Faded Light: Book II
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Milui Aderthad
(For additional notes and disclaimers, please see top of chapter 1.)
(A/N - Thank you for your comments ziggy3. I've found over the years, one of my problems with mpregs is the way writers of this kind of story, (just because it's a Legolas who can get pregnant), tend to basically turn Legolas into a girl, emotionally speaking...I've tried to avoid that cliche, and hopefully come up with a version of Legolas who is still a strong character despite his circumstances...thank you again for reading, and I'm glad you're enjoying it; I'll have another one posted in about a week.)
Chapter 11
Milui Aderthad
“...you have been gone a long time hir nin.
“Talagan and Faervel had a bonding ceremony quite awhile ago and they have two little ones now...twins...”
Feredir glanced again from the breezeway where he and Ciel were walking, into the garden courtyard where several of the palace children were taking advantage of the warm spring afternoon; though Ithilhen had instead begged from his grandfather a day at the archery range and insisted that Benain be included...
“Faervel?”
“Male fertility is said to run in his family, as is usually the case...
“It is said he and Aphadon had an elder brother,” she said, “who died bearing his first child, many centuries before the birth of Aphadon and Faervel.
“That is a cruel fate...I have never heard that story; though I must admit I never knew Faervel or Aphadon as well as you and Legolas...he was always better than I at facing Adar’s disapproval.
“There has always been something about Faervel's clan, he can scarcely tolerate.”
They had stopped in the shade of a giant tree when the elleth caught sight of someone crossing the garden.
“Mae Govannen, Faervel," she greeted the tall, auburn haired artist. “We were just talking about you, meldir.”
“Speaking well I hope,” he smiled brightly, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.
“Suilaid, hir nin,” he said politely, turning to the king’s son. "Anann chen ú-gennin."
“Mae Govannen.”
“Come to collect the twins?” she asked.
“It’s getting late and Talagan will be waiting.
“Thank you for watching them...”
“I’m always glad to. They’re a delight.”
“You are always looking after your friends Elflings, Ciel,” he teased, “...don’t you ever think about settling down and having one...?”
“All the time.
“It’s too bad all the most desirable ellons are already attached,” she batted her eyelashes playfully at Feredir who blushed slightly, remembering the mad girlhood crush she once had on him several centuries ago...
Faervel turned aside stifling a laugh and looking for his elflings, an auburn haired boy and girl of only about twelve. “Galen, Hisel,” he said, “it is time to go, nin hin.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, meldis...”
“Fare thee well,” she said “...and be careful on the road.”
“You are living in one of the old houses on the north bank of the river...?” asked the king’s son.
“About an hour’s walk...it is still one of the safest roads in Mirkwood despite what some think,” he raised and eyebrow in Ciel's direction.
“I wouldn’t count on any road being safe these days. There seem to be all manner of vile creatures where none had been seen before.”
“I know that road well," said Feredir. "My Ontani had a house there when I was small...
“I’ll walk with you part of the way if you do not mind...I’ll only need a few minutes to fetch my bow...”
“If you wish, hir nin.”
“Namarie, Ciel.”
“Namarie, Mellyn.”
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“Your son’s name is Lasgalen,” he asked when they were on the road...
“I hope you do not mind, hir nin.”
The elf lord shook his head. “I think my brother would be honored that you remembered him in this way.”
“...it was Talagan’s wish...actually..." the younger elf paused for a long moment.
“He took his highness’ death very hard...he blamed himself for a long time after it happened, thinking that if he had been there that day...” he shrugged and trailed off.
“I think we all have had similar thoughts from time to time...
“...I remember you and Legolas were quite good friends...” said the warrior after several moments of regret-filled silence.
“I like to think so...though it was really Aphadon and Nemir he was closer to mostly because they were both nearer in age to his highness, and he had known Nemir since childhood...there was little more than a century and a half between them...
