Two days have passed since the Battle on the Pelennor fields.
The bodies of their enemies have been burned.
The bodies of the soldiers, their comrades, have been buried and honor was given to them all.
The injured have been healing.
But they have all known.
It could be smelled in the air.
It could be felt in the wind.
It could be tasted in the water.
It was far from over yet.
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Haldir caressed Ruth's cheek. Aragorn had said that Ruthímiel would be alright. He had said that their precious friend was merely sleeping and regaining strength, but not even that knowledge has managed to calm Haldir's heart. If he concentrated he could feel Ruth's power. He was alright. With just a bit more concentration, Haldir could even feel the strength of their child.
But what Haldir wanted, what he needed was for Ruth to wake up.
For two days Haldir has sat by Ruthímiel's side, waiting for him to open those amazing eyes, to smile at Haldir and return his touches.
But none of that happened.
Ruthímiel lay in bed peacefully, without making a sound or moving at all.
Ruth's left arm was in a cast. His right arm was wrapped in a bandage that was dipped in the healing water Aragorn had made. Color had slowly returned to Ruth's skin and lips. The dark circles disappeared from under his eyes almost completely, but he had yet to awaken.
Haldir sighed and lied down. He carefully wrapped an arm around Ruth's waist and kissed his forehead. Ruth's head was turned towards him and if Haldir tried really hard, he could pretend he was simply watching over his lover while Ruth got some quick rest.
Haldir closed his eyes and imagined Ruth was awake. He imagined they were in Lothlórien in their room, enjoying their time together. They wouldn't talk. They wouldn't sleep. They would simply enjoy each other's company. Ruth would probably start to sing and Haldir would listen, soaking in the velvety sweetness of Ruth's beautiful voice with every fiber of his being.
Without really thinking about what he was doing, Haldir started to sing.
"Amin ilnowuva en' lle.
Ilruuka er kaima.
Tella're Amin garthaya ten lle.
A're ten lle ilnaa sinome.
Naur naara nayamen.
Dome naa dina ar' ringwe.
Eller ilnaa n'uma parma e' palurin
e' man lye nam quenaya.
Amin ilnowuva en' lle.
Ten arma waanuva.
A're amin khila ed' karkor
Ar' Tul're amine esta utaya.
Naa dina! Ilquena!
Arma harna sal'.
Er ya ona ilnat-
iloio caela ilnat.
Lasta arma ar nalla,
ar' feitha ten quelin rer.
Lle naya belegin Tul're
Iire winya Anoron rusva."
Haldir sighed and slowly opened his eyes only to lose his breath, for he found himself gazing into a pair of out-worldly eyes which were smiling lovingly at him.
"Now I know who will sing lullabies to our son," Ruth whispered lovingly and Haldir regained his breath.
"Ruth..."
"Hush…" Ruth murmured and slowly raised his right hand to cup Haldir's cheek lovingly. He moved, careful of his left arm and kissed his proud Elf.
Haldir moaned and kissed him back, hoping he could convey how much he loved Ruth, how much he had missed him and just how happy he was to have him back with that single kiss.
"Thank you. Thank you for sitting beside me," Ruth whispered and buried his face in Haldir's chest.
"Please do not make a habit of it," Haldir muttered brokenly as he buried his face in Ruth's hair and Ruth chuckled.
"I won't," he said and silence settled between them. Ruth sighed when Haldir started rubbing small circles into Ruth's back.
"Have they decided on our next move?" Ruth asked after a moment.
"No. I do believe that the others are gathered in the Throne Room discussing that question right now."
Ruth sighed and nodded. "We should be there," he said and Haldir moved back a little.
"No. You have only just woken up..." he insisted avidly only to have Ruth interrupt him calmly.
"And whatever they decide I will not be joining you."
Haldir could do nothing but open his lips, gaping at Ruth in shock, unable to find words to say. He had thought Ruth would argue with him about this, but one glance in Ruth's eyes told Haldir more than enough.
"I have interfered too much already," Ruth spoke quietly, licking dry lips. "I am the Guardian of Life; one of the most powerful creatures in the universe. I am not allowed to change the course of destiny and I have already changed a lot. I merely wish to be there and help with planning if I can."
Haldir swallowed, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that if there would be a battle Ruth would willingly stay out of.
