The Jewel of Mirkwood
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Adult ++
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The Last Day of Forever
Chapter 124
Legolas awoke to a gentle hand song ang across his forehead. Assuming the soft hand belonged to Glorfindel Legolas nuzzled into it, appreciatively mumbling the seneschal’s name. As if scalded by the touch the hand disappeared sharply and Legolas blinked his eyes to awareness to see what he had done to offend his lover. The pair of eyes that looked back at him however weren’t the sapphire blue of Glorfindel’s but rather the dusky brown of Elrond’s youngest son.
“Elrohir?” Confused Legolas stared at Elrohir who was sitting stoically in the chair beside the bed a book resting in his lap. “Where is Glorfindel?” Feeling behind him and finding the bed empty Legolas sat up sharply groaning a little at the pain, which swept through his body from his abdomen.
“Shhh, calm yourself Legolas. Glorfindel has left for the borders already.” Elrohir spoke softly his hand resting on Legolas but nothing softened the reality of Glorfindel’s leaving. Legolas looked completely stricken and Elrohir felt his heart constrict having seen the pain in his friend’s eyes. In silence Legolas lay back against the pillows and curled up tightly on his side, Glorfindel’s own pillow clutched to his chest. Sensing Legolas upset Elrohir kicked off his shoes and put his book aside before climbing ungracefully into bed beside the prince. In a friendly gesture Elrohir rolled Legolas over to face him before gently embracing the prince against his chest and beginning to move his hands in soothing circles on the prince’s back.
“I fear for him Elrohir.” Legolas’ whisper breezed into the collar of Elrohir’s tunic making the half elf shiver. No one had ever seen Legolas so down before and Elrohir hated to see the smile fade from his friend’s features.
“You should not fear anything Legolas.” Elrohir paused and began gently weaving Legolas long golden hair into a strange knot that fell lightly down his back. “Glorfindel is a strong warrior, he has fought many battles and lived on to tell the tales. He will not take risks with his life and just as my father trusts him to carry out his duty, I trust him to return to us as romiromises.” Legolas smiled weakly up at Elrohir having heard similar words from Glorfindel himself. There was little doubting who had taught the twins in their younger years, both characteristics of Glorfindel and Erestor shining through in the half elf’s personalities. Legolas tightened his hold on Elrohir causing a surprised chuckle from the half elf.
“I will not get through this without your guidance Elrohir, will you stay with me while he is gone?” Elrohir rolled his eyes at Legolas desperation but nodded all the same.
“Aye I will Legolas but I believe you are making far too much of his leaving and I have little doubt he will be home before next season.” Legolas smiled genuinely this time feeling better at hearing Elrohir’s positive thoughts on the subject. “Now come along Gandalf is waiting for you to join him for your training today, he will not be happy if you are late.” Despite the niggling soreness in his lower regions Legolas reluctantly stood from the bed, Elrohir helping him with a playful tug of his arm. The day on horseback would be uncomfortable after his session with Glorfindel but Legolas would not take any of the herbs Elrohir offered to dull the ache. The pain was a constant reminder of how Glorfindel felt in him and Legolas did not want the feeling or memories to ever fade.
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Legolas and Elrohir were surprised to find Elrond with Gandalf in the stables when they arrived. Gone were Elrond’s stately robes, discarded for a more a traditional tunic and leggings. Just like Imaldris’ warriors Elrond had a sword and quiver strapped to his person, the only distingung fng feature that would set him apart from the other warriors was the silver circlet that rested atop his head, partially hidden by the warrior’s braids.
“Ada? What are you doing?” Elrohir it seemed was just as shocked as Legolas to see his father dressed in such a way and unintentionally circled him staring at Elrond in confusion. Both Elrond and Gandalf chuckled at the younger elves reactions as each led two horses out into the morning sun. Imladris was unnaturally quiet, the activities of once lively warriors and guards no longer apparent in the courtyard of training fields. All who were able had gone to the borders to protect their lands leaving only the women who without question had taken up their son’s and husbands duties, so that Imladris continued to run smoothly in the absence of the men.
