A Healing Touch

Okay, I know what you guys are think She She's taking forever again. Hopefully, these two chapters will make up for my long sweet ass time. Enjoy. BTW, if anyone would like to see a picture of what Narofea look like, I drew a pencil sketch of him, and a sketch of him and Erestor in the background on my website. Go check it out.

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louise_oblique: Thank you, thank you. Happy you're lovin' it. *hugs*

giggle: Don't worry, you'll get your hurt/comfort eventually. I'm just not telling when ;) Home decorating, eh? Now that IS hectic. I hate moving stuff.... though painting can be fun. Anyone up for a game of paint ball? lol. Good luck with that. Yeah, that little moster of a bird is lucky he's cute. (he chews anything he can get his little talons on and my mom is freaking, lol)

Ryuujin: Hello, nice to hear from you again. Yeah, I think its high past time I got a new computer myself. Happy to know you liked the chapters. And the family's doing just fine now, thank you. Yes, the elves are reunited again, but there's still more angst to come. enjoy!

Mawgy: lol, yup, how can anyone not love Glorfindel? And I'll probably put in another sex scene with Narofea and Erestor, lol, I can hear you now. You're probably like 'Yay!' lol. This is just a guess, but you might really enjoy the second half to this chapter. And don't worry about it, as long as I know you haven't abandoned me, I'm happy.

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lilith: Hey, well good luck with your driving lessons, I hope everything turns out great for you. lmao, as fun as running your teacher over would be, I wouldn't try it unless I was certain I could get away with it ;) Yes they are back together, but not before a bit more angst. And don't worry, I promise not to kill anyone. And I never break a promise. Enjoy these next two chapters.

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The old Istari’s staff clicked as he made his way across the threshold of the chamber, ignoring the raised eyebrows of those present, and eyed the sleeping prince sharply. His own bushy eyebrows were furrowed in what the others assumed to be silent contemplation. Setting his staff firmly on the floor as he grasped it for support, he hovered over the unconscious elf, placing a withered hand on the pale brow. He was silent for a time, his eyes boring into Legolas’ own closed lids, and when he finally spoke, it was muttered under his breath as if speaking to himself.

“Mithrandir, what is it?” the seneschal asked in confusion as he watched the Maia’s lips move with unintelligible words.

Taking one last glance at the prone figure, the wizard turned to his company, eyeing each of them equally before speaking. “Legolas is fading quickly, it is truly a miracle Thranduil arrived when he did. But unless we perform a joining of minds, things will become worse before they become any better.”

“We have already determined this, Gandalf,” Elrond replied. “But given his current state it would be far too dangerous to attempt entering his mind… for both of us.”

“Perhaps. However, as a third party in this telepathic link, it is possible that the danger would not be so precarious if I was to strengthen your abilities by enforcing my own energy unto you. Mind you, it would still be dangerous, but it is our best chance.”

“I would risk my very life to safe Legolas,” the loremaster swore without hesitation, his ancient grey orbs shimmering with the intensity of the stars, themselves. “And if there is even the slimmest chance that we can save him then I will do it. How long will you need to prepare?”

“Three hours at the most. We must first both clear our minds before we attempt this, Elrond. I want you to meditate for the next while, I will show myself to the guest quarters,” before anyone could object, the grey pilgrim exited the chambers as quickly as he had come in.

After the three elves had shared a long gaze directed at the tapestry with identical looks of astonishment on their fair faces, they turned their attention back to one another. “That wizard,” Erestor mumbled with a slow shake of his head. “Never ceases to amaze me.”

“I suppose I ought to do as he says,” the elf lord sighed, throwing a glance in the unconscious prince’s direction.

“I will give you your privacy then,” the major domo bowed his head and turned just before the tapestry. “Call for me should you need anything.” With those parting words, the dark haired elf left the room, his light footsteps barely audible as he made his way down the smooth floors of the hall.

When Erestor was far out of earshot, then did Glorfindel turn to his dark haired lover. “Are you certain that this is a wise idea? Should something go amiss, you could suffer severe damage to your mind.”

“And if I do not do this, Legolas will die,” Elrond replied as he sat in the center of the floor, perching himself upon his calves.

