What you See
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What you See
Now Alex's site is up and she's seen it, I've decided to post this publicly.
Title: What you See
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG13
Beta: Uli
Pairing: Gil-galad/Oropher
Summary: Not everything is grey…
Disclaimer: Not mine, all Tolkien's
Notes: For Alex, with all my love.
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Things hadn’t gone exactly to plan, Gil-galad was forced to admit to himself as he stood at the doors to Mandos’ Halls. How very irritating. Years of planning and fighting and he didn’t even get to see the outcome! However, the Grey Halls were still here and that was a reasonably good indication that Arda hadn’t ended – yet. There would probably be more newcomers later; maybe one of them would be able to tell him the outcome.
Sighing in resignation he pushed open the doors and was immediately enveloped by the cold, grey mist. “Lovely,” he muttered. “This will be fun.”
“You don’t like the décor?” Came a voice from behind him, making him jump, as he had not heard anyone approaching.
Gil-galad spun around and found himself face-to-chest with the tallest elf he had ever seen. Peering up he looked into deep black eyes that would have scared him, had there not been a hint of amusement in their depths.
“Lord Námo!” Gil-galad gasped, bowing hurriedly as he realized whose presence he was in. He hoped the Vala hadn’t heard his complaints, he knew he could be here a very long time and it really wouldn’t do to have his host upset with him!
“Aye, that is me,” the Vala agreed. “Now, about my décor…”
The former High King blushed, so Námo had heard him. Oh dear. “It is simply a little… bland… for my tastes,” he mumbled, staring at the floor.
Námo laughed at Gil-galad; it seemed that even great Elven Kings feared his wrath. It was most amusing! He bent down to meet the elf’s eyes and grinned broadly. “Then I think you need to find something to bring some colour to your stay here!” he said, enjoying the uncertainty in Gil-galad’s eyes. Those who came here were always so confused at first, fearing for their lives. It always took them a while to adjust.
“Or maybe colour will come to you!”
With that cryptic sentence he winked and vanished, leaving a very confused Gil-galad standing alone amongst all the grey.
He hadn’t expected this. Legend had it that the Vala of Death was a cold, hard individual neither given to pity or excess of emotions.
“Well, now what?” he wondered aloud, trying to see what lay past the mist. He had a sneaking suspicion that it was only more mist though – or at the very least something grey.
“Oh, I could think of a few things!” Came the reply, though it was not from Námo.
Gil-galad gasped again, in delight this time, for he knew that voice. He knew it very well in fact, though he had not heard it since one fateful day on the battlefield.
“Oropher!”
He blinked and suddenly the former King of Greenwood was only a little way away, arms open and with a loving smile on his face as his dark hair fell loosely over his shoulders, out of the braids he had always worn into battle.
Gil-galad’s face lit up and he leapt forward, throwing himself into Oropher’s arms.
He was easily caught in a strong embrace and pulled close, Oropher’s arms as warm and inviting as they had always been.
“I have missed you,” Oropher said softly.
“As I have you,” Gil-galad replied, burying his face in the dark hair. “I feared I would never see you again!”
Oropher laughed, kissing his lover lightly on the lips.
“Silly Elf! That would never happen, even if you wanted it to! I am not that easy to get rid of!”
“It would seem not!” The High King agreed. “For which I am glad! Things are far too dull when you are not around!” He paused; looking at their dull surroundings. “Though I fear even you will have a challenge to clear all of this grey and mist away.”
Cupping his lover’s face gently in his hand, Oropher shook his head.
“I fear you are confused, my love,” he said softly. “What mist?”
Gil-galad wondered if Oropher had lost his mind. Maybe being tricked into that early charge by Sauron and dying rather embarrassingly had traumatized him for eternity. That would be a great shame, though it wouldn’t make him love him any less. It could become mildly irritating, however.
“Why, all of this…” he started, waving his hand around before trailing off in shock as he looked around.
The mist was gone. So were the grey, cold halls. Instead he stood in a green meadow, a multitude of flowers growing between the lush grass their bright colours almost glowing in the sunlight that shone down from where it sat in a clear blue sky. In the distance he could see the meadow give way to rolling hills, a clear stream winding its way between them. Beyond that he could not tell, though his heart told him that there was a vast forest, just waiting to be explored.
“How… what is this?” Gil-galad whispered, shocked and amazed.
Oropher smiled. “Mandos’ Halls cannot be known to be too wonderful, lest it tempt those of weaker spirit. But for those of us who have earned it, this place is a paradise in which to wait out the time before rebirth. Whatever you see… is what you want to see.”
A slow smile spread over Gil-galad’s face. “I see you,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“I see you too,” Oropher replied, leaning in closer to his lover, ‘and I feel you.” Placing his hands on Gil-galad’s shoulders he pushed him gently down onto the soft grass.
As kisses and hands started their journey over his body, he sighed happily. Not everything here was dull and grey after all. In fact, he thought as he gazed up at Oropher, things had never looked more colourful!
