Leaving You Behind
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
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2,734
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5
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Chapter 3
Title: Leaving You Behind 3
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.co.il
Beta:Tinorial Peredhil
Rating: PG-13
Who is in the angst you ask: A few from each as: Aragorn, The Twins, Elrond, Thranduil, and Legolas… evil grin…
Warning: Angst full ahead, violence… guilt… Character death? I forgot the tissues… so bring them on… evil grin…
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Note: Arwen is not in the story. Forgive me if you wished otherwise.
Summary/Teaser
There had been mistakes;
One was taken
One left behind… Two were banished!
The Peredhil house has been wrecked…
Family’s love, trust, pride and honor seemed lost forever…
Is there any hope for an ordinary life?
3.
Day by day, Elrond found himself lying to his son about the twins, and as he sent him from place to place, it seemed that he sending him away, ignoring him and his questions about his brothers.
Finally one day, Aragorn had had enough and started to take action, intent on doing something or at least finding the hidden truth.
Aragorn stepped out of his room, looking for his brothers. As he noticed the quiet, he turned towards his father’s room with fear that might something had happened to them.
“Father, where are the twins?” Aragorn asked. It had been two weeks since he had seen his brothers and now he was worried that something might have happened to them.
Elrond looked at his son and confessed with heavy heart. “I banished them….”
“WHAT? WHY?” Aragorn shouted, cutting off his father.
“They lied to me, to you, and even to Thranduil,” Elrond answered, and continued as he noticed his son’s face, “They assumed that Legolas was dead, not checking him properly.”
“Are you saying that my brothers left Legolas alive, though they thought he was dead?” Aragorn asked. Hope seemed to sparkle in his eyes, bright as a fire in darkened cave.
Elrond nodded as he looked on his son, fearing his reaction.
Aragorn was looking at his father with disbelief. Then he turned his back to him, walked over to the stable, and mounted on his horse quickly.
Elrond noticed his son’s act and tried to get him back, but it did not succeed; Aragorn rode faster and faster without looking back, as he always did.
“ARAGORN! ARAGORN!” Elrond shouted, but his son rode without turning back, even as he heard his name. “Come back… please…” Elrond whispered.
The elf lord sank to the ground; tears soon fell down his cheeks. He felt now that he lost his sons for good.
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Glorfindel noticed his friend and knelt next to him. “He will be back with them, do not be worried.”
“No, they won’t, I banished them; they made a huge mistake, that might have cost Legolas’ life, and I blamed them for that.” Elrond let the tears fall.
“But…” Glorfindel felt that Elrond wanted to add more details and pushed him a little as he squeezed his shoulders, letting him know that he was not alone, though his sons were not there.
“Why did Aragorn leave me too?” Elrond seemed to start to cry like a baby that lost his parents though this situation was way too different.
Glorfindel stared deeply at his friend and asked, “Do you really wish me to answer you that question, mellon-nín?”
“I ruin my family with my own hands; I should going after them, to…” Elrond murmured in guilt. Now he wished that he had followed his sons.
Glorfindel looked at him with pity in his eyes. “And do what, mellon-nín? All of you need time.”
Elrond looked at him in determination and confidence as he spoke, “To bring them back to me. That is what I think I should do.”
Glorfindel nodded and left his friend alone with his thoughts.
Elrond could not stand it, as for one moment he wished he could be with his sons and forgive them, yet on the other hand, he thought that maybe his family needed time.
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In the meantime… outside Imladris…
Aragorn dismounted from his horse as he left the gates and cursed. He cursed his brothers for taking him and leaving Legolas behind. He sank down on the grass and cried, wishing that Legolas, his best friend, were still alive and not dead. That was what he wished, but he knew that it had already passed two years, and there was a possibility that Legolas was dead.
Aragorn walked as his horse with his head lowered, not knowing what he should accept from Legolas’ father when he would tell him the news.
He walked in shame to Mirkwood, as he took The Old Forest Road.
He walked and walked ‘til his legs were hurting, and yet he did not rest as he kept thinking about Legolas, as he remembered their last words, as it still pounded in his head.
“Legolas?” he called in whisper. He wished to hear his best friend’s voice, but all he could hear was the whistling wind that was on his face. Aragorn sighed heavily, and as he walked, he prayed to the Valar that Thranduil and Legolas would forgive him for what had happened two years ago.
He walked in the secret road and smiled to himself as he thought of his friend, and found himself saying aloud, “It was shorter…”
‘Legolas, I miss you, mellon-nín.’ Aragorn thought sadly.
Aragorn kept walking until he could see a tower of rocks with flowers. He came closer and tried to remember if he had seen it before.
But he did not, as all that covered them were shadows and fog.
He came closer and closer, hearing noises. The King and guards stood next to the tower, crying for what they had lost.
“Your Highness, my grief for your son is the same, as I hoped…” Aragorn said in broken sobs.