“What does it look like my son? I am joining you in your ride today?” Elrond dismissively handed Legolas the reigns to his horse, Iest before nimbly mounting his own dark steed. Legolas had never before seen the Lord of Imladris look so noble and wise perched easily on his horse. It had been long written in texts that Elrond had once ridden aside Gil-Galad into battle but until now Legolas had not truly believed it. Elrond did not quite fit the picture of a great elvan warrior until now that was. Elrohir it seemed was still curious to his father’s actions and although he mounted his steed also he glared at his father suspiciously.
“Yes I can see your intentions Ada but why? You have never taken any interest in riding before, why now do you feel the need to accompany us when it is no less interesting than Legolas continued training?” Elrohir rode easily beside his father, Gandalf and Legolas a little ahead of them but still within conversation range. Elrond sighed heavily and stroked the mane of his horse before turned seriously towards his youngest son. Elrohir was the smartest of his two sons and the most receptive to people’s emotions. There was little Elrond could have ever hidden from Elrohir, the young half elf always knowing the truth behind his fathers protective lies he often told Elladan as not to hurt him with the truth.
“There will be little time to enjoy such a luxury in the coming years Elrohir and I wish to see Imladris in it’s beauty once more, should I not get the opportunity to do so again. The future is uncertain and thus I am enjoying today like it will be my last less tomorrow I will not be here.” Elrond turned his gaze away from his sons having seen the fear and worry clouding the younger elf’s eyes.
“You speak as if you know what is to come, yet you say that our future is uncertain? Why do you harbour such gloomy thoughts, when there is still hope in the realms?” Elrohir questioned his father decisively silently wondering when his father had become so pessimistic. Elrond did not have a chance to reply to his son as Gandalf turned back to them a strange seriousness washing his features.
“Your father is merely being sensible Elrohir just as you should be. We, all of us do not know what is to come and it is best that we enjoy the serenity and peace we have left for it will not last long. Unlike you Elrohir, your father has seen war before and knows well what horrors it entails. Perhaps if you knew what lay ahead of you, you too would be enjoying this day as you would do your last day in Arada.” Almost instantly Elrohir closed his mouth another retort dying on his lips as he looked back and forth between Gandalf and Elrond, having seen the uncertainty and fear in both elders eyes. Legolas had said nothing during the entire conversation his eyes merely vacantly scanning the horizon his face emotionless as he tightened his hands on the reigns of his horse having felt Elrohir’s questioning gaze upon him.
“You do not believe that we can win this war do you?” Elrohir spoke flatly to Elrond and Gandalf who had both drawn level with him, leaving Legolas to continue leading them alone. Gandalf sighed heavily as Elrohir picked up immediately what all the turmoil boiled down to in the end.
“Only time will tell whether we will succeed against our enemies or not Elrohir. With an uncertain future ahead of us we must instead look to the hope within ourselves.” Gandalf looked knowingly across at El who who was now gently reaching across to place a soothing hand upon his son’s shoulder. “I believe that although there seems little hope that things will in time work out for the best.” Elrohir smiled weakly and looked questioningly across at his father who merely nodded in agreement with Gandalf.
“I believe that too Elrohir but I am still not willing to waste a single day waiting for my beliefs to come true.” Elrond leaned easily across from his own horse to press a soft kiss his his son’s forehead before drawing back and smiling warmly into Elrohir’s eyes. “Let us here no more of this Elrohir, we will face what fate has to offer us when it is our time to do so. For now let us concentrate on insuring our dear woodland prince is healthy and fit enough to carry his child.” Gandalf, Elrohir and Elrond all turned to glance at Legolas ahead of them who huffed a contemptible chuckle at Elrond’s comment.
“I am healthy and fit, how dare you accuse me of being other wise!” Legolas looked incredulously at Elrond who merely snorted in laughter at the prince’s hurt, having not meant his comment to be taken offensively. Gandalf too began laughing as Legolas pulled his horse to a halt and folded his arms haughtily across his chest in anger at being laughed at.
