Leaving You Behind

Title: Leaving You Behind 9
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Gilraen Aclamense
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 and Denethor too. And don’t forget Éomer and Éowyn, their presences are needed for this story.
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’ love, trust, pride and honor seemed lost forever…

Is there any hope for an ordinary life?

9.

Imladris

“Thranduil? What is he doing here?” Elrond asked with a bit of panic in his voice.

“He was the one to encourage me to return to you Adar,” Aragorn explained, “I came with him, because he knows how hard it is to lose the one that you love, us.”

“So… he came because he was worried about me?” Elrond asked, in his mind he did not know why the king would come.

“Yes he does Adar, and I hope that you could forgive me for leaving you… I was just…” Aragorn apologized but stopped as he noticed his father finger on his lips.

“I know… and I do forgive you my son.” Elrond said gently. He clasped the man by the shoulders as tears left his eyes.

~*~

Next day… in the morning…

The king was lead by Imladris’ guards to the dining room, as he walked he noticed the smiles that were placed on the elves faces, and he hoped that it was because of his and Aragorn visit.

“King Thranduil of Mirkwood!” the guard announced as the king entered the room.

All the elves bowed to the incoming king, and Thranduil could see Elrond and Aragorn staring at him with a small smile upon their faces. He smiled back.

“My lord Elrond.”

“King Thranduil.”

They said to each other and then clasped each other’s shoulders.

“It is good to see you, mellon-nin.” Thranduil said to Elrond with a smile on his face, as it had been a long time since he last saw Elrond.

“It is good to see you too, though I wish it was under different circumstances…” Elrond said to him.

“Indeed, wise words mellon-nin,” Thranduil smiled and then asked, “Are we waiting for someone or are we eating now…?”

“Mellon-nin, I seemed to forget how hungry you can become, have you not ate last night as you came?” Elrond grinned at him.

“Yes you did, and I…” Thranduil started to smirk at him but stopped his sentence before as he noticed the frown that Elrond gave him.

“What?” Aragorn asked with curiosity, hoping that Thranduil would continue his sentence.

“That I will tell you later mellon-nin,” Thranduil whispered over the man.

“No you will not…” Elrond warned his friend.

“Did you do something that I should know Adar?” Aragorn asked with joy in his voice.

“No… it is not important, ion nin.” Elrond’s smile seemed to vanish.

“If it is not, so tell him, or do you prefer that I tell him.” Thranduil teased his friend.

“No,” Elrond’s voice became harsh and he turned to look over Aragorn and said to him, “I will tell you later ion nin, now let us eat.”

Elrond walked over the dining table, and let the maiden seat him, and the others followed.

Aragorn smirked, he could not wait to hear what had happened or what Elrond was hiding from him.

~*~

Lothlórien

Elrohir walked into the room that his other half was resting in. He stared at him and smiled lightly.

“Why are you smiling gwenneth?” Elladan asked, grinning at him.

“I am glad to see you alive and well…” Elrohir answered still smiling at his twin.

“’Ro, my hand was injured, nothing more.” Elladan pointed out to his other half.

“I know, but I was… I am still worried for you…” Elrohir voice still shook with worry.

“I did not mean to scare you ‘Ro…” Elladan said softly, wishing to calm his younger twin.

“But you did.” Elrohir cried softly, as he let the hot tears fell from his eyes. He did not wish for his other half to see him crying like this. He felt like an elfling.

“Forgive me ‘Ro,” Elladan said gently. He took his younger brother in his arms and rubbed soothing circles in his back. He said soothing words to his younger brother, telling him that he was alive and well.

“I forgive you ‘Dan.” Elrohir lifted his head and stared at his twin. He let Elladan wipe his tears away.

“What are we going to do now, gwenneth?” Elladan asked him.

“I think we should head home, ‘Dan,” Elrohir answered. He could see the anger that filled his twin so he added, “You know, I looked into the mirror, and I could see how father cried upon the ashes on the ground… the ashes were us… we died…”

“You looked into the mirror?” Elladan asked in disbelief.

Elrohir nodded, and answered him, “I looked, and grandma told me that the same fog that blinded us two years ago was the same thing as father banished us.”

“What?” Elladan asked, seemingly not understanding what his twin had said.

“I looked into the mirror… ‘Dan, I saw father cry…” Elrohir answered and tears leaked from his eyes, as his mind conjured the image of his father crying on the ashes lying upon the ground.

