My Dreams, My Heaven
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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3,985
Reviews:
8
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Disclaimer:
Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story
chapter 6
Title: My Dreams, My Heaven
Author: Lenora
Contact: romanticthief77@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan/Legolas, Elrohir/legolas, Legolas/Las (oc), Elladan/Las(oc), Elrohir/Las(oc), Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas/Las(oc)
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Explicit twincest, Non-con, Mpreg, cross-dressing, character death/rebirth. Original Character, Trans-gender (Hermaphrodite).
Feedback: helps me know what I’m doing wrong, what I can improve, and makes me happy
Summary: Las is an abused Hermaphrodite in a world that looks down on hermaphrodites and homosexuality. The only thing that keeps him going night after night of servicing clients for his parents is his old and worn Lord of the rings trilogy book, which he must hide because such books have been banned from society. Each morning when he goes to sleep, he escapes into a dream where his heroes ease his troubled mind from the stress of his hellish life. But for Las his dreams become his heaven when one night after some clients go to far, but how long can this heaven last for little Las because even in this world there are those that would seek to cause him pain.
Notes: Italics indicate mind speak and ** indicate thoughts,
Disclaimer: Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story or any other story I may write involving his characters. This is done purely for fun and for my own amusement and the enjoyment of my readers…if I have any
A/N: I thought I would crank out one more chapter before the weekend comes and I get to busy with other stuff. more on Monday!
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Chapter 6
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“You want me to what?” Glorfindel exclaimed, the twins and Legolas had found him entrenched in his study going of the last few assignments before patrol the next morning. They had quickly explained to him what was going on with Las; he was hardly surprised that the little elf was having difficulty. They wanted him to share his experience in rebirth with the hermaphrodite since it was something the two had in common. Though he had had to wait thousands of years before being reborn, he wasn’t sure that what had happened to Las was considered being reborn. But it didn’t matter the poor elf had died in order to come to this world whether he had meant to or not.
“we just want you to talk to him, get him to open up, maybe if he knows someone has felt the same pain he has felt he could let it all out.” Elladan explained again, hopeful that his long time mentor and friend would help out the newest addition to the last homely house.
Glorfindel look at the three elves, he shook his head. “I don’t think that would be wise pen-neth, Las didn’t just die, he hasn’t told us much but you know that Las spent a long time dealing with abuse. You know that from the when he would wonder into this world and the bruises his body would bear and the tears he would cry. He has suffered much in his young life and he will take a long time recovering from it, I mean look at him he is anvery special little elf that has not faded despite the years he has been abused. He has strong spirit and he will find a way out on his own.”
Legolas threw his hands up in the air, storming out of the room; he was not in the mood for this. He had hoped that Glorfindel would help them, but it seemed they were on their own in trying to get Las to open up. The twins called after him but he just shrugged them off, explaining that he would be bathing if they needed him.
The twins looked back to Glorfindel, Elrohir sighed “we just want to help Las move on, he has a new life here, and he shouldn’t continue to dwell on the past”
Glorfindel nodded “I know pen-neth, but you can’t just expect him to move on just because his life is now easier. He has never lived a life where he can do as he pleases, this is all new to him and he isn’t sure how to move on. Just give him some space and some time, he will come to you when he needs his friends.”
The twins nodded understanding what their mentor was trying to explain, they did indeed have to give Las some space to understand that his life was different now, Glorfindel was always right.
Glorfindel smiled “good now off with you two, there is much I still need to do and much you two need to finish as well before we all leave in the morning.”
The twins left his study already bickering about what each needed to pack, and what each needed to do before morning.
“You know you can at least try talking to Las”
Glorfindel turned to find Erestor moving in from the balcony behind his desk. He smiled at his lover pulling him into his lap and covering his face with kisses.
“What could I tell him? That I know the pain of falling to my death? It could do more damage than good I think.”
Erestor shook his head, his raven black hair shimmering in the afternoon sun. “Do you not remember when you returned the nightmares that haunted your dreams? it become so hard for you to rest at night that you wouldn’t sleep for days until you finally fell from exhaustion.”
Glorfindel looked down at his desk, remembering that time. He has been a monster to deal with then, he was always tired from sleepless night, and he had a hard time adjusting to living again. He supposed Las was having a similar problem, trying to adjust to life where he was free to go where he pleased and do as he pleased, Las had to be suffering from the nightmares the twins and Legolas suspected he was not telling them about.
