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Adult ++
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Chapter 7
Title: Runes of Love 7/?
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.tolkeins_naughty_elves@yahoogroups.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Haldir is given the chance to turn his life around, but when he chooses to follow his dreams, he leaves behind someone he loves.
Chapter 7
Thranduil paced nervously the room nervously. “I *am* a fool. It was not my place to ask him who he slept with while we were apart.
Galadriel nodded softly in agreement.
“Nevertheless, he should not have lied to me,” Thranduil said, indisputably. “I would not have become angry if he had told me the truth.”
The Lady sighed. “He lied because he was afraid, Thranduil.”
“Of what? Of ME?” Thranduil asked in disbelief, fingers pointing at his own chest. “I would never harm him, surely he knows that.”
“He was afraid he would lose you, if he told the truth.”
Thranduil’s arms dropped to his sides and he plopped back down in his chair, defeated.
Galadriel took Thranduil’s hand in hers, squeezing it lightly with long fingers. “You and Haldir’s love is true and strong, and it runs deep. Such love is not meant to be rushed. Both of you have seen much hardship. Although he is not even a century old, he has suffered more heartache than Elves many times his age. Most would not have been able to endure what he has endured.”
Tears flooded Thranduil’s eyes as he remembered how Haldir had been treated at his court. He pushed back thoughts of what Elúvir had witnessed at the inn where Haldir used to work. The prince was so distraught with what he had seen that he brought the poor Elf home. “His strength amazes me,” he admitted at last.
“He is not ready to love you, Thranduil. Nor are you ready to love him. Before you are able offer your hearts freely to one another, you must first allow them to heal. To force this love to early on may be to destroy it completely.”
“I have been *healing* for over a century now!” Thranduil snapped. “How much longer can it continue? And Haldir… he will not heal alone. He needs to be loved for once in his life.”
“No,” Galadriel disagreed. You have simply built a wall around your heart and not let anyone in for the past century. It has not healed at all. You may think that you have taken that wall down, that you are ready to love now—but you are not.”
“And Haldir—he is a troubled young, Elf. He needs love, yes. But he also feels the need to be touched and used. He does not yet understand the difference between being loved and used in its entirety. To him it is almost one and the same. By loving him, you will not make him see that difference; he will only become more confused.”
Thranduil sighed. “So what do you propose, Milady?”
“Let Haldir stay with us for a while, along with his brothers. Being away from you, and his past, may be just what he needs right now. When he has healed, he will come back to you. In the meantime, you will have time to come to terms with your own feelings—to look inside yourself and face your fears.”
“And if he decides not to come back to me?” Thranduil asked, in hopes of hearing that Haldir *would* come back, that they were meant to be together.
“That choice is his alone,” she replied. Thranduil decided he should have known better than to expect Galadriel to give a direct answer, even if she knew it and it meant that it would be much easier for him to wait if he knew Haldir would one day come back. She smiled, seeing how sad he looked and said, “On a lighter note, Haldir has shown much improvement since yesterday.” The Lady noticed how Thranduil’s eyes lit up upon hearing the good news. “He has asked about you.”
“May I see him, before I depart?” the King asked, his voice full of hope. He had not seen Haldir since they had handed him over to the healers upon arrival, and he was due to leave in the morning.
“Aye,” Galadriel told him. “But make no mention of the conversation we just had, the emotional impact the news would have on him would slow the healing process. If he asks, tell him he will be allowed to return home once he has fully healed—that choice will be open to him as well.”
“Thank you so much, Milday,” the king said, standing up to give her a warm hug, “for everything.”
“’Tis always a pleasure to offer guidance to lost souls,” she said with a smile. They laughed together, and Thranduil rushed off to pay his beloved a visit.
*
When he entered Haldir’s healing room, Thranduil found him lying in bed, propped up against a wall of pillows and reading a book. Though he was still extremely pale and his cheeks lacked their usually rosy color, his skin had taken on a more healthy glow.
“My Lord!” Haldir gasped in surprise, closing the book.