“I knew Legolas a little when our Naneth worked as one of Lady Mereniel’s chamber maids, but it wasn’t until later that we all really became friends...when Aphadon and Nemir were both two of Nardol’s pupils...though I know his majesty never really approved...”
“Legolas was never one to let others choose his friends; even Adar.”
“No, he wasn’t.
“Hisel,” he called out to the children who were playing a chasing game several yards away. “Stay on the path, nin ield...
“Forgive me hir nin,” he smiled. “You lose sight of them for a moment, and you don’t know where they’ll get to...”
“Believe me, I understand...it gets a bit easier once they reach their twenties...”
“Ciel tells me you and Hiril Alatarial have a new little one...”
“Benain...but that is a long story,” he said.
“I must admit, hir nin,” said the artist. “I was surprised to hear you had returned...”
“Alatariel would not hear of my missing my cousins’ wedding...
“Though I do find it is good to be home again. It had been a long time...”
“I could not imagine living so many years away from our woods...I think I would feel like a stranded fish...”
“Legolas was the same way," the elf lord smiled fondly. "He was always enamored of the forest, even as a small child...
“I wonder, Faervel," he said, taking his chance at what had been really on his mind, "whether my brother ever told you about something that happened when he was in his early three hundreds...some upset which he did not share with anyone else...”
“As I said, it was Nemir who was the closest to his highness, if the prince had a significant confidence to share, he most likely would have gone to him...
“As I recall, one of the most difficult things he went through at that time, was the sailing of Nardol,” said Faervel. “Though...”
The other elf’s mood seemed to suddenly change; he stopped and shifted his bag, silently watching the children who seemed to have found some new object of interest on the ground...
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing...I do not know why it came to my mind just now. I’m sure I hadn’t thought about it in over a century.
“It was sometime after Nardol left...I...
“I don’t know whether it is something I should be speaking of or even if it has any relation to whatever it is that you wish to know...”
He took a deep breath and seemed to think carefully before he spoke. “It was a strange incident.
“It was awhile after Nardol had left. Legolas came our family’s flet one day. He was accompanied by Nemir instead of that Man who had replaced Nardol...he had often gone to stay with us for a day or two, so it wasn’t surprising...”
“But...?”
“He did not seem himself when he arrived...he seemed deeply troubled about something, distracted...
“...and I remember he had some bad bruises on his face and, I noticed later, on his arms as well. He made up some unlikely excuse about getting them sparring with Prince Ethiel...”
“You didn’t believe that.”
The look on his face as he spoke told Feredir the answer should be obvious. “Even though Legolas was the younger, when he and Ethiel sparred, even years before his highness began his formal training, it was nearly always Ethiel with the bruises...
“Nemir left the same day,” the younger elf went on, as they continued walking, “but Legolas stayed for about a week.
"He usually stayed in my room when he visited, unless my brother was away, since I had the spare bed...on the second night, he awoke out of some terrible nightmare...I had never seen him like that...he was terrified and he wept like an Elfling. I did my best to comfort him, but he wouldn’t tell me anything...I talked to Nemir later, but he knew no more than I...he didn’t believe the bruises were from a sparring accident either...”
“What happened?”
“He seemed perfectly normal the next day and for the rest of his visit. He never mentioned that night again, and I never pressed him on it; though there was something in the back of my mind for a long time that told me that maybe I should have...
"There was a change in him after that...it was almost imperceptible, but it was there..."
"I never thought of it as such, but I think you're right...”
The king’s son frowned, thinking with a heavy heart that whatever private grief his brother had been going through, everyone around him seemed to have simply disregarded it. “The difference was so small, it was easy to dismiss it, but that was around that time that he began to stay away for days without explanation...
“Valar...”
“...there was another night decades later, ” Faervel continued. “I don’t remember the occasion, but Legolas, Nemir and I had both had too much wine...his Majesty was not happy about that; he already thought me a bad influence...
“Anyway, we had gotten him to his room...most of our talk was a lot of drunken nonsense...but he was in a peculiar mood that night...and it wasn’t only the drinks...