The King approached to him, and clasp his hands over Aragorn’s shoulders. As he lifted Aragorn’s head, he spoke, “My son was not amongst the dead, as the tower of rocks and flowers were for the dead guards that were found… but my son was not there, only tracks of blood.”
Aragorn’s breath became fast as he heard every word that came from the king and thought, ‘That means that you are alive some…’
Thranduil could see the sparkles in the man’s eyes and said, “I do not even know where he is, or if he is alive. I wish I had known that at least…”
Aragorn looked at the King and spoke, “I need to speak with you alone, Your Highness.”
Thranduil looked at Aragorn as he noticed the seriousness that appeared on the human and nodded.
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Over the shore…
The twins found it rough to sleep since their father had banished them. Time after time, they heard their father’s words, the words that seemed to slice their hearts.
Elladan stood and scanned the area, noticing the quiet that surrounded him, and then there was a strange noise. He noticed the sound of the leaving birds as the breeze blew on his face. He was afraid, for the first time since they had been banished, as their father was not there.
Elladan knelt next to his twin, fearing that they would need to leave the shore with haste.
“’Ro, ‘Ro!” Elladan called, gently shaking his brother to wakefulness.
But Elrohir did not open his eyes.
“’Ro wake up, saes…” Elladan found himself begging over his brother, tears falling over his twin.
“Saes…” he begged again, and covered his face with his hands.
Elrohir felt drip of water falling on his face. He opened his mouth to drink them and he tasted it. It was salty, salty just like tears.
He opened his eyes, and noticed his twin crying.
“Gwador-nín, naa rashwe?” Elrohir asked at once.
Elladan moved his hands and hugged his brother quickly, noticing that he was awake.
“I feared for you, my brother, I feared for one moment that you had left me alone,” Elladan confessed.
“I am alive… still alive brother.” Elrohir grinned at him.
“Yes, I can see it,” Elladan said and turned his head to the other side as he heard the crack of branches hitting each other. “We have to move.”
Elrohir noticed the worried look on his brother’s face and asked, “Why? What is it?”
“Something strange is going on, we have to move now.”
“But why? What evil is up there, that makes your skin turn cold?” Elrohir asked in fear.
“I do not know, Gwenneth, although I wish to know…” Elladan answered, and glanced back over his brother.
“Then where should we go?” Elrohir asked.
“I do not know right now. I just know that we have to leave now!” Elladan raised his voice without noticing as his heart grew in fear.
Elladan looked at his brother and said, “We have been watched…”
Elvish translations:
saes - please
Gwador-nín, naa rashwe? - My brother, Is there trouble?
Gwenneth - Younger twin (a childhood endearment for Elrohir)
End of Chapter 3.
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.co.il
Beta:Tinorial Peredhil
Rating: PG-13
Who is in the angst you ask: A few from each as: Aragorn, The Twins, Elrond, Thranduil, and Legolas… evil grin…
Warning: Angst full ahead, violence… guilt… Character death? I forgot the tissues… so bring them on… evil grin…
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Note: Arwen is not in the story. Forgive me if you wished otherwise.
There had been mistakes;
One was taken
One left behind… Two were banished!
The Peredhil house has been wrecked…
Family’s love, trust, pride and honor seemed lost forever…
Is there any hope for an ordinary life?
3.
Day by day, Elrond found himself lying to his son about the twins, and as he sent him from place to place, it seemed that he sending him away, ignoring him and his questions about his brothers.
Finally one day, Aragorn had had enough and started to take action, intent on doing something or at least finding the hidden truth.
Aragorn stepped out of his room, looking for his brothers. As he noticed the quiet, he turned towards his father’s room with fear that might something had happened to them.
“Father, where are the twins?” Aragorn asked. It had been two weeks since he had seen his brothers and now he was worried that something might have happened to them.
Elrond looked at his son and confessed with heavy heart. “I banished them….”
“WHAT? WHY?” Aragorn shouted, cutting off his father.
“They lied to me, to you, and even to Thranduil,” Elrond answered, and continued as he noticed his son’s face, “They assumed that Legolas was dead, not checking him properly.”
“Are you saying that my brothers left Legolas alive, though they thought he was dead?” Aragorn asked. Hope seemed to sparkle in his eyes, bright as a fire in darkened cave.
Elrond nodded as he looked on his son, fearing his reaction.
Aragorn was looking at his father with disbelief. Then he turned his back to him, walked over to the stable, and mounted on his horse quickly.
Elrond noticed his son’s act and tried to get him back, but it did not succeed; Aragorn rode faster and faster without looking back, as he always did.
“ARAGORN! ARAGORN!” Elrond shouted, but his son rode without turning back, even as he heard his name. “Come back… please…” Elrond whispered.
The elf lord sank to the ground; tears soon fell down his cheeks. He felt now that he lost his sons for good.
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Glorfindel noticed his friend and knelt next to him. “He will be back with them, do not be worried.”
“No, they won’t, I banished them; they made a huge mistake, that might have cost Legolas’ life, and I blamed them for that.” Elrond let the tears fall.