Ruth laughed at Haldir's bewildered look and slowly rose into a sitting position. "I have never thought that I would live to see the day where you would be completely speechless," he said and threw his legs over the side of the bed.
That snapped Haldir out of stupor and he got up quickly to help Ruth stand.
Ruth chuckled again and leaned on Haldir. "If you are so watchful over me, I cannot help but wonder just how watchful you will be over our son," Ruth said as they started to walk out of the room, only for Haldir to halt in his step.
"Wait..." he said and looked down at Ruth. "Son?"
Ruth nodded with a small, loving smile. "Yes, Haldir," he whispered, "son."
Haldir swallowed over a lump in his throat. He placed his left hand on Ruth's lower abdomen and rested his forehead on Ruth's. Ruth covered Haldir's hand with his and nuzzled his nose against Haldir's.
"Our son," Haldir whispered and a small smile tilted his lips.
It is wonderful, isn't it?
How in the darkest hours one can still find a speck of light.
And how so little is needed to bring hope back into weary hearts.
"Our son."
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"Frodo has passed beyond my sight," Gandalf spoke. He stood on the balcony of the Throne room overlooking the city and the Pelennor fields. Many tents were raised there. The Free Folk of Middle Earth was stationed there waiting for orders.
"The darkness is growing," Radagast spoke mournfully.
"If Sauron had the Ring we would know it," Aragorn answered what everyone has been wondering about in their hearts.
The Numenórean was standing beside the Steward's Chair. Gimli was sitting in the chair while Boromir, Faramir and Legolas stood beside Aragorn. Theodred and Eomer were sitting on the steps leading to the Throne of the King and Viresse and Luinil were standing close to Radagast.
Théoden was in the houses of healing. He lost his right arm in battle, but he would survive. They lost many, but not as many as they thought they would. Had Ruth not destroyed the Nazgul their losses would be greater. The pain was big, but it could have been bigger.
"It is only a matter of time," Gandalf said and turned to look at everyone. "He has suffered defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping."
"Let him stay there," Gimli drawled, puffing on a pipe. "Let him rot! Why should we care?"
"Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Orodruin."
Every head in the room turned towards the entrance and their breaths caught in their throats.
"Harry!" Viresse and Luinil shouted and the she-Elf broke into a run.
Ruth cried out in pain when she jumped at him and tackled him to the ground.
"Viresse!" Haldir snapped and the she-Elf jumped off of Ruth, and Haldir hurriedly helped Ruth stand as the Istar rubbed his broken arm with an expression of pain on his face.
"I am so sorry!" Viresse moaned. "I just – I'm so..."
"What did you call me?" Ruth cut her off in a wavering voice, staring at her with eyes narrowed in confusion.
Luinil walked over to them and Ruth looked at him. In their eyes he could see recognition and familiarity. He could see joy and sadness. He could see love.
And his heart ached.
"Don't you recognize us, Harry?" Luinil spoke with a familiar crooked smile on his lips and Ruth's breath hitched in his throat when Viresse's bottom lip quivered and he saw her pull on her fingers in that oh-so-familiar way.
"It cannot be..." he whispered as tears filled his eyes. "It cannot..."
"You stupid, stupid boy!" Viresse cried out and enveloped Ruth into a hug, this time watchful of his injuries.
Ruth's eyes were wide and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He carefully wrapped his arms around Viresse and looked at Luinil. The tall Elf walked closer and wrapped his arms around the both of them.
"Hermione? Ron?" Ruthímiel gasped breathlessly, tightening his hold on them.
"We're here, Harry," Luinil whispered and buried his face in Ruth's hair. "We're with ya, mate."
Ruth breathed out a pained gasp and buried his face in Viresse's hair. He hugged her as tightly as he could while others watched in confusion. Haldir looked at Radagast and saw him smiling lovingly at the three.
Haldir's gaze met Boromir's and the Warrior of Gondor nodded shortly. "Luinil and Viresse are reincarnations of Ruth's friends; Hermione and Ron," he said. "After hundreds of years they have finally been reunited."
Haldir looked at the three and his heart warmed.
The three parted and Ruth rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand taking a few steps back. "I thought I would never see you again," he said.
Luinil snorted, trying to hide his tears, while Viresse openly cried with a huge smile on her pretty face.
