Harvester of sorrow

Author: Az (Azmodan76@yahoo.co.uk)

Homepage: http://www.nad-no-ennas.net

AN:This is a kind of an intermezzo chapter, I'm sorry but that's just how it's got to be.

Betaed by Lisbet - ye amazing grammar wielding elf perv

Rating: G

Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine, sad but true.

Summary: Elladan asks for a strange favour - Dinalu saddles his horse, and
Theodred despairs.

Warnings: none

Pairings: (over all) Theodred/Legolas, Eomer/Theodred, Elrohir/Dinalu,
Elladan/Irmo, & Elrohir/Eomer, Elrond/Glorfindel implied


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there's a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream

and if i show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight
and if i open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
what would you do
would you sell your story to rolling stone
would you take the children away
and leave me all alone
and smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the phone
would you send me packing
or would you take me home

thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
thought i oughta tear the curtain down
i held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
i never had the nerve to make the final cut


pink floyd - the final cut

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Chapter 29 - two suns in the sunset


Irmo sat at the pond's edge and splashed his feet in the water. This was the
only sound at all, and Elladan was unusually quiet. "What is amiss my love?"
Irmo asked.

".. Nothing" Elladan whispered and faked a smile. "I am just tired."

"Tired?" Irmo said and raised a brow. "Now 'that' I don't believe, you will have
to increase your lying skills if you are to make me believe it."

Elladan sighed. "You wouldn't understand anyway."

"Who said I wouldn't understand? You haven't even given me a chance."

"I heard my father yesterday," Elladan said with a sad voice.

"And you miss him?" Irmo asked as he reached for his beloved, squeezing
Elladan's shoulder.

"Yes," Elladan sighed, "I miss all of them." He turned his head and caressed
Irmo's hand with his cheek. "Most of all I wish Elrohir was here."

"You can just wake up, my love," Irmo said with a hint of melancholy. "They
would all be there."

"I know," Elladan murmured, and looked up at his beloved, "but you would not."

Irmo shook his head. "No I wouldn't." He looked away from Elladan and down on
his feet in the water. "I cannot journey with you to Middle-earth."

"That is why I am staying here in your gardens," Elladan said and took Irmo's
hand in his and kissed it. "I don't care about Middle-earth when you are not
there."

"Elrohir will be coming home soon, you realize that don't you? Your father
can't keep this a secret from him much longer," Irmo said darkly.

"He is?" Elladan perked up but instantly felt bad about his outburst. "I didn't mean to imply that..."

"Oh Elladan," Irmosperspered and turned his head and watched his young love.
"I know you love him, and I know that I can never compete with him in your
heart."

"Don't say so," Elladan said. "You make it sound like I would dump you like a
hot piece of coal, come Elrohir."

"Perhaps you would," Irmo said.

Elladan shook his head. "Never, I would never treat you like that, I love
you, and I love your gardens. I would stay here forever if you would let me."

Irmo laughed hollowly. "But you have yet to be confronted with Elrohir." The
Valar pulled his feet up from the water and wrapped his arm around his knees.
"Don't be so sure you would not hear his call."

"Don't, my love." Elladan pleaded. "I would never leave your side."

"Not even for your twin?" Irmo asked.

"No, not even for him, I swear this, Irmo."

Irmo pulled his hand back. "Do not make promises you cannot keep, Peredhel."

Elladan didn't answer but just slowly stood up. "I love you, Irmo, why won't
you hear me when I say so?"

Irmo didn't turn and look at the young elf. "I am the Valar of dreams, young
Elladan," he said coldly. "Do not think I have not seen what you dreamt of
doing with your brother, and I do not mean stealing your father's horse."

"I.I." Elladan stammered.

"I wont judge you," Irmo answered, "but you claim you love me, yet you lie to
my face - I know you would hear your brother's call."

Elladan didn't answer; he just hung his head and walked away from the pond.
He needed to be alone, he needed to think - he needed his family.

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Erestor was sitting and reading to himself, drinking some tea made from
hibiscus. Elladan stirred slightly on the bed, and Erestor looked up over
the top of the book. "Elladan?" he whispered.

The form on the bed didn't answer, he just curled into a little ball and
sobbed.

"Oh, by the Valar! Elladan" Erestor gasped before he threw away the book and
ran to the beside, taking the half-elf's hand in his. "Elladan? Elladan? Can you
hear me? - it is I, Erestor."

"Elrohir," Elladan cried broken-heartedly. "W-where is Elrohir?"

"Oh sweet Eru," the dark-haired advisor sighed in relief. "He is in Rohan,
penneth, doing your father's bidding."

"Make him come home," Elladan whispered. "I have something to tell him."

