Authoress: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
E-mail: Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com
Title: Standing at the Edge
Paring: Elrohir / Legolas
Summery: Ruali dies and a book is show cased. Sorry it took so long, I got in trouble with ff.net and was to lazy to post at Nindaiwe. lol, the next few chapter's I promise will be up soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, I am merely using it for entertainment and no money is
Made from this story.
Warning: angst, slash, character death. Not original LOTR character, but my own.
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Ruali lay silently in his room; the only sound was the crying of his mother. His father was patting her gently and every so often hugging her tightly to his side.
Ruali had gone quite a while back, every once in a while he would have a tremor run through his body, and even less often a extremely large tremble would run its course.
Thule held his brothers hand, a few tears would escape every now and then, but he was mostly stable for his mother's sake. The lips on the figure stretched out on the bed had long gone blue from lack of oxygen although there was nothing preventing him from breathing.
His face was also an ashen color; losing its sunny beauty the closer he went to Mandos' Halls. Another large tremor shook the seemingly delicate frame, his teeth clattered sharply.
Randir let out another heart felt sob, squeezing her husband's hand for courage. She stood suddenly, "I can not take this!" She shouted. "Send a messenger to Lord Kosha, I need to know what happened. He surely knows or can find out easily."
"Yes, I agree. Thule, fetch me a quill and some parchment, quickly." Huntrae said calmly, sitting his wife down again.
After a few moments Thule came running back in, within moments a letter was written and on its way to Dragorlad to Lord Kosha.
Two days latter, a resounding scream could be heard echoing through the castle. Randir's tears had failed her, she had run herself dry many days ago, but know just a few more made their way through with the help of her grief.
Thule finally aloud himself the much-needed release of the tears he had been bottling up since his brother had arrived and Huntrae held his grief stricken wife tightly. Ruali had finally taken his last choked sob of air.
Three days later, a messenger arrived with an answer message from Lord Kosha explaining every thing needed to know about their son's lover, including the fool-hearted bond the lovers had shared.
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Many years after The Lord Huntrae and his wife sat down with the book they had found with Ruali, they had read the title and never had the courage to read any thing for them selves till now.
They flipped through the pages reading the words of love, sadness, and joy that Preynue had written about their son.
At the end of the book there were a few pages left clean, after a few hours of thinking Huntrae pulled out his quill and ink.
He wrote a long indulged passage of the writer's death, date included and even wrote about the bond they had finally aloud themselves. Then he wrote about his grief stricken son and his death.
His and his wife's tears fell gently onto the text, the book was copied then incased and set away, being passed down as an heirloom for the royal family.
The copied book was set in the library as a showcase of true love for all to read and see. And every decade the king would return to that copied book and rewrite it so it would last.
This was Huntrae's final due to his son and his son's lover, their bonding gift if you could say so. And this continued till the fortress was burned down in the war against The Dark Lord, the survivors either left for Valinor or joined other kingdoms, their royal family had passed to Mandos' with their ill-fated son.
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Within two days Elrohir and Legolas were entirely ready to leave. It had been decided that Elladan would go to as support for his twin, as well as a whole entourage of Rivendell Elves.
"Come on brother, Legolas. You two are so slow!" Elladan joked.
"Leave us alone you orc like bully." Elrohir teased.
"Do I really stink that bad?" Elladan asked playing his brothers game.
"Yes, and you look like it to, I don't know how you two can be twins, there's just absolutely no beauty in you, unlike your brother." Legolas joked.
"I'm hurt." Elladan feigned.
"Good, now saddle up, soon to be orc-in-law." Legolas continued.
By now most of the surrounding elves were smiling at the childish antics. "Come along children." Iavascorch yelled to them. Iavascorch was one of the best warriors in Rivendell, as customary of the elves of this land he had dark hair and green eyes. Elrond chose him to lead the party because out of every one he could spare, he was the best.
"Yes all mighty master Iavas." Elrohir said teasingly.
But soon enough they were on the road and within two weeks, they were heading up to Mirkwood. The forest was dark, and unwelcoming, nothing like the fare forest of Rivendell, or Lorien for that matter.
It was a good hour or so before they arrived at the castle, and Legolas was the only one present who was not affected from the darkness in the forest.
