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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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1,200
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15
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Starry Sky
Starry Sky
Summary: Tis the Third Age, 2612, 102 years after Celebrian’s passing into the West. While fostering a year in Imladris, it has become a desire for Mirkwood’s princes and princess to visit the mellryn trees of Lothlorien. Acting as their guides, Elladan and Elrohir take their friends (and for one twin, his lover) to see the home of their mother, and to meet the Lord and Lady. While there, Elrohir becomes reacquainted with an old friend, and acknowledges buried emotions.
Setting: Lothlorien, TA 2612, late spring to early summer
Characters:
-Imladris: Elladan, ElrohirMirkMirkwood: Legolas, Arondil, Celeron, Nimriel
-Lothlorien: Orophin, Haldir, Rumil, Celeborn, Galadriel
Disclaimers: Don’t owe them (except for Arondil, Celeron and Nimriel), don’t claim to owe them (except for the aforementioned three), wish I did owe them but I’m not as brilliant as Tolkien was so I will settle for merely borrowing them for the purpose of my story.
Warning: There is some atted red rape in later chapters.
A/N: Orophin/Elrohir story, with pieces of Elladan/Legolas. This he she sequel to Soul of My Being and companion piece to In Twilight. It is my suggestion that Soul of My Being be read first, but it is not necessary; a general understanding of In Twilight is also useful, but I have tried to cover the main points in my story. I’ve tried keeping as accurate as possible with the dates provided in Tolkien’s World From A to Z: The Complete Guide to Middle-Earth by Robert Foster; if there are any miscalculations in ages, please let me know.
I have created Elladan to be the elder twin, though I don’t know which Tolkien had in mind as the eldest.
I am not fluent in Sindarian (though I hope to be some day), so I therefore accredit any Sindarian to various slash stories I have read as well as Ruth Noel’s The Languages of Tolkien’s Middle-earth and the websites Home of the Elves and The Grey Company.
/ / denotes thoughts.
~~~~~~~~~~ denotes changes in scene
Reviews, suggestions and comments are welcome. Flames will be ignored as the content of this story should be made fairly clear seeing as where I am posting this.
Chapter 1: To GoldGolden Wood
Summary: The Imladrian twins agree to guide their Mirkwood friends to the forest of their mother’s home. For Elrohir, it’s a chance to meet an old acquaintance he has not seen in some time.
“Elladan, Elrohir, what’s Lothlorien like?”
“Not this again, gwathul-nîn! You’ve asked that question so many times already! Every day, almost every hour. Can you not stop already?”
“But, Celeron! I’m curious! We’ve never been to the Golden Wood before.”
“And, at this rate, we might never.” Elladan shifted in his seat, flashing his twin a mirthful grin. It had been five months since the sons of Elrond had returned from Mirkwood after spending a foster year there in the company of King Thranduil and his family. They had brought with them the Mirkwood king’s children, who in turn would spend the next year in Imladris. Since that time, almost on a daily basis, Nimriel, the youngest of Thranduil’s children, and his only daughter, had been asking the twin’s sister, Arwen, about Lothlorien. When the Evenstar had returned two months previous to pay the Golden Wood another visit, the young princess had turned to the twins for answers to her questions, much to her brothers’ dismay and slight annoyance.
“Nimriel, can we not have one breakfast…nay, one meal without you hounding the twins about Lorien?“ Celeron, Thranduil’s second eldest son, asked, rolling his eyes at his bouncing little sister. He thanked the Valar Elrond and his advisors were not present to see such impoliteness, though he knew quite well the lord of Imladris would simply smile in bemusement and allow the siblings to bicker without uttering a word. “They barely have time to breathe between your questions much less eat. By Elbereth, I don‘t see why they aren‘t just skin and bones by now!”
“But I’m curious!” Arondil, the eldest, simply shook his golden head while smiling into the goblet of cider he raised to his lips; to his left, Thranduil’s third son, Legolas, propped his chin onto his hands, watching as his siblings had a verbal showdown once again. He had always found it most entertaining when they fought; often time, Legolas wondered if they would ever tire of debating, though he never tired of watching them.
“You’re always curious. All you ever do is question things and invade people‘s privacy. It’s a wonder Lord Elrond hasn’t thrown you out of his study with as many times as you have wandered in there without permission, or even knocking.”