"The Valar decided to bring us back. They know of the guilt you still carry in your heart. They know you have yet to let go. We were brought back with a message for you," she spoke and Ruth frowned at her in confusion.
"We were supposed to tell you that you have found your place," Luinil took over, rubbing the back of his head with his right hand. "Everyone is still watching over you, mate, and they want you to be happy. Your parents, Ginny, James, Lilly - everyone wants you to find happiness at last, and we were chosen to come back and help you find peace."
"The Powers That Be knew that you were still feeling guilty," Viresse spoke and rolled her eyes in exasperation, although she couldn't remove the silly grin off of her lips. "So they have allowed us to come back so that you could finally let go and allow yourself to be truly happy."
Ruth looked at Haldir with tears streaming down his cheeks and the Elf wrapped his left arm around Ruth's waist.
While they didn't understand everything, the others could see the shadows which were always in Ruth's eyes clear. They weren't gone, they would never be completely gone, but Ruth's heart has finally found peace. Ruthímiel the Green has finally found closure.
"We're together now," Viresse said and Ruth nodded at her. He looked around and his heart clenched as he looked at his family and friends.
"I am happy to see all of you alive," he spoke in a wavering voice.
"And we are happy to see you awake, lad," Gimli said. "I think you've made us worry enough."
Ruth chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yes. One of the reasons why I have decided to only serve as councilor from now on."
"One of the reasons?" Theodred asked and Ruth nodded.
"I interfered enough as it is. Mother came to me while I slept. I have been forgiven for interfering, but at a certain price. I must stay away from any further battles lest I will lose my position and powers."
"You would not join the battle either way," Haldir growled darkly and Ruth looked at him with a smile.
"I have already said that I wouldn't, Haldir," Ruth assured his beloved.
"I know," Haldir stated dryly and straightened, shooting Ruth a pointed stare and the Green Istar sighed with an eye-roll.
"I can't believe I have lived to see the day when you would stay away from battle." Luinil teased with a grin and Ruth shrugged.
"I have more than myself to think about now," he said and looked at Haldir.
"You should take a seat," Haldir said and Ruth nodded.
Gimli stood up as Haldir led Ruth over to the Steward's Chair, and Ruth smiled lovingly at Haldir after he took a seat.
As he watched at the scene revolving in front of him, a frown of thoughtfulness marred Gandalf's face. A moment later wonder entered his eyes, only to be replaced quickly with amusement and joy. "If I may make an observation…"
Everyone looked at Gandalf and raised eyebrows when they saw in his twinkling eyes.
"Oh Merlin, he reminds me of Dumbledore," Luinil groaned and Viresse rolled her eyes while Ruth laughed quietly and shook his head.
The Green Istar looked at Gandalf and his eyes shone for a second, while a mischievous smile tilted his lips. "What do you see, Gandalf?" he asked.
"Oh, by my hat and pipe!" Radagast cried out drawing everyone's attention to himself.
The Brown Istar's eyes were wide and he was pointing at Ruthímiel with a shaking hand. Ruth started snickering and he covered his mouth with his right hand as though he was trying to stop himself from laughing out loud.
Haldir raised an eyebrow at his lover, but a small smile tilted his lips and he straightened with pride before glancing at Faramir.
Boromir was looking his at his younger brother with a raised eyebrow, for it has been long, much too long since he had last seen Faramir smile, let alone heard him stifle a lough.
"Can anyone tell us what is going on?" Gimli snapped in annoyance.
"You are – You are with child!" Radagast whimpered and Ruth finally stopped chuckling while all those who didn't know looked at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
"Yes, Radagast. I am with child," Ruth said. "Another reason why I won't join you in battle."
"But – But how can it be?" Aragorn wondered breathlessly turning to Luinil and Viresse when they laughed happily.
"Nothing is impossible for you, is it?" Viresse asked and Ruth smiled at her.
"I am of Magic, my long lost sister, and nothing is impossible to Magic."
"You knew!" Boromir accused his brother and Faramir shrugged.
"I found out before the battle."
"And you fought?!" Boromir thundered and rounded on Ruth, only to have his anger blow out at the sight of the sad smile tilting Ruth's lips.