”Forgive them Legolas they are old and have nothing better to laugh at but your expense. They are only jealous of your youthful good looks and unmatched archery skills...” Elrohir winced as he was clipped sharply across both ears by first his father and then Gandalf both elders a little offended by his calling them old. In order to get away from being picked on Elrohir rode sharply forward to catch up with Legolas who was now laughing heartily.
“You will take that back Elrohir my son, and despite our age we could wipe the floor with the both of you.” Elrond called back to his son who was now putting a little distance between himself, Gandalf and his father. Elrohir glanced cheekily across at Legolas as Elrond and Gandalf began to gain on them again. Thallhallenge had been offered and accepted as both Elrohir and Legolas dug their heels into the sides of their steeds.
“I will only take it back if you catch us Ada!” Calling back to his father in Sindarian both Elrohir and Legolas took off into the paths of Imladris, Elrohir leading the way. Elrond and Gandalf both shook their heads and rolled their eyes in mild amusement before they too took up the chase. It seemed it was going to be a much longer day than Elrond had counted on but no more interesting as well.
TBC>..........................
(A/N) Alrighty thanks again for all of you who are sticking with me on this one. I know it's a long read but so is LOTR and lets face it's worth it in the end right??? Please I much appreciate your feedback even if it's to tell me how you spent your holiday or how hot you think Orlando Bloom is. Chrissy is coming up so I'm in full writing mode, cause Christmas shits me up the wall and I will do everything in my power to avoid it even spend all day writing this story. Apart from that we take a rather big time jump for the next chapter, just because it would take me ages to write Leggy's entire pregnancy so we're going to skip a few months or 7 to be precise.
Anyway again thanks for the support and I really do hope this is worth all the reading, I think it is but then again I kind of have a biased oppinion considering I wrote all 514 pages of the fucking thing.
Okay enjoy chrissy and stay tuned for more chapters
RIFFRAFF
Legolas awoke to a gentle hand song ang across his forehead. Assuming the soft hand belonged to Glorfindel Legolas nuzzled into it, appreciatively mumbling the seneschal’s name. As if scalded by the touch the hand disappeared sharply and Legolas blinked his eyes to awareness to see what he had done to offend his lover. The pair of eyes that looked back at him however weren’t the sapphire blue of Glorfindel’s but rather the dusky brown of Elrond’s youngest son.
“Elrohir?” Confused Legolas stared at Elrohir who was sitting stoically in the chair beside the bed a book resting in his lap. “Where is Glorfindel?” Feeling behind him and finding the bed empty Legolas sat up sharply groaning a little at the pain, which swept through his body from his abdomen.
“Shhh, calm yourself Legolas. Glorfindel has left for the borders already.” Elrohir spoke softly his hand resting on Legolas but nothing softened the reality of Glorfindel’s leaving. Legolas looked completely stricken and Elrohir felt his heart constrict having seen the pain in his friend’s eyes. In silence Legolas lay back against the pillows and curled up tightly on his side, Glorfindel’s own pillow clutched to his chest. Sensing Legolas upset Elrohir kicked off his shoes and put his book aside before climbing ungracefully into bed beside the prince. In a friendly gesture Elrohir rolled Legolas over to face him before gently embracing the prince against his chest and beginning to move his hands in soothing circles on the prince’s back.
“I fear for him Elrohir.” Legolas’ whisper breezed into the collar of Elrohir’s tunic making the half elf shiver. No one had ever seen Legolas so down before and Elrohir hated to see the smile fade from his friend’s features.
“You should not fear anything Legolas.” Elrohir paused and began gently weaving Legolas long golden hair into a strange knot that fell lightly down his back. “Glorfindel is a strong warrior, he has fought many battles and lived on to tell the tales. He will not take risks with his life and just as my father trusts him to carry out his duty, I trust him to return to us as romiromises.” Legolas smiled weakly up at Elrohir having heard similar words from Glorfindel himself. There was little doubting who had taught the twins in their younger years, both characteristics of Glorfindel and Erestor shining through in the half elf’s personalities. Legolas tightened his hold on Elrohir causing a surprised chuckle from the half elf.