“But, it’s fascinating in the study! He has so many scrolls and books on everything. Ada’s study isn’t so vast, I can’t find much in there.”
“That’s because Ada is not a lore master,” Arondil cut in gently. Nimriel bobbed her head in agreement.
“Exactly! All the more reason to explore Lord Elrond’s study as much as possible while we are here.”
“It’s not only his study you wander into, Nimriel. You wander everywhere! The stables, the maids’ quarters, the soldiers’ barracks, the kitchens. I am still surprised people tolerate you what with how many times you’ve interrupted things. Or do you not recall the incident just two weeks ago when you interrupted the preparations for the feast?”
“That is cruel, gwanur-nîn. You act as if I’m a bother to everyone in Imladris.”
“Maybe you are.”
“Celeron!”
“Were we not discussing Lothlorien?” Legolas’ gently asked question brought his two siblings to a screeching halt. Elrohir couldn’t contain himself and burst out laughing at the incredulous looks etched across Celeron and Nimriel’s faces as they turned to stare at their brother. The prince felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards in a bemused smirk as Arondil let out a snort, and Elladan covered a smile behind a hand. A furious blush came across the princess’ face, turning her emerald gaze to the hands she clasped on the table in front of her.
“Forgive me,” she whispered. “I did not mean to banter on so.”
“You are forgiven,” Arondil said, reaching across the table and patting her hand gently before turning to the twins as Elrohir calmed down from his fit of hysterics. “But, please, meldir. Do tell us about Lorien again. The woods fascinate me as well, mostly the elves that reside there.”
“There is not much more to tell than what we have already relayed,” Elladan replied, sending his lover a playful smile. Legolas flashed him an equally dreamy smile in return. “We have already told you so much about our grandmother’s realm that there is little left to say.”
“But, much yet to be seen,” Elrohir interrupted with a sudden thought. “The mellyrn trees are producing a new, lush greoat oat for the summer. Perhaps, if Ada approves, we may ride down and pay the Golden Wood a visit. It has been long since Elladan and I have visited our grandparents. They would be overjoyed to see us, and to meet you as few from Mirkwood have visited in recent years.”
“Wonderful idea, gwenneth! We should ask Ada at noon meal. I doubt he will disapprove of the idea.”
“You mean it?” Nimriel’s voice held a tone of excitement as she shot out of her chair, upsetting the piece of furniture, as well as her brothers’ goblets. The rich cider stained the white table cloth a deep red; Arondil frowned at the mess, but Nimriel didn‘t seem to notice. “We can really see the Golden Wood?”
“I don’t see why not. I’m sure Ada would not object.”
“When?!”
“Tomorrow, or the day after, as soon as Glorfindel can arrange for it.” Almost before Elladan was allowed to finish speaking, Nimriel dashed around the table. The cesscess forgot all manners as she hugged the twins tightly, kissing each of them on the cheek before dashing down the corridor leading to the gardens. Dazed by her actions, Elladan and Elrohir barely caught the startled yelps echoing down the halls. It soon became apparent that Nimriel had also run into Glorfindel and Erestor on her way out, bestowing similar tokens of affection on the elder elves, who likely did not know why she was so gleeful. The princes exchanged a few hearty laughs as they imagined the confused advisors’ faces before getting up and dismissing themselves after finishing their meal.
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“You’ve been silent a long time, gwanur-nîn.” Elrohir was stirred out of his thoughts by the sound of his brother’s voice so close to his side. It had been three days since the twins left Imladris in the company of the Mirkwood siblings for the woods of Lothlorien. Nimriel had been chattering the entire way, firing off even more questions about Lothlorien and the elves that lived there. Celeron had intercepted them all before the twins could answer, setting off round after round of a verbal sparring match with his sister. The others didn’t bother to stop them as the bickering amused them and made light of their journey.
All the while, though, Elladan had noticed his twin being awfully quiet during the ride. They would reach Lorien the next morning, and still Elrohir hardly spoke a word. The elder twin had excused himself from Legolas, whom he had ridden beside until this point, to join his brother and seek his mind.
“Is something bothering you?” Elladan asked, genuine concern lacing his voice as he peered into the identical face. Elrohir shook his head, tossing strands of raven hair into his face with the motion.
“Nothing really,” he replied. “I was just thinking of the last few times we were in Lorien. We hardly pay the woods a decent visit anymore.”
