In Twilight

A/N: This story has come to its end! Thank you all so very much for reading and reviewing. And a thank you to Ilye for beta reading. I hope to have more stories in store for all of you reading out there. Enjoy!


Epilogue: In the Land of the Valar
Summary: A thousand years after sailing into the West, Elladan and Legolas sit together on the shores of Valinor, remembering old times (slash).

The shores of Valinor were a glorious sight to those who were allowed to gaze upon them. White sand nearly the color of mithril greeted the most azure waters anyone had ever seen. Tall and majestic cliffs sheered the shoreline here and there, green forest bordering the ends of the white sandy beach. The water was always cool, the salty breeze always warm. One could spend hours walking the line where sand met water, breathing in the refreshing air, forgetting their cares if they had any to begin with. On this bright day a lone figure walked the shoreline. He was dressed simply in a tunic of white and leggings of green. He had left his boots and what few weapons he carried on a spot near the forest, for few needed arms in Valinor but many still carried such items.

As he walked, Legolas kept his path straight, but his eyes were fixed on the horizon where ocean met sky. A thousand years had passed since he had traveled to this undying land with his friend, Gimli the Dwarf, and the rest of the elves from Middle-earth who had wished to leave. It had a been long time indeed since he had last laid eyes on his old friend, Aragorn, and the Lady Arwen, his lover’s sister. The last he had seen of the Evenstar was when she hame tme to the shore with her children, the prince Eldarion and his sisters, to see her brothers and the last of her kinsmen off. Legolas still remembered the look of love and longing in her gray eyes as she watched them sail away, never to join them nor see them again. He wondered how often his lover and his family thought of their sister, their daughter, granddaughter whom they would never see again. Even he, who had come to view Arwen as his own sister, thought about her, though she must have long passed from the world and to wherever the spirits of mortal Men travel to.

Sighing softly, the golden-haired prince turned, walking back to where he had laid his belongings. Instead of retrieving them and returning to the city where the others were surely waiting,sat sat next to his things in the sand, feeling the warm sea breeze on his face, the cooler winds of the forest at his back. So engrossed in his thoughts was he that Legolas failed to notice the presence creeping up on him until a pair of arms wrapped themselves firmly about his shoulders, another body pressing against his back. A smile came to him as he leaned back, turning his head to capture his lover’s lips in a delicate kiss.

“Your eyes look thoughtful today, anor-nîn,” Elladan said, placing a kiss in the hair behind Legolas’ ear. “What memories assail your beautiful mind this day?”

“Memories of the past, and events we were not present for.” Legolas sighed deeply, leaning back into Elladan’s embrace. A moment of silence passed between them before he spoke again. “Do you think of her?”

“Of whom do you speak?”

“Your sister.”

There was no immediate answer. Another moment of silence passed before it was Elladan’s turn to break the silence. “I think of her now and again,” he said, his breath tickling the tip of Legolas’ ear. “I sometimes wonder what it would be like if she were here, if we could all see her again. But, she wished to stay. Her love was in Middle-earth, not Valinor. She would have been happy here; I think Arwen was the happiest with Estel and her children. She gave up her mortality in order to keep her happiness and love. With us she would have kept her immortal life, but she would never smile happily again if she left Estel, or the land she loved him in, behind.”

“You sound as if you almost wish you were back.”

“Do you not have such thoughts at times?” Legolas admitted silently that such thoughts had crossed his mind, but he remained silent, his answer left unsp; bu; but Elladan had known him long enough to already know his answer. The twin continued to speak. “I do often think about the times I spent there, my childhood and the experiences I had. But I made my choice; Elrohir and I chose to remain immortal whilst Arwen chose the opposite. I don’t regret my decision, though I often wonder what a mortal life would have been like. I’m sure Ada and Elrohir have had such ideas, as Arwen must have pondered on having an immortal life. Our decisions make us who we are, however, and we must live by the consequences. Such is our lot in life.” Elladan’s brow furrowed as Legolas began to laugh in his arms. t, mt, might I ask, is so humorous to you?”

