Heaven Only Knows (sequel to Heaven Knows)
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Category:
-Multi-Age › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,497
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate (in other words, I do not own any portion of Lord of the rings, the Silmarillion, Lost Tales or any other fandom). This is written only for pleasure and not fo
Chapter 1 The Letter
Title: Heaven Only Knows (1/3)
Author: Gwaelinn
Beta: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairings: Gildor/Surprise
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash (m/m), AU
Summary: After the events of Heaven Knows, Gildor finally sails West and, he hopes, into the arms of his beloved.
Time line: Take place after the events of “Heaven Knows”. This can stand alone, but it might be a bit clearer if you’ve read the other.
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written only for pleasure and not for profit.
AN: This is for Calenmir who asked the question at the end of ‘Heaven Knows’, “Hey- Did Gildor ever get with his soul-mate?”
**Please feed the muses…Feedback is always most welcome!**
Chapter 1: The Letter
My Beloved,
I write to you in haste for my father watches my every move. My heart is heavy with the knowledge that you have been hurt in all this. I will fulfill my duty to my father and house, but only with my body. You are now and forever my heart’s desire and the other half of my soul. I will suffer through this, nothing more than stud for breeding; but know that someday, I will find a way for us to be together. I will flee this prison of a city and together we will sail for the White Shores. I swear it!
I also want you to know that I understand your decision. I could not ask you to stay and watch another take your place at my side. I will miss you more than I can say and my heart will morn our parting. Still, you have a right to move on, and though it rips me apart to think of you in another’s arms, I want you happy. If, on your travels, you find someone to fill the hole I have created, let it be filled and be whole, my love.
May the Valar protect you till we meet again.
Eternally yours,
Your Darkling
****
Gildor read the worn letter again, the words blurring as tears threatened to spill. With a sniff, he folded the parchment back up and placed it in a small pouch hanging from his neck. Closing his eyes he turned his face to the heavens and let Arian’s rays warm his skin. So long ago it had been; more than a lifetime. In the end, his lover had wed another, fathered a child as his Adar had demanded, fought for his home and king; Gildor choked back a sob at the memory, all the pain, the grief! Heaven only knows how things might have turned out if his lover’s Adar had not objected to their love or if Gildor had not fled in despair. The blond drew a ragged breath. Things would have turned out differently in this age, he knew that for certain, and it was that knowledge that often softened the anger he felt.
Gildor had been given the letter by his lover’s cousin just as the blond rode from the city forever. He did not even stop to read it until it was too late to change his mind. Instead, he accepted his lot and wandered Arda, collecting an eclectic mix of elves who soon named him their lord. So it was that Gildor became the Lord of the Wandering Company. The proud son of an Elda prince, reduced to the life of a gypsy. Gildor gripped the ship's rail and shook his head in frustration. A fountain of burnished gold blew in the sea breeze. Suddenly it all hit him. Soon, he would step foot on the white shores. Would his love be there? Would his precious Darkling still want him? What about the wife? Father? His legs began to give way and strong hands caught him.
“Peace my friend,” Celeborn said as he steadied his companion. “All will be well, you will see.”
The ancient elf chuckled as he leaned into the supporting arms. “Have you been looking in my kinswoman’s mirror? Or have you been gifted with ‘sight’, Lord of the Trees?”
Celeborn laughed. “Oh no! I rejoiced the day that damned mirror and ring lost their hold over my dear wife. As for the gift of foresight, no…but I know what true love is willing to withstand. If what you have told me is the truth, he will rejoice at your arrival.”
“What if he is not there? What if…” Gildor turned fearful eyes to the Silvan elf-lord. Celeborn’s heart nearly broke at the sight. Gildor was one of the strongest elves he knew, both emotionally and physically. The son of Finrod was a match even for the mighty Glorfindel, and to see such doubt in him was most disturbing.
“Enough of ‘what ifs’ meldir. Come below and rest awhile. We still have far to travel and sleep will make the time pass more quickly.”
Doubting he would be able to sleep, Gildor reluctantly let himself be led to his cabin. Celeborn offered a silent prayer to Irmo that his friend would find peace in his dreams.