“...he spoke of having been unhappy for a long time and not really knowing why...
“That he was tired of trying to pretend every day to be the king’s perfect heir, as everyone expected, no matter how flawed he was...”
“...flawed?”
“...he said your father would not forgive him if he realized how weak and damaged he was...”
“That doesn’t sound like my brother...in his life, I never heard such thoughts from him especially about Adar...and I never knew him to be anything except self-assured...”
“It was very strange...I don’t know why he spoke like that...I have never seen anyone look so...so lost...but we couldn’t get him to say any more about it then or the next day than he had that other night...
“Whatever was in his heart, he was far too good at keeping it to himself.”
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...they had reached the turn to Faervel and Talagan’s house as they talked. “Would you like to come up, hir nin?” asked the artist, coming out his thoughts.
“...your brother left something with us and I think it is time it was returned.”
“What is it?”
He smiled enigmatically. “Tula...”
They climbed the short rise to the cottage and entered the woodelves’ small home. As with most traditional Silvan homes, it was not overly furnished, but it was comfortable, with plenty of air and light from two high windows on opposite walls and decorated with a few of Faervel’s paintings...
Having been adopted by the king at such a young age, Feredir had few memories of his Silvan home or the ways of woodelves, except from his grandfather, who though of Silvan blood, had spent most of his thousands of years as a courtier.
Still, there was something surprisingly inviting about the little house.
“It does not look like Talagan’s home yet,” said the woodelf taking the twins’ cloaks.
“Ada, can we play outside?” asked Hisel, doing her best to cozy up to her father...
“...lala, you’ve both had all day to play outside, and it’ll be dark soon. I think it’s time you went upstairs and did some schoolwork...we'll have supper when your Taro gets home.
“Now, bid farewell to Lord Feredir and go on.”
“Gerich lend, hir nin.”
“Namarie.”
“Namarie, children.
“Ciel is right,” the warrior smiled, as the pair gathered their books from one of the shelves and headed to their rooms, “they’re adorable.”
“...and they make the most it, believe me,” he said, smiling in loving resignation.
“What was it you wished me to see?”
From a small alcove in the wall, Faervel retrieved a long box; a little over two feet long and brought it to a table in the middle of the room. “Your brother meant this as a gift for you?”
He opened the box and Feredir saw it was a short-sword, it’s hilt decorated with Elvish letters, but in a tongue he did not understand...
“...a gift?”
“He had it made by a renowned smith in our village,” said the artist. “The writing is a very old language; a mixture of Nandorin and Avari I’m told...it is a Silvan blessing for protection...”
Feredir picked up the sword and pulled it from its scabbard, testing its weight. It felt perfect in his hand, and he remembered sadly the day Legolas had been lost had been only a few months before Feredir’s 1250th Begetting Day...there seemed to be so many things suddenly he had not known about his brother...
“He never had a change to take it home, but I think it is past time you had it.”
“I do not know what to say...”
Faervel shook his head, “It is your brother’s gift; we just never found the right moment to deliver it...
“Im harthon han selma lava le gerich rui a galen raid,” he said. “And may your brother always go with you in your heart, as mine does...”
TBC...
Elvish Translations:
Milui Aderthad / Friendly reunion
Adar, ada / Father, dad, daddy
Mae govannen / Well met
Suilaid! / Greetings!
Hir nin / my lord
Anann chen ú-gennin / I have not seen you for a long time
Nin hin / my children
Ellons / male elves
Meldis nin / my (female) friend
Meldir / male friend
Ontani / parents (in this case, Feredir’s Adar and sire)
Namarie / farewell, goodbye
Lasgalen / Greenleaf (variation of the name Legolas)
Hisel / wise eyes
Tula / Come
Lala / (Q.) no
Taro / father, sire (shortened form of Ontaro / (Q.) begetter)
Gerich lend / good journey
Im harthon han selma lava le gerich rui a galen raid / I hope it will grant you a good hunt and green paths...