"How many would have been lost to us had I not fought?" Ruth asked. He bowed his head and placed his right hand on his stomach. "Both of us are alright. Our son is strong already. I am a little over a month pregnant and yet I can already feel his strength."
"Son?" Legolas asked and Ruth looked at him with a small smile.
"Yes. Son."
"You have seen him, haven't you?" Gandalf concluded with a knowing gleam in his eyes, and Ruth nodded.
"Right before the Witch-King of Angmar tried to kill me," he said and closed his eyes. "Right before his flail fell. I have seen a boy. I have heard him call for me." Ruth opened his eyes and looked at Haldir. "Tegalad."
"Light-bringer," Aragorn said and everyone looked at him as he slowly walked forward. Ruth stood up when Aragorn stopped in front of him and the Numenórean hugged the Wizard gently, smiling when Ruth hugged him back. "A good name. I congratulate you, my brother. May he be as strong, and wise, and pure at heart as you are."
They parted and Ruth was immediately pulled into Boromir's arms. "I wish you all the best, brother," Boromir whispered and looked at Faramir with a huge grin. "You hear that, Mir?! We're going to be uncles!"
Faramir laughed and shook his head at his Boromir. "Yes, brother," he glanced at Ruth with a small smile. "We're going to be uncles."
"I hate to break this joyful occasion." Everyone turned towards the door and tensed up when they found Gamling standing in the doorway. He looked pale and shaken and everyone's hearts skipped a beat.
"What is it, Gamling?" Eomer asked.
"I was just going for the Houses of Healing when I saw something in the East," Gamling said and pointed towards the balcony. Everyone walked closer and looked to the East only to lose their breaths.
The sky in Mordor was on fire.
"Oh, heavens…" Ruth whispered and fisted his hand over his heart. Haldir wrapped an arm around Ruth's shoulders, pulling him to his side in a quiet offer of comfort.
"It is too late," Theodred whispered.
"No. Frodo still has the Ring," Ruth said and everyone looked at him.
"How do you know that?" Gandalf asked and Ruth faced him.
"The spells you put on the Hobbits," Faramir recalled and everyone looked at him, while Ruth nodded.
"Yes," Ruth said and looked at Gandalf. "I have placed a containing charm on the Ring and invisibility spells on their cloaks. They left Osgiliath 5 days ago through the Isenmouthe passage. They should reach the Plains of Gorgoroth sometime today."
"And with Sauron's armies regrouping, there is no way for them to reach Orodruin," Gandalf concluded, gripped his staff tightly and bowed his head in pain. "I have sent them to their deaths," he whispered brokenly.
"No," Aragorn spoke up. "There is still hope for Frodo. He needs time and safe passage across the Plains of Gorgoroth." He smirked when everyone looked at him with poorly concealed hope. "We can give him that."
"How?" Haldir asked.
"Draw out Sauron's armies. Empty his lands." Aragorn planned quickly. "Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate."
"We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms," Eomer spoke, but there was a strange light in his eyes.
"Not for ourselves," Ruth spoke up, catching up to what Aragorn wanted to say.
"What we can do is give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us," Aragorn said and looked at Gandalf with a small smirk. "Keep him blind to all else that moves."
"A diversion?" Legolas smirked and Gimli chuckled and gripped his axe.
"Certainty of death? Small chance of success?" he smirked and stood to his full height. "What are we waiting for?"
"Sauron will suspect a trap," Radagast murmured and Gandalf nodded.
"I doubt he will take the bait," the Gray Istar warned.
"Oh, I think he will," Ruth drawled and everyone looked at him. He was looking at Aragorn and the heir of Kings nodded at him. "With the right bait, he will fall right into our hands."
"Does that mean I have your blessing?" Aragorn asked.
Ruth smiled at him and walked over to stand in front of Isildur's Heir. Aragorn bowed his head and Ruth cupped his face within small hands. He closed his eyes and kissed Aragorn's forehead before he rested his forehead on Aragorn's.
"I, Calenim'othar, do hereby grant you my blessing to walk the plains of the Void," Ruth whispered and light shone between them. Ruth let go of a wavering breath and took a step back. "This will work only once, Aragorn," he warned with a pointed stare. "Make. It. Count," he accented each word with a jab to Aragorn's chest.
"I will," Aragorn promised, turned on his heel, and left the room without another word.