*So it shall be*
Celeborn glanced about the room but all he heard was the soft rustle of the curtains in the breeze. Yet when he turned back to his charge, he found Gildor’s face relaxed in sleep, a small smile playing on his pink lips.
Author: Gwaelinn
Beta: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairings: Gildor/Surprise
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash (m/m), AU
Summary: After the events of Heaven Knows, Gildor finally sails West and, he hopes, into the arms of his beloved.
Time line: Take place after the events of “Heaven Knows”. This can stand alone, but it might be a bit clearer if you’ve read the other.
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written only for pleasure and not for profit.
AN: This is for Calenmir who asked the question at the end of ‘Heaven Knows’, “Hey- Did Gildor ever get with his soul-mate?”
**Please feed the muses…Feedback is always most welcome!**
Chapter 1: The Letter
My Beloved,
I write to you in haste for my father watches my every move. My heart is heavy with the knowledge that you have been hurt in all this. I will fulfill my duty to my father and house, but only with my body. You are now and forever my heart’s desire and the other half of my soul. I will suffer through this, nothing more than stud for breeding; but know that someday, I will find a way for us to be together. I will flee this prison of a city and together we will sail for the White Shores. I swear it!
I also want you to know that I understand your decision. I could not ask you to stay and watch another take your place at my side. I will miss you more than I can say and my heart will morn our parting. Still, you have a right to move on, and though it rips me apart to think of you in another’s arms, I want you happy. If, on your travels, you find someone to fill the hole I have created, let it be filled and be whole, my love.
May the Valar protect you till we meet again.
Eternally yours,
Your Darkling
****
Gildor read the worn letter again, the words blurring as tears threatened to spill. With a sniff, he folded the parchment back up and placed it in a small pouch hanging from his neck. Closing his eyes he turned his face to the heavens and let Arian’s rays warm his skin. So long ago it had been; more than a lifetime. In the end, his lover had wed another, fathered a child as his Adar had demanded, fought for his home and king; Gildor choked back a sob at the memory, all the pain, the grief! Heaven only knows how things might have turned out if his lover’s Adar had not objected to their love or if Gildor had not fled in despair. The blond drew a ragged breath. Things would have turned out differently in this age, he knew that for certain, and it was that knowledge that often softened the anger he felt.
Gildor had been given the letter by his lover’s cousin just as the blond rode from the city forever. He did not even stop to read it until it was too late to change his mind. Instead, he accepted his lot and wandered Arda, collecting an eclectic mix of elves who soon named him their lord. So it was that Gildor became the Lord of the Wandering Company. The proud son of an Elda prince, reduced to the life of a gypsy. Gildor gripped the ship's rail and shook his head in frustration. A fountain of burnished gold blew in the sea breeze. Suddenly it all hit him. Soon, he would step foot on the white shores. Would his love be there? Would his precious Darkling still want him? What about the wife? Father? His legs began to give way and strong hands caught him.
“Peace my friend,” Celeborn said as he steadied his companion. “All will be well, you will see.”
The ancient elf chuckled as he leaned into the supporting arms. “Have you been looking in my kinswoman’s mirror? Or have you been gifted with ‘sight’, Lord of the Trees?”
Celeborn laughed. “Oh no! I rejoiced the day that damned mirror and ring lost their hold over my dear wife. As for the gift of foresight, no…but I know what true love is willing to withstand. If what you have told me is the truth, he will rejoice at your arrival.”
“What if he is not there? What if…” Gildor turned fearful eyes to the Silvan elf-lord. Celeborn’s heart nearly broke at the sight. Gildor was one of the strongest elves he knew, both emotionally and physically. The son of Finrod was a match even for the mighty Glorfindel, and to see such doubt in him was most disturbing.
“Enough of ‘what ifs’ meldir. Come below and rest awhile. We still have far to travel and sleep will make the time pass more quickly.”
Doubting he would be able to sleep, Gildor reluctantly let himself be led to his cabin. Celeborn offered a silent prayer to Irmo that his friend would find peace in his dreams.
*So it shall be*
Celeborn glanced about the room but all he heard was the soft rustle of the curtains in the breeze. Yet when he turned back to his charge, he found Gildor’s face relaxed in sleep, a small smile playing on his pink lips.