Erestor kissed his cheek pulling Glorfindel from his thoughts, he touched his lovers cheek “I know he not sleeping, he has a hard time keeping those pretty eyes open when he in the library with me, maybe he needs someone to empathize with? He may not open up to you or anyone for awhile but it may comfort him to know that there is someone else who has had a hard time adjusting to life after death or abuse.”
Glorfindel had to admit his lover had a point, a point he had failed to miss when the twins and Legolas where here. He decided he would speak with Las before he left in the morning. He sighed contently pulling his lover closer to him and taking comfort in their love as the smaller elf snuggled closer to him.
***
Las wriggled about in the mass of pillows that was on his couch trying to get comfortable. He had just wanted to read a book, but his knees where aching and his scars felt tight. He let out a frustrated growl throwing his book onto the floor and crossing his arms. Why couldn’t he just get comfortable? He had enough pillows and blankets around him that it should be impossible for him to be uncomfortable.
Legolas watched him from the doorway, though the little elf had yet to notice his presence. He was silently laughing at Las’ problem; the little one was too upset to read his book for whatever reason, and seemed to be having some sort of inner conflict regarding the pillows he was surrounded by. He sighed softly admiring Las’ beauty as he had found himself doing many times when the elf wasn’t looking.
Las small for an elf, closer to the size of a young human than of a fully matured elf, he was indeed very young only 20 years of age, though he was of age among the wood elves traditions. His silver-blonde hair was no longer matted and bloody, now it shone like the most expensive silk under the sun. His small frame no longer looked malnourished he had filled out nicely and soon they would start training him to defend himself. Las’ creamy white skin still bore the scars from his ordeal, hopefully one day they would fade away, but for now they were a reminder to all what the little elf had been through. Oh and Las eyes were what always stopped him in his tracks, those blue-green eyes so uncommon in hue, set into almond shaped eyes and framed with long lashes that gave him a sultry appearance he found those eyes exotic. His little nose with a little bump in the middle from a break somewhere in his past and plump red lips only adding to the sultry affect his eyes had on everyone. Las was an uncommon elf with and an exotic beauty none had seen the likes of before.
Las tempted him with such beauty, not once since falling for the twins had he ever desired another like he desired Las. His groin tightened at the thought of the little elf squirming beneath him in passion. He felt ashamed for wanting the smaller elf, but he couldn’t help it he was to tempting a creature to look at, he invited you in with those eyes, though Las was unaware of his appeal to others. He shoved such thoughts of Las in his bed away; he needed to focus on whatever was bothering the hermaphrodite now. He cleared his throat to let Las know he was behind him. The little elf jumped having been lost in his thoughts.
“When did you get here?” Las asked, his voiced had a slightly annoyed edge to it.
Legolas came over to sit with him having to push a few pillows and blankets onto the floor before sitting down.
“just now, I came to see how you were doing” Legolas smiled putting his arms around Las’ shoulders, the small elf flinched still not entirely comfortable with people having physical contact with him.
Las rolled his eyes; of course Legolas was checking on him, the older elf was worse than a mother bear protecting her cubs. Las was about to say some scathing remark when both heard a knock on the door. Both turned to see Glorfindel standing in the door way. Legolas smiled, hoping that Glorfindel had come to talk with Las.
the ancient elf had decided to do just that “May I speak with you alone Las?”
Las looked to Legolas who nodded his head and stood to leave. “It’s alright Las” he reassured the little elf before leaving the room and silently thanking Glorfindel.
The Large elf shut the door enough so the two could speak privately. “Your friends came to me this afternoon, you know”
Las eyed the bigger elf warily “why are you telling me this?” he asked softly a little intimidated by how large Glorfindel was up close.
“Because of what they came to me for, they wanted me to speak with you about something both of us have experienced.”
Las raised an eyebrow, still having no idea what Glorfindel was talking about. As far as he knew the only thing to two of them had in common was that they were both elves.
Glorfindel smiled at him seeing to confusion on his face. “We have both experienced death, we have both felt the darkness take us.”
Las shivered remembering that Glorfindel was a beloved war hero in middle-earth, the famed balrog slayer that had been reborn to protect Elrond and his offspring. He looked up at the ancient elf.
