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Chapter 11
Title: Abandoned chapter 11/11
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lindir/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/???
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They all belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Krit, Tuxedo Elf (chapter 10), and Wilderness Child (chapter 11)
Notes: This was written for Lyric of Lorien as part of the Secret Friend Project for the Lindir yahoo group. She had requested a pairing of Lindir/Elrond with no shy Lindir and no fluff. It grew from therSummSummary: Lindir is found abandoned by his parents and it affects his life forever changed
A/N: The beaver dream was inspired by Darkladyd and Melyanna in one of our RPGs. I must pay homage to the strange way our minds work in the wee hours of the morning. Also, the characters of Carthôlion and Lairewen are owned by Tuxedo Elf and are used with her permission. Love you guys, bunches. Enjoy!
Abandoned Chapter 11
The whimpers emitting from Lindir and the sobs wracking Carthôlion's frame were the only sounds to break the silence that had fallen over the group. "Elrond?" The quiet whisper came from Lindir. Lindir held his arms out to his love, requesting comfort and security.
Elrond took Lindir into his arms, holding him tightly and kissing him desperately. Carthôlion watched his son turn to Elrond and felt a pang, realizing that they were lovers and this pained him for Elrond would never be able to truly belong to his son. Elrond was bound to Celebrian! He was worried for his son. But he also knew that he did not truly have the right anymore to tear them apart, yet it did not stop his heart for hurting for his son. "Milord, may we go somewhere more private that we may speak in private? I do not feel this location is the proper place for this discussion." Reaching for his crutch, he struggled to his feet with the assistance of Elrohir.
"My study." Elrond said, rising, Lindir still held tight in his arms. He led the way to his private office, not putting the one that held his heart down. Lindir, realizing Elrond's need, opened the door allowing them to entrance into the quiet office. Elrond settled onto the chair behind his desk, Lindir held firmly in his lap, his arms tight around the still trembling elf. Glorfindel had followed carrying Lairewen, Lindir's mother and settled her on the couch gently. Carthôlion, seated himself at his wife's side, gently stroking her hair. Erestor settled into one of the armchairs by the fireplace and pulled Glorfindel down into his lap, holding him close. Elrohir, just about to enter, heard a cry and turned.
"DADDY!" the elfling cried as she flung herself into his arms, crying into his shoulder.
"Shh, what is wrong, little one?" Elrohir looked up at his wife, sharing the same flaming red tresses as his daughter and smiled.
"I's gots a tummy ache." The elfling sobbed, holding tightly to her father. Elrohir turned and wrapped an arm around his wife's waist and lead them to the healing halls to find comfort for his family, a smile of contentment on his face.
Silence reigned in the study. Erestor and Glorfindel sat, awaiting what was to come silently; knowing their presence was needed, yet knowing they held no part in what was to unfold. Elrond held a trembling Lindir, stroking his hair to comfort the elf that clung to him. Carthôlion was trying to get his emotions under control so he could speak. But Lairewen awaking and crying out for Lindir, shattered the silence. Lindir went rigid in Elrond's embrace then he rose, pacing the room nervously. "You left me!" he accused his parents. "I awoke in the morning and you were gone! You left me!" His mind was a jumble of emotions and thoughts and nothing was clear to him.
Carthôlion wanted to go to his son. He wanted to hold him in his arms. But he knew this was not the time, as least not yet. Holding his sobbing wife close, he cleared his throat. "What exactly do you remember of that time, Lindir?" His face was pinched white with pain, both physical and emotional as memories swamped him.
Lindir turned on him. "I awoke to an empty camp with nothing but the blankets I was using, a knife and full canteen of water. You left me to die! Why?" Lindir flew at his father, beating on his chest, fresh sobs wracking his frame.
Carthôlion let Lindir vent, wrapping his son in a tight embrace. "Are you ready to hear what happened that night?" he asked, unsure of the emotional state his son was in, but needing to get everything out in the open. Feeling Lindir nod against his chest, he pulled his son into his lap, gritting his teeth at the pain in his leg until he had Lindir settled comfortably. "What you did not know was that a large party of orcs approached our camp after you were asleep. Your mother and I left you to lead them away from you. We left you to save your life. I fought them as best I could, but a group from Imladris came upon them and defeated them. We returned to look for you, but you were gone. Gone, Lindir. We searched for you for three months, grief eating at us that we had not saved you by our actions but condemned you to die at the hands of those creatures. After three months, your mother gave up hope. Since that night, she has not spoken nor sung. We could not face Mirkwood, where we had hoped to be happy. Instead, we went to ‘Lorien. There, your motwithwithdrew into herself and I feared I would lose her as well. Today is the first time she has spoken since our nightmare begun." Carthôlion had to stop. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and he was choking on the emotion of actually facing the feelings of grief and loss once more.