They were each given their room's, the guards sharing in the common bunker, but those of noble birth receiving their own lavishly decorated rooms; there were only three excluding Legolas.
Legolas' father was in a meeting, so him and Elrohir would have to wait for him to finish. But during that time they both cleaned up taking baths and changing into more formal clothing.
About three hours after the group arrived Legolas received word that his father was out of the meeting and wished to see him.
So the young prince made his way out of his chambers and walked down to those of Elrohir.
"Elrohir? Elrohir, my father's ready for us." He said knocking gently on the door.
Elrohir opened his door and walked out to smile at Legolas. "Good, you ready? I am." He said.
"Yes, more than ever." Legolas replied.
"Can I bring my brother?" Elrohir asked his beloved.
"Yes of course, I would have suggested it if you had not all ready asked." Legolas smiled.
The two of them walked down the hall and picked up Elladan, before making their way to the main hall where Thranduil was sure to be.
"King Thranduil, it is good to finally meet you." Elrohir said respectfully. "Legolas has told me so much about you."
"Well, I just hope most of it was good." Thranduil laughed. "Come here Legolas, it's been a few months since last we saw." Legolas strode forward and the two hugged tightly.
"I missed you as well father." Legolas said.
"And I you. Now, I was told the two of you wanted to talk to me?" Thranduil asked.
"Yes, alone perhaps?" Elrohir replied questioningly.
"Oh, come now. These people are decent." Thranduil started. "We can talk freely in front of them."
"Just go ahead." Legolas whispered to Elrohir.
"Well, sir, King Thranduil. I wish to bond with your son, Legolas, if you would allow me."
"What?" Thranduil shouted.
"I love him, and I wish for your permission to bond with him." Elrohir explained.
"Most certainly not!" Thranduil bellowed. "My son will marry a fine woman and bare children for the future."
"But, Father, I love him, not any of those women you present to me!" Legolas shouted.
"No, and that my finale answer." Thranduil stated firmly. "And I do not want you to take any offence to this matter Prince Elrohir, but my son shall marry what he is supposed to."
"Father, I will bond with him, with or with out your consent." Legolas screamed.
"No you will not, I will place you under the constant supervision of my personal guards if I feel like I have to, But you will not bond with a male." Thranduil ordered.
"Dad," Legolas started.
"No, I do not want to listen to this any more. Now if you will excuse me." Thranduil rose from his throne and started walking away.
"Wait, King Thranduil." Elrohir started.
Thranduil didn't know what it was, maybe the urgency in his voice or maybe his pleading eyes, but he stopped and waited for the Prince of Imladris to speak his mind. "Yes?"
"My lord king, what do I have to do?" Elrohir asked.
"Excuse me? What do you mean, I recall already firmly saying no." Thranduil bellowed.
"Please listen." Elrohir said in conviction. "I would do any thing, I mean any thing. If you were to give me Legolas' hand."
He glanced back at the blonde prince before he continued. "I'll give you any thing, I'll lend my self to your services in wherever you would put me, if you ask it of me I'll even beg on my knees in front of all of Mirkwood, Lothlorien, and Imladris."
Thranduil gulped, this boy was already begging in front of Mirkwood, he thought, if he loves Legolas this much is it really all that good to say no? The two loved each other, he could see it in their eyes, but could he accept a Rivendell elf in to his family?
Not just any Rivendell elf, but the son of its Lord. "What does Elrond say about this, Prince?" He asked.
"He has given us his blessings. And there's more I would say if your answer is yes, but of course in privet." Elrohir answered.
There was a long pause; the room was silent, waiting for the response from their king to this odd dark haired elf.
"I'll sleep on it." Thranduil said before walking out of the room.
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Four days later, Elrohir was summoned to the king's study. He was waiting out side the door patiently, for a sign that would tell him he could enter.
In his own home he would just walk right in, but Legolas had said that here you needed to wait till you were told you could enter, even if you were called.
"Prince of Imladris? Come in." Thranduil said standing at the door. Elrohir nodded mutely, he was alone with the king. No Legolas, and no Elladan.
"Yes, My Lord?" Elrohir asked.