“So they wanted you to speak with me over the shared experienced” Las wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He hardly knew the elf and didn’t exactly feel like sharing all his woes with the balrog-slayer.
“I will simply tell you what I went through after my rebirth, if at any time you want to share something with me you can.” And then Glorfindel went ahead telling Las the story of his rebirth and of his difficulties adjusting to life again. Las listened intently, feeling honored that such an elf would share his experience with him. When Glorfindel was done he looked at the younger elf looking for any sign that he might open up.
Las looked down at his hands fiddling with them as he was wont to do when he was nervous. Glorfindel smiled patting him on the shoulder.
“It will take time for you to come to terms with everything little one, just know you have people who care very much for you and only want to see you happy.”
Las smiled truly appreciating the effort Glorfindel had expended just to show Las he was not alone.
“If you ever need to talk to someone, you are welcome to come to me if you desire”
Las thanked him and watched the ancient elf leave closing the door behind him as he left. He snuggled into his blanket and pillows thinking over everything the elf had told him. Hs eyes became heavy and he drifted to sleep finally comfortable and tired enough to let sleep wash over him.
But his dreams were not peaceful; once again his nightmares haunted him, only this time it was not the night of his death that he kept replaying over and over again. This time they were much different.
He was standing in a small dark room, lit only by candles. In the middle of the room two men were bent over a table, one chanting in a language he didn’t recognize and the other nervously rubbing his hands together watching every move the other man made. He then noticed what they were bent over a body a badly beaten and torn body. He got closer to the two men and the body realizing that it was his body they were bent over. He looked down at himself he was slightly transparent, like he was only here in spirit and not whole. He gasped frightened to see his dead body lying there. The men turned at the noise and the one man who had been chanting didn’t seem surprised to see him standing there, the other man however looked beside himself in glee that Las was standing before him.
“Ah finally all that hard work paid off” the man said an evil glint in his eye that put Las off balance unsure what the man was talking about.
He reached out to touch Las, though his body was no substantial enough to touch; Las flinched away not wanting this man to ever lay a hand on him. The man frowned turning back to the other man.
“Why is he like this?! Why isn’t he whole? I told you to bring him back to me whole!”
The man shirked away at the scolding and stuttered to explain. “You must get him to come back to his body here; I am unable to bring his body back only his soul responded to the call, I am sorry I have failed you Emperor”
The other man let out a growl throwing the nearest object against a wall, shattering the glass object and
scaring the other two in the room. Realization dawned on Las as he got a closer look at the man; he was Salvatore the Emperor of the world of his birth, the man whom Las hated and feared. But this man wanted him? He didn’t understand why would Salvatore want him? The man hated hermaphrodites, had made it his sole purpose to wipe them from existence.
Salvatore turned on Las quickly coming to stand before him and look a pure rage on the man’s face. “You will get in to your body now, you will do as I order you to do, if you do not I will come after you. And trust me there are ways to get to you in that little world you’re in now, I will destroy anything you have found dear there. And I know you do not want that, just do everyone a favor and get back in your body.”
Las’ eyes widened in terror, he would never get back into his body here. Never would he willingly come back to this hellish world. The man got closer to him and he shut his eyes tight wishing with all his heart he would be back in his room in imladris and that this was all a terrible dream. The man screamed and pulled his arm back as if he meant to hit Las, whether it would hurt Las or not he wanted to scare the hermaphrodite back into his body. But before he could even bring his fist down to hit, Las had disappeared and his hand punched into the wall that had been behind Las.
Salvatore howled in pain and rage and turned back to the sorcerer. Pointing and accusing finger at the man “The fact that you are the only sorcerer left alive that can find a way to that world is the only reason you are still alive, find me that freak! Find a way to get to him, I will have drag him back to this world by his pointy little ears if I have to, now go! Find the way to him.”
The sorcerer scrambled to do as his master bade him, Salvatore sighed looking down at the beaten and swollen face of the hermaphrodite. If they didn’t get Las back fast the body would be useless to them and the only way to get him back would be to bring Las’ body and soul back to this world. He suspected that would be the case now anyway, since Las knew that Salvatore was after him.
***
Las woke screaming in terror, shivering in a cold sweat he looked about the room. It was dark now, the fire had died down the smoldering embers and a tray a food sat on the side table next to him. He sat panting trying to come to terms with his dream, if it indeed had really been a dream. He couldn’t shake the feeling that what he had just experienced was not a nightmare.
