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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
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2,680
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71
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Chapter 27
Disclaimer: Main characters are not mine but Tolkien's
A?N: Sorry, this one is really short but the rest of it was erased by clumsy fingers. So I had to post something for all of you nice people to read and I think this chapie is pushing me to do more. Next one is about continuing fables of Arthon's past and Hour and Semar.LOL Reviewers are precious, Flamers will have to deal with my angry Glory
ht
http://www.angelfire.com/al4/legolas_woods
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/kikislotrslashfics/
*~*~*~*~
Arthon relaxed himself in the chair after Elrond had left him alone, and he started to think about his past, as the thoughts about those days flashed in front of him.
He explored this study that looked cozy for a place and the lightness of the room made the stay in it very comfortable.
He glanced at that bookshelf again and he bit his lip as he wondered why did Ed ked keep those editions in his study.
What was so famous about the legendary King and what kind of grace did he deserve in these books?
He never read any of those foolish writings because he had lived near that bastard long enough to know what kind of King he really was.
After he dismissed him that day when Arthon came to him and admitted his hearts desires, Gil-Galad had indeed spent more of his time with favofavorite herald.
Arthon in despair had watched all of that in shadow and he devoted his time exploring Elrond and searching for even one spark of hope that would show him if he could freely court him.
As he glanced at those editions that were truly strange to him, his eye caught one small blue book that was somehow familiar to him.
He remembered that this book was the one he gave to Elrond as the secret gift millennia ago and he had sent it by messenger to deliver it to the half-elf.
It was a book of a love poems and Arthon had gifted it to the one person who he thought worthy of it, at that time, but clearly he was fooled by his judgment.
He remembered how he hid behind the tree when his secret beloved received that gift and he clearly remembered the look in those eyes as Elrond saw what he had received.
FLASHBACK
His eyes were large as his face carried surprised expression and Arthon smiled when he looked at the face of his secret beloved.
Arthon was hidden behind the tree, and he followed the messenger as he delivered the neatly wrapped gift to the Herald of the Kings court.
Elrond's gasp was heard and he questioned the confused messenger but he got no word who send the book to him, because the messenger had made a quiet promise to the warrior who requested this task from him.
Nonetheless the hands unwrapped it and he found an edition of poems written centuries ago by the ones who were so lucky to love or to be loved.
Nothing could describe that instant moment when the handsome blue eyes were lit by the expression of hidden happiness and heart that held hope it would win the heart of the one it desires.
END FLASHBACK
"Oh, what use it is to be hunted by the past when the future is endless bony grave only predestined by Valar. There is no love nor desire in my heart but what is this world to me when even the Lord by the title cannot find a peace of mind. Why cursed, I am? What kind of lingerioneloneliness my heart deserves."
Arthon said to himself but the walls had not heard nor had ears for such honest admittance that came from the heart was indeed rare.
He though that he was maybe mad, when those words of nonsense came from his mouth but another remembrance choked him inside as the thoughts came to him about his past life and disappointments one so strongly held inside.
FLASHBACK
It was a sunny morning, as the singing birds announced the beginning of the new day, but for some it meant seeing the bright eyes of their beloved one more time.
Arthon's mood was light but all that brightness day brought, soon ended in the dark pit of despair and lies the mind had conjured up in foolish island of hope.
Why one would dee sue such an unlucky moment when everything came crashing and turning inside out. Why does the day bring unexpected tears for the broken souls who found the peace in loving someone?
And it had been a revealing truth that came hunting Arthon down when he encountered Elrond coming out from the room which was not his own.
Arthon saw half-elf's disheveled appearance and that told him that all the battles had King Galad won and no hope was left to spare for the one who was expecting for the love to appear but all the one got was a broken heart.
END-FLASHBACK
All those memories had uncovered the mask other one held, but he was not to be defeated by the pestering moments that changed his life to the elf he was now.
No mercy he showed because none he got and he freely hated former High-King, but he never uttered the reason why.
Arthon's wife had left him because his hate and bitterness affected her too, and she couldn't live anymore with an elf who felt no love for her whatsoever.
Arthon was glad he was alone again because being with someone was a drag of time and the fake affections no party held for each other became old as the time itself.
Their son Minan was grown and he understood his mother's and father's side of the story and he was also relieved that they had split up.
When Minan was younger he had learned what uncaring father he had in Arthon but that truthful fact arrogant Lord couldn't deny anymore, because it was freely whispered behind his back.
He was proud of what he was and although mostly he was hated, he was somewhat glad because he possessed the strong attributes none of the other elves held.
All of them he considered more or less not worthy of the life in Arda and all of them saw evil but pretended that if they ignored it wouldn't get them.
How wrong were all those elves believing that evil would not defeat their minds, but at the end when it would be to late, the misery clearly bothered their fair faces.
But Arthon's own mind was stuck again at those miserable moments his past saved for him and he sighed, whispering these words that should have been silent.
"My heart was beating for him, but why it did, I do not know. And as the gift I gave to him that day he unwrapped, my soul was filled with simple touch of hopeful grace. None of that grace is now alive and this book is the only remainder of time as it sings of what could have been if the faith wasn't that much cruel. And what is faith, one may ask but the answer is never to be received. We all are victims of the faith because none of us can escape things that are written in our life scroll. None are lucky to live this immortal life without any care in this world. None of us are heartless, but some of us seldom possess true heart. "
TBC.....................
