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Chapter 46 Realization
Title: The Music in My Heart, Chapter 46
Author: Sorsha
Fandom/Pairing: Elrond/OFC, Glorfindel/Haldir, Elladan/OFC, Elrohir/Legolas, others implied
Rating:.NC-17 for future chapters
Warning: AU (Story set 770 years after ROTK); Slash and het.
Feedback: This is my first fanfic, so constructive feedback appreciated.
Archive:
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Alex Cat for her help in betaing this fic.
Disclaimer: Any of the residents of Middle-earth and Aman that you recognize belong to Prof. Tolkien’s estate. The same is true about Middle-earth and Aman. I’m only visiting and admiring the “views”.
Summary: Sauron may be gone, but his legacy of evil still lingers. As Middle-earth faces the threat of another dark lord, a party of elves departs Aman on a mission for the Valar, a mission of mercy long delayed.
Chapter 46--- Realization
“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody,
you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”
Harry, When Harry Met Sally
*****
Celeborn stood with his back to the roaring fire, watching the celebration that was spilling out of the doors of the Hall of Fire into the nearby dining hall, reception hall, and the hallways themselves. Today had been a memorable day; his grandsons had taken their vows of marriage before the huge crowd that had assembled in Imladris for the Winter Festival.
A large delegation from Mirkwood was in attendance to stand with Legolas, including a stiff and slightly hostile Thranduil and two of his daughters. Azeriel had been attended by her parents and her older brother from the Havens. He had stood proudly with Elrond as the twins had stepped forward to join their respective mates. A beaming Glorfindel and a dignified Erestor had been selected to officiate with Seere and Gimli serving as their attendants.
Now the two couples were leading the celebrating masses through the traditional Winter Festival dances. The smiles wreathing his grandsons’ faces were a memory he would always treasure. /It was been an eventful year with many wonderful happenings, but also more than its share of tragedy. The coming years promises more of the same, so store these wonderful memories while you can, my beloved children; they are all we have some days to see us through. The four of you are dear to me and I pray you will know only joy in your life together. But when sorrows come, I hope you will stand together blessed by our bond of family as you have this day./
Studying the rest of the crowd, Celeborn quickly noted the steady progress that had taken place in Glorfindel and Haldir’s relationship. He had been somewhat relieved when Haldir told him they had decided to court each other first rather than start an affair. Contrary to common belief, neither elf had legions of lovers tucked away in their chambers. Both had been hurt badly by past experiences, so taking the time to allow their bond to deepen was wise. That either had let down their guard long enough to take the risk of officially courting each other, spoke clearly of the potential for their match.
Galadriel and he had fostered the three orphaned brothers when their mother had faded from grief after their father had been lost at Dagorlad. While the two younger elflings had needed a mother and had clung to Galadriel, Haldir had been older, only twelve years from his majority. He had been of an age to need a male influence to help him deal with those awkward years, made all the more difficult by his grief and guilt over the loss of their parents. He had turned to Celeborn. While Haldir loved his foster mother deeply, the bond that had grown between the two elves was special.
Their grief at losing Haldir to Mandos at Helm’s Deep had been intense. He still remembered the day Galadriel’s joyous message came to his mind that their son had been returned to them less than two hundred years after his death. It had been one of the happiest days of his long life. That Haldir had been returned as an adult elf, the living image of his former self had been unexpected, but welcome. He had his son back and he rejoiced.
Haldir had recently confessed to him that he had begged Lord Námo to return him to his life to allow him to help rescue the lost souls of Dagorlad. His mother’s grief had been too great for him to bear and he had vowed to reunite her with her long lost love. She had chosen to stay in the Halls of Waiting to wait for his return, given new hope by the Vala’s gift in allowing Haldir’s return.
His foster son had been looking for a way to return to Arda when Elrond’s call for volunteers to join him on a mission for the Valar had reached him. Haldir had volunteered immediately, planning to first fulfill his duty to the expedition, then remain in Arda to seek the means of releasing his father and the other trapped souls.
When Seere had had uttered the name Dagorlad, he had known then these dreams were from the Valar and would aid him in fulfilling his vow. It had not been a surprise to him when Elrond had called the meeting that afternoon to announce the ‘task’ they were to undertake. He had been filled with joy knowing their prayers had been heard and that they had permitted him to be a part of the mission that would free them.
With that, he had begun to regain some of the old confidence he had been missing. Glorfindel had not known what hit him --- not that he had been complaining! The two returned elves now stood side-by-side talking with several of their guardians, though they were still taking , very obviously a couple, very obviously in love. /Yes, the Valar had indeed been listening to prayers, both yours and mine, my son./
*****
Thinking of a couple obviously in love made him look about for Elrond and Seere. Elrond had the look of a very contented elf. Elladan and Elrohir were now happily married to their chosen mates and he had his Seere at his side. In all the many millennia Celeborn had known the half-elf, he had never seen him glow from within as he did now. That the glow brightened when Seere was near confirmed his original hope; that his friend, another son of his heart, had found his long dreamed of mate.
