A/N: Oh, how very sad. This is the last official "part" of Somewhere
Between. There will be an epilogue, soon, but it will just be about
Legolas and Elladan. I hope this is a good ending for everyone, and I hope
you've enjoyed this story. Like I said before, I'm planning a few more
that will deal with Elladan and Legolas, but I don't know when those will
get written. And if you haven't reviewed this story yet, or you were
waiting for the end or something, then I would really really really
appreciate it if you reviewed it before moving on to bigger and better
fics! And thank you so much for all the feedback I've gotten during this
whole thing! I would not have been able to finish it without all of you.
Okay, enough rambling on. Here's the last part.
Part 23:
Elladan took a deep breath as he stood on the threshold of the library door. He knocked on the heavy wooden frame as he swung the door open. Legolas was perched on the edge of a chair in the corner and his head jerked up as he heard the door open. Elladan closed the door behind him and stood against it for a moment, keeping his eyes on Legolas. They were silent for long moments, regarding each other solemnly.
"Forgive me," Elladan said simply. "It was dishonorable of me to go back on my word as I did today."
"I wanted to go after you, but your father wouldn't let me," Legolas said.
"Elrohir found me as I was returning," Elladan said. "Then he fell into the river and we both nearly drowned."
Legolas leapt to his feet in alarm. "Are you hurt? Is Elrohir injured?"
Elladan raised his hands in a gesture of submission. "Peace, friend. We are both uninjured and whole, though Elrohir will be sleeping tonight where Father can keep watch over him. He will be his normal exuberant self in the morning."
Legolas sighed deeply in relief. "I love you," he said, not moving from where he stood.
Elladan stared hard at the beautiful blond in front of him. "If you hadn't returned, I would have gone after you, no matter what your father or my father said," Legolas continued. "I would have followed you to the ends of Arda until I died of grief."
Elladan crossed over to Legolas, taking up the elegant hands in his own. "Do not say that, Legolas. Do not tie your heart to mine in such a manner!"
Legolas shook his head. "I only speak the truth," he said. "I understand if you no longer feel love towards me, or if you did not feel it to begin with. That is not important."
"Legolas, your love is as important to me as any other's ever has been. It is like sunlight and air and springtime. I would not have been able to survive without it! Do not think that your love is any weaker or stronger than mine for you!"
Legolas cast his eyes around the room, trying to assimilate the information. "We are both forgiven by each other, then?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," Elladan said. "No one is at fault for what happened, or we are equally so."
Legolas seemed to accept the information, for which Elladan was glad. "Will you come to my room with me?" Elladan asked, wanting the comfort of his own surroundings.
Legolas hesitated, but nodded and followed Elladan out the door and through the halls. The corridors were strangely silent and empty; not even the ever-present Elven singing could be heard. It was odd, as though the entire valley was holding its breath.
They entered Elladan's room and he sank onto the bed, Legolas following suit. They sat side by side, knees barely touching as they were each lost in their own thoughts.
"What do we do now?" Legolas finally asked.
"I am too tired to start an argument," Elladan said.
"As am I," Legolas agreed. "I cannot think of a topic to start one on anyway. Making love is out of the question," he said as though he were discussing the weather.
"Yes, for now," Elladan said in a matching tone. "But I truly do not believe that will forever be the case."
"Could we sleep together?" Legolas asked hopefully. "So long as all we do is sleep."
"I believe so," Elladan said too quickly. Legolas gave him a stern look and Elladan thought on the subject before answering more slowly. "Yes. I would like for you to share my bed with me tonight."
Legolas moved to turn down the soft blankets as Elladan put out the candles and latched the window. Legolas allowed Elladan to lay down first before he crawled under the covers. He stayed very still, not knowing exactly how welcome he was. Suddenly, he felt himself being drawn close and surrounded by the comforting heat of Elladan's body.
"It is nice this way," Elladan purred into his ear.
Legolas relaxed in his arms. He let Elladan be in control of the situation, something he failed to do of late. He heard the gentle breathing behind him even out into sleep, though he stayed awake for a while after, thinking on the other denizens of the valley. Elrohir would be fine after a good night's rest, though they would all need to rethink their treatment of Elladan after this evening, especially his younger brother. Lord Elrond had forgiven him. And Elladan—Elladan sighed contentedly in his sleep against Legolas's neck.
