In Valinor He Waits
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In Valinor He Waits
In Valinor He Waits
Pairing : Elladan/Haldir, Elrohir/Orophin
Rating: PG for this chapter, higher for the next
Summary: a sequel to Min’s Curtain Call.
Thanks to Min who generously had allowed me to write this, after reflecting on the sadness. She has seen the first part and suggested elves come after me if I didn’t continue, and while the though of being coerced by elves is appealing, I will proceed. Thank you again Min for your agreement.
Haldir sat on the sandy ground. His boots off, he dug his toes into the grains, feeling them slide over his skin, his arms folded around his bent knees as he stared across the endless sea. What he was waiting for was impossible, his mind understood that, after all he had made his intentions clear and with some force. It was his wayward heart that maintained hope beyond expectations. He well knew that the last ships were sailing, yet each vessel that brought albeit smaller and smaller groups, kept the hope kindled. These stranglers, among the last to sever links with the Age of Men brought some news with them, fleeting glimpses of an elven traveller who kept his distance from his kin, who dwelled in Gondor with what was left of his family, who could also be seen as a shadow in Lothlorien and Imladris.
There was no hint of recognition as an elf so like the one left behind sat beside him. No formal recognition, but a presence felt and welcomed. When the strong arm was placed around his shoulders, Haldir gave up the pretence of stoic disregard, resting his head on Elrohir’s shoulder.
“Do you feel him?”
Elrohir shook his head. “No longer….for a time…he was with me, and he would share himself with me…..but…he…he,” Elrohir put his head on Haldir’s, watching the sea as he did. “He became more distance, more remote, more in pain…and he retreated from me, from our bond.’
No more needed to be said, they both understood Elladan’s reasons. He had no desire to burden his brother further. His death would be slower, not as tied as was their sister who would cease to exist in all but memory as soon as her beloved king departed. Elladan would succumb to the passage of time, alone until the weight of his mortality crushed him, or he took up arms to surrender his life.
“If it were possible, if we could…send word…if he could be found…would he come?”
Elrohir turned sharply. “Are you saying…?”
There was no more anger in Elrohir’s heart, it had been extinguished long ago, replaced by sympathy and compassion. After all it was he who had urged Elladan to not speak of his indiscretion.
None would have predicted after so long that Haldir would feel the insecurity of Elladan’s devotion to him, but question two millennia of love he did, and there had been no appeasing him. Not that Elladan was blameless in this, his anger had been as fulsome as his pride, dented by the accusations of imagined infidelity. They had both raged until the hurt had multiplied so many times that there had been no perceived honourable recourse for either of them. Haldir asked him to go and Elladan had complied. Both brothers, Orophin to Haldir, Elrohir to Elladan, had begged for reason even until Haldir had sailed and Elladan had remained behind.
With a sigh he reflected on his brother and the realisation that he no longer knew Elladan’s heart as he once had. Elrohir glanced at the band on his finger, momentarily sought the comfort of his mate touching his mind softly, feeling the strength in that, offered so freely and gratefully received.
“I do not know,” he replied simply, “I do not know.”
The parchment was pressed into the shipwright’s hands, sealed against eyes less favourable that the ones that regarded it now.
“’Tis likely he will not be found.”
Haldir nodded. “It is my hope that he will, hope is my only consolation, it is all there is.”
The ancient elf tucked the parchment into his tunic. “May it fulfil that hope then.”
Haldir watched the ship depart the shores, watched until the white sails were indistinguishable from the snowy clouds. What the parchment contained only he knew, but the timbre of it had been considered in long discussions with Elrohir, Orophin a quiet presence with them in the fraught hours. They stood beside him now and guided him away. It was no longer in their hands to decide their fate, that rested with Elladan alone now.
Elladan’s fingers traced over the seal. He had the wit to thank the mortal lady who had delivered the parchment to him before retreating behind the wood and stone of his chamber. It was likely his sister knew of the letter’s existence, if not the content, though that too she may have guessed at. Elladan held no prenotion, save his shaking hands matched the hard beat of his heart. Still he did not break the seal immediately. He poured a goblet of wine, setting it down on the table beside the letter. Looking out of the White City, Elladan attempted to calm, and order, his feelings. What was it he truly wanted?
