I watch him in his silly tactics for attention. His soul, I can tell, is
screaming for the knowledge of his existence, always laughing and smiling,
acting like a fool, when inside he's a maze of feelings of desperation and
depression.
Anger towards the world for his crave of attention, always needing the knowledge that that he lives. He can't find it any more on his own. The merest though of being alone drives him over the edge.
Desperate for the contact of another, yet hiding because of his fear of others. They abuse him now, thinking he can handle it, but it is only making him crazy.
Not even an eternity of time could break him from his chains of loneliness and starvation of another being. Even if they hurt him, wounds to the soul, too deep for bandages, he still returned.
Becoming more and more like the driving madness that haunts him, and the thought of being alone and lost, scaring him and cutting him deeper than a knife could ever.
Title: Never Alone
Author: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
Pairings: Legolas/Elrohir, not sure from there
Rating: Eventual R, but for now PG
Summary: This is the sequel to Standing at The Edge, read that first. Elwë and Finwë run off for an escapade, Elrohir and Legolas brood.
Disclaimer: Not mine, only story line, and twins, other belong to the great Tolkien. The poem above belongs to Bethany Simonsen, not mine either.
Warning: None yet
Authors Note: I'm thinking about how to pair the twins up, cause that's where this is leading. Give me ideas!!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Prequel ~*~*~*
"What we need for travelen?" A blond with green eyes asked.
"I don know. Maybe pants and shirts." The other in the room replied.
"We will need food too." The first said thoughtfully.
"And are swords in case of bady's." The second said excitedly.
"Aye, and flint for fire, jus' in case." Said the first.
"Then let go get 'um." The second with impossibly large and innocent blue eyes said, racing out the room.
His brother, Elwë, sighed and followed at a more decent pace. They made it the kitchens where they stuffed bread and jerky into their packs, then raced on back to their rooms where they dressed in matching leggings and tunic, and brushed back their hair into little topknots of their child hood.
They stuffed another pair into their packs, then took their blunted swards and wrapped them around their waists, and pulled their bows with arrows missing the rock head, and replaced instead with a silly wooden one's with out a real tip, on their backs and into their child sized quivers.
The twins took each other's hands and raced from the room, out to the open countryside where they darted into the surrounding forest. Once they were a good distance from Greenwood, the two of them took off the path, heading for a cave they knew well.
Soon, they found themselves crawling through a hole in the ground, just small enough to make an adult think twice about it, wriggling through the narrow passage way, it finally opened up in an enormous cave.
The browns illuminated by the glaring sun, striking through gashes to the sky let up the pool of slow running water, the twins set their stuff aside and stripped down to nothing, running and lunging head first into the icy water.
As they emerged from its dank depths they sputtered about and laughed in complete thrall. Laughing, Finwë slapped a wave of water into his brother's face, watching as the other scowled, looking something like his imposing great grandfather Oropher.
He choked back gasps of glee when that look focused on him, gulping, he was rewarded with a splash rivaling his own, and a gulp pf water that left him with tearing eyes.
He glared back, but the two of them continued to play fight till they had worn each other out, and laid on the bank, curled around the other for warmth. Elwë slowly drifted off to sleep, Finwë watching and finally following his little brother with the whispered words, "Never Alone." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Where did they go?" Elrohir shouted.
"Their kids, to have fun." Legolas said gently.
"But they have their studies to think about! There had better be a good explanation when they return."
"Elrohir, they need their vacation as well, the two of them have been working hard. Elwë with his books, and Finwë with the sward play, although they are both quite dedicated to both." Legolas was always the voice of reason.
Elrohir sighed, "They could have at least told some one."
"Yes, that was inconsiderate, but they are growing up and believe they can take care of themselves. Remember your childhood and tell me your not the same way."
"Your right, I had a habit of taking off like that." Elrohir sighed and sat down on the bed next to his lover, I can't believe how fast they are growing up. Twenty. Twenty years old, by Eru, it's to fast. I remember nursing them as if it were only yesterday."
"And then they started eating solids, growing out of their clothes within the month, getting teeth, crawling, walking, talking. I know, I remember it as clearly." Legolas sighed.
"Daddy." Elrohir sighed.
"And Elwë." Legolas laughed, "Their first words."
