Disclaimer in chapter 1- Welcome, my Lords…
Ea na qwiil, mellon-nin
Chapter 12 – I will always love you
"Ada!"
A young Elfling, the age of a six year old in mortal years, stopped his run as he looked towards a figure within a small clearing in the forest. The child smiled as he watched his father turn, his black hair falling over his shoulder's while his dark shadowy orbs focused on him. The child, with a giggle, watching his father kneel to the floor, his arms outstretched for the tiny Elfling to run into. The young Elf then ran towards the black haired Elf, laughing all the way as he was scooped up into his father's arms.
"Ah, Annatar..." The father of the Elfling, smiled at his dear son whose laughter rung throughout the clearing they both where in "…How are you on this fine day?" The dark eyed Elf asked his son, kissing the pale cheek with much love and then brushing back the black strands of hair the child had inherited from him as well as gazing into the pitch black eyes.
"I am very fine thank you, Ada…" The Elfling beamed "…How are you?" Annatar then began to copy his father's movements, brushing back the dark locks and then looking into the identical eyes of his father's.
"I am well, hannon le." *thank you.* The Elf chuckled after his child, leaning into the small but smooth hands of his babe's. Both father and son stood in the clearing for many minutes, basking in both of their Elven light. The sun shone gentle down and onto them, the birds chirping away in trees above while the winds slowly made its way through the tops, swaying the branches gently.
"Ada, where is Naneth?" Annatar asked, confused as to why his father wasn't with his mother. It was very rare for them both to be apart. He furrowed his tiny brow as he saw his father lower his head, avoiding any contact with his eyes. "Ada?"
"Your nana has gone to Gondolin. She will be back soon." -Hopefully- He added as a thought.
"Oh." Annatar looked up into the skies and saw them darken the slightest. A massive dark cloud could be seen moving slowly above them until it was immediately over their heads. A smiled appeared on the young Elf's face and he looked to his father, seeing the being look at him with the exact same smile apon his own pale features. Annatar giggle "Naneth is home."
"That she is, ion-nin." The father of Annatar smiled, kneeling down onto the ground to safely put his child apon the earth. Hand in hand, son and father heard the breaks of branches and that of heavy breathing. Both furrowed their brows and gasped as they saw a she-Elf burst through the bushes, tears streaming down her face.
"Nana!"
"Eleniel!"
Both dark haired Elves ran towards the she-Elf, breaking out of each other's hold as they ran towards her. The Elleth looked up from where she was now knelt on the floor; she sniffed and tried her best to calm her tears but could not. A weak smile appeared on her face as the most precious beings she held in her heart, above all, now knelt beside her, the taller one pulling her into his arms. "Dûrion." She sighed, feeling her tears stop as she was in the warm embrace from her husband.
"Aye, it is me." Dûrion smiled sadly, sighing loudly as his wife was alright.
"Nana, what's wrong?" Annatar asked, his pitch black eyes looked into her bright forest green one's.
Eleniel shook her head. She looked up into that of her husband's eyes and a few more tears escaped "They will not let us enter the city." She said, lowering her head. "They say that I must leave you both before I fall into the darkness myself."
"What foolishness!" Dûrion shouted, startling both his wife and child. He through several curses at the Valar, not once noticing the skies darkening even more.
Eleniel hushed her husband, trying to stop his curses at the gods of their people before he was to do something he would regret. Dûrion did listen and his curses came to a stop. "Forgive me." He said, burying his head into his wife's earth brown hair.
Annatar watched his mother and father carefully. He did not understand why the city of Gondolin would not let him or his father gain entry. He always thought it was because they chose to live outside the city, in a tiny forest away from any contact with another Elf. But his mother was aloud. He did not understand why.
Later on in his immortal life, he would know the exact reason as to why he was not aloud.
"My father and I were both born from darkness. My mother was born from a noble family within the house of Gondolin. When she had first met my father, she knew he was the one for her." Sauron told the ranger, his memories of when he was a child, his father telling his such stories, flashing before his eyes. "At that time, my father was living in the same forest, all alone, and it was by a small fate that they both met."
Aragorn leant back against his chair as the Lord told him the small story of his past. He knew the Lord would tell him all he wished to know for he wouldn't let such a small chance of trying to kill him past.
"When my mother told her family, they wished to see this Elf named Dûrion. So, my mother brought my father into Gondolin and instantly the hidden city was covered with a thick dark cloud hanging from the skies above. As she brought him into the house, where my mother's parents and brothers were, they immediately turned him down, yelling at their daughter and sister, screaming such things as...You should never have brought such a monster into our home and city!'." Sauron then laughed. "It's funny to think that my father never did anything evil or wrong yet he was still called a monster."