“Forgive me, ithil-nîn,” Legolas gasped through helpless giggles. “But the way you spoke just now reminded me a great deal of Gimli.”

“I remind you of the Dwarf?” What insolence! But the Peredhel allowed himself a small smile at the thought.

“Aye, the bit about making choices and living through the consequences. Gimli said something similar to me when we were sailing towards the Pelennor.”

“And, pray tell, what was the conversation about?”

Legolas sobered a bit, fidgeting with a corner of his tuns hes he thought of what to say. He sighed when Elladan incessantly began to tug at a strand of golden hair at the prince’s prolonged silence. “I was worried about what choice you were going to make. You hadn’t told me and…and I was worried you wished to stay on Middle-earth. I was worried I was going to lose you.”

“Legolas…” Elladan wasn’t quite sure what he was going to say; instead, he drew his lover close against his chest, burying his face into the golden hair and nuzzling a creamy neck. He could feel the prince sigh deeply and lean back into the embrace, covering Elladan’s h wit with his own. For long moments neither spoke; the twin’s voice was in a hushed whisper when he broke the silence. “I would never dream of leaving you. There was nothing to fear; I wasn’t going to let you die from grieving for me.”

“I know that now, but I wasn’t so sure then. I love you dearly, Elladan, and I know you would never willingly do anything to hurt me. But I was still frightened so much I almost couldn’t think rationally. It was Gimli who eased my fright, made me realize that you have never been one to jump into anything without first considering the consequences.”

“He is right.”

Legolas smiled, turning his head so as to lay a tender kiss upon his lover’s temple. “I know, melme. I have never doubted you. Despair, however, can creep upon a person without them knowinWe hWe have all felt its pull at one point or another.”

“Aye, it is not an emotion I enjoy experiencing. Though I doubt we have much reason to feel it these days.” The pair maintained an easy silence after Elladan’s words. Together they watched as Arien sailed across the sky and dipped into the far West just as Tirion made his ascent, the stars shining brightly to announce his arrive. “Ata’da is watching, as always.”

The prince lifted his eyes to gaze longingly at the star his lover pointed out. Eärendil, the mariner, his love’s grandfather. This night, as so many nights before and so many to follow, he was shining brightly, twinkling in the sea of the sky and washing all of the Undying Land in his light. “He shines brighter here than in Middle-earth.”

“Aye, I have noticed that as well. Perhaps it is because he knows that many is fis family are here. But I wonder if they still take the time to admire the night sky in Middle-earth. It would be a pity if they do not; the night holds many mysteries.”

“Let us discover some, shall we?”

Elladan cocked an eyebrow at theyfulyful tone thoundounded in Legolas’ voice. Glancing down, he noticed a familiar twinkle in the blue gaze he loved so much. A smirk began to tug at the corner os lis lips as he decided to play this game. “Why, anor-nîn, just what is it you are implying?”

“I am implying nothing, ithil-nîn. I simply suggested we do a little exploring during this beautiful night.”

“And, pray tell, what kind of exploring did you have in mind?”

“Maybe something like this?” Quickly Legolas turned in Elladan’s arms and sealed their lips together in a searing kiss.

The twin moaned as a demanding tongue slipped past his lips and invaded his mouth, licking and tickling everything it could reach. His own tongue flickered out and began to wrestle with his lover’s; the twin smiled into the kiss as Legolas uttered a barely audible mew from his throat. Elladan began to take control of the kiss as he nibbled at the prince’s lower lip, running his tongue lightly over the gentle bite before invading that luscious mouth again. “I think I’m up for a little exploring this night after that romp,” Elladan whispered as they parted for air.

“And who shall lead this expedition?” Legolas asked, suckling lightly on an ear tip.

“I let you lead last night. It’s my turn.”

