloud. He prayed that the twins were not hurt or dead.
“You suppose? I think that you know that I am right, and that every word that I’ve said are true.” Thranduil grinned at his friend.
“Aye, you are right,” Elrond sighed and smiled a little, “Now what should we do?” He asked.
“I do not know, after all I am here in your homeland, not in mine, what would you suggest?” Thranduil asked the Lord who still seemed confused.
“Sparring?” Elrond suggested gently. He saw the refusal nodded between the king and his son.
“What about food fighting?” Aragorn suggested with a wide smile on his face.
Thranduil and Elrond exchange glances between each other before nodding to the man with agreement.
“Like old times, mellon-nin.” Thranduil smirked at the elf lord as he grabbed piece of Lembas and threw it at him.
Elrond smirked back at him as he took glass full of water and splashed it over Thranduil, but he did not expected him to move over and so the water splashed Aragorn, “Oops.” The elf lord said.
“That is mean a war, Adar.” Aragorn whipped the water from his face. He took the remaining food on his plate and threw it at Elrond who dodged so that the food hit Lord Glorfindel.
“Are we not already?” Elrond grinned at him and gave him a wide smile that been cut off by Thranduil who threw a piece of Lembas and pineapple at him.
“Pineapple? Pineapple? Now I will smell.” Elrond snorted at Thranduil as a sweet smell came to his nose.
“You will smell sweet Adar, though I think that you will be loved by the bees.” Aragorn grinned at his Adar as he splashed him with the water.
“Have you both decided to kill me now?” Elrond grinned at them as he threw strawberries at them.
The strawberries caught the king and the man off guard, and both of them were covered with the blue and red strawberries.
Lord Glorfindel and Lord Erestor the food fight between Thranduil, Aragorn and Elrond. They smiled. They were happy that their lord’s behavior was changing and that he would not fade away.
“Why are you just standing there?” Elrond called to them, “You better help me in here!”
Glorfindel stared at Erestor and grinned, “We should have left them, but now we’ve been caught, mellon-nin.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Erestor grinned at the elf lord, and started walking through the remains of food. He threw it at Glorfindel-who simply starred in disbelef.
~*~
Rohan
Éowyn and Éomer rode like wraiths were chasing after them. Saving and healing the figure seemed more important than taking the appropriate rest that they or the horses needed.
The wounded figure was mounted with Éomer as they rode over Rohan, with hope that was Théodred, their cousin. They knew that a minute they would have to wash off the blood and pray that none of the wounds were infected.
As they arrived through the gates they were shocked to see a certain old man, Gandalf the Grey.
“Gandalf?” Éowyn asked in curiously.
“Aye, it is me, dear child,” Gandalf replied softly. He turned his gaze to the injured figure that was held by Éomer, who was leading him into the palace. “Is that Théodred?”
“We do not know, I saw my brother in the marches. There were savages surrounding him and the figure. They attacked them,” Éowyn explained with unforgotten worry. “Lucky I was around, to save him.”
King Théoden called for the maids. He ordered them to clean the blood from the figure and changes his clothes, praying that it was his missing son. The maids took the blood soaked figure from Éomer, and walked inside the palace.
“It was lucky, and I am glad to see you both, alive and well.” King Théoden blessed them before following the maids into the palace. Éomer and Éowyn blushed lightly, and lowered their heads.
Gandalf slowly he lifts their heads and smiled with grace as he spoke, “You have nothing to be embarrassed for… now I should advise you to take a rest, but I know both of you and you mill most likely not take any rest till you know who the figure is and if he is safe, right?”
Éomer and Éowyn smiled and nodded to the wizard who nodded in return
“Let us hope that the maids have finished cleaning the blood and dirt so that we may see his face?” Gandalf asked them with a smile.
The group walked into the palace. The guards felt that they could cut the tension with a knife.
When Eomer inquired from the guards the status of the figure they told him that he had been cleaned. The maids opened the door, and led them into the room. No one said a word as they saw the figure.
They all frowned where they stood. But Gandalf approached the bed where the figure lay, and could not stop the excitement flowing through him. “You found him, I can not believe that you found him!”
End of Chapter 10.