The ranger watched carefully as Legolas, Sauron, laughed hectically. He could have sworn he saw a tear fall from the dark eyes but it disappeared the second it fell. Suddenly, the laughter stopped and his eyes widened as soon as he saw Legolas' features twist, a small bead of sweat appearing on his brow.
"Ah, ah, ah." Sauron smiled, trying his best for the ranger not to see the painful expression he held. "Stay put or I will do something you will later regret." His voice was low and Aragorn did not know whether or not, he was talking to him or himself. Legolas' features then softened, his own hand was brought up to his head in which Sauron then wiped the sweat away. "Now, where was I…? Oh yes." Sauron smiled, continuing on with his small story…
… "My mother ran from the city with my father, both fleeing and ending up in the forest where my father had lived in seclusion. He told me that he had begged her to leave him but she would always come up with the same answer…You are my love and my soul. I cannot leave someone that means as much to me as you do… And so my father would lose but that did not stop him in bringing it up every time she came back after visiting her family, tears always falling from her face."
"After I was born, Gondolin sent their army to capture my father and mother to bring them to their Lord Turgon, the founder of the hidden city. He ordered that my father would hand me to him, wanting to hide me away from the world and be cared and looked for under him. And, do you know what my father said, Elessar?" Sauron faced the future King.
"That he would never hand you over so that you would never see the light of day." Aragorn answered, watching as the dark Lord smiled. That moment, Aragorn knew he had answered the question correctly.
"Very good." Sauron then continued "Turgon commanded that I and my father were to never leave that small forest until the ending of the world. I was never told these terms until after I had left the forest to go in search for some sort of adventure. I was a rather wild child, Elessar. Whenever I had the thought of adventure, nothing would be able to stop me."
"That is hard to believe." Aragorn said sarcastically, causing the Lord to laugh.
"I would have none of that, dear King." Sauron still laughed, although anger burned within his dark eyes as he looked into those of the stormy grey ones. Soon, the Lord of shadows sighed, his eyes closing briefly as he said "I fear that you will not be able to ask me the last two questions."
Aragorn furrowed his brow "What do you mean?" He said as he leant forwards.
"The Dwarf. He went to get your brothers, yes? I believe they are on their way now."
Gimli ran through the halls of Edoras as he shouted and called for Elladan and Elrohir. He ignored all the stares the guards and servants sent his way for he could only think back to what the ranger was doing to his dear Elven friend. Just were on Arda did Aragorn learn the black speech of Mordor?! The same question always remained within his mind.
He came to a stop as he saw Éomer wondering the halls with Merry at his side, both were laughing and talking merrily with each other. The Dwarf was glad that the young Hobbit was feeling better once again but knew that Merry was still hurting deep down inside from being separated from his cousin. "Éomer!" He called to the man and he ran towards him, going as fast as his short, stumpy legs would take him.
Éomer and Merry ceased their laughter as they looked towards the shout from the Dwarf. Éomer smiled when he saw the small figure of the Dwarf running towards him and his child sized friend, but then it faded as he saw the worry and slight anger on Gimli's face. "Gimli, what is wrong?" He asked, kneeling to the ground when the Dwarf came to a stop in front of him.
"Where are Aragorn's brothers?" Gimli huffed "Where are Elladan and Elrohir?"
Éomer shook his head "I have not seen the twins since they had been attending to Legolas. Merry?" He turned to the Hobbit, watching as Merry brought a hand to his chin and then thought about where the twins might be or where he had seen them before.
"I think they were outside." Merry answered but before he could continue, Gimli ran towards the grand doors. "Gimli!" merry called after the Dwarf and then looked at the marshal of the Riddermark still kneeling on the floor.
Both nodded and ran after the Dwarf. They both were worried now. Maybe something had happened to Legolas while the twins were gone.
They didn't know how right they were.
Little did the twins know was that Gimli had just burst through the great doors leading into Edoras' golden hall as the sons of Elrond stood near the gates of leading into the King's city, watching as many of the injured back in Helms Deep came through the gates, laughing, crying and shouting for their loved ones that had come to greet them.
"Haldir!" Both twins shouted as they ran towards the March warden of Lothlórien, glad to see that he was in perfect health. Both enveloped him into an embrace, all three almost falling to the ground at the force the twins had ran into him at. "We are so glad that you are okay." They both smiled, pulling out of the embrace as Haldir laughed.