“I will not get through this without your guidance Elrohir, will you stay with me while he is gone?” Elrohir rolled his eyes at Legolas desperation but nodded all the same.
“Aye I will Legolas but I believe you are making far too much of his leaving and I have little doubt he will be home before next season.” Legolas smiled genuinely this time feeling better at hearing Elrohir’s positive thoughts on the subject. “Now come along Gandalf is waiting for you to join him for your training today, he will not be happy if you are late.” Despite the niggling soreness in his lower regions Legolas reluctantly stood from the bed, Elrohir helping him with a playful tug of his arm. The day on horseback would be uncomfortable after his session with Glorfindel but Legolas would not take any of the herbs Elrohir offered to dull the ache. The pain was a constant reminder of how Glorfindel felt in him and Legolas did not want the feeling or memories to ever fade.
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Legolas and Elrohir were surprised to find Elrond with Gandalf in the stables when they arrived. Gone were Elrond’s stately robes, discarded for a more a traditional tunic and leggings. Just like Imaldris’ warriors Elrond had a sword and quiver strapped to his person, the only distingung fng feature that would set him apart from the other warriors was the silver circlet that rested atop his head, partially hidden by the warrior’s braids.
“Ada? What are you doing?” Elrohir it seemed was just as shocked as Legolas to see his father dressed in such a way and unintentionally circled him staring at Elrond in confusion. Both Elrond and Gandalf chuckled at the younger elves reactions as each led two horses out into the morning sun. Imladris was unnaturally quiet, the activities of once lively warriors and guards no longer apparent in the courtyard of training fields. All who were able had gone to the borders to protect their lands leaving only the women who without question had taken up their son’s and husbands duties, so that Imladris continued to run smoothly in the absence of the men.
“What does it look like my son? I am joining you in your ride today?” Elrond dismissively handed Legolas the reigns to his horse, Iest before nimbly mounting his own dark steed. Legolas had never before seen the Lord of Imladris look so noble and wise perched easily on his horse. It had been long written in texts that Elrond had once ridden aside Gil-Galad into battle but until now Legolas had not truly believed it. Elrond did not quite fit the picture of a great elvan warrior until now that was. Elrohir it seemed was still curious to his father’s actions and although he mounted his steed also he glared at his father suspiciously.
“Yes I can see your intentions Ada but why? You have never taken any interest in riding before, why now do you feel the need to accompany us when it is no less interesting than Legolas continued training?” Elrohir rode easily beside his father, Gandalf and Legolas a little ahead of them but still within conversation range. Elrond sighed heavily and stroked the mane of his horse before turned seriously towards his youngest son. Elrohir was the smartest of his two sons and the most receptive to people’s emotions. There was little Elrond could have ever hidden from Elrohir, the young half elf always knowing the truth behind his fathers protective lies he often told Elladan as not to hurt him with the truth.
“There will be little time to enjoy such a luxury in the coming years Elrohir and I wish to see Imladris in it’s beauty once more, should I not get the opportunity to do so again. The future is uncertain and thus I am enjoying today like it will be my last less tomorrow I will not be here.” Elrond turned his gaze away from his sons having seen the fear and worry clouding the younger elf’s eyes.
“You speak as if you know what is to come, yet you say that our future is uncertain? Why do you harbour such gloomy thoughts, when there is still hope in the realms?” Elrohir questioned his father decisively silently wondering when his father had become so pessimistic. Elrond did not have a chance to reply to his son as Gandalf turned back to them a strange seriousness washing his features.
