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Note: Thanks for the reviews. This will be the last chapter of this story. Some reviewers asked me to do a last chapter so here it is. This will be when Legolas arrives in Valinor. Let's begin.
Thranduil turned around in the bed once more as strong arms encircled his waist. He snuggled into Glorfindel's arms and buried his face into the other elf's neck. "Meleth, we really should get up." The soft voice came but Thranduil did not answer.
He did not care as fingers ran down his chest, down over his stomach and after a few moments he growled softly when they stopped. "We can stay in bed all day." He offered while pinning Glorfindel down and going straight to the older elf's mouth as he devoured it.
Glorfindel laughed as he pushed Thranduil away. "Yes, we can but I thought you wanted to see Legolas. A ship has been seen on the horizon. The last ship to ever leave Middle Earth."
"Is Elrond hoping that the ship will bear Arwen as well as my son?" He trembled just a little. He had waited for years to hear these words. The next moment Glorfindel shot up and sat down next to him.
"No ship will bear Arwen hence. She has chosen to follow Aragorn. Elrond has known it for a long time now." Glorfindel sighed before leaving the bed and pulling on some clothes.
When the elf came walking by to get a shirt, Thranduil hooked his arms around Glorfindel's waist and pulled the elf down in his lap. Glorfindel shook with laughter until Thranduil began to suck on his ear gently. The elf released a low groan as he sank down against his husband.
Thranduil was a loving elf but even more so now that they were save in Valinor. Glorfindel had come to know the passionate and gentle side of Thranduil. The former king was always happy for his touch even as they had been living together for nearly 30 years now.
He turned his head and pulled the younger elf against him, kissing him hungrily. "Release me." He growled as he struggled against Thranduil. Dark blue eyes locked with his own and finally the elf did, allowing him to get up.
Glorfindel padded over to drawers to take out a fresh tunic. He opened the windows so the wind could get in and breeze through their rooms. The weather was slightly stormy which was strange but Glorfindel knew it would pass as soon as the sun hit the mountains.
He could hear Frodo and Bilbo pass right outside his rooms. They were probably waiting for him to come outside. A soft knock came and after making sure Thranduil was decent he walked to the door to open it.
"Lord Glorfindel, your presence is requested by lord Elrond…oh my…is that king Thranduil?" Bilbo looked stunned as he beheld the former king sitting on the bed.
"Hello, master Baggins." Thranduil said with a smile and a nod of the blond head. "But how did you come to be here, my lord? I thought that this was lord Glorfindel's private chambers?"
"It is. I merely share them with him. He is my husband." Thranduil explained as he rose. He accepted Glorfindel's hand and said. "We hid it well. But it is of now matter now. You were saying our presence was required?"
"Oh yes, he said that you were to go down to the beach. A ship is due to arrive within the hour." Those words send a shiver of anticipation down Thranduil's back as he realized his son was actually arriving. The years of waiting would finally be over and his son would heal in Valinor.
Thranduil did not remember how they eventually got down to the beach but they did. A ship had docked there but no elves seem to be there. "We are too late?" He asked, turning back to Glorfindel.
"Nay, you moron, this ship came in last week. The other ship has yet to come in and will come in at the docks." Glorfindel grinned at him. Thranduil glared at him, saying. "If you keep telling me this then you may find yourself sleeping on the couch for the next few nights."
Thranduil felt rather then saw Glorfindel's arm encircle his waist as the elf drew him against him. "Need I remind you that it is my room that we are sleeping in?" The voice was a soft growl in his ear.
"No you need not but I will find a different room to sleep in then. You will beg for my companionship after the second night. You were always weak like that." The former king joked softly as the Balrog slayer shook with laughter.
"Weak? I have waited without complaining, mind you, for 1000 years for you. I even allowed you to go back to your wife if you had wanted to." Gentle kisses accompanied the words as Thranduil shuddered every so gently.
"You would never have survived that, Glorfindel. But come and let me walk. I desire to see my son." Thranduil felt the soft humming of his mate as Glorfindel did not speak a word.
Finally they reached the docks. The ship was closer now but still more then a quarter of an hour away. Thranduil could see a short stout creature standing on the brow of the ship and he spoke in puzzled amazement. "Did Legolas bring a dwarf with him to the undying lands?"
"It seems so. That is Gimli, son of Gloin. Remember, the one you imprisoned." Glorfindel's voice was once more teasing and Thranduil turned his best glare at the elf. "Yes, you are sleeping on the couch, my darling. Just keep pressing your luck and you will spend many more nights alone."
Yet he did not hear Glorfindel's comment as the ship finally docked. He stood up as if in a dream and when finally the inhabitants of the ship descended, he ran to the docks, not caring who saw him. He could see Gimli had aged much. And the dwarf was being greeted by lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel.
Legolas had his arms firmly around Elanie as he greeted her, swinging her around as she laughed happily. Legolas was smiling widely as well as he finally reunited with his mother who he had not seen since childhood.
Finally Thranduil walked forward, trembling gently as Legolas allowed Elanie to run her hands over his face. The male elf was smiling beautifully at his mother. "Have you seen Ada, Naneth? I long to finally see him."
"Here I am, my son." Thranduil found himself saying and startled, Legolas turned to him.
The prince was silent as he looked at the elf that raised him, the elf who sired him and whose eyes were burning with unshed tears at seeing his son whole in Valinor. The light in his father's eyes was burning with a hidden light. The light that shone in the eyes of all those who were bonded.
His eyes shot to his mother but her eyes were empty. What did this mean? He could see a familiar figure standing behind Thranduil, same golden hair as his Ada.
He felt his mother release him and then he took a step forward to embrace his father. Thranduil wept unashamedly as he finally held his son in his arms once more. "I thought you would never come, Legolas."
"I could not have lingered any more, Ada. But I had promised Aragorn that I would stay until he died. He died last spring and now I am finally here. But Ada tell me, please, I wish to know. You are bonded but to who. To Naneth still?" Legolas whispered softly as Thranduil drew back smiling.
"Nay, my son. Your mother realized that it would make me very unhappy as beautiful and loving as she is, she is not the right elf for me any more. I have done what I came to do all along."
"You are bonded to Glorfindel, Atar, are you not?" The younger elf grinned all of a sudden and he released his Atar to sprint to Glorfindel, who had gone to speak to Gimli. The Balrog slayer turned just in time to catch the prince as he launched himself at him, cheering happily and nearly knocking them both over.
"Now what is the foolish elf so happy about?" Gimli grumbled as Glorfindel steadied himself, grinning as well as he drew Legolas into his embrace.
"For he has found another who is as dear to him as a father, master Gimli." Thranduil's booming voice answered and the dwarf stared wide eyed at Thranduil. "I hope you accept my apology on behalf of your father, master dwarf. I do not wish for it to stand in our way."
"Most certainly, king Thranduil." Gimli answered, slightly stunned but bowing none the less.
"I am not a king here. I am merely husband to lord Glorfindel and father to Legolas." If Gimli could have been any more stunned it might have been at that moment when Legolas threw himself once more at his father, this time knocking them both off the docks and into the water. Glorfindel's laughter could be heard far and wide as he sprang after his husband and they left Gimli wondering if it had been such a good idea to come and stay with those foolish elves for all eternity. But he knew that they were all happy and that was what counted.
The end
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