Elrohir sighed once more, and then promptly fell over onto his husband. "How much longer till they start getting interested in pleasures of the flesh? Another five years or so?"
"Some where around that. Its will scare them, I remember when I first started." Legolas gave a low chuckle.
"Their beautiful." Elrohir said.
"Ya, sure to break their share of hearts, wont they?"
"Sure will."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The twins woke up a couple of hours later, where the instantly started rummaging through their baggage, I have it!" The oldest announced happily.
"Give me a bit." The other asked, holding his hand out for the jerky and bread.
"Here you go Elwë." Finwë said, handing over his portion of the food.
"How long do you think we can last out here?" Elwë asked.
"Don't know depends on how long our food lasts, or how fast dad and mum find us." Finwë answered.
"That could be about.hmmm, a week? That's what I would think."
"Do you think a week would be long enough to prove out point?"
"Maybe, but after the week is up, we should go home."
"Ya, I'll be ready for a hot bath by then."
"And hot food." Elwë grinned.
"Ya, now there's a reason for us to go home." Finwë started laughing.
"I also miss mum an' dad." Elwë sighed.
"Ya," The other calmed a bit. "Me to, but they need to learn this."
"What I wonder is if they will get it at all, or just be mad at us."
"I hope not, but if they do, we'll have to correct them."
"Ya, maybe we should have just talked it over in the first place?"
"No, their adults, adults never get it."
"We'll be adults one day."
"So?"
"We might start acting like them, we need to watch our selves better."
They finished eating in silence, then stood up, "Want to play?" Finwë asked.
"What?"
"Swords?"
"Sure."
The both dug around a bit then extracted their swords out of the piles of garments. The stood facing each other then started swinging.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (A week later)
Two boys trudged of the path to Greenwood's main gates, hand in hand and one of them singing a simple song he had picked up from an unknown source.
The guards at the gates smiled at the sight, they had known that their young princes were in no danger, the took off on their own often, maybe never this long, but they still did. The waited patiently for them to arrive, sending one man to the king to tell him his grandson's returned home.
"And, prey tell, what are you two doing out here?" The main guard asked jovially.
"Walking home." The oldest replied.
"And, let me see, how long have you been gone?"
"A week." He replied once more.
"Don't you think you've been gone for quite a while? Your parents have been worried sick over the two of you."
"Were sorry." The second whispered forlornly.
"Just get you home, your grandfather's waiting."
At that, the twins scurried on their way, dashing up the path to the mountain fortress, which was Greenwood.
They were lead into the throne room where the king, his son, and his son's lover were seated waiting for the boys to meet them.
"And where have you two been hiding out?" Legolas asked.
"In the forest." Was the response from the blue-eyed brother.
"And why where you there?" King Thranduil questioned.
"Because we were having an adventure." The same boy answered.
"What kind of an adventure." Elrohir asked with a smile.
"We were invading the orc camps!" Finwë shouted, "And there were lots of them! But we killed them all." He said proudly.
The three other occupants in the room gave low chuckles, "Well, you DO smell like those orcs of yours, let us clean you up." Legolas said, getting up and leading the twins down the hall and into the bathing chamber.
The were scrubbed from head to toe in the steaming water, leaving their delicate skin flushed pink, then dressed in clean clothes, and ushered into the kitchens for a good meal. Then swiftly sent to bed for a good long nap.
The two brothers curled up together and were asleep before Legolas had put all the candles out, yet he walked over to the bed and kissed each forehead.
Walking out he heard Elrohir walking up to him, "How are they?" He asked.
"Good, a few scratches, and tired, but that's it."
Elrohir sighed in relief, "Come on then." He led the way to their privet quarters, and sat down in a huff.
"Well, at least their home." He committed.
"Aye, come here." Legolas sighed.
Elrohir complied, walking over to his husband and kneeling down in front of him, wrapping his arms around his waist, and resting his head on his lover's lap.
Legolas started to rub his hands down his mates back, massaging gently, but firmly enough to take away the tension of the last few days.
Elrohir nuzzled up to his lover sighing in pleasure, "Your all to good at that." He said idly.
"But you don't mind much, do you?"
