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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,735
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5
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Chapter 4
A/N: Forgive me for the long wait... enjoy...
Title: Leaving You Behind 4
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
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… plus, Faramir and Boromir.
Warning: Angst full ahead, violence… guilt… Character death? OC’s. 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’ love, pride and honor seemed lost forever…
Is there any hope for an ordinary life?
4.
“By whom?” Elrohir asked.
“I do not know, but we have to go, run for our lives if necessary,” Elladan answered, as fear filled his being.
Sounds of whistles were heard and Elladan’s heart missed a beat. “We have to leave now!” he whispered fiercely.
Arrows shot around them as Elrohir finally rose from the sand. They both hurried over to the horse that awaited them, groaning fearfully as the arrows seemed to come closer and closer with the intent to kill.
“Why are they firing at us? Have we done something wrong?” Elrohir asked his twin in the midst of the arrow rainfall.
“How have we come to this?” Elladan sank to the ground and covered his face. Giving up, he cried for all the pain that they had caused.
“Come gwador, we have to run or we will die! Come!” Elrohir tried to raise his twin from the grief that had befallen him.
They been watched, and now someone was desperately trying to kill. They had no clue why should anyone would such a thing, but they still ran as fast as they could as the horse fled, arrows hitting the ground.
They called to the horse, trying to stop him, but the horse continued to run and leave his owners behind in the battlefield of arrows. Elladan studied the forest, trying to find who was trying to kill them, but saw no one. He pulled his bow and released two arrows, determined to kill those who wanted he and his brother dead.
Elrohir looked over at his brother curiously, as he did not see where the arrows had come from, and was wondering in which direction his brother was going to shoot.
“Where are you shooting? I see nothing.” Elrohir inquired as he stared at his twin.
“I had to shoot!” Elladan claimed and shot again where he thought that he had seen movement. The arrows did not stopped and one suddenly hit Elladan in his arm.
“You are bleeding, brother,” Elrohir mentioned as he saw the blood dripping from the elf’s arm.
“I know, but what should we do?” Elladan asked, and only looked at the arrow. He did not dare move his arm, knowing that such an action would hurt him.
“We can walk back home. Father might go easy,” Elrohir suggested softly.
“But we cannot, and you know that!” Elladan exclaimed. “He banished us! He does not love us anymore; we failed him. Why should he heal me in the first place?”
Elrohir looked at his twin and lowered his head, as he had no answer that he could give to his brother.
“Come, I think that we should be going to Grandmother and Grandfather’s realm. Maybe they could make it easier on us after all,” suggested Elladan.
Elrohir nodded, and together they walked as they tried to bypass the arrows, and ran toward Lothlórien.
It seemed that they had no choice, as the arrows kept flying and they feared Thranduil. They hoped that their grandparents would help them, as their father had already banished them.
The arrows only stopped when they reached Lothlórien, when the guards surrounded them and shielded them.
‘What evil have you brought here?’ Elladan heard. It was his grandfather.
But Elrohir had heard his grandmother. ‘Does your father know of it?’
“N—no…” they answered in trembling voices. ‘Please, please welcome us!’ they thought. ‘Please just give us one of those accursed lectures, please….’
“Elladan is hurt, Grandmother,” Elrohir said softly, as he wished that someone would heal the twin that he was now holding to keep him from collapsing in the grass.
“Why would you not ride to your father? He would heal him,” Galadriel inquired.
“Because… because…” Elladan stuttered, noticing the sharp look that his grandmother gave him, “Because… Father banished us.”
Galadriel and Celeborn looked at their grandchildren in shock.
“Have you not seen it in the mirror?” Celeborn asked his wife. Galadriel only shook her head negatively, her eyes still locked on the twins.
“Why would Elrond do such horrible thing?” Galadriel asked, repulsed.
Elrohir could feel the pain that his twin was feeling, could feel the blood dripping slowly onto the grass and not stopping. “Grandmother?” he called.