Legolas then came bursting through his door in a panic, his sleep pants barely tied and the elf hadn’t even bothered to put on a shirt when he had come running. He ran to Las’ side and scooped the little elf into his arms. Las gladly accepted the embrace holding onto Legolas tightly and sobbing his fears into the elf’s chest.
Legolas cooed to him softly and stroked his hair, picking him up gently and moving to the bed so they could be more comfortable. He held Las till it was nearly dawn, quietly comforting the distraught elf while he cried, rocking him gently back and forth. The twins had come in soon after Legolas had, having also heard the scream and been jumped over in Legolas’ haste to get to Las. They had stoked the fire back up and taken the uneaten food from the room, leaving the two elves alone, they had left going back to their rooms for a few more hours of sleep, though they were too worried about Las to find any more rest.
Las sobs quieted and he only sniffled and hiccupped occasionally. Legolas pulled his chin up to look into Las’ eyes.
“Will you tell me about your dream?” Legolas asked, he sincerely hoped that Las would open up just enough so that he might be able to ease the little elf’s troubled heart.
Las shook his head, and shivered recalling the dream in his head. No he couldn’t tell him about the dream he was too terrified to speak it out loud, but what if it hadn’t been a dream? What if Salvatore did indeed intend to bring him back to his birth world? What could the evil Emperor possibly want with him? And what would it mean if the man found a way to this world? Was it even possible? He wasn’t even sure about how he got here. There were so many questions swimming in his mind, he felt ready to burst. Maybe it couldn’t hurt to share his nightmare with Legolas, he trusted him more than anyone else besides the twins. The elf had never hurt him had always been kind to him, and perhaps the older elf could figure out the dream he had. See things in it that he did not.
He looked into his friends sapphire eyes and nodded, he would try to tell his friend about his nightmare. His only fear was that Legolas might confirm that it wasn’t a nightmare, but then Legolas might not know anymore than he did. He would have to try though, because if it wasn’t a dream then they all had something to fear.
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TBC…
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Some translations for you guys-
Pen-neth: young one
Meleth: love
More chapters after the weekend!
Author: Lenora
Contact: romanticthief77@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan/Legolas, Elrohir/legolas, Legolas/Las (oc), Elladan/Las(oc), Elrohir/Las(oc), Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas/Las(oc)
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Explicit twincest, Non-con, Mpreg, cross-dressing, character death/rebirth. Original Character, Trans-gender (Hermaphrodite).
Feedback: helps me know what I’m doing wrong, what I can improve, and makes me happy
Summary: Las is an abused Hermaphrodite in a world that looks down on hermaphrodites and homosexuality. The only thing that keeps him going night after night of servicing clients for his parents is his old and worn Lord of the rings trilogy book, which he must hide because such books have been banned from society. Each morning when he goes to sleep, he escapes into a dream where his heroes ease his troubled mind from the stress of his hellish life. But for Las his dreams become his heaven when one night after some clients go to far, but how long can this heaven last for little Las because even in this world there are those that would seek to cause him pain.
Notes: Italics indicate mind speak and ** indicate thoughts,
Disclaimer: Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story or any other story I may write involving his characters. This is done purely for fun and for my own amusement and the enjoyment of my readers…if I have any
A/N: I thought I would crank out one more chapter before the weekend comes and I get to busy with other stuff. more on Monday!
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Chapter 6
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“You want me to what?” Glorfindel exclaimed, the twins and Legolas had found him entrenched in his study going of the last few assignments before patrol the next morning. They had quickly explained to him what was going on with Las; he was hardly surprised that the little elf was having difficulty. They wanted him to share his experience in rebirth with the hermaphrodite since it was something the two had in common. Though he had had to wait thousands of years before being reborn, he wasn’t sure that what had happened to Las was considered being reborn. But it didn’t matter the poor elf had died in order to come to this world whether he had meant to or not.
“we just want you to talk to him, get him to open up, maybe if he knows someone has felt the same pain he has felt he could let it all out.” Elladan explained again, hopeful that his long time mentor and friend would help out the newest addition to the last homely house.