(A/N - Thank you for your comments ziggy3. I've found over the years, one of my problems with mpregs is the way writers of this kind of story, (just because it's a Legolas who can get pregnant), tend to basically turn Legolas into a girl, emotionally speaking...I've tried to avoid that cliche, and hopefully come up with a version of Legolas who is still a strong character despite his circumstances...thank you again for reading, and I'm glad you're enjoying it; I'll have another one posted in about a week.)
Milui Aderthad
“...you have been gone a long time hir nin.
“Talagan and Faervel had a bonding ceremony quite awhile ago and they have two little ones now...twins...”
Feredir glanced again from the breezeway where he and Ciel were walking, into the garden courtyard where several of the palace children were taking advantage of the warm spring afternoon; though Ithilhen had instead begged from his grandfather a day at the archery range and insisted that Benain be included...
“Faervel?”
“Male fertility is said to run in his family, as is usually the case...
“It is said he and Aphadon had an elder brother,” she said, “who died bearing his first child, many centuries before the birth of Aphadon and Faervel.
“That is a cruel fate...I have never heard that story; though I must admit I never knew Faervel or Aphadon as well as you and Legolas...he was always better than I at facing Adar’s disapproval.
“There has always been something about Faervel's clan, he can scarcely tolerate.”
They had stopped in the shade of a giant tree when the elleth caught sight of someone crossing the garden.
“Mae Govannen, Faervel," she greeted the tall, auburn haired artist. “We were just talking about you, meldir.”
“Speaking well I hope,” he smiled brightly, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.
“Suilaid, hir nin,” he said politely, turning to the king’s son. "Anann chen ú-gennin."
“Mae Govannen.”
“Come to collect the twins?” she asked.
“It’s getting late and Talagan will be waiting.
“Thank you for watching them...”
“I’m always glad to. They’re a delight.”
“You are always looking after your friends Elflings, Ciel,” he teased, “...don’t you ever think about settling down and having one...?”
“All the time.
“It’s too bad all the most desirable ellons are already attached,” she batted her eyelashes playfully at Feredir who blushed slightly, remembering the mad girlhood crush she once had on him several centuries ago...
Faervel turned aside stifling a laugh and looking for his elflings, an auburn haired boy and girl of only about twelve. “Galen, Hisel,” he said, “it is time to go, nin hin.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, meldis...”
“Fare thee well,” she said “...and be careful on the road.”
“You are living in one of the old houses on the north bank of the river...?” asked the king’s son.
“About an hour’s walk...it is still one of the safest roads in Mirkwood despite what some think,” he raised and eyebrow in Ciel's direction.
“I wouldn’t count on any road being safe these days. There seem to be all manner of vile creatures where none had been seen before.”
“I know that road well," said Feredir. "My Ontani had a house there when I was small...
“I’ll walk with you part of the way if you do not mind...I’ll only need a few minutes to fetch my bow...”
“If you wish, hir nin.”
“Namarie, Ciel.”
“Namarie, Mellyn.”
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“Your son’s name is Lasgalen,” he asked when they were on the road...
“I hope you do not mind, hir nin.”
The elf lord shook his head. “I think my brother would be honored that you remembered him in this way.”
“...it was Talagan’s wish...actually..." the younger elf paused for a long moment.
“He took his highness’ death very hard...he blamed himself for a long time after it happened, thinking that if he had been there that day...” he shrugged and trailed off.
“I think we all have had similar thoughts from time to time...
“...I remember you and Legolas were quite good friends...” said the warrior after several moments of regret-filled silence.
“I like to think so...though it was really Aphadon and Nemir he was closer to mostly because they were both nearer in age to his highness, and he had known Nemir since childhood...there was little more than a century and a half between them...
“I knew Legolas a little when our Naneth worked as one of Lady Mereniel’s chamber maids, but it wasn’t until later that we all really became friends...when Aphadon and Nemir were both two of Nardol’s pupils...though I know his majesty never really approved...”