The seneschal said nothing as he stood by the bed, one hand placed on his hip while the other fiddled with the material of his leggings, but as he lowered his head, he released a sigh, whether it was out of worry or frustration, the monarch could not tell, though he concluded that it was both.

“Mithrandir knows what he is doing, Glorfindel, he has witnessed grief several times before, never fear.”

“I do fear, Elrond. I fear I may lose you both. I could not bear it if that were to happen.”

For a moment, Elrond grew thoughtfully still, before snaking up a hand and grasping his lover’s own, his eyes shining intently up at him. “You will not lose us, melethron. We have come thus far, I do not see why the Valar would see it fit to separate us, now.”

The seneschal’s own eyes brimmed with unshed tears, and he squeezed the offered hand back lovingly, releasing it not shortly afterwards. “I pray that you are right, meleth-nin. I can only hope that you and Legolas come back to me.”

“So do I,” the elf lord concurred. “Now, I must clear my mind without disturbance.”

“Of course,” Glorfindel nodded, before fetching a leather covered novel from the shelf beside the window, and curling up on the bed beside the younger elf, propping his back against the headboard as he began to read, leaving Elrond to himself as he began his meditation.

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Tallen wandered through the sparse halls of Imladris silently, the only audible noise coming from him being that of his shoes which pattered against the hard marble floors in hurried footsteps. Though his eyes remained focused and looked onward, his mind was very much beyond his train of sight.

His mind was occupied by thoughts of his brother, whom was now waiting at death’s door, and the only person who could save him was that of whom had caused him the grief that had put him in this predicament in the first place. Elrond. Truth be told, he was still quite bothered with his brother’s choice of lovers. He could not choose for Legolas, of course, it was his choice alone to choose whom he would spend his life with. But Elrond and Glorfindel both were male. Legolas would never know the joy of raising children, nor the delicate flesh of a woman’s body, the soft curves of her breasts, the joy of filling her, and making her cry out in ecstasy. Why Legolas would bond to two males was beyond him, but he was truthful in what he had said. He was happy for his little brother, but to his overprotective mind that all older siblings have, a small part of him felt as if he were being taken advantage of. Elrond was nearly three ages his senior, and Glorfindel had to be at least once that more. They were ancient compared to him, Legolas was no more than a swaddled babe in contrast to their numerous years.

So deep in thought was Tallen that he did not even notice the identical figures walking his way until he literally collided with the elder of the two. He looked up repentantly at Elladan, muttering a quick apology, but before he could take another step, a firm hand held him in place by the arm.

“Wait, mellon-nin, stay a moment. We have not seen you in a while. Would you care to join us for a glass of wine?”

“I appreciate the offer, Elladan, but I am busy. Perhaps another time.” He shrugged the hand off, but did not get far when he realized the twin sons of Elrond were following him.

“Come now, Tallen, will you not tell us what is wrong?” Elrohir asked as he and his brother caught up to the Mirkwood prince, matching his stride. “We are your friends, after all.”

“What makes you believe there is something wrong?” the golden haired elf muttered tersely, and it was obvious that he was growing irritated, but the peredhel ignored it.

“You mean besides nearly knocking me over?” Elladan retorted, ignoring the narrowed eyes glaring at him. “Your mind seems elsewhere, and you look troubled.”

“I would rather not speak of it, lest it end up in controversy.”

“Controversy?” the younger Noldo repeated. “How do you mean? Surely it could not be that bad. Do you not remember the time when we had hunted down a pack of thirty-four orcs, and we had notoriously tackled you into the dirt after several bottles of wine in celebration? You were quite upset with us the following morning when your entire body was caked in mud.”

“It was four bottles, I believe, Elrohir,” the elder twin continued. “In any case, we have had arguments in the past, and we have made amendments. You don’t seriously believe this will be any different, do you? After all, there have been countless times when we-”

“Are you aware that Legolas, Glorfindel, and your father are bound in a triple bondage?” the golden haired elf all but growled as he whirled around on the two brothers, finally losing his patience with the persistent elves.