Glorfindel look at the three elves, he shook his head. “I don’t think that would be wise pen-neth, Las didn’t just die, he hasn’t told us much but you know that Las spent a long time dealing with abuse. You know that from the when he would wonder into this world and the bruises his body would bear and the tears he would cry. He has suffered much in his young life and he will take a long time recovering from it, I mean look at him he is anvery special little elf that has not faded despite the years he has been abused. He has strong spirit and he will find a way out on his own.”
Legolas threw his hands up in the air, storming out of the room; he was not in the mood for this. He had hoped that Glorfindel would help them, but it seemed they were on their own in trying to get Las to open up. The twins called after him but he just shrugged them off, explaining that he would be bathing if they needed him.
The twins looked back to Glorfindel, Elrohir sighed “we just want to help Las move on, he has a new life here, and he shouldn’t continue to dwell on the past”
Glorfindel nodded “I know pen-neth, but you can’t just expect him to move on just because his life is now easier. He has never lived a life where he can do as he pleases, this is all new to him and he isn’t sure how to move on. Just give him some space and some time, he will come to you when he needs his friends.”
The twins nodded understanding what their mentor was trying to explain, they did indeed have to give Las some space to understand that his life was different now, Glorfindel was always right.
Glorfindel smiled “good now off with you two, there is much I still need to do and much you two need to finish as well before we all leave in the morning.”
The twins left his study already bickering about what each needed to pack, and what each needed to do before morning.
“You know you can at least try talking to Las”
Glorfindel turned to find Erestor moving in from the balcony behind his desk. He smiled at his lover pulling him into his lap and covering his face with kisses.
“What could I tell him? That I know the pain of falling to my death? It could do more damage than good I think.”
Erestor shook his head, his raven black hair shimmering in the afternoon sun. “Do you not remember when you returned the nightmares that haunted your dreams? it become so hard for you to rest at night that you wouldn’t sleep for days until you finally fell from exhaustion.”
Glorfindel looked down at his desk, remembering that time. He has been a monster to deal with then, he was always tired from sleepless night, and he had a hard time adjusting to living again. He supposed Las was having a similar problem, trying to adjust to life where he was free to go where he pleased and do as he pleased, Las had to be suffering from the nightmares the twins and Legolas suspected he was not telling them about.
Erestor kissed his cheek pulling Glorfindel from his thoughts, he touched his lovers cheek “I know he not sleeping, he has a hard time keeping those pretty eyes open when he in the library with me, maybe he needs someone to empathize with? He may not open up to you or anyone for awhile but it may comfort him to know that there is someone else who has had a hard time adjusting to life after death or abuse.”
Glorfindel had to admit his lover had a point, a point he had failed to miss when the twins and Legolas where here. He decided he would speak with Las before he left in the morning. He sighed contently pulling his lover closer to him and taking comfort in their love as the smaller elf snuggled closer to him.
***
Las wriggled about in the mass of pillows that was on his couch trying to get comfortable. He had just wanted to read a book, but his knees where aching and his scars felt tight. He let out a frustrated growl throwing his book onto the floor and crossing his arms. Why couldn’t he just get comfortable? He had enough pillows and blankets around him that it should be impossible for him to be uncomfortable.
Legolas watched him from the doorway, though the little elf had yet to notice his presence. He was silently laughing at Las’ problem; the little one was too upset to read his book for whatever reason, and seemed to be having some sort of inner conflict regarding the pillows he was surrounded by. He sighed softly admiring Las’ beauty as he had found himself doing many times when the elf wasn’t looking.
Las small for an elf, closer to the size of a young human than of a fully matured elf, he was indeed very young only 20 years of age, though he was of age among the wood elves traditions. His silver-blonde hair was no longer matted and bloody, now it shone like the most expensive silk under the sun. His small frame no longer looked malnourished he had filled out nicely and soon they would start training him to defend himself. Las’ creamy white skin still bore the scars from his ordeal, hopefully one day they would fade away, but for now they were a reminder to all what the little elf had been through. Oh and Las eyes were what always stopped him in his tracks, those blue-green eyes so uncommon in hue, set into almond shaped eyes and framed with long lashes that gave him a sultry appearance he found those eyes exotic. His little nose with a little bump in the middle from a break somewhere in his past and plump red lips only adding to the sultry affect his eyes had on everyone. Las was an uncommon elf with and an exotic beauty none had seen the likes of before.