"Prepare," Ruth spoke up, drawing everyone's attention. "Gamling, run and inform everyone that they shall be summoned to arms before nightfall. Tomorrow you march for the Gates of Mordor." The man who was silent until then bowed quickly and ran out of the room.
"Ruth..."
"You must join your men, Haldir," Ruth interrupted his lover before turning to look at him, and Haldir straightened and nodded minutely in acceptance.
"What will Aragorn do?" Theodred asked.
"He will look into the Palantír," Ruth said and walked over to take a seat in the Steward's Chair.
"What?!" several incredulous cries made Ruth jump slightly before he took a seat.
"What else would bring Sauron to sending his forces out of Mordor? He still doesn't know that the Heir of Isildur has come forth and that he is ready to take his place on the throne of Minas Tirith. The moment he finds that out..."
"He will do everything in his might to kill him," Viresse finished for him and Ruth nodded.
"What did you do to him?" Luinil asked.
"I protected his mind," Ruth said. "I placed a shield around his thoughts. Sauron will be able to communicate with him, but he will not see anything Aragorn doesn't want him to see."
"Isn't that meddling?" Viresse asked smugly and Ruth smirked at her, making everyone but Haldir, Viresse and Luinil shiver.
"Now, now, my dear," he drawled dryly, reminding his reincarnated friends exactly why the Sorting Hat had wanted to place him into the Slytherin house, and showing his new family that there was indeed far more to the Green Istar than everyone had ever assumed. "I was merely trying to keep my dear friend safe. I do not see how I meddled in something I shouldn't be meddling in."
Viresse giggled and shook her head. "You have changed," she said. "You have grown even more powerful and you no longer doubt yourself."
Ruth shrugged and looked at Haldir. "One could say that I have finally found my strength," he said and Haldir smiled at him. A cold wind passed down their backs and their breaths caught in their throats. Ruth let go of a heavy breath and closed his eyes, leaning on Haldir for support.
"It has been done," Gandalf muttered. A moment later Aragorn walked in. He was pale, but his eyes shone with determination. He swallowed and looked at each one of them separately, before nodding minutely and straightening.
"We march at dawn."
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Ruth shivered as he stood on the balcony of his and Haldir's room. Watchful of his broken arm, he pulled the thick scarf Matron Rosemary gave to him closer around his neck and looked at the darkened sky. He swallowed difficulty and closed his eyes.
"Roads go ever, ever on, over rock and under tree; by caves where never sun has shone, by streams that never find the sea," he whispered under his breath as he rubbed his stomach lovingly. "Over snow by winter sown and through merry flowers of June; over grass, over stone and under mountains in the moon."
As he sang Ruth started to sway. The wind warmed and danced around him and a slight light started to glimmer in the chilly midnight air.
"Roads go ever, ever on; under cloud and under star. Yet feet that wondering have gone, turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen and horror in the halls of stone, look at last on meadows green and trees and hills they long have known."
Unaware that Haldir was watching him leaning against the doorframe leading to the balcony, Ruth danced with the wind, his voice echoing in the night.
"The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow if I can. Pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way, where many paths and errands meet and wither then? I cannot say."
Haldir smiled and pushed away from the doorframe. Ruth's breath hitched in his throat as Haldir took his right hand in his left. The Elf smiled down at his lover and placed his right hand on Ruth's thin waist. Ruth beamed up at Haldir and rested his broken arm on Haldir's shoulder as he continued to sing.
"The road goes ever on and on, out from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone; let others follow if they can! Let them a journey new begin, but I at last with weary feet, will turn towards the lighted inn my evening-rest and sleep to meet."
Haldir spun them over the balcony, neither aware that Ruth's voice has been carried with the wind over the city and that many heads were turned up and many were listening to the song sung with so much emotion.
"Still 'round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate; and though I oft have passed them by, a day will come at last when I shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun." The moment Ruth finished singing Haldir stopped and leaned down to kiss him.
"It will not be me singing lullabies to our son at all times," Haldir whispered against Ruth's lips and Ruth laughed.
"We shall sing them together." Haldir chuckled and nodded.
Ruth sighed, hugged Haldir to the best of his abilities and rested his head on Haldir's chest. Haldir wrapped his arms protectively around Ruth and kissed the crown of his head. "Ilnaa lle ringwe?" (Are you not cold?) Haldir asked and Ruth tiled his head back to look in Haldir's eyes.