THE END
Title: What you See
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG13
Beta: Uli
Pairing: Gil-galad/Oropher
Summary: Not everything is grey…
Disclaimer: Not mine, all Tolkien's
Notes: For Alex, with all my love.
****************
Things hadn’t gone exactly to plan, Gil-galad was forced to admit to himself as he stood at the doors to Mandos’ Halls. How very irritating. Years of planning and fighting and he didn’t even get to see the outcome! However, the Grey Halls were still here and that was a reasonably good indication that Arda hadn’t ended – yet. There would probably be more newcomers later; maybe one of them would be able to tell him the outcome.
Sighing in resignation he pushed open the doors and was immediately enveloped by the cold, grey mist. “Lovely,” he muttered. “This will be fun.”
“You don’t like the décor?” Came a voice from behind him, making him jump, as he had not heard anyone approaching.
Gil-galad spun around and found himself face-to-chest with the tallest elf he had ever seen. Peering up he looked into deep black eyes that would have scared him, had there not been a hint of amusement in their depths.
“Lord Námo!” Gil-galad gasped, bowing hurriedly as he realized whose presence he was in. He hoped the Vala hadn’t heard his complaints, he knew he could be here a very long time and it really wouldn’t do to have his host upset with him!
“Aye, that is me,” the Vala agreed. “Now, about my décor…”
The former High King blushed, so Námo had heard him. Oh dear. “It is simply a little… bland… for my tastes,” he mumbled, staring at the floor.
Námo laughed at Gil-galad; it seemed that even great Elven Kings feared his wrath. It was most amusing! He bent down to meet the elf’s eyes and grinned broadly. “Then I think you need to find something to bring some colour to your stay here!” he said, enjoying the uncertainty in Gil-galad’s eyes. Those who came here were always so confused at first, fearing for their lives. It always took them a while to adjust.
“Or maybe colour will come to you!”
With that cryptic sentence he winked and vanished, leaving a very confused Gil-galad standing alone amongst all the grey.
He hadn’t expected this. Legend had it that the Vala of Death was a cold, hard individual neither given to pity or excess of emotions.
“Well, now what?” he wondered aloud, trying to see what lay past the mist. He had a sneaking suspicion that it was only more mist though – or at the very least something grey.
“Oh, I could think of a few things!” Came the reply, though it was not from Námo.
Gil-galad gasped again, in delight this time, for he knew that voice. He knew it very well in fact, though he had not heard it since one fateful day on the battlefield.
“Oropher!”
He blinked and suddenly the former King of Greenwood was only a little way away, arms open and with a loving smile on his face as his dark hair fell loosely over his shoulders, out of the braids he had always worn into battle.
Gil-galad’s face lit up and he leapt forward, throwing himself into Oropher’s arms.
He was easily caught in a strong embrace and pulled close, Oropher’s arms as warm and inviting as they had always been.
“I have missed you,” Oropher said softly.
“As I have you,” Gil-galad replied, burying his face in the dark hair. “I feared I would never see you again!”
Oropher laughed, kissing his lover lightly on the lips.
“Silly Elf! That would never happen, even if you wanted it to! I am not that easy to get rid of!”
“It would seem not!” The High King agreed. “For which I am glad! Things are far too dull when you are not around!” He paused; looking at their dull surroundings. “Though I fear even you will have a challenge to clear all of this grey and mist away.”
Cupping his lover’s face gently in his hand, Oropher shook his head.
“I fear you are confused, my love,” he said softly. “What mist?”
Gil-galad wondered if Oropher had lost his mind. Maybe being tricked into that early charge by Sauron and dying rather embarrassingly had traumatized him for eternity. That would be a great shame, though it wouldn’t make him love him any less. It could become mildly irritating, however.
“Why, all of this…” he started, waving his hand around before trailing off in shock as he looked around.
The mist was gone. So were the grey, cold halls. Instead he stood in a green meadow, a multitude of flowers growing between the lush grass their bright colours almost glowing in the sunlight that shone down from where it sat in a clear blue sky. In the distance he could see the meadow give way to rolling hills, a clear stream winding its way between them. Beyond that he could not tell, though his heart told him that there was a vast forest, just waiting to be explored.
“How… what is this?” Gil-galad whispered, shocked and amazed.
Oropher smiled. “Mandos’ Halls cannot be known to be too wonderful, lest it tempt those of weaker spirit. But for those of us who have earned it, this place is a paradise in which to wait out the time before rebirth. Whatever you see… is what you want to see.”
A slow smile spread over Gil-galad’s face. “I see you,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“I see you too,” Oropher replied, leaning in closer to his lover, ‘and I feel you.” Placing his hands on Gil-galad’s shoulders he pushed him gently down onto the soft grass.
As kisses and hands started their journey over his body, he sighed happily. Not everything here was dull and grey after all. In fact, he thought as he gazed up at Oropher, things had never looked more colourful!
THE END