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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,736
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
Title: Leaving You Behind 5
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’s love, trust, pride and honor seemed lost forever…
Is there any hope for an ordinary life?
5.
Minas Tirith
Denethor stared at the note:
“If Faramir is important to you, you have to come to Osgiliath, with no guards, if you want him alive… or he will die a slow death, in front of any men from your palace.”
Denethor found no words, but he let a smile spread over his face as he thought of his favored son who rode with his guards safely away from Osgiliath. The Steward tore the note and threw it on the floor, and then he laughed, laughed until he coughed, and then he laughed some more, enjoying the moment.
He wished to thank whoever had caught Faramir and wondered who the hero was, for at long last he had gotten rid of the Steward’s youngest son.
Faramir disappointed him time after time, and he had had enough. At least he had another child that made him proud. Boromir was worth everything, and he loved him dearly, much, much more than Faramir.
‘At least, they did not catch Boromir…’ Denethor thought in relief.
Denethor took another breath, and then in his mind he repeated his words. He moved in anger, remembering the part about being in Osgiliath alone and yet his eldest was already on his way to the place with a patrol team. Worry grew in the father’s heart for his elder son.
“Boromir, I hope that who ever it is did not got you too, because if they did, I will kill them myself for killing you,” Denethor said as he stared to get armed, and then he walked to the stables.
~*~
Imladris
Glorfindel grew worried for his friend, since Elrond’s breakdown. Elrond had not left his room, neither eating nor sleeping. The Balrog Slayer had to be there for him, forcing his friend and lord to eat, to regain strength, and yet he failed time after time.
“My Lord Elrond,” Glorfindel tried softly to reach him, “You have to eat something. Look at yourself.”
Elrond only mumbled sadly that he felt his life coming to an end. “What matters now? My sons left me because I am a selfish father, they hated me… they hated me…” Elrond started to cry. He felt lost and broken. His sons were his life, his heart and his very soul. He loved them, and yet he kept blaming himself for their banishment.
“They will be back. You will see. They will be back,” Glorfindel tried to cheer him up, but it seemed that it did not succeed as he had hoped.
“They will not be back! All of this, all of this, because of me…” Elrond sank into his self-pity and blame.
Glorfindel stood and scanned his lord; for him, the elf seemed hopeless, but he wished him the best. “You have to hold yourself in one piece, my lord,” Glorfindel said seriously.
“What does it matter now? They have gone… and I… I lost everything that I have …” Elrond cried in despair.
Glorfindel wished that he could do something, but it seemed that there was nothing for him to do.
~*~
Mirkwood
Green leaves fell from the trees, and soon surrounded the King and Aragorn.
“I miss him so much…” King Thranduil cried as he saw the green leaves fall around him.
“We will find him, Your Highness.” Aragorn tried to give hope to the king.
“You can call me ‘Thranduil’; that is my name.” Thranduil said, and added, “No titles amongst my son’s friends.”
Aragorn grinned with a large smile toward the king, almost alarming the older elf, who had no idea why the younger man was smiling.
“What?” Thranduil asked curiously.
“You told me the exact thing that Legolas told me,” Aragorn answered.
“Oh… I see… I did the same as my son, by saying it.” Thranduil grinned back.
“Aye, Thranduil. Besides, a little smiling amongst friends would do good, don’t you think?” Aragorn asked.
“Aye, I think that you are right,” Thranduil answered. “Since Legolas is gone, I do not smile. I… I though that I lost a life, and to smile would be to disgrace my son.”
~*~
Lothlórien
“Please grandma, please… help him…” Elrohir begged as he saw his twin’s skin grow paler and paler. He had to hold him tighter, as he could feel the muscles relax.
Lord Celeborn walked over to the twins, and took Elladan from Elrohir’s arms. “I will take care of him, and you will stay with your grandmother,” Celeborn said, leaving with the wounded twin.
“Now, do you wish to tell me, from the beginning, why your father banished you in the first place?” Galadriel asked, as she stared at the young twin with curiosity etched into her fair features, hoping to find some explanation to all of this.
