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Chapter 3
Title: Finish It (Chapter 3/?)
Author: Meleth (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Cast or Pairing: Elladan, Elrohir, Elrond, Celebrian, Thranduil, Others.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it.
Timeline: Third Age
Warning: AU, Character Death
Beta: The amazing Jade. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
A/N: //Denotes flashback//
Summary: A prince dies and another’s feelings are realized.
Chapter Three
//”She hasn’t been able to take her eyes off you this whole night, Legolas,” Elrohir said, teasing him.
“Yes, you should ask her to dance, ernilen, she would not refuse you.” The older twin had been more aware of the elleth’s flirtatious looks to their friend than anyone else in the great hall.
“I don’t want to dance,” Legolas insisted, blushing. “The dance floor is crowded and I do not wish to be smothered.”
The Mirkwood prince with all of his bravado on the battlefield and his diplomatic ways, he was still a simple elf. A simple, shy elf. There was no way in Middle Earth they would get him to dance with this elleth. Elladan, for his part was relieved, but hadn’t been able to figure out why.
“Come on, ‘Las, it will be an easy conquest,” the younger twin commented. “Elladan and I have not lacked for partners the whole night and you have just been standing here barely talking to anyone who isn’t a member of this house. You danced with Arwen.”
“Arwen is like my own sister….” he began.
“Leave him be Elrohir,” Elladan interrupted, knowing pushing him into something would only cause Legolas to dig in his claws for the long haul. He was as stubborn as a Dwarf with Mithril. Besides, the twin didn’t want Legolas dancing with that elf maid.
“You will live a lonely life, my friend, if you do not learn how to be around maids,” Elrohir said, receiving a glare from his brother.
“That’s enough, Elrohir,” he said, warning him. “How about we get some fresh miruvor and get some fresh air? Fetch us some drinks, little brother, we will wait for you on the terrace.”
Elrohir rushed off to do his bidding as Elladan led Legolas out to the night air.
“Thank you, Elladan,” Legolas said, sincerely. “It is not that I am not interested in ellith, I just, I don’t know what it is. I did not wish to dance with her.”
“You cannot blame her for looking at you, mellon.” The twin began. “You are more than passing fair and dressed as you are, it would be hard for anyone one not to notice you, ellyn or ellith.”
“Even you, Elladan?” The prince searched his face for an answer.
“I have our drinks,” Elrohir said as he came onto the balcony.//
Elrohir brought him from his thoughts by tapping him on the shoulder and handing him his glass of wine. Elladan had made his way to the balcony, trying to avoid all the attention from their many admirers. His father was holding a farewell feast for some visiting dignitaries and he had fled outdoors seeking some peace and quiet. Memories assaulted him as he waited for his brother.
“You have to stop this, Elladan,” Elrohir said, divining the reason for his brother’s inability to hear him returning. “It is not good to lose yourself so completely in memories of someone you may not see for a thousand years.”
“What would you have me do, Elrohir,” Elladan hissed, turning to look at him. “I do not invite them into my mind. If I could stop them, don’t you think I would?”
“Peace, brother,” the younger twin said, holding up his hands. “I am just worried about you and this obsession you have with Legolas lately.”
“Lately?” he, laughed bitterly. “Where have you been the last two hundred years? Apparently it hasn’t been anywhere near me if you think this is something new.”
Elrohir placed his hand on Elladan’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Elladan,” he sighed. “When he was here, I can understand you thinking of him and even dreaming about what it would be like for you to be together, but he is gone now and you will not see him until we sail, maybe not even then. You have to find a way to stop this or it will kill you, what do you think would happen to me if you were to fade?”
“I’m sorry, little brother,” he said, pulling him into a hug. “I had not thought about what this was doing to you. Have no fear, Elrohir, I will not fade.” Elladan turned and left him standing on the terrace.
“I wish I could be as sure as you, my brother,” he said, wondering if this would be the end for them both.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Mirkwood king and his guard arrived the next evening and everyone from the house gathered to greet him. They had been warned, again, by Elrond not to mention the fallen prince and try not to upset him.
“Thranduil, as always, you are a welcomed guest here in Imladris,” Elrond said in greeting.
“It has been too long since I have traveled here,” Thranduil admitted before hugging his friend. “I cannot say I am happy about the reason for my trip, but I am glad to be here.”
Several servants arrived to divest the king of his baggage and Elrond himself showed him to his rooms.
Elladan’s eyes followed the king, watching his movements. They were still graceful, but seemed stiff. He had not failed to notice the weight loss and the diminishment of the light in his eyes. The young lord sighed and made his way to the training fields for a promised match with his brother.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Once the king had settled into his rooms, he sat in a chair by the window staring out at the gardens that Celebrian so carefully tended and let out a long sigh. He missed his son and wondered how he would ever come to terms with his death, but that was the reason for his trip to the hidden vale. Thranduil needed time away from Mirkwood and someone trusted he could share his feelings with.
