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Belief
Title: Belief
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Thranduil (Implied)
Rating: G
Word Count: 573
Prompt: 07 - We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where can live together and both be content.
Notes: A sequel to 'Clouds of Change.'
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The war was over, Sauron had been defeated and his armies, though still resistant, were leaderless and swiftly being defeated by the joined forces of Elves and Men. Slowly but surely, the shadow that had sat over Arda for so long, was being lifted.
Thranduil stood at the window, staring out at the forest and beyond. For the first time in centuries, he could see patches of sky through leaves that were once again becoming green. Their home was being reclaimed, yet the heart of the King was still heavy.
Nearby, a discarded letter lay on a table. His son was safe, though he would not return for some time yet. The news that Legolas had survived had lifted a great weight from Thranduil, yet another still lingered.
The last news that had come from Lothlórien was when his own scouts had reported an army of orcs marching towards the Golden Wood. Since then there had been nothing and the King feared that they were still besieged. Were his own forces not so stretched, he would have sent aid long ago.
Resting his hands on the heavy stone ledge, he did not move, not even when soft footsteps came up behind him.
“My Lord?”
“I am busy, Galion,” Thranduil told his butler. “Leave me be.”
Galion wisely refrained from remarking on what his King classed as busy. Instead, he set a goblet of wine on the table, along with a light meal of bread and cold meats.
“Not until you eat, Sire,” Galion replied. “I tire of taking away plates in the same condition as I brought them to you.”
“I have no desire for food.” Still Thranduil did not so much as move. “All I desire is to hear from Rúmil.”
There was silence for a moment as Galion chose his words carefully. “It… may be some time until there is news from Lothlórien,” he said quietly. “There is no sense in starving yourself.”
Despite his distraction, Thranduil did not miss the hidden implication in his butler’s words. “He will come back to me. He promised.”
“It is war,” Galion reminded him, “and in war promise can be broken despite all good intentions. I do not wish to be harsh, my Lord – but it must be said. What if he does not return to you?”
The very thought was unbearable, yet Thranduil forced himself to consider it as he stared out of the window, as though he could see through the tall trees and glimpse the other wood. As heartening as it was to see birds once again beginning to nest in the leafy boughs, the sense of optimism did not run deep enough to allow him to dispute Galion’s words. He had seen enough of war to know that such things were true.
After a lengthy silence, he gave his answer. “Then I believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where can live together and both be content. Even if it is not as soon as I wish, I know he will come back to me.”
To that, Galion had no reply. His King’s belief was as encouraging as it was worrying. It was that determination that had seen the realm through countless dark years – he only hoped that this time, it would not be his downfall.
Shaking his head sadly, he left the King to his lonely vigil.
END
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Thranduil (Implied)
Rating: G
Word Count: 573
Prompt: 07 - We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where can live together and both be content.
Notes: A sequel to 'Clouds of Change.'
******************
The war was over, Sauron had been defeated and his armies, though still resistant, were leaderless and swiftly being defeated by the joined forces of Elves and Men. Slowly but surely, the shadow that had sat over Arda for so long, was being lifted.
Thranduil stood at the window, staring out at the forest and beyond. For the first time in centuries, he could see patches of sky through leaves that were once again becoming green. Their home was being reclaimed, yet the heart of the King was still heavy.
Nearby, a discarded letter lay on a table. His son was safe, though he would not return for some time yet. The news that Legolas had survived had lifted a great weight from Thranduil, yet another still lingered.
The last news that had come from Lothlórien was when his own scouts had reported an army of orcs marching towards the Golden Wood. Since then there had been nothing and the King feared that they were still besieged. Were his own forces not so stretched, he would have sent aid long ago.
Resting his hands on the heavy stone ledge, he did not move, not even when soft footsteps came up behind him.
“My Lord?”
“I am busy, Galion,” Thranduil told his butler. “Leave me be.”
Galion wisely refrained from remarking on what his King classed as busy. Instead, he set a goblet of wine on the table, along with a light meal of bread and cold meats.
“Not until you eat, Sire,” Galion replied. “I tire of taking away plates in the same condition as I brought them to you.”
“I have no desire for food.” Still Thranduil did not so much as move. “All I desire is to hear from Rúmil.”
There was silence for a moment as Galion chose his words carefully. “It… may be some time until there is news from Lothlórien,” he said quietly. “There is no sense in starving yourself.”
Despite his distraction, Thranduil did not miss the hidden implication in his butler’s words. “He will come back to me. He promised.”
“It is war,” Galion reminded him, “and in war promise can be broken despite all good intentions. I do not wish to be harsh, my Lord – but it must be said. What if he does not return to you?”
The very thought was unbearable, yet Thranduil forced himself to consider it as he stared out of the window, as though he could see through the tall trees and glimpse the other wood. As heartening as it was to see birds once again beginning to nest in the leafy boughs, the sense of optimism did not run deep enough to allow him to dispute Galion’s words. He had seen enough of war to know that such things were true.
After a lengthy silence, he gave his answer. “Then I believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where can live together and both be content. Even if it is not as soon as I wish, I know he will come back to me.”
To that, Galion had no reply. His King’s belief was as encouraging as it was worrying. It was that determination that had seen the realm through countless dark years – he only hoped that this time, it would not be his downfall.
Shaking his head sadly, he left the King to his lonely vigil.
END