End of Chapter 5.
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’s love, trust, pride and honor seemed lost forever…
Is there any hope for an ordinary life?
5.
Minas Tirith
Denethor stared at the note:
“If Faramir is important to you, you have to come to Osgiliath, with no guards, if you want him alive… or he will die a slow death, in front of any men from your palace.”
Denethor found no words, but he let a smile spread over his face as he thought of his favored son who rode with his guards safely away from Osgiliath. The Steward tore the note and threw it on the floor, and then he laughed, laughed until he coughed, and then he laughed some more, enjoying the moment.
He wished to thank whoever had caught Faramir and wondered who the hero was, for at long last he had gotten rid of the Steward’s youngest son.
Faramir disappointed him time after time, and he had had enough. At least he had another child that made him proud. Boromir was worth everything, and he loved him dearly, much, much more than Faramir.
‘At least, they did not catch Boromir…’ Denethor thought in relief.
Denethor took another breath, and then in his mind he repeated his words. He moved in anger, remembering the part about being in Osgiliath alone and yet his eldest was already on his way to the place with a patrol team. Worry grew in the father’s heart for his elder son.
“Boromir, I hope that who ever it is did not got you too, because if they did, I will kill them myself for killing you,” Denethor said as he stared to get armed, and then he walked to the stables.
~*~
Imladris
Glorfindel grew worried for his friend, since Elrond’s breakdown. Elrond had not left his room, neither eating nor sleeping. The Balrog Slayer had to be there for him, forcing his friend and lord to eat, to regain strength, and yet he failed time after time.
“My Lord Elrond,” Glorfindel tried softly to reach him, “You have to eat something. Look at yourself.”
Elrond only mumbled sadly that he felt his life coming to an end. “What matters now? My sons left me because I am a selfish father, they hated me… they hated me…” Elrond started to cry. He felt lost and broken. His sons were his life, his heart and his very soul. He loved them, and yet he kept blaming himself for their banishment.
“They will be back. You will see. They will be back,” Glorfindel tried to cheer him up, but it seemed that it did not succeed as he had hoped.
“They will not be back! All of this, all of this, because of me…” Elrond sank into his self-pity and blame.
Glorfindel stood and scanned his lord; for him, the elf seemed hopeless, but he wished him the best. “You have to hold yourself in one piece, my lord,” Glorfindel said seriously.
“What does it matter now? They have gone… and I… I lost everything that I have …” Elrond cried in despair.
Glorfindel wished that he could do something, but it seemed that there was nothing for him to do.
~*~
Mirkwood
Green leaves fell from the trees, and soon surrounded the King and Aragorn.
“I miss him so much…” King Thranduil cried as he saw the green leaves fall around him.
“We will find him, Your Highness.” Aragorn tried to give hope to the king.
“You can call me ‘Thranduil’; that is my name.” Thranduil said, and added, “No titles amongst my son’s friends.”
Aragorn grinned with a large smile toward the king, almost alarming the older elf, who had no idea why the younger man was smiling.
“What?” Thranduil asked curiously.
“You told me the exact thing that Legolas told me,” Aragorn answered.
“Oh… I see… I did the same as my son, by saying it.” Thranduil grinned back.
“Aye, Thranduil. Besides, a little smiling amongst friends would do good, don’t you think?” Aragorn asked.
“Aye, I think that you are right,” Thranduil answered. “Since Legolas is gone, I do not smile. I… I though that I lost a life, and to smile would be to disgrace my son.”
~*~
Lothlórien
“Please grandma, please… help him…” Elrohir begged as he saw his twin’s skin grow paler and paler. He had to hold him tighter, as he could feel the muscles relax.
Lord Celeborn walked over to the twins, and took Elladan from Elrohir’s arms. “I will take care of him, and you will stay with your grandmother,” Celeborn said, leaving with the wounded twin.
“Now, do you wish to tell me, from the beginning, why your father banished you in the first place?” Galadriel asked, as she stared at the young twin with curiosity etched into her fair features, hoping to find some explanation to all of this.
End of Chapter 5.