Thranduil sat down on the edge of Haldir’s bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Haldir said with a smile, though Thranduil could see the discomfort even the slightest movement caused the young Elf. “Are you leaving?” Haldir asked, worry marring his face.
“Aye, I must,” the King sadly admitted.
“I fear I am not well enough to make the journey yet,” said Haldir.
Thranduil let his fingers brush gently against Haldir’s, and the guardian turned his hand so that his palm was upwards, and allowed their finger’s to entwine. “You should stay until you are fully recovered, melethen.”
Haldir’s eyes twinkled like sapphires when Thranduil called him ‘melethen.’ He had feared that the king would not want him after what happened on the way to the Golden Wood. “I am sorry for lying to you, my Lord.”
Thranduil shook his head. “It is I who should be sorry. ‘Twas wrong of me to become so angry, and it was not a proper question to ask in the first place.”
“I see you have talked to the Lady Galadriel,” Haldir smiled.
“Aye. Have you?” Thranduil asked out of curiosity.
“Nay, but I have heard she is very wise.”
“That she is,” the king admitted. Looking at Haldir, he noticed signs of weariness upon the young Elf’s face, though Haldir tried to hide it.
“You are tired; I will leave you to rest.” Thranduil leaned over and let his lips brush Haldir’s. When the guardian opened his mouth, he slipped his tongue in, meeting his lover’s in an emotional farewell.
“We will see each other again before long,” Thranduil promised, though he felt that it would be a long time before he saw Haldir again. But the king would not be the one to break the promise. “Melin chen.”
“I love you too.”
*
“Good evening,” Haldir said, bowing respectfully to the Lord and Lady.
“Good evening to you as well, Haldir,” Celeborn returned the greeting. “What brings you before us?”
Haldir stood straight and proud, as was the way of a warrior. “I wished to thank you for your kindness, for letting me stay in your enchanting realm while I healed.”
Galadriel smiled warmly. “We are glad to have you among us, Haldir.”
“Thank you, Milady. But now that I am well, I must return to Mirkwood and the king’s service. I would like to leave early in the morning, if possible.”
Galadriel and Celeborn exchanged looks. The Lady spoke first, turning to Haldir. “We know you are anxious to return to your home, and the ones you love, but we think it is best if you stay in Lothlorien a little while longer.”
“How much longer?” Haldir asked worried.
“The choice of whether to stay and how long is yours,” Galadriel assured him, “but I would like for you to listen to what I have to say and give it some serious thought.”
Haldir gave a nod, indicating that she should continue.
“I know your past,” Galadriel began, “I have seen it in the mirror.” Haldir’s gaze dropped to the ground in an instant. “There is no need to be ashamed,” she assured him, “you did what you had to, out of love for your brothers.”
Haldir relaxed slightly.
“While it is true that you have healed physically, I think you will agree when I say that the wounds of your past still haunt you.” She looked at Haldir expectantly.
“Aye,” he whispered.
“If you ever want to be truly happy, and able to love another with all your heart, you will need to allow all of those wounds to heal. That would be hard to do when everything around you reminds you of your dark past, and with *him* so close… therefore, we have agreed to allow you to stay here, in ‘Lorien, for as long as you need. In return, we ask only that you help guard the borders of our Golden Wood.”
Haldir stood silently as he allowed the information to sink in. “I cannot desert my brothers,” he finally said.
“Your brothers have already agreed to come live with you, should you choose to stay,” Celeborn told him.
“…and…” Haldir tried to think of the appropriate words to ask about Thranduil.
“I have spoken with Thranduil about this. He has agreed that it is the best thing for you, and you will be welcome to return to Mirkwood whenever you please.”
There was a long pause. “May I think it over?” Haldir asked, even though he was sure he would not be able to be so far away from Thranduil for any extended amount of time. “I will tell you my decision tomorrow.”
“Take as long as you need, Haldir,” Galadriel said, “’tis not a decision to be made lightly.”
“Thank you,” Haldir said with a bow. Then he turned on his heals and was gone.