"Not when I have you to keep me warm," he whispered. Haldir bowed down and kissed him chastely, only for Ruth to deepen the kiss and moan lowly. "Love me tonight, my beloved lord," Ruth murmured against Haldir's lips and the Elf shivered with want.
"Ruthímiel..."
"Love me." Ruth kissed Haldir's lips as he started to walk backwards, pulling Haldir along. " I wish for my skin to burn with the memory of your touch until you come back to me." The back of Ruth's legs hit the bed and he took a seat looking up at Haldir.
Ruth started dragging his good hand down Haldir's chest, the buttons of Haldir's shirt popping out of their holes as Ruth's fingers passed over them. Haldir shrugged off his shirt and Ruth moved back on the bed as the Elf crawled over him. Haldir leaned down and kissed Ruth as the Istar entwined his fingers in Haldir's silky hair.
"Amin mela lle, amin Calenim'othar," (I love you, my green paladin.) Haldir whispered against Ruth's lips and kissed down Ruth's chin.
Ruth breathed a sigh when Haldir nipped down the smooth column of that pale neck and pushed his hands under Ruth's shirt. "Ar' amin mela lle, Haldir. Amin mela lle." (And I love you, Haldir. I love you.)
Haldir carefully took Ruth's shirt off before he kissed his lover again and dragged his right hand up Ruth's side while he leaned on his left elbow as not to crush the smaller man.
Ruth rested his broken arm above his head while he cupped the back of Haldir's neck with his good hand and deepened the kiss. He moaned and arched closer to Haldir when the Elf rubbed his chest and passed with his thumb over one sensitive nipple.
Haldir moved lower and licked Ruth's other nipple, making the Istar hiss and arch closer to him. He kissed down the middle of Ruth's chest and stopped at his lower abdomen, kissing Ruth's stomach and rubbing his cheek against it, and Ruth laughed breathlessly when Haldir's hair tickled his sides. Haldir smirked up at his lover as he unbuttoned Ruth's pants and pushed one hand inside them.
"Haldir!" Ruth moaned when the Elf grasped his straining member and gave it a slow tug before he continued pushing Ruth's pants down.
The Elf kissed Ruth's inner thighs as he climbed back up slowly and gently nipped on Ruth's hipbones, making Ruth twitch and his breath hitch in his throat as Haldir bypassed his aching need.
"Tease," Ruth hissed and his hand fisted in Haldir's hair when the Elf's breath fanned over Ruth's cock. He arched off of the bed when Haldir' licked the underside of his straining member and he cursed when the Elf's warm, wet mouth closed over the head of his hard length. "Heavens!" he gasped and squeezed his eyes tightly shut when Haldir started bobbing his head up and down, sucking on him as though he was tasting ambrosia.
Haldir rubbed Ruth's sides with his hands and reached up with his right. He let go of Ruth's member, moved up and took one nipple in his mouth as his fingers caressed Ruth's lips.
Taking the hint, Ruth took two of Haldir's fingers into his mouth and sucked, moaning when Haldir ground his hips against his, rubbing his sensitive cock in a slow, teasing rhythm, taking a deep breath when Haldir pulled his fingers out of Ruth's mouth.
Haldir raised his head and kissed Ruth hard as he gently probed the Wizard's entrance with his saliva sleek fingers. They entered Ruth almost easily, the tight heat tightening around the digits as Haldir thrust them in and out.
Haldir growled when he felt the fingers of Ruth's good arm dig into his back and he bit into Ruth's bottom lip. The raven haired man shivered and arched closer to the Elf when Haldir hit his prostate, and Haldir rested his forehead against Ruth's.
"Haldir, please," Ruth gasped. "Please…"
"Tell me what you need," Haldir whispered as he pulled his fingers out of Ruth and pushed his pants off. He kissed Ruth and rubbed his own, aching cock against the Wizard's, groaning in the back of his throat. "Tell me what you want."
"You…" Ruth breathed out as he moved his hips in time with Haldir. "You... In me…"
Haldir growled lowly as he leveled the tip of his cock with Ruth's entrance.
"Please, Haldir. Now!"