Thranduil took a seat on the other side of an elaborately decorated desk filled to the over flow with papers. Thranduil pointed to a chair and Elrohir sat. "Wine?" Thranduil asked.
Elrohir was not about to refuse any offers for friendship from the King, so he kindly said, "Yes, please."
"I have been thinking about what you said, about more?" The king inquired.
"Um yes, but I wanted to know your answer first. About if we are aloud to get married in the first place." Elrohir said.
"I'm aware of that, I just would like to know what your planning before I sign my sons death decree." Thranduil said.
"Yes, I suppose your concern is warranted. But I wouldn't worry for him overly much, his frame is to delicate for what were planning, so I would be the guinea pig." Elrohir said.
"Well, your concern and love for my son does show true, and his for you. I would say yes if it weren't for this nagging feeling in the back of my mind about what you could possibly be thinking about. Oh, there is also the problem of heirs? You think of that, young Prince?" Thranduil asked.
(A/N: This ones for you Lady of Legolas, since you put the idea in my head. Lol, think about it, my own personal plot bunny in the form of a reviewer?!! Lol sorry couldn't help it, I'm high today.)
"Well, yes I do love him, and we have thought about children, and that is what this plan of ours details." Elrohir started.
"Yes?" Thranduil lifted an elegant eyebrow to the boy's nervousness.
"Well, there are spells that can be cast to make it possible for men to give birth to children if the couple is homosexual." Elrohir let it loose as well as the breath he had been holding unconsciously. His face turned a bright shade of pink.
There was a long pause as Thranduil fought back his bearings. "So, are you trying to tell me there are spells to make you, well to put it shortly, a woman of sorts.?" Thranduil asked.
"Well if you put it like that, yes. And as I've already stated it would be me, not Legolas." Elrohir said turning a bright shade of scarlet.
"I like it." Thranduil said bluntly.
"Excuse me?" Elrohir squeaked.
"Well, the chance to see the son of Elrond with child would be a once in a life time happening.. And the two of you love each other, and then there will be children. Every thing works out." Thranduil said chuckling softly to himself.
Elrohir promptly turned an even darker shade of red.
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E-mail: Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com
Title: Standing at the Edge
Paring: Elrohir / Legolas
Summery: Ruali dies and a book is show cased. Sorry it took so long, I got in trouble with ff.net and was to lazy to post at Nindaiwe. lol, the next few chapter's I promise will be up soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, I am merely using it for entertainment and no money is
Made from this story.
Warning: angst, slash, character death. Not original LOTR character, but my own.
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Ruali lay silently in his room; the only sound was the crying of his mother. His father was patting her gently and every so often hugging her tightly to his side.
Ruali had gone quite a while back, every once in a while he would have a tremor run through his body, and even less often a extremely large tremble would run its course.
Thule held his brothers hand, a few tears would escape every now and then, but he was mostly stable for his mother's sake. The lips on the figure stretched out on the bed had long gone blue from lack of oxygen although there was nothing preventing him from breathing.
His face was also an ashen color; losing its sunny beauty the closer he went to Mandos' Halls. Another large tremor shook the seemingly delicate frame, his teeth clattered sharply.
Randir let out another heart felt sob, squeezing her husband's hand for courage. She stood suddenly, "I can not take this!" She shouted. "Send a messenger to Lord Kosha, I need to know what happened. He surely knows or can find out easily."
"Yes, I agree. Thule, fetch me a quill and some parchment, quickly." Huntrae said calmly, sitting his wife down again.
After a few moments Thule came running back in, within moments a letter was written and on its way to Dragorlad to Lord Kosha.
Two days latter, a resounding scream could be heard echoing through the castle. Randir's tears had failed her, she had run herself dry many days ago, but know just a few more made their way through with the help of her grief.
Thule finally aloud himself the much-needed release of the tears he had been bottling up since his brother had arrived and Huntrae held his grief stricken wife tightly. Ruali had finally taken his last choked sob of air.
Three days later, a messenger arrived with an answer message from Lord Kosha explaining every thing needed to know about their son's lover, including the fool-hearted bond the lovers had shared.
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Many years after The Lord Huntrae and his wife sat down with the book they had found with Ruali, they had read the title and never had the courage to read any thing for them selves till now.
