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Chapter 7
Title: Finish It (Chapter 7/10)
Author: Meleth (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Cast or Pairing: Elladan, Elrohir, Elrond, Celebrian, Thranduil, Others.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it.
Timeline: Third Age
Warning: AU, Character Death
Beta: The amazing Jade. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
A/N: //Denotes flashback//
Summary: A prince dies and another’s feelings are realized.
Chapter Seven
Celebrian walked into her son’s room carrying a tray of breakfast foods, praying that Elladan would eat just a few bites. He hardly looked like the elf warrior he was, he had lost weight and his skin no longer had a glow. The eyes that used to light up a room were dull and filled with sadness. The eldest son of Elrond was fading and nothing could be done to help him.
Elrohir, who barely left his twin’s side, stood and met his mother, relieving her of the tray. “He is sleeping, nana, it was a rough night, I think he had another dream. He only calmed enough to sleep when I crawled into his bed and held him.”
“Go eat and get some rest, my elf knight, I will stay with him,” Celebrian said, kissing his cheek. “Set the tray by his bed.”
She watched as her youngest son did as he was told. Would they lose him as well? The thought almost brought her to tears and she hugged him close when he kissed her brow before leaving.
The lady of Imladris composed herself as she walked over to Elladan’s bed and sat on the edge. She moved some hair out of his face and caressed his cheek gently. How many times had she done so when he was younger, she wondered. How many more times would the Valar grant her this pleasure? As a mother, she would stand before them and beg for his life, beg them to take her own in his stead.
Elladan stirred and drew her from her thoughts. His eyes met hers and she gave him a smile. “I have brought some breakfast to share,” she said, trying to be as cheerful as she could. “Would you like to eat on the balcony this morning, the weather is perfect.”
“I would like that,” he replied, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
“Good, go wash up and I will have you something to wear when you return,” she told him, patting his shoulder.
Once Elladan was in the bathing chamber he leaned against the door and slid to the floor. He was so tired, tired of pretending he felt better than he did, but he couldn’t stand to see the heartbreak in their eyes when he was himself. All he wanted to do was die and be with Legolas. His hand reached for the pendant hanging from the necklace and he squeezed it in his hand. When he did that he could almost feel his prince there, with him.
// ”My ada is a lord,” he said to the elfling he had just met.
“So, my ada is a king,” the blond elfling replied.
“We live in the Last Homely House,” Elladan said, pointing to their home.
“We live in a palace,” the other said, not impressed.
“Oh yeah, well, we have the best swordsmen.” He puffed out his chest, daring the other to top that.
“We have the best archers,” Legolas said, responding to the dare.
“Better than the ones in Lothlorien,” Elladan asked, not believing it possible.
“Better than anywhere,” the prince answered.
Elladan frowned, he couldn’t think of anything to answer that boast at the moment, but then he saw his brother walking towards them. “So, there are two of me,” he said, pointing to his brother.
“How did that happen,” Legolas asked in awe.
“I don’t know, but there he is, only his name is Elrohir. Do you want to go play in the mud by the river?”
“Okay, but don’t eat it, it will make your stomach hurt,” he said, offering his sage advice.
“I know,” Elladan replied, grinning. “I made Elrohir eat some a long time ago.”
His new friend laughed. “I wish there were two of me!” //
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrond looked up from his correspondence when he heard his office door open. He smiled as he saw Thranduil enter.
“Is this a bad time,” the king asked. “I was hoping to talk with you this morning.“
“No, you are fine, come in and have a seat.” Elrond came from around his desk and sat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.
“I find I am sleeping better and for longer periods, I have you to thank for that,” he said, settling in the chair.
“Grieving is a difficult process, mellonen, but you have made considerable progress,” the healer told him. “You are eating and spending more time out of your room. It is good for you not to be locked away. You need the sunshine and other elves around you.”
Thranduil frowned. “That is the hardest part, spending time with others. I have never been one for spending too much time with elves other than my family and trusted friends. My children are very social and will sometimes talk my ear off, so like their mother. I thought my heart was breaking when I lost her and it was, she was my one, Elrond, but loosing a child was even more devastating.”
“It is hard for elves to deal with death because we are not meant to die,” he replied. “Our lives are eternal and when something happens to end the life of one of our kin, we find it hard to cope.”
“I didn’t want to cope,” the king admitted. “I wanted my son back, I still want him back.”
“Legolas would not want you to be so tormented by his death,” Elrond said, hoping Thranduil would speak his name. “He would want you to go on and fulfill you part in our world.”
“Legolas,” Thranduil asked, looking at his friend, tears welling in his eyes. “Legolas is not dead.”