A radiant Seere stood by his side, her hand tucked safely in the curve of his arm. Elrond seemed to understand her complex nature, in part because they were very much alike. They talked, laughed, even argued, if rarely, in a manner none of the rest of their family quite understood.
/The first time we saw them arguing, I had to restrain Erestor and Elladan from taking Elrond to task. I was aided by their shock at hearing Seere come back at him immediately in the same manner. It gave them pause to consider the advisability of getting in the middle of the pair. Come to think of it, after finding it had no effect, Elrond has not attempted to play ‘lord of the valley’ again to Seere. Indeed, she is his match, though the twins still refuse to admit it./
That their bond would one day deepen to a true bonding of souls, a rare gift enjoyed by but a few, Celeborn did not doubt. He and his Galadriel shared such a connection. It was part of what sustained them in their long separation.
*Pen vuil, are you there? How I wish you were here to share this day with us.* (dear one)
*I hear you, ind nin. I wish I could be with you for this is indeed a day of great joy. Tell my grandsons I send my love and ask the blessing of the Valar to be upon them.* (my heart)
*They know you love them, but I will happily carry your message, lirima verne' amin. You will do the same for me tonight to Celebrian. I deeply regret no being able to stand with her at her wedding.* (my lovely wife)
*She knows, pen vuil. She understands exactly how you feel, for she is saddened to miss her sons’ binding ceremony… as she also missed Arwen’s. How is Elrond handling this day? I take it he knows she marries again today?* (dear one)
Considering how to answer her question, he hesitated. *I think it grieved him as we stood with the Gwanûn for he must have dreamed of this day since they were born. But, he is back with Seere at his side and the trace of melancholy has passed. He is happy with our ‘pen vuil’, Galadriel… happy as I have never seen him before.* (twins) (dear one)
*Can I confess this is a relief? I know I have seen his future and Seere is his mate, but I was afraid he would try to hold onto the past and taint the future with old grief. If he has truly moved on, then I will rest easy this night.*
*Then rest easy, meleth-nîn. Our son, nay both of our sons are moving away from the pain of their pasts. My only sadness this night is that you are so far away from me.* (my love)
*Amin mele lle, Celeborn. Our time apart will end before too much longer and I will again know the joy of holding you in my arms.* (I love you, Celeborn)
*Amin mele lle, Lirimaer. I live for that day.* (I love you, lovely one.)
*****
Elrond smiled down into the glowing golden eyes of the elleth dancing in his arms. He had known a brief moment of regret as he stood with Celeborn watching his sons take their vows. When his children had been born, he had held them in his arms and contemplated their futures. He had known even as he held his baby daughter he would one day lose her to mortality.
His gift of sight was fickle, however, for he had not seen the attack that nearly ended Celebrian’s life, only the darkness that hovered over her after they married. He had not known he would stand alone at their sons’ wedding, or rather, he had not realized it was not their mother that had stood with him, but their grandfather. He rarely had visions that benefited himself or his family. In fact, he had only ever had one vision about his own future.
Pulling his vision a little closer to his chest, he did not need foresight to know his future lay in her arms.
*****
They slipped onto the porch off of the dining hall, huddled together under his cloak against the cold wind blowing across the snow covered valley. Giggling like elflings, they sheltered in an alcove formed by a bend in the walls of the great, rambling house. Pulling the smiling elleth to him, the elf bent his head and whispering in her ear. “I will keep you warm, meleth-nîn,” before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. (my love)
When he finally lifted his head, sparking golden eyes opened to meet gleaming silver. “I would like nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, pen vuil. I wish to betroth myself to you, if you are willing.” (dear one)
“When you rode into the courtyard that day last spring, I knew the elf I wished to spend the rest of my life with had finally come home. I have no other wish but to betroth myself to you, melme. Amin mele lle, Elrond.” (I love you, Elrond)
“Amin mele lle, Seere. From this day forward, our life together has begun. In a year, it will be our marriage that we celebrate on the day of the Winter Festival.” (I love you, Seere.)
***
“Did you hear that? Ai! This will cause quite a stir when it becomes known!”
“Aye, I did hear! A stir is right for it is obvious that neither her Adar or his sons have accepted their match.”
Grinning broadly, the youngest of the Mirkwood princesses looked over at her sister. “What say we return to the festivities? But we must make sure no one overhears us talk of this, for such news would spread quickly and could cause quite a scene! You know how much Adar would hate for us to do anything that might cause problems for his dear old friend, Elrond.”