They flipped through the pages reading the words of love, sadness, and joy that Preynue had written about their son.
At the end of the book there were a few pages left clean, after a few hours of thinking Huntrae pulled out his quill and ink.
He wrote a long indulged passage of the writer's death, date included and even wrote about the bond they had finally aloud themselves. Then he wrote about his grief stricken son and his death.
His and his wife's tears fell gently onto the text, the book was copied then incased and set away, being passed down as an heirloom for the royal family.
The copied book was set in the library as a showcase of true love for all to read and see. And every decade the king would return to that copied book and rewrite it so it would last.
This was Huntrae's final due to his son and his son's lover, their bonding gift if you could say so. And this continued till the fortress was burned down in the war against The Dark Lord, the survivors either left for Valinor or joined other kingdoms, their royal family had passed to Mandos' with their ill-fated son.
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Within two days Elrohir and Legolas were entirely ready to leave. It had been decided that Elladan would go to as support for his twin, as well as a whole entourage of Rivendell Elves.
"Come on brother, Legolas. You two are so slow!" Elladan joked.
"Leave us alone you orc like bully." Elrohir teased.
"Do I really stink that bad?" Elladan asked playing his brothers game.
"Yes, and you look like it to, I don't know how you two can be twins, there's just absolutely no beauty in you, unlike your brother." Legolas joked.
"I'm hurt." Elladan feigned.
"Good, now saddle up, soon to be orc-in-law." Legolas continued.
By now most of the surrounding elves were smiling at the childish antics. "Come along children." Iavascorch yelled to them. Iavascorch was one of the best warriors in Rivendell, as customary of the elves of this land he had dark hair and green eyes. Elrond chose him to lead the party because out of every one he could spare, he was the best.
"Yes all mighty master Iavas." Elrohir said teasingly.
But soon enough they were on the road and within two weeks, they were heading up to Mirkwood. The forest was dark, and unwelcoming, nothing like the fare forest of Rivendell, or Lorien for that matter.
It was a good hour or so before they arrived at the castle, and Legolas was the only one present who was not affected from the darkness in the forest.
They were each given their room's, the guards sharing in the common bunker, but those of noble birth receiving their own lavishly decorated rooms; there were only three excluding Legolas.
Legolas' father was in a meeting, so him and Elrohir would have to wait for him to finish. But during that time they both cleaned up taking baths and changing into more formal clothing.
About three hours after the group arrived Legolas received word that his father was out of the meeting and wished to see him.
So the young prince made his way out of his chambers and walked down to those of Elrohir.
"Elrohir? Elrohir, my father's ready for us." He said knocking gently on the door.
Elrohir opened his door and walked out to smile at Legolas. "Good, you ready? I am." He said.
"Yes, more than ever." Legolas replied.
"Can I bring my brother?" Elrohir asked his beloved.
"Yes of course, I would have suggested it if you had not all ready asked." Legolas smiled.
The two of them walked down the hall and picked up Elladan, before making their way to the main hall where Thranduil was sure to be.
"King Thranduil, it is good to finally meet you." Elrohir said respectfully. "Legolas has told me so much about you."
"Well, I just hope most of it was good." Thranduil laughed. "Come here Legolas, it's been a few months since last we saw." Legolas strode forward and the two hugged tightly.
"I missed you as well father." Legolas said.
"And I you. Now, I was told the two of you wanted to talk to me?" Thranduil asked.
"Yes, alone perhaps?" Elrohir replied questioningly.
"Oh, come now. These people are decent." Thranduil started. "We can talk freely in front of them."
"Just go ahead." Legolas whispered to Elrohir.
"Well, sir, King Thranduil. I wish to bond with your son, Legolas, if you would allow me."
"What?" Thranduil shouted.
"I love him, and I wish for your permission to bond with him." Elrohir explained.
"Most certainly not!" Thranduil bellowed. "My son will marry a fine woman and bare children for the future."
"But, Father, I love him, not any of those women you present to me!" Legolas shouted.
"No, and that my finale answer." Thranduil stated firmly. "And I do not want you to take any offence to this matter Prince Elrohir, but my son shall marry what he is supposed to."