"Of course not."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The unedited version is located at the below address, if you care to read it!!
http://www.bardlands.net/cgi- bin/stories/display.cgi?id=65&sort=author&storyview=toc&chapter=1&cat=98
Anger towards the world for his crave of attention, always needing the knowledge that that he lives. He can't find it any more on his own. The merest though of being alone drives him over the edge.
Desperate for the contact of another, yet hiding because of his fear of others. They abuse him now, thinking he can handle it, but it is only making him crazy.
Not even an eternity of time could break him from his chains of loneliness and starvation of another being. Even if they hurt him, wounds to the soul, too deep for bandages, he still returned.
Becoming more and more like the driving madness that haunts him, and the thought of being alone and lost, scaring him and cutting him deeper than a knife could ever.
Title: Never Alone
Author: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
Pairings: Legolas/Elrohir, not sure from there
Rating: Eventual R, but for now PG
Summary: This is the sequel to Standing at The Edge, read that first. Elwë and Finwë run off for an escapade, Elrohir and Legolas brood.
Disclaimer: Not mine, only story line, and twins, other belong to the great Tolkien. The poem above belongs to Bethany Simonsen, not mine either.
Warning: None yet
Authors Note: I'm thinking about how to pair the twins up, cause that's where this is leading. Give me ideas!!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Prequel ~*~*~*
"What we need for travelen?" A blond with green eyes asked.
"I don know. Maybe pants and shirts." The other in the room replied.
"We will need food too." The first said thoughtfully.
"And are swords in case of bady's." The second said excitedly.
"Aye, and flint for fire, jus' in case." Said the first.
"Then let go get 'um." The second with impossibly large and innocent blue eyes said, racing out the room.
His brother, Elwë, sighed and followed at a more decent pace. They made it the kitchens where they stuffed bread and jerky into their packs, then raced on back to their rooms where they dressed in matching leggings and tunic, and brushed back their hair into little topknots of their child hood.
They stuffed another pair into their packs, then took their blunted swards and wrapped them around their waists, and pulled their bows with arrows missing the rock head, and replaced instead with a silly wooden one's with out a real tip, on their backs and into their child sized quivers.
The twins took each other's hands and raced from the room, out to the open countryside where they darted into the surrounding forest. Once they were a good distance from Greenwood, the two of them took off the path, heading for a cave they knew well.
Soon, they found themselves crawling through a hole in the ground, just small enough to make an adult think twice about it, wriggling through the narrow passage way, it finally opened up in an enormous cave.
The browns illuminated by the glaring sun, striking through gashes to the sky let up the pool of slow running water, the twins set their stuff aside and stripped down to nothing, running and lunging head first into the icy water.
As they emerged from its dank depths they sputtered about and laughed in complete thrall. Laughing, Finwë slapped a wave of water into his brother's face, watching as the other scowled, looking something like his imposing great grandfather Oropher.
He choked back gasps of glee when that look focused on him, gulping, he was rewarded with a splash rivaling his own, and a gulp pf water that left him with tearing eyes.
He glared back, but the two of them continued to play fight till they had worn each other out, and laid on the bank, curled around the other for warmth. Elwë slowly drifted off to sleep, Finwë watching and finally following his little brother with the whispered words, "Never Alone." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Where did they go?" Elrohir shouted.
"Their kids, to have fun." Legolas said gently.
"But they have their studies to think about! There had better be a good explanation when they return."
"Elrohir, they need their vacation as well, the two of them have been working hard. Elwë with his books, and Finwë with the sward play, although they are both quite dedicated to both." Legolas was always the voice of reason.
Elrohir sighed, "They could have at least told some one."
"Yes, that was inconsiderate, but they are growing up and believe they can take care of themselves. Remember your childhood and tell me your not the same way."
"Your right, I had a habit of taking off like that." Elrohir sighed and sat down on the bed next to his lover, I can't believe how fast they are growing up. Twenty. Twenty years old, by Eru, it's to fast. I remember nursing them as if it were only yesterday."
"And then they started eating solids, growing out of their clothes within the month, getting teeth, crawling, walking, talking. I know, I remember it as clearly." Legolas sighed.
"Daddy." Elrohir sighed.
"And Elwë." Legolas laughed, "Their first words."
Elrohir sighed once more, and then promptly fell over onto his husband. "How much longer till they start getting interested in pleasures of the flesh? Another five years or so?"