Folk's, never mix nyquil and candy, or you may write these last sassy lines (like I did just now). I do not know what Balrog possessed me to write Arthon's thoughts out loud. Someone please help me. OK just needed to vent a bit.Hope you enjoyed this shortie.lol
A?N: Sorry, this one is really short but the rest of it was erased by clumsy fingers. So I had to post something for all of you nice people to read and I think this chapie is pushing me to do more. Next one is about continuing fables of Arthon's past and Hour and Semar.LOL Reviewers are precious, Flamers will have to deal with my angry Glory
ht
http://www.angelfire.com/al4/legolas_woods
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/kikislotrslashfics/
*~*~*~*~
Arthon relaxed himself in the chair after Elrond had left him alone, and he started to think about his past, as the thoughts about those days flashed in front of him.
He explored this study that looked cozy for a place and the lightness of the room made the stay in it very comfortable.
He glanced at that bookshelf again and he bit his lip as he wondered why did Ed ked keep those editions in his study.
What was so famous about the legendary King and what kind of grace did he deserve in these books?
He never read any of those foolish writings because he had lived near that bastard long enough to know what kind of King he really was.
After he dismissed him that day when Arthon came to him and admitted his hearts desires, Gil-Galad had indeed spent more of his time with favofavorite herald.
Arthon in despair had watched all of that in shadow and he devoted his time exploring Elrond and searching for even one spark of hope that would show him if he could freely court him.
As he glanced at those editions that were truly strange to him, his eye caught one small blue book that was somehow familiar to him.
He remembered that this book was the one he gave to Elrond as the secret gift millennia ago and he had sent it by messenger to deliver it to the half-elf.
It was a book of a love poems and Arthon had gifted it to the one person who he thought worthy of it, at that time, but clearly he was fooled by his judgment.
He remembered how he hid behind the tree when his secret beloved received that gift and he clearly remembered the look in those eyes as Elrond saw what he had received.
FLASHBACK
His eyes were large as his face carried surprised expression and Arthon smiled when he looked at the face of his secret beloved.
Arthon was hidden behind the tree, and he followed the messenger as he delivered the neatly wrapped gift to the Herald of the Kings court.
Elrond's gasp was heard and he questioned the confused messenger but he got no word who send the book to him, because the messenger had made a quiet promise to the warrior who requested this task from him.
Nonetheless the hands unwrapped it and he found an edition of poems written centuries ago by the ones who were so lucky to love or to be loved.
Nothing could describe that instant moment when the handsome blue eyes were lit by the expression of hidden happiness and heart that held hope it would win the heart of the one it desires.
END FLASHBACK
"Oh, what use it is to be hunted by the past when the future is endless bony grave only predestined by Valar. There is no love nor desire in my heart but what is this world to me when even the Lord by the title cannot find a peace of mind. Why cursed, I am? What kind of lingerioneloneliness my heart deserves."
Arthon said to himself but the walls had not heard nor had ears for such honest admittance that came from the heart was indeed rare.
He though that he was maybe mad, when those words of nonsense came from his mouth but another remembrance choked him inside as the thoughts came to him about his past life and disappointments one so strongly held inside.
FLASHBACK
It was a sunny morning, as the singing birds announced the beginning of the new day, but for some it meant seeing the bright eyes of their beloved one more time.
Arthon's mood was light but all that brightness day brought, soon ended in the dark pit of despair and lies the mind had conjured up in foolish island of hope.
Why one would dee sue such an unlucky moment when everything came crashing and turning inside out. Why does the day bring unexpected tears for the broken souls who found the peace in loving someone?
And it had been a revealing truth that came hunting Arthon down when he encountered Elrond coming out from the room which was not his own.
Arthon saw half-elf's disheveled appearance and that told him that all the battles had King Galad won and no hope was left to spare for the one who was expecting for the love to appear but all the one got was a broken heart.
END-FLASHBACK
All those memories had uncovered the mask other one held, but he was not to be defeated by the pestering moments that changed his life to the elf he was now.
No mercy he showed because none he got and he freely hated former High-King, but he never uttered the reason why.
Arthon's wife had left him because his hate and bitterness affected her too, and she couldn't live anymore with an elf who felt no love for her whatsoever.
Arthon was glad he was alone again because being with someone was a drag of time and the fake affections no party held for each other became old as the time itself.
Their son Minan was grown and he understood his mother's and father's side of the story and he was also relieved that they had split up.
When Minan was younger he had learned what uncaring father he had in Arthon but that truthful fact arrogant Lord couldn't deny anymore, because it was freely whispered behind his back.
He was proud of what he was and although mostly he was hated, he was somewhat glad because he possessed the strong attributes none of the other elves held.
All of them he considered more or less not worthy of the life in Arda and all of them saw evil but pretended that if they ignored it wouldn't get them.
How wrong were all those elves believing that evil would not defeat their minds, but at the end when it would be to late, the misery clearly bothered their fair faces.
But Arthon's own mind was stuck again at those miserable moments his past saved for him and he sighed, whispering these words that should have been silent.
"My heart was beating for him, but why it did, I do not know. And as the gift I gave to him that day he unwrapped, my soul was filled with simple touch of hopeful grace. None of that grace is now alive and this book is the only remainder of time as it sings of what could have been if the faith wasn't that much cruel. And what is faith, one may ask but the answer is never to be received. We all are victims of the faith because none of us can escape things that are written in our life scroll. None are lucky to live this immortal life without any care in this world. None of us are heartless, but some of us seldom possess true heart. "
TBC.....................
Folk's, never mix nyquil and candy, or you may write these last sassy lines (like I did just now). I do not know what Balrog possessed me to write Arthon's thoughts out loud. Someone please help me. OK just needed to vent a bit.Hope you enjoyed this shortie.lol