Lindir, clinging tightly to the father he never thought to see again, whispered, "I did not know." There was wonder, grief and anguish in his words. The centuries of being alone, being afraid, feeling unloved melted away as he felt his father's pain. "I love you, daddy," he whispered, snuggling close. His hand crept out to touch his mother's hair, the mother that had taught him to sing, to float among the stars as the emotion of the music overtook him. He had not realized how much he had missed them. The anger had overshadowed the loss. Slipping from his father's arms, he curled up between both of his parents basking in the renewed sense of love. "I mis missed you both so very much," he whispered, leaning into his father and pulling his mother against him.
Erestor nudged Glorfindel, who rose from his lap and the two silently left the study, closing the door behind them. Erestor pulled Glorfindel into his arms and buried his face in his husband's chest, weeping. Glorfindel just held his husband, offering his support and shedding his own tears for the family inside. "Come, let us go back to our rooms. It would seem that I have nothing to do today, since our visitors changed our plans and I feel that your presence will not be missed for several more hours." Glorfindel wrapped an arm around Erestor's waist then changed his mind, sweeping his husband into his arms and swiftly carrying him to their bom tom to finish what they had begun that morning. The only difference being that now, instead of the intense inferno that usually raged between them, they worshipped each other slowly, reaffirming their love and their bond. "I love you, my dark beloved. Never leave me."
Elrond sat transfixed at his desk. He could not move. He could not utter a sound. He watched the family feeling lonelier than he ever could have imagined. He had not felt this much pain and despair when Celebrian had sailed. Maybe it was because he had not felt this deep emotion for her. She had been his wife, yes, but he had never loved her. But when Lindir held a hand out to him, calling his name in a quiet voice, Elrond's heart leapt from his chest. His feet flew across the room and to his wonder, he was accepted into the reunited family. His heart had finally found a home and it's keeper was a poor abandoned elfling named Lindir.
THE END
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lindir/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/???
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They all belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Krit, Tuxedo Elf (chapter 10), and Wilderness Child (chapter 11)
Notes: This was written for Lyric of Lorien as part of the Secret Friend Project for the Lindir yahoo group. She had requested a pairing of Lindir/Elrond with no shy Lindir and no fluff. It grew from therSummSummary: Lindir is found abandoned by his parents and it affects his life forever changed
A/N: The beaver dream was inspired by Darkladyd and Melyanna in one of our RPGs. I must pay homage to the strange way our minds work in the wee hours of the morning. Also, the characters of Carthôlion and Lairewen are owned by Tuxedo Elf and are used with her permission. Love you guys, bunches. Enjoy!
Abandoned Chapter 11
The whimpers emitting from Lindir and the sobs wracking Carthôlion's frame were the only sounds to break the silence that had fallen over the group. "Elrond?" The quiet whisper came from Lindir. Lindir held his arms out to his love, requesting comfort and security.
Elrond took Lindir into his arms, holding him tightly and kissing him desperately. Carthôlion watched his son turn to Elrond and felt a pang, realizing that they were lovers and this pained him for Elrond would never be able to truly belong to his son. Elrond was bound to Celebrian! He was worried for his son. But he also knew that he did not truly have the right anymore to tear them apart, yet it did not stop his heart for hurting for his son. "Milord, may we go somewhere more private that we may speak in private? I do not feel this location is the proper place for this discussion." Reaching for his crutch, he struggled to his feet with the assistance of Elrohir.
"My study." Elrond said, rising, Lindir still held tight in his arms. He led the way to his private office, not putting the one that held his heart down. Lindir, realizing Elrond's need, opened the door allowing them to entrance into the quiet office. Elrond settled onto the chair behind his desk, Lindir held firmly in his lap, his arms tight around the still trembling elf. Glorfindel had followed carrying Lairewen, Lindir's mother and settled her on the couch gently. Carthôlion, seated himself at his wife's side, gently stroking her hair. Erestor settled into one of the armchairs by the fireplace and pulled Glorfindel down into his lap, holding him close. Elrohir, just about to enter, heard a cry and turned.