Galadriel could see the worry that haunted her youngest grandson’s eyes. “What is it?” asked the Lothlórien queen.
“My brother needs your aid; he has already lost a lot of blood…. Can you help him?” Elrohir asked with pleading eyes as he kept his twin from falling.
Galadriel, for the first time, gently looked Elladan over and walked to him, studying the arrow more closely. There were marks on the arrow, curious marks that she had only heard stories about, but now… it was real.
“Who shot him?” she asked urgently.
“I do not know,” Elrohir answered, as he too wished to know who would shoot at them.
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While in Mirkwood…
“I need to speak with you alone, Your Highness.” Aragorn said, giving the king a serious look.
Thranduil scanned the man’s face and knew immediately that something was amiss. “Leave us,” he ordered when the guards stared blankly at him for instruction. The guards bowed and left the area, though stood near, guarding their king from the human.
“What is it?” Thranduil asked curiously.
“It is about the twins and Elrond,” Aragorn answered as he sat under a tree in the glade the king had been resting in.
Thranduil came closer to him and sat down, waiting for the man to reveal his pain.
“He… he has banished the twins—” Aragorn said, but he was cut off by Thranduil.
“Why? Why would he banish his own sons?” Thranduil asked incredulously.
Aragorn could see the inquisitiveness in the king’s eyes winking at him as the blonde elf waited for an answer. “Because… because… they assumed… two years ago, when they said that Legolas was dead, it was only an assumption. He may have been alive,” Aragorn vacillatedly answered and turned toward the king, waiting for his reaction.
Thranduil tried to calm the fuse that ignited his anger, knowing that the deep sadness he was pushing away could not help him now. He needed to find his son, first and foremost.
“Your Highness?” Aragorn asked, both fearful and deeply worried.
“I am alright…” Thranduil answered, and took deep breaths before he continued, “Have you heard from the twins lately?”
Aragorn shook his head negatively.
“What about your father?” Thranduil asked.
“I do not know, I left him right away, heading here to tell you the news,” Aragorn answered.
“You should not leave your father, not like this,” Thranduil said to him softly.
“Why?” Aragorn asked.
“Because… your father must be feel badly; he must have wished that you had been there to help my son and realize the twins’ mistakes and he must feel terrible for having banished his own sons,” Thranduil answered.
“How would you know that?”
“Besides being a king, I am also a father,” Thranduil answered, and then he bent his head. Then he took a deep breath and spoke in broken sobs, “I… I miss my son…”
Aragorn wept the tears from his eyes, as he too missed Legolas, and he lay his hand on Thranduil’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “We will find him, Your Highness.”
“You give me hope and faith, even when I thought it lost two years ago.” Thranduil said through the tears.
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One day later…
Minas Tirith
Groups of men were about to leave Gondor, by the order of Denethor, Steward of Gondor, their mission to save Osgiliath from the orcs that been sent by Sauron. Boromir and Faramir were amongst the men, ready to show their worth.
Yet before they rode, Faramir noticed the smile Denethor graced his oldest son with, while giving his youngest a death glare. Then they rode through the gates and continued, Faramir riding separately from the group. It was almost a relief when no one stopped to look for him. All he wanted was to be alone, a great sadness clutching his heart and warm tears cascading down his cheeks. He continued to ride, but this time away from the group.
He knew that his father loved his brother more than himself.
He wandered blindly toward a band of elves and men who drew bows and swords around him. Faramir did not weep the tears away, but he seemed not to care any more for what was happening around him, until sharp voice made him raise his head and take notice.
“Stop or you will be slain!”
Faramir looked around fearfully as he heard the voice and thought to call for help. But if he did that, his brother and father would know how worthless he was.
“Do whatever you want… I do not care anymore…” Faramir mumbled, giving them his weapons.
“What should we do with him?”
“He shall stay with us, and if no one wants him, he will join us…” the leader answered. Faramir was taken without any resistance, to his kidnapper’s relief.
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An arrow hit the gate, a note tied tightly to it—a note that could save the youngest son of Denethor.