“But…” Glorfindel felt that Elrond wanted to add more details and pushed him a little as he squeezed his shoulders, letting him know that he was not alone, though his sons were not there.
“Why did Aragorn leave me too?” Elrond seemed to start to cry like a baby that lost his parents though this situation was way too different.
Glorfindel stared deeply at his friend and asked, “Do you really wish me to answer you that question, mellon-nín?”
“I ruin my family with my own hands; I should going after them, to…” Elrond murmured in guilt. Now he wished that he had followed his sons.
Glorfindel looked at him with pity in his eyes. “And do what, mellon-nín? All of you need time.”
Elrond looked at him in determination and confidence as he spoke, “To bring them back to me. That is what I think I should do.”
Glorfindel nodded and left his friend alone with his thoughts.
Elrond could not stand it, as for one moment he wished he could be with his sons and forgive them, yet on the other hand, he thought that maybe his family needed time.
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In the meantime… outside Imladris…
Aragorn dismounted from his horse as he left the gates and cursed. He cursed his brothers for taking him and leaving Legolas behind. He sank down on the grass and cried, wishing that Legolas, his best friend, were still alive and not dead. That was what he wished, but he knew that it had already passed two years, and there was a possibility that Legolas was dead.
Aragorn walked as his horse with his head lowered, not knowing what he should accept from Legolas’ father when he would tell him the news.
He walked in shame to Mirkwood, as he took The Old Forest Road.
He walked and walked ‘til his legs were hurting, and yet he did not rest as he kept thinking about Legolas, as he remembered their last words, as it still pounded in his head.
“Legolas?” he called in whisper. He wished to hear his best friend’s voice, but all he could hear was the whistling wind that was on his face. Aragorn sighed heavily, and as he walked, he prayed to the Valar that Thranduil and Legolas would forgive him for what had happened two years ago.
He walked in the secret road and smiled to himself as he thought of his friend, and found himself saying aloud, “It was shorter…”
‘Legolas, I miss you, mellon-nín.’ Aragorn thought sadly.
Aragorn kept walking until he could see a tower of rocks with flowers. He came closer and tried to remember if he had seen it before.
But he did not, as all that covered them were shadows and fog.
He came closer and closer, hearing noises. The King and guards stood next to the tower, crying for what they had lost.
“Your Highness, my grief for your son is the same, as I hoped…” Aragorn said in broken sobs.
The King approached to him, and clasp his hands over Aragorn’s shoulders. As he lifted Aragorn’s head, he spoke, “My son was not amongst the dead, as the tower of rocks and flowers were for the dead guards that were found… but my son was not there, only tracks of blood.”
Aragorn’s breath became fast as he heard every word that came from the king and thought, ‘That means that you are alive some…’
Thranduil could see the sparkles in the man’s eyes and said, “I do not even know where he is, or if he is alive. I wish I had known that at least…”
Aragorn looked at the King and spoke, “I need to speak with you alone, Your Highness.”
Thranduil looked at Aragorn as he noticed the seriousness that appeared on the human and nodded.
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Over the shore…
The twins found it rough to sleep since their father had banished them. Time after time, they heard their father’s words, the words that seemed to slice their hearts.
Elladan stood and scanned the area, noticing the quiet that surrounded him, and then there was a strange noise. He noticed the sound of the leaving birds as the breeze blew on his face. He was afraid, for the first time since they had been banished, as their father was not there.
Elladan knelt next to his twin, fearing that they would need to leave the shore with haste.
“’Ro, ‘Ro!” Elladan called, gently shaking his brother to wakefulness.
But Elrohir did not open his eyes.
“’Ro wake up, saes…” Elladan found himself begging over his brother, tears falling over his twin.
“Saes…” he begged again, and covered his face with his hands.
Elrohir felt drip of water falling on his face. He opened his mouth to drink them and he tasted it. It was salty, salty just like tears.
He opened his eyes, and noticed his twin crying.
“Gwador-nín, naa rashwe?” Elrohir asked at once.
Elladan moved his hands and hugged his brother quickly, noticing that he was awake.
“I feared for you, my brother, I feared for one moment that you had left me alone,” Elladan confessed.
“I am alive… still alive brother.” Elrohir grinned at him.
“Yes, I can see it,” Elladan said and turned his head to the other side as he heard the crack of branches hitting each other. “We have to move.”
Elrohir noticed the worried look on his brother’s face and asked, “Why? What is it?”
“Something strange is going on, we have to move now.”
“But why? What evil is up there, that makes your skin turn cold?” Elrohir asked in fear.
“I do not know, Gwenneth, although I wish to know…” Elladan answered, and glanced back over his brother.
“Then where should we go?” Elrohir asked.
“I do not know right now. I just know that we have to leave now!” Elladan raised his voice without noticing as his heart grew in fear.
Elladan looked at his brother and said, “We have been watched…”
Elvish translations:
saes - please
Gwador-nín, naa rashwe? - My brother, Is there trouble?
Gwenneth - Younger twin (a childhood endearment for Elrohir)
End of Chapter 3.