“We did not stay long when we were here last. If I recall correctly, the very last visit was well over thirty years ago, and we only tarried there two days before moving on. We‘ve been so busy with our oath to hunt the Orcs that there has been little time for rest and relaxation.”
“Aye, it has been a long time since we made a substantial visitthe the wood. Do you miss it?” Elrohir thought on his brother’s question a moment. He felt as much at home in Lorien as he did in Imladris, and now in Mirkwood.
“Mostly I miss the company.”
“The company?” The answer seemed to startle Elladan a touch. He began to wonder just what his brother meant by such a statement. “What kind of company are you referring to?”
“The Galadhrim, of course. We were always fond of the border patrol.”
“Aye, that we were.” /And you were always fond of a certain patrol guard in particular. Could you be thinking of that person right now, gwanur-nîn? When you say you miss the company, do you really mean you miss him? I wonder what’s really on your mind, gwenneth./
“Elladan!” Nimriel’s insistant voice called from up ahead. The twins lifted their heads to find the princess sitting precariously in her saddle, facing them from waist up while the rest of her body still faced forward. Tilting ever so slightly to the right, she looked as if she were about to fall off her mount any moment. Such a precarious position didn’t seem to bother Nimriel in the slightest, for she didn’t seem to notice how she was seated upon her saddle. But, the uncomfortable looks on Arondil and Legolas’ faces relayed their worry.
“Nimriel, don’t bother Elladan with another question!” Celeron nearly ordered. She pouted at him before sticking out her tongue in defiance.
“You take all the fun out of everything!”
“I best see what it is she is curious about this time before they argue again.” Elladan flashed his brother a smile before spurring his horse forward to clear the short distance and downplay the next verbal onslaught. Legolas and Arondil joined him, just in case their two siblings might resort to some sort of physical violence. Left alone with his thoughts again, Elrohir went back to reminiscing about his visits to Lorien through the years.
/It would be nice to see everyone, especially Orophin. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him. I wonder if he’s changed at all./ Unconsciously, Elrohir clutched at the mithril ring that hung about his neck through his tunic. /Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will know./
Translations:
Gwathul-nîn-My sister
Ada-Father
Gwenneth-Younger twin
Gwanur-nîn-My brother
Summary: Tis the Third Age, 2612, 102 years after Celebrian’s passing into the West. While fostering a year in Imladris, it has become a desire for Mirkwood’s princes and princess to visit the mellryn trees of Lothlorien. Acting as their guides, Elladan and Elrohir take their friends (and for one twin, his lover) to see the home of their mother, and to meet the Lord and Lady. While there, Elrohir becomes reacquainted with an old friend, and acknowledges buried emotions.
Setting: Lothlorien, TA 2612, late spring to early summer
Characters:
-Imladris: Elladan, ElrohirMirkMirkwood: Legolas, Arondil, Celeron, Nimriel
-Lothlorien: Orophin, Haldir, Rumil, Celeborn, Galadriel
Disclaimers: Don’t owe them (except for Arondil, Celeron and Nimriel), don’t claim to owe them (except for the aforementioned three), wish I did owe them but I’m not as brilliant as Tolkien was so I will settle for merely borrowing them for the purpose of my story.
Warning: There is some atted red rape in later chapters.
A/N: Orophin/Elrohir story, with pieces of Elladan/Legolas. This he she sequel to Soul of My Being and companion piece to In Twilight. It is my suggestion that Soul of My Being be read first, but it is not necessary; a general understanding of In Twilight is also useful, but I have tried to cover the main points in my story. I’ve tried keeping as accurate as possible with the dates provided in Tolkien’s World From A to Z: The Complete Guide to Middle-Earth by Robert Foster; if there are any miscalculations in ages, please let me know.
I have created Elladan to be the elder twin, though I don’t know which Tolkien had in mind as the eldest.
I am not fluent in Sindarian (though I hope to be some day), so I therefore accredit any Sindarian to various slash stories I have read as well as Ruth Noel’s The Languages of Tolkien’s Middle-earth and the websites Home of the Elves and The Grey Company.
/ / denotes thoughts.
~~~~~~~~~~ denotes changes in scene
Reviews, suggestions and comments are welcome. Flames will be ignored as the content of this story should be made fairly clear seeing as where I am posting this.