Elladan and Elrohir halted in their tracks, and for a moment remained motionless before turning to glance at each other knowingly, before looking guiltily at the other elf before them, and lowering their eyes at the look of anger in Tallen’s own, accompanied by sighs of remorse in almost perfect unison.

“You knew,” Tallen accused. “All this time you knew, and yet you did not tell me.”

“‘Twas not our place to say, Tallen,” Elrohir retorted. “It was Legolas’ when he felt that the time was right.”

“Well,” the Sindar spat sarcastically. “He certainly waited long enough to let us know about it.”

“When did he tell you?” Elladan inquired.

“He didn’t!” Tallen cried, making both twins jump in surprise. “For the last several years, he has been keeping this from me. Do you honestly believe I would have allowed Legolas to suffer to this extent if I did know? Father was the only one who knew, but the pressures of ruling a land has kept him from spending much time with Legolas unless they were to journey together for a council. And of course, he would act as my brother’s confidant, and not tell Nava or myself of their union. Now as a result of your secrecy, my brother is lying in a bed, wasting away.”

“Our secrecy?” Elladan repeated in disbelief. “How do you dare blame this on us?”

“Because you knew of it the whole time. Surely you have seen similar changes in your father and mentor, you are healers, you should know the symptoms of grief.”

“Yes…” Elrohir said uncertainly.

“So why did you not force them to journey to Mirkwood sooner!?!”

“Believe me, we have tried.”

“Oh, well that’s comforting. What a remarkable job you have done. As a result of your efforts, Legolas is dying.”

Elladan attempted to step forward as a menacing look overcame his eyes, but his brother’s firm hands on both his arms stopped him. “He is upset, Elladan, do not take his words to heart.”

The elder twin merely shrugged him off, and continued to glare into Tallen’s matching gaze. “You may not realize how difficult this is for us. Perhaps I ought to remind you that we have raised Legolas for the most part of his life. We have been as brothers to him, and we are just as worried about him as you are.”

“Most ‘brothers’ do not let their father take advantage of their younger siblings.”

A loud thump resonated throughout the hall as Tallen’s body was roughly pinned against the wall by Elladan’s own form, and for what seemed an eternity, the Noldo’s eyes glared darkly into the Mirkwood elf’s own.

“Elladan,” Elrohir chastised in a warning voice.

The firstborn son of Elrond merely ignored his brother’s words. “If you ever speak of my father in such a way again, you will sorely regret it.”

Tallen showed no fear in his eyes, but instead what appeared to be akin to defiance. Elrohir grabbed the back of his other half’s collar and pulled him off the restrained elf. Only when he was certain that Elladan would not try to strangle the other elf, did he finally release him. Taking a steadying breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to sooth an oncoming headache, he released a long steadying sigh before he spoke again.

“What you must understand, Tallen, is that we did not know of the bond until after we assisted you in the fight against the spiders and the orcs. Glorfindel had told us three days before our departure. We had acted in a similar fashion as you, I’m certain, and we were not comfortable with the idea at all. But we grew use to it.

“You must understand, Legolas bonded to the two by his own free will. He loves ada and Glorfindel very much, and the feelings are very much reciprocated. He would never have allowed a lover, Tallen, it would have been too frightening for him.”

The hard look in the young captain’s face softened slightly, but a touch of the defiance was still there. “I know that. My father has already discussed all of this with us. But the age difference…”

“Aye, I agree that is bothersome. Even to us, Legolas is but a lad. Father is quite ancient to us, and Glorfindel could very well be classified as archaic. But they love each other, Tallen, and as long as they love one another, nothing else matters.”

The prince stared silently at the younger twin, a calm look taking hold of his features, making it impossible for either brother to tell his mood. He said nothing, but simply nodded his head once, slowly, and then stepped away from the wall. As he turned to continue onward his path, Elrohir caught glimpse of the blue eyes beginning to brim with tears.

He must have really struck a nerve with the prince to bring on such emotion, Elrohir thought to himself, Tallen had never been moved by words enough to weep. He momentarily considered chasing after him, but thought better of it, fearing he may wound his pride.

Turning his attention back to his brother, he merely crossed his arms and shook his head disapprovingly at him, and Elladan momentarily felt as if he were an elfling who had done something wrong again. “What?”

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