“Legolas was never one to let others choose his friends; even Adar.”
“No, he wasn’t.
“Hisel,” he called out to the children who were playing a chasing game several yards away. “Stay on the path, nin ield...
“Forgive me hir nin,” he smiled. “You lose sight of them for a moment, and you don’t know where they’ll get to...”
“Believe me, I understand...it gets a bit easier once they reach their twenties...”
“Ciel tells me you and Hiril Alatarial have a new little one...”
“Benain...but that is a long story,” he said.
“I must admit, hir nin,” said the artist. “I was surprised to hear you had returned...”
“Alatariel would not hear of my missing my cousins’ wedding...
“Though I do find it is good to be home again. It had been a long time...”
“I could not imagine living so many years away from our woods...I think I would feel like a stranded fish...”
“Legolas was the same way," the elf lord smiled fondly. "He was always enamored of the forest, even as a small child...
“I wonder, Faervel," he said, taking his chance at what had been really on his mind, "whether my brother ever told you about something that happened when he was in his early three hundreds...some upset which he did not share with anyone else...”
“As I said, it was Nemir who was the closest to his highness, if the prince had a significant confidence to share, he most likely would have gone to him...
“As I recall, one of the most difficult things he went through at that time, was the sailing of Nardol,” said Faervel. “Though...”
The other elf’s mood seemed to suddenly change; he stopped and shifted his bag, silently watching the children who seemed to have found some new object of interest on the ground...
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing...I do not know why it came to my mind just now. I’m sure I hadn’t thought about it in over a century.
“It was sometime after Nardol left...I...
“I don’t know whether it is something I should be speaking of or even if it has any relation to whatever it is that you wish to know...”
He took a deep breath and seemed to think carefully before he spoke. “It was a strange incident.
“It was awhile after Nardol had left. Legolas came our family’s flet one day. He was accompanied by Nemir instead of that Man who had replaced Nardol...he had often gone to stay with us for a day or two, so it wasn’t surprising...”
“But...?”
“He did not seem himself when he arrived...he seemed deeply troubled about something, distracted...
“...and I remember he had some bad bruises on his face and, I noticed later, on his arms as well. He made up some unlikely excuse about getting them sparring with Prince Ethiel...”
“You didn’t believe that.”
The look on his face as he spoke told Feredir the answer should be obvious. “Even though Legolas was the younger, when he and Ethiel sparred, even years before his highness began his formal training, it was nearly always Ethiel with the bruises...
“Nemir left the same day,” the younger elf went on, as they continued walking, “but Legolas stayed for about a week.
"He usually stayed in my room when he visited, unless my brother was away, since I had the spare bed...on the second night, he awoke out of some terrible nightmare...I had never seen him like that...he was terrified and he wept like an Elfling. I did my best to comfort him, but he wouldn’t tell me anything...I talked to Nemir later, but he knew no more than I...he didn’t believe the bruises were from a sparring accident either...”
“What happened?”
“He seemed perfectly normal the next day and for the rest of his visit. He never mentioned that night again, and I never pressed him on it; though there was something in the back of my mind for a long time that told me that maybe I should have...
"There was a change in him after that...it was almost imperceptible, but it was there..."
"I never thought of it as such, but I think you're right...”
The king’s son frowned, thinking with a heavy heart that whatever private grief his brother had been going through, everyone around him seemed to have simply disregarded it. “The difference was so small, it was easy to dismiss it, but that was around that time that he began to stay away for days without explanation...
“Valar...”
“...there was another night decades later, ” Faervel continued. “I don’t remember the occasion, but Legolas, Nemir and I had both had too much wine...his Majesty was not happy about that; he already thought me a bad influence...
“Anyway, we had gotten him to his room...most of our talk was a lot of drunken nonsense...but he was in a peculiar mood that night...and it wasn’t only the drinks...