"It is good to see you too, as well." Haldir laughed, a big smile apon his ageless face. The March warden then let his smile drop, wanting to speak to the very person now on his mind "Where is the King?" He asked the twins. He followed their fingers as they pointed to the being he needed to speak to. "Hannon le." He said to the identical brothers placing a hand on one of their shoulder's before walking off towards the King.
Elladan and Elrohir followed Haldir as he now stood in front of the King of Rohan. Haldir bowed lowed and then slowly his smile appeared on his face once more "King Théoden of Rohan. We bring back your people that were severely injured in the battle at Helms Deep. All there wounds have been tended to and have healed extremely well."
"I thank you…" Théoden smiled, wanting to know the Elf's name that had brought the rest of his people back from the broken city.
"…Haldir, my King." Haldir bowed, showing his respect to the one who ruled over Rohan. He stood straight once more as he said "I must ask if we may have your leave. Many of my people fear the sea is calling for them and have succumbed to grief for the loss of their family and dear friends. We will need to return immediately."
"And that you can." Théoden smiled, gently placing a hand on Haldir's shoulder.
Haldir smiled and then with one finally bow, he turned and left, the twins following him as he walked over to the remaining troop of Elves.
Elladan and Elrohir almost gasped at the sheer size of what was left of the Elves that had come to aid in the battle against the minions of Saruman. Instead of there being the hundred and twelve faces they had remembered, only twenty seven now stood, most eyes full of grief for their fallen comrades. "So few have returned." The eldest son finally spoke, making the Elves turn and face the two sons of Elrond Peredhil.
Haldir nodded and faced the two "Eighty four of our kin died within the battle." The March warden's eyes were now clouded, grief beginning to hover in his blue eyes as he thought back to the amount of his friends he had to gather and then send them off to the halls of Mandos, caring for their bloody and beaten bodies. "Only two from Morbaneiâ live, that is Larien and Aranel…"
Before the March warden could continue, Elrohir interrupted "What of Sidhion? The Elf that ask for Larien's hand in marriage?" He asked, looking at the Lothlórien Elf and then towards the twenty seven to try and find the she-Elf.
"His wounds were too great. He died shortly after you left, infection bit at his wounds on his legs. There was nothing our healers could do, although they tried their best, they did not succeed. Larien and her personal guard, Aranel, left with his body, taking horses with them as they rode off in grief towards Imladris." Haldir told the two, his eyes down casted as he remembered the red haired Elf screaming and shouting as Sidhion said his last five words...
"I will always love you."
"Only eleven of the Elves from your realm of Imladris live, hopefully you have been able to recognise some faces." Haldir then said, hoping the two would see the faces of those they travelled with and grew up around but from the look in the identical eyes both held, Haldir should have known better then that, for the grief had changed the look on the Elves faces, making it harder for the twins to recognise their fathers friends. "Only nine from my Lady and Lord's realm live and from Mirkwood, only five." He finished and then turned back to the Elves, nodding at those in wearing the colours of Mirkwood.
Those five Elves bowed and then turned, running at their full speed, bringing their hoods up so that it was over their faces as they ran through the gates and into the wilds. Elladan and Elrohir made a move to stop them but Haldir held out a hand, stopping them the instant they took a step forwards. "They hope to return to their realm and see to their King." Haldir explained "War has begun in the woods of Thranduil and they only wish that they can die for their home and King, even if grief now gnaws at them."
Elladan and Elrohir swallowed together, their own grief, from the suffering of many, beginning to grow within their beings. They looked around at the Elven faces and could not believe the amount of loss they had suffered. It had almost seemed as if the Uruk-hai's main target had been them for even if they had lost less numbers than that of the mortals, they had loss much more precious lives than them.
Elves were not supposed to die. That is why they live forever.
The twins turned as they heard a shout from behind them. Both turned in unison and faced that of Gimli running towards them, followed by Éomer and Merry. They walked towards the running Dwarf, Haldir walking away and going back to the twenty seven of his kin left, and then stopped as Gimli now stood before them.
"What's wrong, Gimli?" Elrohir furrowed his brow, waiting for the Dwarf to give him an answer. Worry began to grow in him and he felt it within his brother as well. Gimli had been with Legolas and Aragorn and for the Dwarf to run done with much haste, only meant something had happened to the Prince.
"It's…Aragorn…Legolas…" Gimli puffed, trying his best to catch his breath from the long run he had just done.
"Breathe in and out, master Dwarf." Elladan knelt, coming to the Dwarves eye level.