*****
HELLO! Anybody out there?!
Author: Sorsha
Fandom/Pairing: Elrond/OFC, Glorfindel/Haldir, Elladan/OFC, Elrohir/Legolas, others implied
Rating:.NC-17 for future chapters
Warning: AU (Story set 770 years after ROTK); Slash and het.
Feedback: This is my first fanfic, so constructive feedback appreciated.
Archive:
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Alex Cat for her help in betaing this fic.
Disclaimer: Any of the residents of Middle-earth and Aman that you recognize belong to Prof. Tolkien’s estate. The same is true about Middle-earth and Aman. I’m only visiting and admiring the “views”.
Summary: Sauron may be gone, but his legacy of evil still lingers. As Middle-earth faces the threat of another dark lord, a party of elves departs Aman on a mission for the Valar, a mission of mercy long delayed.
Chapter 46--- Realization
“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody,
you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”
Harry, When Harry Met Sally
*****
Celeborn stood with his back to the roaring fire, watching the celebration that was spilling out of the doors of the Hall of Fire into the nearby dining hall, reception hall, and the hallways themselves. Today had been a memorable day; his grandsons had taken their vows of marriage before the huge crowd that had assembled in Imladris for the Winter Festival.
A large delegation from Mirkwood was in attendance to stand with Legolas, including a stiff and slightly hostile Thranduil and two of his daughters. Azeriel had been attended by her parents and her older brother from the Havens. He had stood proudly with Elrond as the twins had stepped forward to join their respective mates. A beaming Glorfindel and a dignified Erestor had been selected to officiate with Seere and Gimli serving as their attendants.
Now the two couples were leading the celebrating masses through the traditional Winter Festival dances. The smiles wreathing his grandsons’ faces were a memory he would always treasure. /It was been an eventful year with many wonderful happenings, but also more than its share of tragedy. The coming years promises more of the same, so store these wonderful memories while you can, my beloved children; they are all we have some days to see us through. The four of you are dear to me and I pray you will know only joy in your life together. But when sorrows come, I hope you will stand together blessed by our bond of family as you have this day./
Studying the rest of the crowd, Celeborn quickly noted the steady progress that had taken place in Glorfindel and Haldir’s relationship. He had been somewhat relieved when Haldir told him they had decided to court each other first rather than start an affair. Contrary to common belief, neither elf had legions of lovers tucked away in their chambers. Both had been hurt badly by past experiences, so taking the time to allow their bond to deepen was wise. That either had let down their guard long enough to take the risk of officially courting each other, spoke clearly of the potential for their match.
Galadriel and he had fostered the three orphaned brothers when their mother had faded from grief after their father had been lost at Dagorlad. While the two younger elflings had needed a mother and had clung to Galadriel, Haldir had been older, only twelve years from his majority. He had been of an age to need a male influence to help him deal with those awkward years, made all the more difficult by his grief and guilt over the loss of their parents. He had turned to Celeborn. While Haldir loved his foster mother deeply, the bond that had grown between the two elves was special.
Their grief at losing Haldir to Mandos at Helm’s Deep had been intense. He still remembered the day Galadriel’s joyous message came to his mind that their son had been returned to them less than two hundred years after his death. It had been one of the happiest days of his long life. That Haldir had been returned as an adult elf, the living image of his former self had been unexpected, but welcome. He had his son back and he rejoiced.
Haldir had recently confessed to him that he had begged Lord Námo to return him to his life to allow him to help rescue the lost souls of Dagorlad. His mother’s grief had been too great for him to bear and he had vowed to reunite her with her long lost love. She had chosen to stay in the Halls of Waiting to wait for his return, given new hope by the Vala’s gift in allowing Haldir’s return.
His foster son had been looking for a way to return to Arda when Elrond’s call for volunteers to join him on a mission for the Valar had reached him. Haldir had volunteered immediately, planning to first fulfill his duty to the expedition, then remain in Arda to seek the means of releasing his father and the other trapped souls.
When Seere had had uttered the name Dagorlad, he had known then these dreams were from the Valar and would aid him in fulfilling his vow. It had not been a surprise to him when Elrond had called the meeting that afternoon to announce the ‘task’ they were to undertake. He had been filled with joy knowing their prayers had been heard and that they had permitted him to be a part of the mission that would free them.
With that, he had begun to regain some of the old confidence he had been missing. Glorfindel had not known what hit him --- not that he had been complaining! The two returned elves now stood side-by-side talking with several of their guardians, though they were still taking , very obviously a couple, very obviously in love. /Yes, the Valar had indeed been listening to prayers, both yours and mine, my son./
*****
Thinking of a couple obviously in love made him look about for Elrond and Seere. Elrond had the look of a very contented elf. Elladan and Elrohir were now happily married to their chosen mates and he had his Seere at his side. In all the many millennia Celeborn had known the half-elf, he had never seen him glow from within as he did now. That the glow brightened when Seere was near confirmed his original hope; that his friend, another son of his heart, had found his long dreamed of mate.