Yes, Legolas thought as he drifted off to sleep, Elbereth shines brightest over Imladris tonight.
Part 23:
Elladan took a deep breath as he stood on the threshold of the library door. He knocked on the heavy wooden frame as he swung the door open. Legolas was perched on the edge of a chair in the corner and his head jerked up as he heard the door open. Elladan closed the door behind him and stood against it for a moment, keeping his eyes on Legolas. They were silent for long moments, regarding each other solemnly.
"Forgive me," Elladan said simply. "It was dishonorable of me to go back on my word as I did today."
"I wanted to go after you, but your father wouldn't let me," Legolas said.
"Elrohir found me as I was returning," Elladan said. "Then he fell into the river and we both nearly drowned."
Legolas leapt to his feet in alarm. "Are you hurt? Is Elrohir injured?"
Elladan raised his hands in a gesture of submission. "Peace, friend. We are both uninjured and whole, though Elrohir will be sleeping tonight where Father can keep watch over him. He will be his normal exuberant self in the morning."
Legolas sighed deeply in relief. "I love you," he said, not moving from where he stood.
Elladan stared hard at the beautiful blond in front of him. "If you hadn't returned, I would have gone after you, no matter what your father or my father said," Legolas continued. "I would have followed you to the ends of Arda until I died of grief."
Elladan crossed over to Legolas, taking up the elegant hands in his own. "Do not say that, Legolas. Do not tie your heart to mine in such a manner!"
Legolas shook his head. "I only speak the truth," he said. "I understand if you no longer feel love towards me, or if you did not feel it to begin with. That is not important."
"Legolas, your love is as important to me as any other's ever has been. It is like sunlight and air and springtime. I would not have been able to survive without it! Do not think that your love is any weaker or stronger than mine for you!"
Legolas cast his eyes around the room, trying to assimilate the information. "We are both forgiven by each other, then?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," Elladan said. "No one is at fault for what happened, or we are equally so."
Legolas seemed to accept the information, for which Elladan was glad. "Will you come to my room with me?" Elladan asked, wanting the comfort of his own surroundings.
Legolas hesitated, but nodded and followed Elladan out the door and through the halls. The corridors were strangely silent and empty; not even the ever-present Elven singing could be heard. It was odd, as though the entire valley was holding its breath.
They entered Elladan's room and he sank onto the bed, Legolas following suit. They sat side by side, knees barely touching as they were each lost in their own thoughts.
"What do we do now?" Legolas finally asked.
"I am too tired to start an argument," Elladan said.
"As am I," Legolas agreed. "I cannot think of a topic to start one on anyway. Making love is out of the question," he said as though he were discussing the weather.
"Yes, for now," Elladan said in a matching tone. "But I truly do not believe that will forever be the case."
"Could we sleep together?" Legolas asked hopefully. "So long as all we do is sleep."
"I believe so," Elladan said too quickly. Legolas gave him a stern look and Elladan thought on the subject before answering more slowly. "Yes. I would like for you to share my bed with me tonight."
Legolas moved to turn down the soft blankets as Elladan put out the candles and latched the window. Legolas allowed Elladan to lay down first before he crawled under the covers. He stayed very still, not knowing exactly how welcome he was. Suddenly, he felt himself being drawn close and surrounded by the comforting heat of Elladan's body.
"It is nice this way," Elladan purred into his ear.
Legolas relaxed in his arms. He let Elladan be in control of the situation, something he failed to do of late. He heard the gentle breathing behind him even out into sleep, though he stayed awake for a while after, thinking on the other denizens of the valley. Elrohir would be fine after a good night's rest, though they would all need to rethink their treatment of Elladan after this evening, especially his younger brother. Lord Elrond had forgiven him. And Elladan—Elladan sighed contentedly in his sleep against Legolas's neck.
Yes, Legolas thought as he drifted off to sleep, Elbereth shines brightest over Imladris tonight.