“Your father is merely being sensible Elrohir just as you should be. We, all of us do not know what is to come and it is best that we enjoy the serenity and peace we have left for it will not last long. Unlike you Elrohir, your father has seen war before and knows well what horrors it entails. Perhaps if you knew what lay ahead of you, you too would be enjoying this day as you would do your last day in Arada.” Almost instantly Elrohir closed his mouth another retort dying on his lips as he looked back and forth between Gandalf and Elrond, having seen the uncertainty and fear in both elders eyes. Legolas had said nothing during the entire conversation his eyes merely vacantly scanning the horizon his face emotionless as he tightened his hands on the reigns of his horse having felt Elrohir’s questioning gaze upon him.
“You do not believe that we can win this war do you?” Elrohir spoke flatly to Elrond and Gandalf who had both drawn level with him, leaving Legolas to continue leading them alone. Gandalf sighed heavily as Elrohir picked up immediately what all the turmoil boiled down to in the end.
“Only time will tell whether we will succeed against our enemies or not Elrohir. With an uncertain future ahead of us we must instead look to the hope within ourselves.” Gandalf looked knowingly across at El who who was now gently reaching across to place a soothing hand upon his son’s shoulder. “I believe that although there seems little hope that things will in time work out for the best.” Elrohir smiled weakly and looked questioningly across at his father who merely nodded in agreement with Gandalf.
“I believe that too Elrohir but I am still not willing to waste a single day waiting for my beliefs to come true.” Elrond leaned easily across from his own horse to press a soft kiss his his son’s forehead before drawing back and smiling warmly into Elrohir’s eyes. “Let us here no more of this Elrohir, we will face what fate has to offer us when it is our time to do so. For now let us concentrate on insuring our dear woodland prince is healthy and fit enough to carry his child.” Gandalf, Elrohir and Elrond all turned to glance at Legolas ahead of them who huffed a contemptible chuckle at Elrond’s comment.
“I am healthy and fit, how dare you accuse me of being other wise!” Legolas looked incredulously at Elrond who merely snorted in laughter at the prince’s hurt, having not meant his comment to be taken offensively. Gandalf too began laughing as Legolas pulled his horse to a halt and folded his arms haughtily across his chest in anger at being laughed at.
”Forgive them Legolas they are old and have nothing better to laugh at but your expense. They are only jealous of your youthful good looks and unmatched archery skills...” Elrohir winced as he was clipped sharply across both ears by first his father and then Gandalf both elders a little offended by his calling them old. In order to get away from being picked on Elrohir rode sharply forward to catch up with Legolas who was now laughing heartily.
“You will take that back Elrohir my son, and despite our age we could wipe the floor with the both of you.” Elrond called back to his son who was now putting a little distance between himself, Gandalf and his father. Elrohir glanced cheekily across at Legolas as Elrond and Gandalf began to gain on them again. Thallhallenge had been offered and accepted as both Elrohir and Legolas dug their heels into the sides of their steeds.
“I will only take it back if you catch us Ada!” Calling back to his father in Sindarian both Elrohir and Legolas took off into the paths of Imladris, Elrohir leading the way. Elrond and Gandalf both shook their heads and rolled their eyes in mild amusement before they too took up the chase. It seemed it was going to be a much longer day than Elrond had counted on but no more interesting as well.
TBC>..........................
(A/N) Alrighty thanks again for all of you who are sticking with me on this one. I know it's a long read but so is LOTR and lets face it's worth it in the end right??? Please I much appreciate your feedback even if it's to tell me how you spent your holiday or how hot you think Orlando Bloom is. Chrissy is coming up so I'm in full writing mode, cause Christmas shits me up the wall and I will do everything in my power to avoid it even spend all day writing this story. Apart from that we take a rather big time jump for the next chapter, just because it would take me ages to write Leggy's entire pregnancy so we're going to skip a few months or 7 to be precise.
Anyway again thanks for the support and I really do hope this is worth all the reading, I think it is but then again I kind of have a biased oppinion considering I wrote all 514 pages of the fucking thing.
Okay enjoy chrissy and stay tuned for more chapters
RIFFRAFF