Las tempted him with such beauty, not once since falling for the twins had he ever desired another like he desired Las. His groin tightened at the thought of the little elf squirming beneath him in passion. He felt ashamed for wanting the smaller elf, but he couldn’t help it he was to tempting a creature to look at, he invited you in with those eyes, though Las was unaware of his appeal to others. He shoved such thoughts of Las in his bed away; he needed to focus on whatever was bothering the hermaphrodite now. He cleared his throat to let Las know he was behind him. The little elf jumped having been lost in his thoughts.
“When did you get here?” Las asked, his voiced had a slightly annoyed edge to it.
Legolas came over to sit with him having to push a few pillows and blankets onto the floor before sitting down.
“just now, I came to see how you were doing” Legolas smiled putting his arms around Las’ shoulders, the small elf flinched still not entirely comfortable with people having physical contact with him.
Las rolled his eyes; of course Legolas was checking on him, the older elf was worse than a mother bear protecting her cubs. Las was about to say some scathing remark when both heard a knock on the door. Both turned to see Glorfindel standing in the door way. Legolas smiled, hoping that Glorfindel had come to talk with Las.
the ancient elf had decided to do just that “May I speak with you alone Las?”
Las looked to Legolas who nodded his head and stood to leave. “It’s alright Las” he reassured the little elf before leaving the room and silently thanking Glorfindel.
The Large elf shut the door enough so the two could speak privately. “Your friends came to me this afternoon, you know”
Las eyed the bigger elf warily “why are you telling me this?” he asked softly a little intimidated by how large Glorfindel was up close.
“Because of what they came to me for, they wanted me to speak with you about something both of us have experienced.”
Las raised an eyebrow, still having no idea what Glorfindel was talking about. As far as he knew the only thing to two of them had in common was that they were both elves.
Glorfindel smiled at him seeing to confusion on his face. “We have both experienced death, we have both felt the darkness take us.”
Las shivered remembering that Glorfindel was a beloved war hero in middle-earth, the famed balrog slayer that had been reborn to protect Elrond and his offspring. He looked up at the ancient elf.
“So they wanted you to speak with me over the shared experienced” Las wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He hardly knew the elf and didn’t exactly feel like sharing all his woes with the balrog-slayer.
“I will simply tell you what I went through after my rebirth, if at any time you want to share something with me you can.” And then Glorfindel went ahead telling Las the story of his rebirth and of his difficulties adjusting to life again. Las listened intently, feeling honored that such an elf would share his experience with him. When Glorfindel was done he looked at the younger elf looking for any sign that he might open up.
Las looked down at his hands fiddling with them as he was wont to do when he was nervous. Glorfindel smiled patting him on the shoulder.
“It will take time for you to come to terms with everything little one, just know you have people who care very much for you and only want to see you happy.”
Las smiled truly appreciating the effort Glorfindel had expended just to show Las he was not alone.
“If you ever need to talk to someone, you are welcome to come to me if you desire”
Las thanked him and watched the ancient elf leave closing the door behind him as he left. He snuggled into his blanket and pillows thinking over everything the elf had told him. Hs eyes became heavy and he drifted to sleep finally comfortable and tired enough to let sleep wash over him.
But his dreams were not peaceful; once again his nightmares haunted him, only this time it was not the night of his death that he kept replaying over and over again. This time they were much different.
He was standing in a small dark room, lit only by candles. In the middle of the room two men were bent over a table, one chanting in a language he didn’t recognize and the other nervously rubbing his hands together watching every move the other man made. He then noticed what they were bent over a body a badly beaten and torn body. He got closer to the two men and the body realizing that it was his body they were bent over. He looked down at himself he was slightly transparent, like he was only here in spirit and not whole. He gasped frightened to see his dead body lying there. The men turned at the noise and the one man who had been chanting didn’t seem surprised to see him standing there, the other man however looked beside himself in glee that Las was standing before him.
“Ah finally all that hard work paid off” the man said an evil glint in his eye that put Las off balance unsure what the man was talking about.
He reached out to touch Las, though his body was no substantial enough to touch; Las flinched away not wanting this man to ever lay a hand on him. The man frowned turning back to the other man.
“Why is he like this?! Why isn’t he whole? I told you to bring him back to me whole!”