Haldir moaned and thrust inside. Ruth wrapped his good arm around Haldir's shoulders, threw his head back and moaned at the beautiful feeling of being filled. "Yes! Just like that!" Ruth gasped as Haldir started to thrust in and out of the tight, constricting heat.
They moved together slowly, wanting to prolong this for as much as possible. Haldir kissed and nipped Ruth's neck and collar bones. He was leaning on his left arm while he was gripping Ruth's thigh with his right hand with a bruising force as he did his best to go slow.
Haldir buried his face in Ruth's neck and felt thin fingers entwine in his hair. Ruth kissed his lover's ear and Haldir shivered when the Wizard's hot breath fanned over his neck. "Haldir, alain," (faster) Ruth breathed out and Haldir let go of a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
Ruth moaned when Haldir quickened the pace and he raised his legs, his eyes snapping open when it felt as though Haldir reached even deeper, moaning loudly when the pace quickened further and Haldir's fingers dug into his thigh.
"Ruth..."
"Amin naa sinome, Haldir," (I am here) Ruth gasped. He could feel his orgasm coming and he knew Haldir was just as close as he was. Haldir grunted and moved his hand between them grabbing Ruth's cock in his hand and pumping in time with his thrusts.
"Ruth…"
"Amin nauva – nauva ten'oio sin – sinome." (I will always be here) Ruth breathed out as Haldir's thrusts became frantic. "Ten'oio!" (always)
Haldir hit Ruth's prostate with a particularly hard thrust, and they came together, losing their breaths and all sane thoughts for just this one sweet moment in time.
Haldir pulled out of Ruth slowly and rolled onto his side. Careful of Ruth's arm, he covered them both with a thick, furry cover and pulled Ruth against his chest.
The Istar was already half asleep as Haldir kissed slightly swollen lips. He then kissed Ruth's forehead and tucked the Wizard's head under his chin as sleep slowly claimed him as well.
Always.
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"The city has fallen silent,." Théoden spoke when he heard someone approach him from behind. He was standing in the garden of the Houses of Healing, watching as the Army of the Free Folk marched for the Gates of Mordor. "There is no warmth left in the Sun," he murmured and spared a glance for his companion only to frown when he realized it was Ruthímiel.
The Istar smiled at him and Théoden noticed Ruth's broken left arm. "It is just the damp of the first spring rain," Ruth said and looked to the East.
"You still hold on to hope," Théoden muttered and looked back at the horizon, and Ruth chuckled as the wind danced around them.
"I do not believe this darkness will endure," he answered and Théoden snorted. "Besides, there was never any real hope." Théoden looked at him in surprise. "Only a fool's hope," Ruth looked at Théoden and those enchanting eyes glimmered with sadness, "and yet what are we but fools? We live in such a dark age. We are fools for waking up each day, going around doing whatever we must do, fools for trusting, fools for loving, for hoping and waiting for better days to come."
Théoden swallowed difficultly and looked at the horizon again, while Ruth's lips tilted up into a small, secretive smile. Théoden snorted, turned on his heel and left.
Ruth sighed and rubbed his broken arm through the thick sling. A warm wind caressed his face as the Army of the Free Folk disappeared over the horizon.
"I stand alone and look to the East," he whispered and his heart ached. "I wait for the dawn when this sorrow would cease. I keep my fears in the deep of my heart, for we made a promise never to part."
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I hold on to hope as night turns to dawn.
I pray for this darkness to forever be gone.
I stand alone and look at the Sun,
And I know – everything will change;
and you will come back home.
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The song Ruth sings when he and Haldir dance belongs the J. R. R. Tolkien. I claim no rights to it.
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Translation of Haldir's song, called 'I Will Not Think Of You' belonging to a Croatian writer Zvonimir Golob.
I will not think of you
do not disturb the one who sleeps.
Yesterday I'd die for you
today because you're not here.
Fire burns in the fireplace,
the night is quiet and cold.
There is no book in the world
in which our story will be told.
I will not think of you
for the storm will pass.
Today I am followed by crows
and tomorrow I might find rest.
Be quiet! Do not speak!
The storm still reigns.
one who gives nothing-
ever nothing gains.
Listen to the storm and weep
and wait for better days.
Tomorrow you might be stronger,
when a new dawn breaks.