Gimli did just that. It took a while for him to finally catch his breath and when he did and shouted out "Something's happened to Aragorn!" This caused Elladan, Elrohir, Merry and Éomer to widen their eyes as they thought it would have been Legolas in trouble "He suddenly began to speak that horrid speech of Mordor and…Hey!" He shouted after the twins sons of Elrond as they ran off before he could say any more.
"He's went and done something stupid again!" Elladan sent to his brother, running alongside his younger twin as they hurried off to the halls of Meduseld.
"Aye, that he has." Elrohir sent back, shouting at the guards to hurry and open the doors for them. As the guards did just that, sending them a worried looks as they rushed through the grand doors. Both twins bounding throughout the many corridors until they came across Legolas' room, the very person they were worried for, standing outside with his arms folded.
Aragorn stood and looked towards the sound of the light footsteps as they got closer to him. He looked up at his brothers who now stopped their hasty run a few feet from where he stood leaning against the door "I ask you not to come in." Aragorn said, turning from where he stood to re-enter the room where Legolas was staying in.
"Estel, what is the meaning of this?" Elladan growled, seeing his foster brother pause from where he opened the door the slightest bit.
"Give me two hours and I will explain to you everything then." The ranger told his brothers "You must trust me on this. Please, do not come in till then.."
Elladan was just about to storm on over to Aragorn when a hand apon his shoulder kept him back. The eldest twin faced the youngest, seeing Elrohir shake his head to say that he should just leave it at that and wait calmly for Aragorn to be finished with what he was doing. Elladan gave a light curse and then turned, walking away from the ranger and twin brother.
Elrohir ran after him and then turned back to face Aragorn as he did "Do not do anything you will regret." He sent to the future King before turning completely back to his older brother.
Aragorn sighed with a smile before it faded and he walked back into the room to face the dark Lord of Mordor.
Oooooooo! ;D The plot thickens. What will Aragorn do? AND what will Legolas do after he is control of his body once more? ;) I know, but you all don't, M'ahahaha! ;D Much quicker update today, well, it was before I realised what time it was last night and fell to sleep on my laptop -.- Anyway, Thank you all for reading and I hope you liked the chapter! :3
One thing!
1. Sauron's parents – Eleniel and Dûrion belong to me. I don't know Sauron's real parents (I don't think anyone does to be honest) so here are my own :)
That's it :P
Reviews;
Jasperslittlesister; I could never have forgotten you, mellon :D I am very sorry I haven't updated in awhile :/ Ahaha thank you :3 I hope that ranger knows what he is doing as well! :O You've got to love that twice-born Elf ;) Aww I am really glad you like her :3 I will try my best to add her in as much as I can :) I hope that this was, soon? ;)
LightsCDark; I can promise you, I will not kill Thranduil. Legolas would just die from that D: Aww that was cute bit wasn't it ;) Ahhh you will find that out soon, mellon ;D Join the fan club, everybody loves him ;3 Aahaha I could never afford one ;O I am too poor for that ;) I will keep to my HP ;D Ahaha my laptop is stupid sometimes... Ticks me off -.- Thank you! :D
BrightWatcher; That is very true. That ranger loves taking the lime light ;) Here he is again but I feel like Sauron took it this time ;D Ahaha thank you! :D
Calemireth; I am glad you do! ;D I hope you have enjoyed some parts of it, so far ;D There will be more, do not worry ;) Ah it would be, but that is easy, like you said ;) Aragorn likes being difficult, you see ;D I am glad you can't! Awwwww stop it...You are making me blush ;3 Aahaha It's probably Sauron to be honest ;D Here's your update, mellon-nin! :D
will zona; Thank you :3 Ah, that is okay, life tends to do that to people ;) Oh awesome! Yeah, the Hobbit film was the greatest! :D I can't wait either! I am so~~ excited for it! *-* Aww thank you, mellon :D
NIghtrunner144; Ahhh that is okay :) I just felt like I wasn't getting enough :o I hope your exams/controlled assessments go well! :D
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Frodo: You never did one of these in the last chapter. I am very disappointed in you, Sophie.
Please, I did not mean to Frodo. You know me, to lazy to write a few extra lines D:
Frodo: Well, I can't argue with that, but...
Hey! -.-
Frodo: ...I will forgive you.
Thanks Frodo :D
Frodo: IF, you upload another chapter by Wednesday.
I'll do my best!
Frodo: *Nods and walks back over to Sam and Gollum*
*Waves goodbye*
Namarië!