Tbc…..
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.tolkeins_naughty_elves@yahoogroups.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Haldir is given the chance to turn his life around, but when he chooses to follow his dreams, he leaves behind someone he loves.
Chapter 7
Thranduil paced nervously the room nervously. “I *am* a fool. It was not my place to ask him who he slept with while we were apart.
Galadriel nodded softly in agreement.
“Nevertheless, he should not have lied to me,” Thranduil said, indisputably. “I would not have become angry if he had told me the truth.”
The Lady sighed. “He lied because he was afraid, Thranduil.”
“Of what? Of ME?” Thranduil asked in disbelief, fingers pointing at his own chest. “I would never harm him, surely he knows that.”
“He was afraid he would lose you, if he told the truth.”
Thranduil’s arms dropped to his sides and he plopped back down in his chair, defeated.
Galadriel took Thranduil’s hand in hers, squeezing it lightly with long fingers. “You and Haldir’s love is true and strong, and it runs deep. Such love is not meant to be rushed. Both of you have seen much hardship. Although he is not even a century old, he has suffered more heartache than Elves many times his age. Most would not have been able to endure what he has endured.”
Tears flooded Thranduil’s eyes as he remembered how Haldir had been treated at his court. He pushed back thoughts of what Elúvir had witnessed at the inn where Haldir used to work. The prince was so distraught with what he had seen that he brought the poor Elf home. “His strength amazes me,” he admitted at last.
“He is not ready to love you, Thranduil. Nor are you ready to love him. Before you are able offer your hearts freely to one another, you must first allow them to heal. To force this love to early on may be to destroy it completely.”
“I have been *healing* for over a century now!” Thranduil snapped. “How much longer can it continue? And Haldir… he will not heal alone. He needs to be loved for once in his life.”
“No,” Galadriel disagreed. You have simply built a wall around your heart and not let anyone in for the past century. It has not healed at all. You may think that you have taken that wall down, that you are ready to love now—but you are not.”
“And Haldir—he is a troubled young, Elf. He needs love, yes. But he also feels the need to be touched and used. He does not yet understand the difference between being loved and used in its entirety. To him it is almost one and the same. By loving him, you will not make him see that difference; he will only become more confused.”
Thranduil sighed. “So what do you propose, Milady?”
“Let Haldir stay with us for a while, along with his brothers. Being away from you, and his past, may be just what he needs right now. When he has healed, he will come back to you. In the meantime, you will have time to come to terms with your own feelings—to look inside yourself and face your fears.”
“And if he decides not to come back to me?” Thranduil asked, in hopes of hearing that Haldir *would* come back, that they were meant to be together.
“That choice is his alone,” she replied. Thranduil decided he should have known better than to expect Galadriel to give a direct answer, even if she knew it and it meant that it would be much easier for him to wait if he knew Haldir would one day come back. She smiled, seeing how sad he looked and said, “On a lighter note, Haldir has shown much improvement since yesterday.” The Lady noticed how Thranduil’s eyes lit up upon hearing the good news. “He has asked about you.”
“May I see him, before I depart?” the King asked, his voice full of hope. He had not seen Haldir since they had handed him over to the healers upon arrival, and he was due to leave in the morning.
“Aye,” Galadriel told him. “But make no mention of the conversation we just had, the emotional impact the news would have on him would slow the healing process. If he asks, tell him he will be allowed to return home once he has fully healed—that choice will be open to him as well.”
“Thank you so much, Milday,” the king said, standing up to give her a warm hug, “for everything.”
“’Tis always a pleasure to offer guidance to lost souls,” she said with a smile. They laughed together, and Thranduil rushed off to pay his beloved a visit.
*
When he entered Haldir’s healing room, Thranduil found him lying in bed, propped up against a wall of pillows and reading a book. Though he was still extremely pale and his cheeks lacked their usually rosy color, his skin had taken on a more healthy glow.
“My Lord!” Haldir gasped in surprise, closing the book.
