History's Ashes and Future's Flame

Last chapter :'(

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This was written: 5th February 14

Chapter 21

Future's Flame

Even though the past is filled with tears,

And the present feels in vain.

Just think ahead to those years,

You'll spend in futures flame.

Here there was no desire to argue, and out when the hands in the grip of friendship, all for one who'd been through the ashes of the past, but was looking foreword to the flame of the future. Amerlas smiled, now free of his hood, everyone could see. His two 'families' could live in peace and friendship and he was seeing before his keen eyes.

And it was a huge relief.

"Please do forgive any problems caused by my father or his kin, I do believe that is passed." Arthur smiled respectfully pairing off with Thranduil at the head of the table.

"I agree, may your knights dine with my closest and we shall feast in friendship and peace!"

Thranduil announced. Amerlas quickly left, feeling totally underdressed, he finally decided to explore the contents of his closet. A warm, white almost silver tunic, not unlike Legolas' formal wear was the first Amerlas decided to try; he decide a pair of dark green breeches was a safe option and Amerlas decide it would do for now. And, for once Amerlas left his weapons on his table, finally feeling not threat amongst his friends.

Platter after platter was laid, salted meat and smoked fish, stretched across the centre and all around where placed plates of all manner of vegetation, from herbed mushrooms and smoked beans to salted kale and seaweed. It was indeed a fine spread.

"So you're a proper lord, clothes and all!" Gwaine laughed, playfully nibbling fish.

"This is the first time I've worn…" Amerlas flicked his tunic, "this!"

"Well it suits you, I always thought you looked 'regal'!" He laughed again and Tauriel smirked from across the table, feeling slightly awkward between Leon and Elyan laughing on one side and Ireth and Min gossiping on the other.

"You ok over there!" Laughed Amerlas, seeing Tauriel's awkwardness.

"I guess, at least Min has a friend and these two are in fine spirits!" Tauriel smirked indicating the people beside her.

"Ah, well Sir Leon and Sir Elyan, lets say, know how to party." Gwaine laughed loudly.

"You can talk!" Amerlas nudged his best friend playfully in the ribs.

"So are you two like…" Gwaine started and Amerlas cut him off before he really began.

"No! Ha! Gosh no!" Amerlas chocked slightly and Tauriel joined him catching on.

"I think I best introduced myself," Tauriel smiled broadly, "Tauriel, Captain of the Guard." She extended her hand to Gwaine who took it happily, "So is it like, woman rule everything here or are you an exception?"

"Exception, defiantly, I can believe it either and it's been what sixteen years." Tauriel laughed again.

"I guessing the times are different because you…"

"No times the same, just age, bird brain!" Amerlas laughed swatting Gwaine over the head. "Anyways I believe, Thranduil is waving me over, more introductions I guess."

Tauriel headed off and Gwaine leaned in to a smirking Amerlas, he knew what was coming, "If your not, I wouldn't mind. She's quite a woman." He chuckled.

"Not on the other side of a sword." Amerlas laughed, "Min, Ireth;" The girls turned, "This is Gwaine."

The introductions went on and soon no-one was sat where they began. Tauriel was now seated next to smirking, bright Gwaine. Min and Ireth were in deep conversation with Lancelot and Leon, Percival and Elyan was sat with a few of the closer guardsmen, Eraenen and Isuldir. Amerlas was in deep conversation at the head of the table with Thranduil, Legolas and Arthur.

They warm summer sky was beginning to darken and all around the encased, entwining branches held candles in green glass cases; giving the whole hall and beautiful emerald glow.

"Well today has been, well unexplainable!" Laughed Arthur taking another sip at his wine.

"I agree, I strange, but I cannot thank you and your father enough for caring for Lord Amerlas, even if he didn't know it at the time. You kept him an elf and I cannot express my gratitude to you." Thranduil bowed his head as Amerlas' checks flushed pink with embarrassment. "All the thanks cannot be to me, after we were attacked I have not seen him until now." Arthur smiled sighing contently.

"I guess that is thanks to Ghist." Legolas smiled slapping Amerlas lightly on the back,

"Where is Ghist?" Amerlas enquire looking wearily around the room.

"I'm not sure." Legolas called to Tauriel who returned with a blank face and a shake of her head, "Black haired, ruff looking." Arthur asked remember the absent man.

"Yes, he hasn't changed much by the sound of… Ah Ghist?" Legolas' face dropped and Ghist stumbled in to the room face set with horror, "What's wrong?"

"Ellhor." Ghist grunted.

"Ellhor, he's here? How did he get here? Is he ok?" Amerlas rose to his feet along with Legolas.

"Who is Ellhor?" Arthur asked blankly panicking slightly.

"He is one half of our ravens and he is dying!" Arthur leapt up, "The ravens, you said, quickly we must save him."

"Arthur, Amerlas, Thranduil, Legolas and any other who wish to follow." Ghist left quickly a small group following him.

Ellhor was deathly pale, almost translucent. His breathing was rasping and shallow and he laid unmoving eyelids drooping and threatening to close. "Ellhor, please stay awake, mellon-nin (my friend)!" Ellhor opened his eyes slowly and smiled, "He is here."

"Yes Ellhor, you can be reunited." That's when Amerlas saw the black strands of slick hair splayed over the pillow, he recognised the high cheekbones and the warm blue eyes. "Raven. I'm the other raven." He stammered and instantly everyone was silent hardly breathing as they looked down at the dying elf.

"I must reunite the ravens, father and …" Ghist muttered.

"Son…" Ellhor rasped raising his hand towards Amerlas who froze.

Within that minute no words were passed and father and son meet again, friends and family looked on as the raven elf took his last shaky breath and a single tear fell lonely to the pale cheek, "I am no monster, I am your son."

End of Chapter

Trying not to cry!

This is the end my friends, but defiantly gonna write a sequel soon, just can't stay away!

Next story will probably be an Avenger - Clint/Hawkeye centred fan fiction, probably about how he was persuaded by Phil Coulson to leave the army and join S.H.E.I.L.D!

Farewell my friends! ;)