“...he spoke of having been unhappy for a long time and not really knowing why...
“That he was tired of trying to pretend every day to be the king’s perfect heir, as everyone expected, no matter how flawed he was...”
“...flawed?”
“...he said your father would not forgive him if he realized how weak and damaged he was...”
“That doesn’t sound like my brother...in his life, I never heard such thoughts from him especially about Adar...and I never knew him to be anything except self-assured...”
“It was very strange...I don’t know why he spoke like that...I have never seen anyone look so...so lost...but we couldn’t get him to say any more about it then or the next day than he had that other night...
“Whatever was in his heart, he was far too good at keeping it to himself.”
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...they had reached the turn to Faervel and Talagan’s house as they talked. “Would you like to come up, hir nin?” asked the artist, coming out his thoughts.
“...your brother left something with us and I think it is time it was returned.”
“What is it?”
He smiled enigmatically. “Tula...”
They climbed the short rise to the cottage and entered the woodelves’ small home. As with most traditional Silvan homes, it was not overly furnished, but it was comfortable, with plenty of air and light from two high windows on opposite walls and decorated with a few of Faervel’s paintings...
Having been adopted by the king at such a young age, Feredir had few memories of his Silvan home or the ways of woodelves, except from his grandfather, who though of Silvan blood, had spent most of his thousands of years as a courtier.
Still, there was something surprisingly inviting about the little house.
“It does not look like Talagan’s home yet,” said the woodelf taking the twins’ cloaks.
“Ada, can we play outside?” asked Hisel, doing her best to cozy up to her father...
“...lala, you’ve both had all day to play outside, and it’ll be dark soon. I think it’s time you went upstairs and did some schoolwork...we'll have supper when your Taro gets home.
“Now, bid farewell to Lord Feredir and go on.”
“Gerich lend, hir nin.”
“Namarie.”
“Namarie, children.
“Ciel is right,” the warrior smiled, as the pair gathered their books from one of the shelves and headed to their rooms, “they’re adorable.”
“...and they make the most it, believe me,” he said, smiling in loving resignation.
“What was it you wished me to see?”
From a small alcove in the wall, Faervel retrieved a long box; a little over two feet long and brought it to a table in the middle of the room. “Your brother meant this as a gift for you?”
He opened the box and Feredir saw it was a short-sword, it’s hilt decorated with Elvish letters, but in a tongue he did not understand...
“...a gift?”
“He had it made by a renowned smith in our village,” said the artist. “The writing is a very old language; a mixture of Nandorin and Avari I’m told...it is a Silvan blessing for protection...”
Feredir picked up the sword and pulled it from its scabbard, testing its weight. It felt perfect in his hand, and he remembered sadly the day Legolas had been lost had been only a few months before Feredir’s 1250th Begetting Day...there seemed to be so many things suddenly he had not known about his brother...
“He never had a change to take it home, but I think it is past time you had it.”
“I do not know what to say...”
Faervel shook his head, “It is your brother’s gift; we just never found the right moment to deliver it...
“Im harthon han selma lava le gerich rui a galen raid,” he said. “And may your brother always go with you in your heart, as mine does...”
TBC...
Elvish Translations:
Milui Aderthad / Friendly reunion
Adar, ada / Father, dad, daddy
Mae govannen / Well met
Suilaid! / Greetings!
Hir nin / my lord
Anann chen ú-gennin / I have not seen you for a long time
Nin hin / my children
Ellons / male elves
Meldis nin / my (female) friend
Meldir / male friend
Ontani / parents (in this case, Feredir’s Adar and sire)
Namarie / farewell, goodbye
Lasgalen / Greenleaf (variation of the name Legolas)
Hisel / wise eyes
Tula / Come
Lala / (Q.) no
Taro / father, sire (shortened form of Ontaro / (Q.) begetter)
Gerich lend / good journey
Im harthon han selma lava le gerich rui a galen raid / I hope it will grant you a good hunt and green paths...