"I will fetch your father for you, and you can tell him," Erestor offered
while he lovingly stroked Elladan's tear-streaked face.

"No," Elladan mumbled, already drifting away again. "Erestor, I trust you,
bring him home to me."

"But Elladan," Erestor whispered, but Elladan didn't answer, he was lost in
his dream again. "Elladan? Elladan?" Erestorled,led, and as he didn't answer
Erestor sighed. "I can only try, penneth."

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-Mirkwood-


Dinalu walked with determined strides down to the stables. He had been
wavering for a fourth night, but he came to the conclusion that he should at
least aid his husband when he begged for him to do so. He had been afraid
to go to Rohan, for what if Elrohir had found himself another lover? What if
what they had together was gone? His father had made him aware he was being unjust towards Elrohir, and of course Thranduil was right, he always was in an
annoying way. Elrohir loved him, and he loved Elrohir. Why did this have to
be so hard?

He had prayed and prayed to Irmo not to let him have dreams of his husband.
He just couldn't bear to wake up in an empty bed. And in the end it had
become too much for him, he had wanted to follow his husband; he would have
crawled to Rivendell if that were what it took. But his father had stopped
him from leaving Mirkwood back then. Thranduil had made him aware of his
responsibility towards his people and the royal house, but Dinalu didn't
care. He had only wanted to see his husband. But again Thranduil had
prevailed, and Dinalu had stayed. And when he got the first letter from
Elrohir he had not known what to believe, and thus he had gone to his father
once more asking for advice. And the king had said, if he really does love
you, he will call for you. Dinalu had not been so sure, he had been more
afraid that 'he' was the one to call Elrohir. But now, after 1½ years it
finally came, the letter he had been waiting for. The letter where Elrohir
begged of him to come join him.

"My son?" Thranduil said softly, yet startling Dinalu.

The prince of Mirkwood turned. "Father," he said, smiling brilliantly.

"Where are you going in such a haste?" he asked even though he knew the
answer somehow.

"To Rohan, father," Dinalu said. "How did you know I was on my way?"

"I am the king, my son. It is my duty to know all things in my kingdom, and
especially the ones that concern my son." Thranduil followed Dinalu to the
stall where his horse was. "You know I was standing right here when Elrohir
left, as well."

"I know," Dinalu said in a sad voice as he opened the stall door and patted
the horse, before he threw a saddlebag over its back. "I won't be away for
long, father."

"You can take the time you want my, dear son," Thranduil said as he too patted
the horse. "I hope he is sincere in his beckoning."

"I *know* he is," Dinalu said and mounted the large brown horse. "I cannot
ignore our wedding vows like that. If he really needs me, I will aid him -
no matter where he is."

"Farewell Dinalu, and I hope you return as a revived soul," Thranduil said,
looking up at his son, who now most of all had begun to look like an
animated corpse. His year long solitude and lack of lust for life had gotten
to him, and when he had announced that he wished to remain here no longer,
but to join his mother in Aman, Thranduil had panicked. He had asked Dinalu if
he had told Elrohir, for at the least his bonded mate had the right to know,
and then Thranduil had put his faith in Elrohir. He had hoped and prayed
that Elrohir would find some love in his heart for Dinalu, and either come
home or call him to his side, and this was exactly what the young half elf
had done. He was not so useless after all.

"Thank you, father. Do you have any message for Rohan I can carry with me?"

"Nay," Thranduil said and moved out of the way. "Take care, my son, and come home soon."

"Yes, father," Dinalu said and spurred his horse to trot quickly out of the
stables and over the courtyard.

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-Rohan-


Theodred paced his room. He wondered if Elrohir and Ferret had moved in
together all right, and if Ferret understood any of this. What if he thought
that it was Theodred himself who had sent him from his side? - "Oy,"
Theodred sighed and slumped against his windowsill. Nay, Elrohir would
surely make Ferret understand.

He felt a little sting from the inside. Was he a little jealous of Elrohir's
capability to 'talk' with Ferret, where he, Theodred, had none? So far he had
only understood the sign for 'nice' and for 'bird' and then of course his
own name.

He needed to stand up to his father, yes! That was what he should do! Make
him understand that he did not want to marry some lady from some other noble
house; he wanted Ferret, but how? If he spoke like this, Theoden would
surely send Fe fur further from his side, and then what would he do? He was
Theoden's only heir, and he could not leave Meduseld - there had to be a
way, there just 'had' to.

He sighed once more. Who was he kidding? Theoden would never in his life
accept a bond between his heir and an elf. Even less a male elf. He would
just have to find a discreet way to address that matter. But no matter how
he twisted and turned it, he could not find any, and he was more and more
sure that the love he felt for his Ferret was doomed from its beginning.


-Tbc-