Category: Lord of the Rings
Rating: R
Couples: Elrond/Thranduil, maybe Legolas/Glorfindel and hinted/relived ?/others
Warnings: AU, Slavery with every terrible aspect of it, Slash
Chapter: 3
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot & OC´s © by me
Author's note:The names Taurgalen, Belethor and Sîras mean respectively Green Forest, Mighty Willow and River of Sunlight (According to the name generator on the site of The Mellon Chronicles). And yes, those first two are the same names as in Strange Love. I admit; I was lazy…
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"Haradhrim!?" Celeborn was shocked to say the least. A letter from Imlandris had arrived, a mere day after his Grandsons had passed through at great speed. They where heading for Mirkwood and would not divulge their reasons. Now he knew why.
"He must have lost his mind! Haradhrim!" he paced his office, ever repeating those words. After she had read the letter, Galadriel had gone and contacted their son-in-law. He had remained tight-lipped during the entire conversation. Never had he divulged even the slightest hint as to who they were or why they were travelling to his city.
"They will pass in mere hours…" She looked calm, but he sensed her inner turmoil. "Shall we let them?"
"And risk a war with Thranduil? He despises them, no… hates them more then anything else. What will we do when he finds out we let an entire Caravan pass? But then we would have a war with Elrond… Only the Valar know how he would react. Do you think he truly would start another kinslaying for the enemy?"
"Honestly? I don't. But I think we shouldn't risk anything. Let them pass. I'm sure we will find a way to deal with Thranduil."
"And if not?"
"Then Elrond may deal with him."
"If he does survive the first meeting."
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The scream was memorable. Probably the only sound made by Men, Elves or Dwarf that could make a mountain shake on his foundations. And most assuredly the only that could empty the Great Hall of Mirkwood. Now only six remained. The Twin sons of Elrond, Thranduil and his sons.
Two stood tall and three held the last, lest he go and strangle their guests.
"How dare you!? How dare you!?"
"We came at our father's wish and shall fulfil it. No matter what."
"You demand I leave my house for THEM!?"
"We do."
For a time only the heavy breathing was heard.
"Why?" The oldest son of Thranduil, Taurgalen, asked. "Have you forgotten the pain they caused? The blood they spilled?"
"How could we ever? But we trust the judgement of our Adar. We trust him."
"Then he will pay…"
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As those damning words were said in Mirkwood, a caravan of Haradhrim stopped at the invisible border to an elvish nation.
"Hail, Glorfindel!" Their leader raised a hand towards the trees. "May I pass?"
A golden-haired elf appeared in front of his horse. "You know me?"
"How could I not? Elrond hardly talks about any one else. Except his children. And in better days his Lady. I think; I wasn't alive back then."
"I hope so. You may pass."
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"Elrond!" Carran hugged the waiting elf. "It has been long since we last saw eachother."
"It has indeed." Elrond studied the man. "You have changed greatly. From a small child to a adult man. I just wish your reasons for being here were more joyous."
"Don't we all?"