Pairing : Elladan/Haldir, Elrohir/Orophin
Rating: PG for this chapter, higher for the next
Summary: a sequel to Min’s Curtain Call.
Thanks to Min who generously had allowed me to write this, after reflecting on the sadness. She has seen the first part and suggested elves come after me if I didn’t continue, and while the though of being coerced by elves is appealing, I will proceed. Thank you again Min for your agreement.
Haldir sat on the sandy ground. His boots off, he dug his toes into the grains, feeling them slide over his skin, his arms folded around his bent knees as he stared across the endless sea. What he was waiting for was impossible, his mind understood that, after all he had made his intentions clear and with some force. It was his wayward heart that maintained hope beyond expectations. He well knew that the last ships were sailing, yet each vessel that brought albeit smaller and smaller groups, kept the hope kindled. These stranglers, among the last to sever links with the Age of Men brought some news with them, fleeting glimpses of an elven traveller who kept his distance from his kin, who dwelled in Gondor with what was left of his family, who could also be seen as a shadow in Lothlorien and Imladris.
There was no hint of recognition as an elf so like the one left behind sat beside him. No formal recognition, but a presence felt and welcomed. When the strong arm was placed around his shoulders, Haldir gave up the pretence of stoic disregard, resting his head on Elrohir’s shoulder.
“Do you feel him?”
Elrohir shook his head. “No longer….for a time…he was with me, and he would share himself with me…..but…he…he,” Elrohir put his head on Haldir’s, watching the sea as he did. “He became more distance, more remote, more in pain…and he retreated from me, from our bond.’
No more needed to be said, they both understood Elladan’s reasons. He had no desire to burden his brother further. His death would be slower, not as tied as was their sister who would cease to exist in all but memory as soon as her beloved king departed. Elladan would succumb to the passage of time, alone until the weight of his mortality crushed him, or he took up arms to surrender his life.
“If it were possible, if we could…send word…if he could be found…would he come?”
Elrohir turned sharply. “Are you saying…?”
There was no more anger in Elrohir’s heart, it had been extinguished long ago, replaced by sympathy and compassion. After all it was he who had urged Elladan to not speak of his indiscretion.
None would have predicted after so long that Haldir would feel the insecurity of Elladan’s devotion to him, but question two millennia of love he did, and there had been no appeasing him. Not that Elladan was blameless in this, his anger had been as fulsome as his pride, dented by the accusations of imagined infidelity. They had both raged until the hurt had multiplied so many times that there had been no perceived honourable recourse for either of them. Haldir asked him to go and Elladan had complied. Both brothers, Orophin to Haldir, Elrohir to Elladan, had begged for reason even until Haldir had sailed and Elladan had remained behind.
With a sigh he reflected on his brother and the realisation that he no longer knew Elladan’s heart as he once had. Elrohir glanced at the band on his finger, momentarily sought the comfort of his mate touching his mind softly, feeling the strength in that, offered so freely and gratefully received.
“I do not know,” he replied simply, “I do not know.”
The parchment was pressed into the shipwright’s hands, sealed against eyes less favourable that the ones that regarded it now.
“’Tis likely he will not be found.”
Haldir nodded. “It is my hope that he will, hope is my only consolation, it is all there is.”
The ancient elf tucked the parchment into his tunic. “May it fulfil that hope then.”
Haldir watched the ship depart the shores, watched until the white sails were indistinguishable from the snowy clouds. What the parchment contained only he knew, but the timbre of it had been considered in long discussions with Elrohir, Orophin a quiet presence with them in the fraught hours. They stood beside him now and guided him away. It was no longer in their hands to decide their fate, that rested with Elladan alone now.
Elladan’s fingers traced over the seal. He had the wit to thank the mortal lady who had delivered the parchment to him before retreating behind the wood and stone of his chamber. It was likely his sister knew of the letter’s existence, if not the content, though that too she may have guessed at. Elladan held no prenotion, save his shaking hands matched the hard beat of his heart. Still he did not break the seal immediately. He poured a goblet of wine, setting it down on the table beside the letter. Looking out of the White City, Elladan attempted to calm, and order, his feelings. What was it he truly wanted?