"Father, I will bond with him, with or with out your consent." Legolas screamed.
"No you will not, I will place you under the constant supervision of my personal guards if I feel like I have to, But you will not bond with a male." Thranduil ordered.
"Dad," Legolas started.
"No, I do not want to listen to this any more. Now if you will excuse me." Thranduil rose from his throne and started walking away.
"Wait, King Thranduil." Elrohir started.
Thranduil didn't know what it was, maybe the urgency in his voice or maybe his pleading eyes, but he stopped and waited for the Prince of Imladris to speak his mind. "Yes?"
"My lord king, what do I have to do?" Elrohir asked.
"Excuse me? What do you mean, I recall already firmly saying no." Thranduil bellowed.
"Please listen." Elrohir said in conviction. "I would do any thing, I mean any thing. If you were to give me Legolas' hand."
He glanced back at the blonde prince before he continued. "I'll give you any thing, I'll lend my self to your services in wherever you would put me, if you ask it of me I'll even beg on my knees in front of all of Mirkwood, Lothlorien, and Imladris."
Thranduil gulped, this boy was already begging in front of Mirkwood, he thought, if he loves Legolas this much is it really all that good to say no? The two loved each other, he could see it in their eyes, but could he accept a Rivendell elf in to his family?
Not just any Rivendell elf, but the son of its Lord. "What does Elrond say about this, Prince?" He asked.
"He has given us his blessings. And there's more I would say if your answer is yes, but of course in privet." Elrohir answered.
There was a long pause; the room was silent, waiting for the response from their king to this odd dark haired elf.
"I'll sleep on it." Thranduil said before walking out of the room.
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Four days later, Elrohir was summoned to the king's study. He was waiting out side the door patiently, for a sign that would tell him he could enter.
In his own home he would just walk right in, but Legolas had said that here you needed to wait till you were told you could enter, even if you were called.
"Prince of Imladris? Come in." Thranduil said standing at the door. Elrohir nodded mutely, he was alone with the king. No Legolas, and no Elladan.
"Yes, My Lord?" Elrohir asked.
Thranduil took a seat on the other side of an elaborately decorated desk filled to the over flow with papers. Thranduil pointed to a chair and Elrohir sat. "Wine?" Thranduil asked.
Elrohir was not about to refuse any offers for friendship from the King, so he kindly said, "Yes, please."
"I have been thinking about what you said, about more?" The king inquired.
"Um yes, but I wanted to know your answer first. About if we are aloud to get married in the first place." Elrohir said.
"I'm aware of that, I just would like to know what your planning before I sign my sons death decree." Thranduil said.
"Yes, I suppose your concern is warranted. But I wouldn't worry for him overly much, his frame is to delicate for what were planning, so I would be the guinea pig." Elrohir said.
"Well, your concern and love for my son does show true, and his for you. I would say yes if it weren't for this nagging feeling in the back of my mind about what you could possibly be thinking about. Oh, there is also the problem of heirs? You think of that, young Prince?" Thranduil asked.
(A/N: This ones for you Lady of Legolas, since you put the idea in my head. Lol, think about it, my own personal plot bunny in the form of a reviewer?!! Lol sorry couldn't help it, I'm high today.)
"Well, yes I do love him, and we have thought about children, and that is what this plan of ours details." Elrohir started.
"Yes?" Thranduil lifted an elegant eyebrow to the boy's nervousness.
"Well, there are spells that can be cast to make it possible for men to give birth to children if the couple is homosexual." Elrohir let it loose as well as the breath he had been holding unconsciously. His face turned a bright shade of pink.
There was a long pause as Thranduil fought back his bearings. "So, are you trying to tell me there are spells to make you, well to put it shortly, a woman of sorts.?" Thranduil asked.
"Well if you put it like that, yes. And as I've already stated it would be me, not Legolas." Elrohir said turning a bright shade of scarlet.
"I like it." Thranduil said bluntly.
"Excuse me?" Elrohir squeaked.
"Well, the chance to see the son of Elrond with child would be a once in a life time happening.. And the two of you love each other, and then there will be children. Every thing works out." Thranduil said chuckling softly to himself.
Elrohir promptly turned an even darker shade of red.
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