"Some where around that. Its will scare them, I remember when I first started." Legolas gave a low chuckle.
"Their beautiful." Elrohir said.
"Ya, sure to break their share of hearts, wont they?"
"Sure will."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The twins woke up a couple of hours later, where the instantly started rummaging through their baggage, I have it!" The oldest announced happily.
"Give me a bit." The other asked, holding his hand out for the jerky and bread.
"Here you go Elwë." Finwë said, handing over his portion of the food.
"How long do you think we can last out here?" Elwë asked.
"Don't know depends on how long our food lasts, or how fast dad and mum find us." Finwë answered.
"That could be about.hmmm, a week? That's what I would think."
"Do you think a week would be long enough to prove out point?"
"Maybe, but after the week is up, we should go home."
"Ya, I'll be ready for a hot bath by then."
"And hot food." Elwë grinned.
"Ya, now there's a reason for us to go home." Finwë started laughing.
"I also miss mum an' dad." Elwë sighed.
"Ya," The other calmed a bit. "Me to, but they need to learn this."
"What I wonder is if they will get it at all, or just be mad at us."
"I hope not, but if they do, we'll have to correct them."
"Ya, maybe we should have just talked it over in the first place?"
"No, their adults, adults never get it."
"We'll be adults one day."
"So?"
"We might start acting like them, we need to watch our selves better."
They finished eating in silence, then stood up, "Want to play?" Finwë asked.
"What?"
"Swords?"
"Sure."
The both dug around a bit then extracted their swords out of the piles of garments. The stood facing each other then started swinging.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (A week later)
Two boys trudged of the path to Greenwood's main gates, hand in hand and one of them singing a simple song he had picked up from an unknown source.
The guards at the gates smiled at the sight, they had known that their young princes were in no danger, the took off on their own often, maybe never this long, but they still did. The waited patiently for them to arrive, sending one man to the king to tell him his grandson's returned home.
"And, prey tell, what are you two doing out here?" The main guard asked jovially.
"Walking home." The oldest replied.
"And, let me see, how long have you been gone?"
"A week." He replied once more.
"Don't you think you've been gone for quite a while? Your parents have been worried sick over the two of you."
"Were sorry." The second whispered forlornly.
"Just get you home, your grandfather's waiting."
At that, the twins scurried on their way, dashing up the path to the mountain fortress, which was Greenwood.
They were lead into the throne room where the king, his son, and his son's lover were seated waiting for the boys to meet them.
"And where have you two been hiding out?" Legolas asked.
"In the forest." Was the response from the blue-eyed brother.
"And why where you there?" King Thranduil questioned.
"Because we were having an adventure." The same boy answered.
"What kind of an adventure." Elrohir asked with a smile.
"We were invading the orc camps!" Finwë shouted, "And there were lots of them! But we killed them all." He said proudly.
The three other occupants in the room gave low chuckles, "Well, you DO smell like those orcs of yours, let us clean you up." Legolas said, getting up and leading the twins down the hall and into the bathing chamber.
The were scrubbed from head to toe in the steaming water, leaving their delicate skin flushed pink, then dressed in clean clothes, and ushered into the kitchens for a good meal. Then swiftly sent to bed for a good long nap.
The two brothers curled up together and were asleep before Legolas had put all the candles out, yet he walked over to the bed and kissed each forehead.
Walking out he heard Elrohir walking up to him, "How are they?" He asked.
"Good, a few scratches, and tired, but that's it."
Elrohir sighed in relief, "Come on then." He led the way to their privet quarters, and sat down in a huff.
"Well, at least their home." He committed.
"Aye, come here." Legolas sighed.
Elrohir complied, walking over to his husband and kneeling down in front of him, wrapping his arms around his waist, and resting his head on his lover's lap.
Legolas started to rub his hands down his mates back, massaging gently, but firmly enough to take away the tension of the last few days.
Elrohir nuzzled up to his lover sighing in pleasure, "Your all to good at that." He said idly.
"But you don't mind much, do you?"
"Of course not."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The unedited version is located at the below address, if you care to read it!!
http://www.bardlands.net/cgi- bin/stories/display.cgi?id=65&sort=author&storyview=toc&chapter=1&cat=98