Chapter 1: To GoldGolden Wood
Summary: The Imladrian twins agree to guide their Mirkwood friends to the forest of their mother’s home. For Elrohir, it’s a chance to meet an old acquaintance he has not seen in some time.
“Elladan, Elrohir, what’s Lothlorien like?”
“Not this again, gwathul-nîn! You’ve asked that question so many times already! Every day, almost every hour. Can you not stop already?”
“But, Celeron! I’m curious! We’ve never been to the Golden Wood before.”
“And, at this rate, we might never.” Elladan shifted in his seat, flashing his twin a mirthful grin. It had been five months since the sons of Elrond had returned from Mirkwood after spending a foster year there in the company of King Thranduil and his family. They had brought with them the Mirkwood king’s children, who in turn would spend the next year in Imladris. Since that time, almost on a daily basis, Nimriel, the youngest of Thranduil’s children, and his only daughter, had been asking the twin’s sister, Arwen, about Lothlorien. When the Evenstar had returned two months previous to pay the Golden Wood another visit, the young princess had turned to the twins for answers to her questions, much to her brothers’ dismay and slight annoyance.
“Nimriel, can we not have one breakfast…nay, one meal without you hounding the twins about Lorien?“ Celeron, Thranduil’s second eldest son, asked, rolling his eyes at his bouncing little sister. He thanked the Valar Elrond and his advisors were not present to see such impoliteness, though he knew quite well the lord of Imladris would simply smile in bemusement and allow the siblings to bicker without uttering a word. “They barely have time to breathe between your questions much less eat. By Elbereth, I don‘t see why they aren‘t just skin and bones by now!”
“But I’m curious!” Arondil, the eldest, simply shook his golden head while smiling into the goblet of cider he raised to his lips; to his left, Thranduil’s third son, Legolas, propped his chin onto his hands, watching as his siblings had a verbal showdown once again. He had always found it most entertaining when they fought; often time, Legolas wondered if they would ever tire of debating, though he never tired of watching them.
“You’re always curious. All you ever do is question things and invade people‘s privacy. It’s a wonder Lord Elrond hasn’t thrown you out of his study with as many times as you have wandered in there without permission, or even knocking.”
“But, it’s fascinating in the study! He has so many scrolls and books on everything. Ada’s study isn’t so vast, I can’t find much in there.”
“That’s because Ada is not a lore master,” Arondil cut in gently. Nimriel bobbed her head in agreement.
“Exactly! All the more reason to explore Lord Elrond’s study as much as possible while we are here.”
“It’s not only his study you wander into, Nimriel. You wander everywhere! The stables, the maids’ quarters, the soldiers’ barracks, the kitchens. I am still surprised people tolerate you what with how many times you’ve interrupted things. Or do you not recall the incident just two weeks ago when you interrupted the preparations for the feast?”
“That is cruel, gwanur-nîn. You act as if I’m a bother to everyone in Imladris.”
“Maybe you are.”
“Celeron!”
“Were we not discussing Lothlorien?” Legolas’ gently asked question brought his two siblings to a screeching halt. Elrohir couldn’t contain himself and burst out laughing at the incredulous looks etched across Celeron and Nimriel’s faces as they turned to stare at their brother. The prince felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards in a bemused smirk as Arondil let out a snort, and Elladan covered a smile behind a hand. A furious blush came across the princess’ face, turning her emerald gaze to the hands she clasped on the table in front of her.
“Forgive me,” she whispered. “I did not mean to banter on so.”
“You are forgiven,” Arondil said, reaching across the table and patting her hand gently before turning to the twins as Elrohir calmed down from his fit of hysterics. “But, please, meldir. Do tell us about Lorien again. The woods fascinate me as well, mostly the elves that reside there.”
“There is not much more to tell than what we have already relayed,” Elladan replied, sending his lover a playful smile. Legolas flashed him an equally dreamy smile in return. “We have already told you so much about our grandmother’s realm that there is little left to say.”
“But, much yet to be seen,” Elrohir interrupted with a sudden thought. “The mellyrn trees are producing a new, lush greoat oat for the summer. Perhaps, if Ada approves, we may ride down and pay the Golden Wood a visit. It has been long since Elladan and I have visited our grandparents. They would be overjoyed to see us, and to meet you as few from Mirkwood have visited in recent years.”
“Wonderful idea, gwenneth! We should ask Ada at noon meal. I doubt he will disapprove of the idea.”