“’Ro…” Elladan called gently to his twin.

Elrohir glanced at his other half as tears continued to fall down from his eyes, he stared and waited.

“Saes, stop crying…” Elladan said gently. He gave him one hand; hoping that the younger twin will take it for an embrace.

Elrohir almost collapsed on the bed that his twin was in, as he took the hand, and lost balance.

“Easy ‘Ro, I’m still hurt…” Elladan grinned over his other half.

Elrohir stared at his twin, and noticed the smile over ‘Dan’s face, he smiled back.

“Why did I not look into the mirror? Why you?” Elladan teased his other half.

Elrohir stared with a smile on his face, and answered, “Because you, ‘Dan, were busy, shooting the invisible and not ducking from the arrows, you got hurt, not me.”

“What are we going to do, ‘Ro?” Elladan asked his face became stoic, a sign that it was time to be serious.

“Return to Imladris?” Elrohir suggested with pleading eyes.

“But why gwenneth? He banished us!” Elladan exclaimed.

Elladan was still angry about how his father had acted; he still felt that his father hated them.

“Because ‘Dan, if you had heard me before, and listened to my words; then you would know.”

“Then repeat it, repeat your words.” Elladan asked, trying to calm himself, knowing that anger would make it worse for both of them.

“Grandma told me, that it was the same fog that blinded our father as he banished us,” Elrohir said and stared his brother, and then continued, “the same fog that attacked us two years earlier when all that mattered to us was saving Estel, so we did not check Legolas properly as we were trained to do.”

“Then, you think that we should return?” Elladan asked his twin slowly.

“I do not know… I know that we are twins, but you went out first, and you are the elder amongst us, what do you think we should do?” Elrohir asked his twin.

Elladan stared at his twin frowning, and a little smile appeared on his face.

“What?” Elrohir asked, noticed the strange look that his other half giving him.

“You left me speechless for one moment, gwenneth,” Elladan explained and then he shot back the grin that Elrohir gave him, “if you wish to go back home, then we will go, but I do want to look into the mirror too…”

“Ask grandma, maybe she will let you…” Elrohir said to his brother with huge grin. He looked insanely happy as he mumbled, “Hannon-le.”

“That I will ask before we will go head back home, gwenneth.” Elladan assured his twin.

“You do that…” Elrohir teased.

“’Ro… hannon-le.” Elladan said to his half.

“What for?” Elrohir asked, frowning at his other half.

“For being my brother,” Elladan answered, grinning at his other half showing him. His face bore a huge smile, “For being my little brother.”

“I am not little ‘Dan, you should know better than that.” Elrohir grinned at his twin.

“True, you are not, but still,” Elladan said, seemingly agreeing with Elrohir’s words, and then, “But still, gwenneth, you are my little brother.”

~*~

way through the marshes…

Éomer pulled his sword out, and continued to stare at the men.

He heard gallops of horses and shouts, but he was afraid to turn his head and to find whose shouts, because he thought that will be when the men start to attack him.

“Éomer!” he heard, but did not turn his head. His sword shining like the rays of the sun, he was ready to attack.

“Éomer… get out of the way…” Éomer could hear the harsh but soft voice of his sister.

“Éowyn? What are you doing here?” Éomer asked in disbelief.

“What do you think that I am doing here, big brother?” Éowyn smirked at her brother.

Éomer first noticed her sword as she handed it tight, and pointed over the men.

“I am here to save your life, as the other times…” Éowyn grinned at him, and dismounted from the horse.

“But why? How?” Éomer asked as he did not break connect between him and the men.

“We will deal with it later big brother, we need to save Théodred… it is Théodred, right…?” Éowyn said to him, as she walked in front of her brother and started to stroke every one of the men with the meaner eyes.

“I think… I do not know, I could not see the face… they are surrounded him all over… that I have in me some fear that he might be dead.” Éomer said in despair.

Éomer took the right side while Éowyn took the left side. Each of them knocking the men down over the swamps.

Éomer smiles as he saw how many men he threw over the swamp as he thoughts ‘at least it was not me… good work… now where is Éowyn?’

Éowyn was busy to fight the men as she found herself remembering the past…

Flashback

Éowyn was only at the age of 14 as she watched a first fight, and then King Théoden taught her how to use the sword properly.