TBC
Author: Meleth (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Cast or Pairing: Elladan, Elrohir, Elrond, Celebrian, Thranduil, Others.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it.
Timeline: Third Age
Warning: AU, Character Death
Beta: The amazing Jade. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
A/N: //Denotes flashback//
Summary: A prince dies and another’s feelings are realized.
Chapter Three
//”She hasn’t been able to take her eyes off you this whole night, Legolas,” Elrohir said, teasing him.
“Yes, you should ask her to dance, ernilen, she would not refuse you.” The older twin had been more aware of the elleth’s flirtatious looks to their friend than anyone else in the great hall.
“I don’t want to dance,” Legolas insisted, blushing. “The dance floor is crowded and I do not wish to be smothered.”
The Mirkwood prince with all of his bravado on the battlefield and his diplomatic ways, he was still a simple elf. A simple, shy elf. There was no way in Middle Earth they would get him to dance with this elleth. Elladan, for his part was relieved, but hadn’t been able to figure out why.
“Come on, ‘Las, it will be an easy conquest,” the younger twin commented. “Elladan and I have not lacked for partners the whole night and you have just been standing here barely talking to anyone who isn’t a member of this house. You danced with Arwen.”
“Arwen is like my own sister….” he began.
“Leave him be Elrohir,” Elladan interrupted, knowing pushing him into something would only cause Legolas to dig in his claws for the long haul. He was as stubborn as a Dwarf with Mithril. Besides, the twin didn’t want Legolas dancing with that elf maid.
“You will live a lonely life, my friend, if you do not learn how to be around maids,” Elrohir said, receiving a glare from his brother.
“That’s enough, Elrohir,” he said, warning him. “How about we get some fresh miruvor and get some fresh air? Fetch us some drinks, little brother, we will wait for you on the terrace.”
Elrohir rushed off to do his bidding as Elladan led Legolas out to the night air.
“Thank you, Elladan,” Legolas said, sincerely. “It is not that I am not interested in ellith, I just, I don’t know what it is. I did not wish to dance with her.”
“You cannot blame her for looking at you, mellon.” The twin began. “You are more than passing fair and dressed as you are, it would be hard for anyone one not to notice you, ellyn or ellith.”
“Even you, Elladan?” The prince searched his face for an answer.
“I have our drinks,” Elrohir said as he came onto the balcony.//
Elrohir brought him from his thoughts by tapping him on the shoulder and handing him his glass of wine. Elladan had made his way to the balcony, trying to avoid all the attention from their many admirers. His father was holding a farewell feast for some visiting dignitaries and he had fled outdoors seeking some peace and quiet. Memories assaulted him as he waited for his brother.
“You have to stop this, Elladan,” Elrohir said, divining the reason for his brother’s inability to hear him returning. “It is not good to lose yourself so completely in memories of someone you may not see for a thousand years.”
“What would you have me do, Elrohir,” Elladan hissed, turning to look at him. “I do not invite them into my mind. If I could stop them, don’t you think I would?”
“Peace, brother,” the younger twin said, holding up his hands. “I am just worried about you and this obsession you have with Legolas lately.”
“Lately?” he, laughed bitterly. “Where have you been the last two hundred years? Apparently it hasn’t been anywhere near me if you think this is something new.”
Elrohir placed his hand on Elladan’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Elladan,” he sighed. “When he was here, I can understand you thinking of him and even dreaming about what it would be like for you to be together, but he is gone now and you will not see him until we sail, maybe not even then. You have to find a way to stop this or it will kill you, what do you think would happen to me if you were to fade?”
“I’m sorry, little brother,” he said, pulling him into a hug. “I had not thought about what this was doing to you. Have no fear, Elrohir, I will not fade.” Elladan turned and left him standing on the terrace.
“I wish I could be as sure as you, my brother,” he said, wondering if this would be the end for them both.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Mirkwood king and his guard arrived the next evening and everyone from the house gathered to greet him. They had been warned, again, by Elrond not to mention the fallen prince and try not to upset him.
“Thranduil, as always, you are a welcomed guest here in Imladris,” Elrond said in greeting.
“It has been too long since I have traveled here,” Thranduil admitted before hugging his friend. “I cannot say I am happy about the reason for my trip, but I am glad to be here.”
Several servants arrived to divest the king of his baggage and Elrond himself showed him to his rooms.
Elladan’s eyes followed the king, watching his movements. They were still graceful, but seemed stiff. He had not failed to notice the weight loss and the diminishment of the light in his eyes. The young lord sighed and made his way to the training fields for a promised match with his brother.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Once the king had settled into his rooms, he sat in a chair by the window staring out at the gardens that Celebrian so carefully tended and let out a long sigh. He missed his son and wondered how he would ever come to terms with his death, but that was the reason for his trip to the hidden vale. Thranduil needed time away from Mirkwood and someone trusted he could share his feelings with.
TBC