“You mean it?” Nimriel’s voice held a tone of excitement as she shot out of her chair, upsetting the piece of furniture, as well as her brothers’ goblets. The rich cider stained the white table cloth a deep red; Arondil frowned at the mess, but Nimriel didn‘t seem to notice. “We can really see the Golden Wood?”
“I don’t see why not. I’m sure Ada would not object.”
“When?!”
“Tomorrow, or the day after, as soon as Glorfindel can arrange for it.” Almost before Elladan was allowed to finish speaking, Nimriel dashed around the table. The cesscess forgot all manners as she hugged the twins tightly, kissing each of them on the cheek before dashing down the corridor leading to the gardens. Dazed by her actions, Elladan and Elrohir barely caught the startled yelps echoing down the halls. It soon became apparent that Nimriel had also run into Glorfindel and Erestor on her way out, bestowing similar tokens of affection on the elder elves, who likely did not know why she was so gleeful. The princes exchanged a few hearty laughs as they imagined the confused advisors’ faces before getting up and dismissing themselves after finishing their meal.
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“You’ve been silent a long time, gwanur-nîn.” Elrohir was stirred out of his thoughts by the sound of his brother’s voice so close to his side. It had been three days since the twins left Imladris in the company of the Mirkwood siblings for the woods of Lothlorien. Nimriel had been chattering the entire way, firing off even more questions about Lothlorien and the elves that lived there. Celeron had intercepted them all before the twins could answer, setting off round after round of a verbal sparring match with his sister. The others didn’t bother to stop them as the bickering amused them and made light of their journey.
All the while, though, Elladan had noticed his twin being awfully quiet during the ride. They would reach Lorien the next morning, and still Elrohir hardly spoke a word. The elder twin had excused himself from Legolas, whom he had ridden beside until this point, to join his brother and seek his mind.
“Is something bothering you?” Elladan asked, genuine concern lacing his voice as he peered into the identical face. Elrohir shook his head, tossing strands of raven hair into his face with the motion.
“Nothing really,” he replied. “I was just thinking of the last few times we were in Lorien. We hardly pay the woods a decent visit anymore.”
“We did not stay long when we were here last. If I recall correctly, the very last visit was well over thirty years ago, and we only tarried there two days before moving on. We‘ve been so busy with our oath to hunt the Orcs that there has been little time for rest and relaxation.”
“Aye, it has been a long time since we made a substantial visitthe the wood. Do you miss it?” Elrohir thought on his brother’s question a moment. He felt as much at home in Lorien as he did in Imladris, and now in Mirkwood.
“Mostly I miss the company.”
“The company?” The answer seemed to startle Elladan a touch. He began to wonder just what his brother meant by such a statement. “What kind of company are you referring to?”
“The Galadhrim, of course. We were always fond of the border patrol.”
“Aye, that we were.” /And you were always fond of a certain patrol guard in particular. Could you be thinking of that person right now, gwanur-nîn? When you say you miss the company, do you really mean you miss him? I wonder what’s really on your mind, gwenneth./
“Elladan!” Nimriel’s insistant voice called from up ahead. The twins lifted their heads to find the princess sitting precariously in her saddle, facing them from waist up while the rest of her body still faced forward. Tilting ever so slightly to the right, she looked as if she were about to fall off her mount any moment. Such a precarious position didn’t seem to bother Nimriel in the slightest, for she didn’t seem to notice how she was seated upon her saddle. But, the uncomfortable looks on Arondil and Legolas’ faces relayed their worry.
“Nimriel, don’t bother Elladan with another question!” Celeron nearly ordered. She pouted at him before sticking out her tongue in defiance.
“You take all the fun out of everything!”
“I best see what it is she is curious about this time before they argue again.” Elladan flashed his brother a smile before spurring his horse forward to clear the short distance and downplay the next verbal onslaught. Legolas and Arondil joined him, just in case their two siblings might resort to some sort of physical violence. Left alone with his thoughts again, Elrohir went back to reminiscing about his visits to Lorien through the years.
/It would be nice to see everyone, especially Orophin. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him. I wonder if he’s changed at all./ Unconsciously, Elrohir clutched at the mithril ring that hung about his neck through his tunic. /Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will know./
Translations:
Gwathul-nîn-My sister
Ada-Father
Gwenneth-Younger twin
Gwanur-nîn-My brother