TBC
Author: Meleth (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Cast or Pairing: Elladan, Elrohir, Elrond, Celebrian, Thranduil, Others.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it.
Timeline: Third Age
Warning: AU, Character Death
Beta: The amazing Jade. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
A/N: //Denotes flashback//
Summary: A prince dies and another’s feelings are realized.
Chapter Seven
Celebrian walked into her son’s room carrying a tray of breakfast foods, praying that Elladan would eat just a few bites. He hardly looked like the elf warrior he was, he had lost weight and his skin no longer had a glow. The eyes that used to light up a room were dull and filled with sadness. The eldest son of Elrond was fading and nothing could be done to help him.
Elrohir, who barely left his twin’s side, stood and met his mother, relieving her of the tray. “He is sleeping, nana, it was a rough night, I think he had another dream. He only calmed enough to sleep when I crawled into his bed and held him.”
“Go eat and get some rest, my elf knight, I will stay with him,” Celebrian said, kissing his cheek. “Set the tray by his bed.”
She watched as her youngest son did as he was told. Would they lose him as well? The thought almost brought her to tears and she hugged him close when he kissed her brow before leaving.
The lady of Imladris composed herself as she walked over to Elladan’s bed and sat on the edge. She moved some hair out of his face and caressed his cheek gently. How many times had she done so when he was younger, she wondered. How many more times would the Valar grant her this pleasure? As a mother, she would stand before them and beg for his life, beg them to take her own in his stead.
Elladan stirred and drew her from her thoughts. His eyes met hers and she gave him a smile. “I have brought some breakfast to share,” she said, trying to be as cheerful as she could. “Would you like to eat on the balcony this morning, the weather is perfect.”
“I would like that,” he replied, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
“Good, go wash up and I will have you something to wear when you return,” she told him, patting his shoulder.
Once Elladan was in the bathing chamber he leaned against the door and slid to the floor. He was so tired, tired of pretending he felt better than he did, but he couldn’t stand to see the heartbreak in their eyes when he was himself. All he wanted to do was die and be with Legolas. His hand reached for the pendant hanging from the necklace and he squeezed it in his hand. When he did that he could almost feel his prince there, with him.
// ”My ada is a lord,” he said to the elfling he had just met.
“So, my ada is a king,” the blond elfling replied.
“We live in the Last Homely House,” Elladan said, pointing to their home.
“We live in a palace,” the other said, not impressed.
“Oh yeah, well, we have the best swordsmen.” He puffed out his chest, daring the other to top that.
“We have the best archers,” Legolas said, responding to the dare.
“Better than the ones in Lothlorien,” Elladan asked, not believing it possible.
“Better than anywhere,” the prince answered.
Elladan frowned, he couldn’t think of anything to answer that boast at the moment, but then he saw his brother walking towards them. “So, there are two of me,” he said, pointing to his brother.
“How did that happen,” Legolas asked in awe.
“I don’t know, but there he is, only his name is Elrohir. Do you want to go play in the mud by the river?”
“Okay, but don’t eat it, it will make your stomach hurt,” he said, offering his sage advice.
“I know,” Elladan replied, grinning. “I made Elrohir eat some a long time ago.”
His new friend laughed. “I wish there were two of me!” //
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrond looked up from his correspondence when he heard his office door open. He smiled as he saw Thranduil enter.
“Is this a bad time,” the king asked. “I was hoping to talk with you this morning.“
“No, you are fine, come in and have a seat.” Elrond came from around his desk and sat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.
“I find I am sleeping better and for longer periods, I have you to thank for that,” he said, settling in the chair.
“Grieving is a difficult process, mellonen, but you have made considerable progress,” the healer told him. “You are eating and spending more time out of your room. It is good for you not to be locked away. You need the sunshine and other elves around you.”
Thranduil frowned. “That is the hardest part, spending time with others. I have never been one for spending too much time with elves other than my family and trusted friends. My children are very social and will sometimes talk my ear off, so like their mother. I thought my heart was breaking when I lost her and it was, she was my one, Elrond, but loosing a child was even more devastating.”
“It is hard for elves to deal with death because we are not meant to die,” he replied. “Our lives are eternal and when something happens to end the life of one of our kin, we find it hard to cope.”
“I didn’t want to cope,” the king admitted. “I wanted my son back, I still want him back.”
“Legolas would not want you to be so tormented by his death,” Elrond said, hoping Thranduil would speak his name. “He would want you to go on and fulfill you part in our world.”
“Legolas,” Thranduil asked, looking at his friend, tears welling in his eyes. “Legolas is not dead.”
TBC