“I believe I can accept those terms.”

“That is good to hear, melme, because I would not have had it any way else.” Sounding a playful growl, Elladan twisted and was able to pin Legolas underneath him as the pair fell onto a soft bed of moss and ferns. The Peredhel took his time devouring his lover’s mouth while his hands hastily removed their clothing. Creamy skin shimmered faintly in the light of the dying sun, flushing a light pink color from arousal.

Legolas buried his hands into waves of raven hair as he felt kisses and licks being placed down the expanse of his neck. He arched his head back to allow his love easier access whilst pressing their bodies closer together. A deep moan left his lips as their erections rubbed together from his movements. He wanted this, craved it; Legolas could barely remember the time before their meeting. If he was truthful, he really didn’t want to remember. Elladan was his life now, had always been. He was incomplete without his dark-haired lover.

“Legolas…melethron-nîn…”

The golden-haired prince shivered at the husky voice whispering into his ear. He could do nothing but moan as Elladan loosely grasped his arousal, gently stroking the heated flesh to aching hardness. /I couldn’t live without his touch; the world means nothing to me without him./ “Ithil-nîn…”

“I love you.”

“I love you as well.” Legolas returned Elladan’s smile, closing his eyes with a sigh as he felt fingers gently massage his entrance. He offered no resistance as the fingers, coated in his own pre-ejaculate he realized, breached him, scissoring and stretching the ring of muscle gently. “Elladan…”

“Hush, melme. Just a little patience; I don‘t wish to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me. Please…”

There was nothing Elladan was ever able to deny this creature. How many times had he told himself such? Countless times it seemed; it didn’t matter. Each affirmation seemed to place more emphasis on the concept. Gazing down at the golden beauty writhing in abandon beneath him, Elladan again realized that he would give everything he had for his heart. He placed loving kisses across flushed cheeks as he quickly prepared himself. Breaching the guardian ring of muscle, Elladan slowly pressed inside his love, stopping only when he was fully sheathed inside overwhelming heat. He paused only a moment to adjust before pulling out and thrusting in again; a pleasant mew left Legolas’ throat, indicating that the twin had found the hidden gland.

“Saes, ithil-nîn…”

Elladan answered with a soul-searing kiss as he began to move; Legolas pressed back against him, increasing the rhythm of their joining. Hands found one another, fingers entwining as each gripped the other hard as if afraid to left go. Elladan broke from the kiss, dipping his head to lick the satiny curve of a collarbone. Shudders ripped through Legolas’ body at the warm, wet contact; he let go of the twin’s hands, wrapping his arms tightly about Elladan’suldeulders. The Peredhel’s lips inched upwards, closing around the thrumming pulse at the prince’s neck; his hand moved downward, gently clasping Legolas’ weeping erection and stroking him to completion. With a wordless cry of release, Legolas reached his peak as stars shimmered behind his closed eyes. Elladan came a moment later, spilling himself into his love as he slumped forward with a happy smile upon his face.

“To have eternity with you is what I’ve always wanted,” Elladan whispered after they had lain together in silence for long moment. “I could not bear to leave you alone.”

“I know, melethron, I know.” Legolas tenderly kissed the dark crown before him, one hand gently smoothing over the muscles of Elladan’s back. “And eternity we have.”

“Aye, eternity.” The Peredhel raised himself onto his elbows, gazing down at the smiling blue orbs. “Together.” Leaning forward, he claimed the lips he craved so much, lips already swollen from previous kisses. Legolas returned the kiss with all the love for the twin he possessed. Overhead, Ithil and the stars shone brightly, bathing the land in a gentle glow. But their light was dimmed by that which two bonded lovers shared on a white-sanded beach in the lands of Valinor.

Translations:
Anor-nîn-My sun
Ada-Father
Ithil-nîn-My moon
Melme-Love
Ata’da-Grandfather
Melethron-nîn-My lover
Saes-Please