The man shirked away at the scolding and stuttered to explain. “You must get him to come back to his body here; I am unable to bring his body back only his soul responded to the call, I am sorry I have failed you Emperor”
The other man let out a growl throwing the nearest object against a wall, shattering the glass object and
scaring the other two in the room. Realization dawned on Las as he got a closer look at the man; he was Salvatore the Emperor of the world of his birth, the man whom Las hated and feared. But this man wanted him? He didn’t understand why would Salvatore want him? The man hated hermaphrodites, had made it his sole purpose to wipe them from existence.
Salvatore turned on Las quickly coming to stand before him and look a pure rage on the man’s face. “You will get in to your body now, you will do as I order you to do, if you do not I will come after you. And trust me there are ways to get to you in that little world you’re in now, I will destroy anything you have found dear there. And I know you do not want that, just do everyone a favor and get back in your body.”
Las’ eyes widened in terror, he would never get back into his body here. Never would he willingly come back to this hellish world. The man got closer to him and he shut his eyes tight wishing with all his heart he would be back in his room in imladris and that this was all a terrible dream. The man screamed and pulled his arm back as if he meant to hit Las, whether it would hurt Las or not he wanted to scare the hermaphrodite back into his body. But before he could even bring his fist down to hit, Las had disappeared and his hand punched into the wall that had been behind Las.
Salvatore howled in pain and rage and turned back to the sorcerer. Pointing and accusing finger at the man “The fact that you are the only sorcerer left alive that can find a way to that world is the only reason you are still alive, find me that freak! Find a way to get to him, I will have drag him back to this world by his pointy little ears if I have to, now go! Find the way to him.”
The sorcerer scrambled to do as his master bade him, Salvatore sighed looking down at the beaten and swollen face of the hermaphrodite. If they didn’t get Las back fast the body would be useless to them and the only way to get him back would be to bring Las’ body and soul back to this world. He suspected that would be the case now anyway, since Las knew that Salvatore was after him.
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Las woke screaming in terror, shivering in a cold sweat he looked about the room. It was dark now, the fire had died down the smoldering embers and a tray a food sat on the side table next to him. He sat panting trying to come to terms with his dream, if it indeed had really been a dream. He couldn’t shake the feeling that what he had just experienced was not a nightmare.
Legolas then came bursting through his door in a panic, his sleep pants barely tied and the elf hadn’t even bothered to put on a shirt when he had come running. He ran to Las’ side and scooped the little elf into his arms. Las gladly accepted the embrace holding onto Legolas tightly and sobbing his fears into the elf’s chest.
Legolas cooed to him softly and stroked his hair, picking him up gently and moving to the bed so they could be more comfortable. He held Las till it was nearly dawn, quietly comforting the distraught elf while he cried, rocking him gently back and forth. The twins had come in soon after Legolas had, having also heard the scream and been jumped over in Legolas’ haste to get to Las. They had stoked the fire back up and taken the uneaten food from the room, leaving the two elves alone, they had left going back to their rooms for a few more hours of sleep, though they were too worried about Las to find any more rest.
Las sobs quieted and he only sniffled and hiccupped occasionally. Legolas pulled his chin up to look into Las’ eyes.
“Will you tell me about your dream?” Legolas asked, he sincerely hoped that Las would open up just enough so that he might be able to ease the little elf’s troubled heart.
Las shook his head, and shivered recalling the dream in his head. No he couldn’t tell him about the dream he was too terrified to speak it out loud, but what if it hadn’t been a dream? What if Salvatore did indeed intend to bring him back to his birth world? What could the evil Emperor possibly want with him? And what would it mean if the man found a way to this world? Was it even possible? He wasn’t even sure about how he got here. There were so many questions swimming in his mind, he felt ready to burst. Maybe it couldn’t hurt to share his nightmare with Legolas, he trusted him more than anyone else besides the twins. The elf had never hurt him had always been kind to him, and perhaps the older elf could figure out the dream he had. See things in it that he did not.
He looked into his friends sapphire eyes and nodded, he would try to tell his friend about his nightmare. His only fear was that Legolas might confirm that it wasn’t a nightmare, but then Legolas might not know anymore than he did. He would have to try though, because if it wasn’t a dream then they all had something to fear.
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TBC…
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Some translations for you guys-
Pen-neth: young one
Meleth: love
More chapters after the weekend!