Éomer smiled over his little sister, who now was grown as a woman, and sister to Théodred.

Éowyn had learnt to control the horse as she rode side by side to her older brother that tried to keep her safe.

They came to Théoden home after their father, Eomund, was killed while pursuing Orc raiders in the eastern marches. And their mother, Theodwyn, sickened and died soon afterwards.

Théoden was like a father to them as he tried to take care of them as he took care of his own son.

The siblings tried to keep each other safe from the threat of evil that surrounded them in every way they went.

And Éomer tried to do his best to take care his little sibling, not wanting her to get hurt, or die.

End of Flashback

Soon all the savage men fell down, and Éowyn smirked at her big brother with triumph

“We won, now let us taken the wounded figure, and get out of here soon,” Éowyn said to him, and added, “I do not wish to fight again with them.”

“I am agree, now help me to saddle him on my horse,” Éomer smiled at his sister, as they walked over the figure who lay motionless on the ground, as his own clothes seemed soaked with fresh and old blood.

Éowyn took the figure with her soft hands and could see the hands of her brother as he tried to help. Not wanting to see the figure fall on the ground while he was still wounded.

Éowyn held the figure while her brother mounted the horse, and then she helped him to saddle him in front of her brother.

Éomer waited for his sister to mount her horse too, before riding to Rohan. She mounted and then both were riding to Rohan with fierce determination hoping that it was their cousin, Théodred.

~*~

Osgiliath

Boromir stared at his sibling with wary eyes, as he remembered the time that he had hurt him because his father told him to do so…

Flashback

Boromir cursed himself for not checking the cuts and for not at least wiping the blood from it. Did he want his brother to become infected?

“Faramir, how do you feel?” Boromir asked his little brother softly.

The boy enjoyed the comfort in his big brother’s arms, keeping him safe from his father, the father that did not want him.

“Tired…” Faramir’s sleepy voice was heard, and Boromir could feel the little hands grasp him hard, afraid that Boromir would leave him.

“I will not leave you. ‘mir, sleep.” Boromir moved his hand over Faramir’s back, and held him tight as he walked fast over to the inpatient father.

Faramir could not fall asleep so easily, though after all the tears that left his eyes before, he suddenly could feel his eyes closing, and darkness soon claimed him.

As Boromir finally reached his father’s spot, he could feel the deep glare of his father gazing over the younger brother that he held in his arms.

“You should have left him there,” Denethor said to the older brother, and then he spat at the sleepy younger brother, “He is useless, leave him here.”

Boromir could feel the anger rise to his head, the veins in his head could blow when he gave the order.

“No.” Boromir glared at his father with anger in his eyes.

He held Faramir tight as he could, not wanting him to let go, after all he promised him that he would not leave him.

“Let him go! I need you, you are the good son, I can see the fire in your voice, the anger the burst from you right now,” Denethor said and reached over his eldest son shoulder and squeezed it lightly, then he added, “Me and you, we do not need someone who will be our burden, we are strong, he is weak. Leave him here!”

Boromir almost cry as he heard the words that left his father. In one moment he wished to kill his father for his words, and now, he felt that his father loved him, but where does that leave poor Faramir?

He was his brother, and he did not wish to hurt his brother, but does he have to?

“Leave him be, the world will decide if he lives or if he dies.” Denethor said to the eldest, noticing the worried glance that Boromir gave his little brother.

Boromir became more worried than he already was. He feared to leave him alone, not wanting him to die, he wanted him to live and be protected by him.

“Here, let me help you,” Denethor said to him as he released the grasp hands from Boromir’s clothes, and then when Boromir was free, he said, “Now come we need to walk faster, he slowed us already.”

Boromir stared over his father who started to walk, and then he return his glance over the five years boy that slept on the ground, not knowing what is going on around him.

“Forgive me Faramir.” He whispered as the wind blew on his face, and then he hurried over his father’s side as tears pierce from his eyes.

End of Flashback

Lárimsë stared over the human, and seemed that the patience of the elf is fading away.

“Speak now human, or I will kill one of them in front of you right now!” Lárimsë spoke at him with no mercy in his voice.

Boromir closed his eyes once, then opening them, as one thought light in his mind.

He raised his hand, ready to point over the man that he will send to kill.

Then he closed his eyes again, moving his hand left or right, and then stopped, and said with heavy heart, “Him!”

End of Chapter 9.