A radiant Seere stood by his side, her hand tucked safely in the curve of his arm. Elrond seemed to understand her complex nature, in part because they were very much alike. They talked, laughed, even argued, if rarely, in a manner none of the rest of their family quite understood.
/The first time we saw them arguing, I had to restrain Erestor and Elladan from taking Elrond to task. I was aided by their shock at hearing Seere come back at him immediately in the same manner. It gave them pause to consider the advisability of getting in the middle of the pair. Come to think of it, after finding it had no effect, Elrond has not attempted to play ‘lord of the valley’ again to Seere. Indeed, she is his match, though the twins still refuse to admit it./
That their bond would one day deepen to a true bonding of souls, a rare gift enjoyed by but a few, Celeborn did not doubt. He and his Galadriel shared such a connection. It was part of what sustained them in their long separation.
*Pen vuil, are you there? How I wish you were here to share this day with us.* (dear one)
*I hear you, ind nin. I wish I could be with you for this is indeed a day of great joy. Tell my grandsons I send my love and ask the blessing of the Valar to be upon them.* (my heart)
*They know you love them, but I will happily carry your message, lirima verne' amin. You will do the same for me tonight to Celebrian. I deeply regret no being able to stand with her at her wedding.* (my lovely wife)
*She knows, pen vuil. She understands exactly how you feel, for she is saddened to miss her sons’ binding ceremony… as she also missed Arwen’s. How is Elrond handling this day? I take it he knows she marries again today?* (dear one)
Considering how to answer her question, he hesitated. *I think it grieved him as we stood with the Gwanûn for he must have dreamed of this day since they were born. But, he is back with Seere at his side and the trace of melancholy has passed. He is happy with our ‘pen vuil’, Galadriel… happy as I have never seen him before.* (twins) (dear one)
*Can I confess this is a relief? I know I have seen his future and Seere is his mate, but I was afraid he would try to hold onto the past and taint the future with old grief. If he has truly moved on, then I will rest easy this night.*
*Then rest easy, meleth-nîn. Our son, nay both of our sons are moving away from the pain of their pasts. My only sadness this night is that you are so far away from me.* (my love)
*Amin mele lle, Celeborn. Our time apart will end before too much longer and I will again know the joy of holding you in my arms.* (I love you, Celeborn)
*Amin mele lle, Lirimaer. I live for that day.* (I love you, lovely one.)
*****
Elrond smiled down into the glowing golden eyes of the elleth dancing in his arms. He had known a brief moment of regret as he stood with Celeborn watching his sons take their vows. When his children had been born, he had held them in his arms and contemplated their futures. He had known even as he held his baby daughter he would one day lose her to mortality.
His gift of sight was fickle, however, for he had not seen the attack that nearly ended Celebrian’s life, only the darkness that hovered over her after they married. He had not known he would stand alone at their sons’ wedding, or rather, he had not realized it was not their mother that had stood with him, but their grandfather. He rarely had visions that benefited himself or his family. In fact, he had only ever had one vision about his own future.
Pulling his vision a little closer to his chest, he did not need foresight to know his future lay in her arms.
*****
They slipped onto the porch off of the dining hall, huddled together under his cloak against the cold wind blowing across the snow covered valley. Giggling like elflings, they sheltered in an alcove formed by a bend in the walls of the great, rambling house. Pulling the smiling elleth to him, the elf bent his head and whispering in her ear. “I will keep you warm, meleth-nîn,” before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. (my love)
When he finally lifted his head, sparking golden eyes opened to meet gleaming silver. “I would like nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, pen vuil. I wish to betroth myself to you, if you are willing.” (dear one)
“When you rode into the courtyard that day last spring, I knew the elf I wished to spend the rest of my life with had finally come home. I have no other wish but to betroth myself to you, melme. Amin mele lle, Elrond.” (I love you, Elrond)
“Amin mele lle, Seere. From this day forward, our life together has begun. In a year, it will be our marriage that we celebrate on the day of the Winter Festival.” (I love you, Seere.)
***
“Did you hear that? Ai! This will cause quite a stir when it becomes known!”
“Aye, I did hear! A stir is right for it is obvious that neither her Adar or his sons have accepted their match.”
Grinning broadly, the youngest of the Mirkwood princesses looked over at her sister. “What say we return to the festivities? But we must make sure no one overhears us talk of this, for such news would spread quickly and could cause quite a scene! You know how much Adar would hate for us to do anything that might cause problems for his dear old friend, Elrond.”
*****
HELLO! Anybody out there?!