End of Chapter 4.
Title: Leaving You Behind 4
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
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… plus, Faramir and Boromir.
Warning: Angst full ahead, violence… guilt… Character death? OC’s. 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’ love, pride and honor seemed lost forever…
Is there any hope for an ordinary life?
4.
“By whom?” Elrohir asked.
“I do not know, but we have to go, run for our lives if necessary,” Elladan answered, as fear filled his being.
Sounds of whistles were heard and Elladan’s heart missed a beat. “We have to leave now!” he whispered fiercely.
Arrows shot around them as Elrohir finally rose from the sand. They both hurried over to the horse that awaited them, groaning fearfully as the arrows seemed to come closer and closer with the intent to kill.
“Why are they firing at us? Have we done something wrong?” Elrohir asked his twin in the midst of the arrow rainfall.
“How have we come to this?” Elladan sank to the ground and covered his face. Giving up, he cried for all the pain that they had caused.
“Come gwador, we have to run or we will die! Come!” Elrohir tried to raise his twin from the grief that had befallen him.
They been watched, and now someone was desperately trying to kill. They had no clue why should anyone would such a thing, but they still ran as fast as they could as the horse fled, arrows hitting the ground.
They called to the horse, trying to stop him, but the horse continued to run and leave his owners behind in the battlefield of arrows. Elladan studied the forest, trying to find who was trying to kill them, but saw no one. He pulled his bow and released two arrows, determined to kill those who wanted he and his brother dead.
Elrohir looked over at his brother curiously, as he did not see where the arrows had come from, and was wondering in which direction his brother was going to shoot.
“Where are you shooting? I see nothing.” Elrohir inquired as he stared at his twin.
“I had to shoot!” Elladan claimed and shot again where he thought that he had seen movement. The arrows did not stopped and one suddenly hit Elladan in his arm.
“You are bleeding, brother,” Elrohir mentioned as he saw the blood dripping from the elf’s arm.
“I know, but what should we do?” Elladan asked, and only looked at the arrow. He did not dare move his arm, knowing that such an action would hurt him.
“We can walk back home. Father might go easy,” Elrohir suggested softly.
“But we cannot, and you know that!” Elladan exclaimed. “He banished us! He does not love us anymore; we failed him. Why should he heal me in the first place?”
Elrohir looked at his twin and lowered his head, as he had no answer that he could give to his brother.
“Come, I think that we should be going to Grandmother and Grandfather’s realm. Maybe they could make it easier on us after all,” suggested Elladan.
Elrohir nodded, and together they walked as they tried to bypass the arrows, and ran toward Lothlórien.
It seemed that they had no choice, as the arrows kept flying and they feared Thranduil. They hoped that their grandparents would help them, as their father had already banished them.
The arrows only stopped when they reached Lothlórien, when the guards surrounded them and shielded them.
‘What evil have you brought here?’ Elladan heard. It was his grandfather.
But Elrohir had heard his grandmother. ‘Does your father know of it?’
“N—no…” they answered in trembling voices. ‘Please, please welcome us!’ they thought. ‘Please just give us one of those accursed lectures, please….’
“Elladan is hurt, Grandmother,” Elrohir said softly, as he wished that someone would heal the twin that he was now holding to keep him from collapsing in the grass.
“Why would you not ride to your father? He would heal him,” Galadriel inquired.
“Because… because…” Elladan stuttered, noticing the sharp look that his grandmother gave him, “Because… Father banished us.”
Galadriel and Celeborn looked at their grandchildren in shock.
“Have you not seen it in the mirror?” Celeborn asked his wife. Galadriel only shook her head negatively, her eyes still locked on the twins.
“Why would Elrond do such horrible thing?” Galadriel asked, repulsed.
Elrohir could feel the pain that his twin was feeling, could feel the blood dripping slowly onto the grass and not stopping. “Grandmother?” he called.
Galadriel could see the worry that haunted her youngest grandson’s eyes. “What is it?” asked the Lothlórien queen.