"DADDY!" the elfling cried as she flung herself into his arms, crying into his shoulder.
"Shh, what is wrong, little one?" Elrohir looked up at his wife, sharing the same flaming red tresses as his daughter and smiled.
"I's gots a tummy ache." The elfling sobbed, holding tightly to her father. Elrohir turned and wrapped an arm around his wife's waist and lead them to the healing halls to find comfort for his family, a smile of contentment on his face.
Silence reigned in the study. Erestor and Glorfindel sat, awaiting what was to come silently; knowing their presence was needed, yet knowing they held no part in what was to unfold. Elrond held a trembling Lindir, stroking his hair to comfort the elf that clung to him. Carthôlion was trying to get his emotions under control so he could speak. But Lairewen awaking and crying out for Lindir, shattered the silence. Lindir went rigid in Elrond's embrace then he rose, pacing the room nervously. "You left me!" he accused his parents. "I awoke in the morning and you were gone! You left me!" His mind was a jumble of emotions and thoughts and nothing was clear to him.
Carthôlion wanted to go to his son. He wanted to hold him in his arms. But he knew this was not the time, as least not yet. Holding his sobbing wife close, he cleared his throat. "What exactly do you remember of that time, Lindir?" His face was pinched white with pain, both physical and emotional as memories swamped him.
Lindir turned on him. "I awoke to an empty camp with nothing but the blankets I was using, a knife and full canteen of water. You left me to die! Why?" Lindir flew at his father, beating on his chest, fresh sobs wracking his frame.
Carthôlion let Lindir vent, wrapping his son in a tight embrace. "Are you ready to hear what happened that night?" he asked, unsure of the emotional state his son was in, but needing to get everything out in the open. Feeling Lindir nod against his chest, he pulled his son into his lap, gritting his teeth at the pain in his leg until he had Lindir settled comfortably. "What you did not know was that a large party of orcs approached our camp after you were asleep. Your mother and I left you to lead them away from you. We left you to save your life. I fought them as best I could, but a group from Imladris came upon them and defeated them. We returned to look for you, but you were gone. Gone, Lindir. We searched for you for three months, grief eating at us that we had not saved you by our actions but condemned you to die at the hands of those creatures. After three months, your mother gave up hope. Since that night, she has not spoken nor sung. We could not face Mirkwood, where we had hoped to be happy. Instead, we went to ‘Lorien. There, your motwithwithdrew into herself and I feared I would lose her as well. Today is the first time she has spoken since our nightmare begun." Carthôlion had to stop. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and he was choking on the emotion of actually facing the feelings of grief and loss once more.
Lindir, clinging tightly to the father he never thought to see again, whispered, "I did not know." There was wonder, grief and anguish in his words. The centuries of being alone, being afraid, feeling unloved melted away as he felt his father's pain. "I love you, daddy," he whispered, snuggling close. His hand crept out to touch his mother's hair, the mother that had taught him to sing, to float among the stars as the emotion of the music overtook him. He had not realized how much he had missed them. The anger had overshadowed the loss. Slipping from his father's arms, he curled up between both of his parents basking in the renewed sense of love. "I mis missed you both so very much," he whispered, leaning into his father and pulling his mother against him.
Erestor nudged Glorfindel, who rose from his lap and the two silently left the study, closing the door behind them. Erestor pulled Glorfindel into his arms and buried his face in his husband's chest, weeping. Glorfindel just held his husband, offering his support and shedding his own tears for the family inside. "Come, let us go back to our rooms. It would seem that I have nothing to do today, since our visitors changed our plans and I feel that your presence will not be missed for several more hours." Glorfindel wrapped an arm around Erestor's waist then changed his mind, sweeping his husband into his arms and swiftly carrying him to their bom tom to finish what they had begun that morning. The only difference being that now, instead of the intense inferno that usually raged between them, they worshipped each other slowly, reaffirming their love and their bond. "I love you, my dark beloved. Never leave me."
Elrond sat transfixed at his desk. He could not move. He could not utter a sound. He watched the family feeling lonelier than he ever could have imagined. He had not felt this much pain and despair when Celebrian had sailed. Maybe it was because he had not felt this deep emotion for her. She had been his wife, yes, but he had never loved her. But when Lindir held a hand out to him, calling his name in a quiet voice, Elrond's heart leapt from his chest. His feet flew across the room and to his wonder, he was accepted into the reunited family. His heart had finally found a home and it's keeper was a poor abandoned elfling named Lindir.
THE END