Thranduil sat down on the edge of Haldir’s bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Haldir said with a smile, though Thranduil could see the discomfort even the slightest movement caused the young Elf. “Are you leaving?” Haldir asked, worry marring his face.
“Aye, I must,” the King sadly admitted.
“I fear I am not well enough to make the journey yet,” said Haldir.
Thranduil let his fingers brush gently against Haldir’s, and the guardian turned his hand so that his palm was upwards, and allowed their finger’s to entwine. “You should stay until you are fully recovered, melethen.”
Haldir’s eyes twinkled like sapphires when Thranduil called him ‘melethen.’ He had feared that the king would not want him after what happened on the way to the Golden Wood. “I am sorry for lying to you, my Lord.”
Thranduil shook his head. “It is I who should be sorry. ‘Twas wrong of me to become so angry, and it was not a proper question to ask in the first place.”
“I see you have talked to the Lady Galadriel,” Haldir smiled.
“Aye. Have you?” Thranduil asked out of curiosity.
“Nay, but I have heard she is very wise.”
“That she is,” the king admitted. Looking at Haldir, he noticed signs of weariness upon the young Elf’s face, though Haldir tried to hide it.
“You are tired; I will leave you to rest.” Thranduil leaned over and let his lips brush Haldir’s. When the guardian opened his mouth, he slipped his tongue in, meeting his lover’s in an emotional farewell.
“We will see each other again before long,” Thranduil promised, though he felt that it would be a long time before he saw Haldir again. But the king would not be the one to break the promise. “Melin chen.”
“I love you too.”
*
“Good evening,” Haldir said, bowing respectfully to the Lord and Lady.
“Good evening to you as well, Haldir,” Celeborn returned the greeting. “What brings you before us?”
Haldir stood straight and proud, as was the way of a warrior. “I wished to thank you for your kindness, for letting me stay in your enchanting realm while I healed.”
Galadriel smiled warmly. “We are glad to have you among us, Haldir.”
“Thank you, Milady. But now that I am well, I must return to Mirkwood and the king’s service. I would like to leave early in the morning, if possible.”
Galadriel and Celeborn exchanged looks. The Lady spoke first, turning to Haldir. “We know you are anxious to return to your home, and the ones you love, but we think it is best if you stay in Lothlorien a little while longer.”
“How much longer?” Haldir asked worried.
“The choice of whether to stay and how long is yours,” Galadriel assured him, “but I would like for you to listen to what I have to say and give it some serious thought.”
Haldir gave a nod, indicating that she should continue.
“I know your past,” Galadriel began, “I have seen it in the mirror.” Haldir’s gaze dropped to the ground in an instant. “There is no need to be ashamed,” she assured him, “you did what you had to, out of love for your brothers.”
Haldir relaxed slightly.
“While it is true that you have healed physically, I think you will agree when I say that the wounds of your past still haunt you.” She looked at Haldir expectantly.
“Aye,” he whispered.
“If you ever want to be truly happy, and able to love another with all your heart, you will need to allow all of those wounds to heal. That would be hard to do when everything around you reminds you of your dark past, and with *him* so close… therefore, we have agreed to allow you to stay here, in ‘Lorien, for as long as you need. In return, we ask only that you help guard the borders of our Golden Wood.”
Haldir stood silently as he allowed the information to sink in. “I cannot desert my brothers,” he finally said.
“Your brothers have already agreed to come live with you, should you choose to stay,” Celeborn told him.
“…and…” Haldir tried to think of the appropriate words to ask about Thranduil.
“I have spoken with Thranduil about this. He has agreed that it is the best thing for you, and you will be welcome to return to Mirkwood whenever you please.”
There was a long pause. “May I think it over?” Haldir asked, even though he was sure he would not be able to be so far away from Thranduil for any extended amount of time. “I will tell you my decision tomorrow.”
“Take as long as you need, Haldir,” Galadriel said, “’tis not a decision to be made lightly.”
“Thank you,” Haldir said with a bow. Then he turned on his heals and was gone.
Tbc…..