“My brother needs your aid; he has already lost a lot of blood…. Can you help him?” Elrohir asked with pleading eyes as he kept his twin from falling.
Galadriel, for the first time, gently looked Elladan over and walked to him, studying the arrow more closely. There were marks on the arrow, curious marks that she had only heard stories about, but now… it was real.
“Who shot him?” she asked urgently.
“I do not know,” Elrohir answered, as he too wished to know who would shoot at them.
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While in Mirkwood…
“I need to speak with you alone, Your Highness.” Aragorn said, giving the king a serious look.
Thranduil scanned the man’s face and knew immediately that something was amiss. “Leave us,” he ordered when the guards stared blankly at him for instruction. The guards bowed and left the area, though stood near, guarding their king from the human.
“What is it?” Thranduil asked curiously.
“It is about the twins and Elrond,” Aragorn answered as he sat under a tree in the glade the king had been resting in.
Thranduil came closer to him and sat down, waiting for the man to reveal his pain.
“He… he has banished the twins—” Aragorn said, but he was cut off by Thranduil.
“Why? Why would he banish his own sons?” Thranduil asked incredulously.
Aragorn could see the inquisitiveness in the king’s eyes winking at him as the blonde elf waited for an answer. “Because… because… they assumed… two years ago, when they said that Legolas was dead, it was only an assumption. He may have been alive,” Aragorn vacillatedly answered and turned toward the king, waiting for his reaction.
Thranduil tried to calm the fuse that ignited his anger, knowing that the deep sadness he was pushing away could not help him now. He needed to find his son, first and foremost.
“Your Highness?” Aragorn asked, both fearful and deeply worried.
“I am alright…” Thranduil answered, and took deep breaths before he continued, “Have you heard from the twins lately?”
Aragorn shook his head negatively.
“What about your father?” Thranduil asked.
“I do not know, I left him right away, heading here to tell you the news,” Aragorn answered.
“You should not leave your father, not like this,” Thranduil said to him softly.
“Why?” Aragorn asked.
“Because… your father must be feel badly; he must have wished that you had been there to help my son and realize the twins’ mistakes and he must feel terrible for having banished his own sons,” Thranduil answered.
“How would you know that?”
“Besides being a king, I am also a father,” Thranduil answered, and then he bent his head. Then he took a deep breath and spoke in broken sobs, “I… I miss my son…”
Aragorn wept the tears from his eyes, as he too missed Legolas, and he lay his hand on Thranduil’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “We will find him, Your Highness.”
“You give me hope and faith, even when I thought it lost two years ago.” Thranduil said through the tears.
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One day later…
Minas Tirith
Groups of men were about to leave Gondor, by the order of Denethor, Steward of Gondor, their mission to save Osgiliath from the orcs that been sent by Sauron. Boromir and Faramir were amongst the men, ready to show their worth.
Yet before they rode, Faramir noticed the smile Denethor graced his oldest son with, while giving his youngest a death glare. Then they rode through the gates and continued, Faramir riding separately from the group. It was almost a relief when no one stopped to look for him. All he wanted was to be alone, a great sadness clutching his heart and warm tears cascading down his cheeks. He continued to ride, but this time away from the group.
He knew that his father loved his brother more than himself.
He wandered blindly toward a band of elves and men who drew bows and swords around him. Faramir did not weep the tears away, but he seemed not to care any more for what was happening around him, until sharp voice made him raise his head and take notice.
“Stop or you will be slain!”
Faramir looked around fearfully as he heard the voice and thought to call for help. But if he did that, his brother and father would know how worthless he was.
“Do whatever you want… I do not care anymore…” Faramir mumbled, giving them his weapons.
“What should we do with him?”
“He shall stay with us, and if no one wants him, he will join us…” the leader answered. Faramir was taken without any resistance, to his kidnapper’s relief.
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An arrow hit the gate, a note tied tightly to it—a note that could save the youngest son of Denethor.
End of Chapter 4.