A/N: lol, I can't believe that I'm still getting reviews in this! Wee! I'm
so happy! Laita i' Valar!!! Oh, and by the way, does anybody know where I
can get a good Sindarin/English dictionary? I know about the Grey Company -
besides, they aren't *completely* and *totally* Sindarin. Actually, I don't
think that they are at all. And anyway, they don't have the word I want to
be translated. *pouts* so if anybody knows, pleaze pleaze pleaze tell me!
Oh, and I've also figured out that Legolas means "Green Leaf" so Greenleaf
can't be his last name, can it? Green-leaf Greenleaf? That doesn't make
sense. I saw an author use Thranduilion, once, though... so I think I'll
use that one too! ^_^() if you know any different, please tell me! lol, can
I rant or what? And I'm DEFINITELY sorry sorry sorry for the whole
girlfriend dumping thing mixing in with my pitiful excuse for Anglo-saxon-
turned-English! Old habits never die...
Disclaimer: EVERYTHING of Lord of the Rings and blah blahblah belongs to His Royal Highness, J.R.R. Tolkien! *gets dragged away from where she is screaming bloody murder on His Royal Highness's grave* no profit it being made from this - and if it was, then you'd be able to sue me! but there isn't. so don't sue me. I will, however, get rid of this if there's a Cease and Desist letter sent to me! :) isn't that sad? Okay, I'll get on with it now.
Chapter Started: 4/12/03 Chapter Finished: 4/15/03
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a little while after the last chapter, in Elrond's study (or library, or private rooms... whichever paints the right picture in your mind)
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Thranduil sat down stiffly in the chair Elrond beckoned him to. But the ebony-haired elven lord did not sit, instead he paced irritably.
"My son is dying from grief," Thranduil said at last. "grief that I engaged him? I doubt that, Elrond."
"Nay," Elrond said. "did I not just say that he was suffering from grief beforehand? Must I repeat myself? Your betrothing him has simply pushed him off the edge."
Thranduil sighed. "Look, Lord Elrond, when my youngest reached his majority, he made an oath that he would marry who I bid him marry unless he had my permission otherwise among other things. He knew this was coming - I really see no problem here, except that he is dying."
Elrond sighed. "Who is this elf that you engaged him to?" he decided at last.
This seemed to please Thranduil somewhat. "He is a few hundred years older then Legolas, and his name is Prince Delun. He is the only child and heir to King Sioldur of the only elven kingdom in the east; dwelling in the forest around the Sea of Lhûn."
Elrond frowned. "Has Legolas ever met this... Delun?"
"no, of course not. He has glimpsed King Sioldur a couple of times, but that is it."
Elrond shook his head. "My dear Lord Thranduil, could you at least have let your son meet him first? and where is the wedding to take place?"
"In Mirkwood, of course."
"then... mayhap it was because you engaged him to a MALE?"
"He has had no problems with that before..." Thranduil frowned. Now that he came to think of it... perhaps he should have stalled until Anythiel was old enough? An heir would secure the negotiations, and, unfortunately, and heir can not be produced between two males.
Obviously. Unless his son was the one to bear it - Silvan elves were strange that way. But... Thranduil creased his forehead at unwanted memories and frowned deeply.
He shrugged it off mentally. Oh well. Legolas would be fine.
"He would be fine with it if he hadn't already been suffering from grief in the first place," Thranduil said aloud. "Besides, my son does not mind the gender."
"then mayhap he already loves somebody else?"
Thranduil scoffed. "then he'd have asked my permission, and I'd have granted it. I'm not exactly heartless, Lord Elrond, and he knows this."
"Either way," Elrond continued, "t'would be better if the wedding was called off for the moment. Perhaps he was embarrassed - or the object of his affections is already taken. Or left for the Havens."
They both paused at that. Both Thranduil and Elrond knew what that felt like.
"we cannot be certain that he loves anybody," Thranduil reasoned. "perhaps a good friend of his died. That would not surprise me - my youngest son has always had an interest in Humans, and they die everyday."
"perhaps," Elrond said, then sighed.
"very well!" Thranduil burst out finally, standing up. "I will postpone the wedding for now."
"that will have to work for now." Elrond murmured, then offered Thranduil a steely smile, which he returned. "Would you like to see your son?"
"not this night," Thranduil replied, and left. "I am weary."
Elrond watched the door close behind the Sindarin elf-lord and pursed his lips.
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Aragorn returned later that night to the healing room, arms full of all sorts of plants and flowers.
It was dark, so he only had a few torches to light his way. But he was raised with elves, so he could see well anyway...
After putting the things away, he went to the other end of the room to check on his friend. Legolas lay silent, eyes closed, skin seeming to glow in the little light. On either side of him were two little Elflings, both sound asleep.
He smiled a little bit, though it was a sad smile. He rested a hand on Legolas' brow, and bit his lip and the temperature he felt.
"you are burning up, Mellon-nin," he whispered. Of course the elf didn't move, so Aragorn went about until he had a cloth and ice. He fashioned an ice-bag and rested it on Legolas' forehead before leaving. He did not see the dulled grey eyes watching him retreat.
Arwen was still up and waiting for him in their room that they shared, and she frowned at the look on her husband's face.
"what troubles you, Estel?" she asked softly, standing and gliding to meet him.
"his fever has returned, though not as bad as before." Aragorn did not have to say who 'he' was.
"Ai, melamin, you share his suffering," she murmured as he collapsed on the bed.
"I cannot help it, Lady Evenstar," he said, offering a small smile. "he is a dear friend, and more once a long time ago."
"is that what ails you? Guilt?" she sat next to him.
"Nay, I do not think so," he muttered. "I wasn't the one that ended our... relationship. And we are still good friends."
He closed his eyes and Arwen frowned. She wasn't stupid, or naïve, and her hearing was still just as good as ever. And she heard quite plainly the pain in her spouse's voice when he said those last fourteen words.
"I think that the two of you never really broke up," she announced softly. Aragorn stared at her as though she had gone crazy. "or you never completely got over him. This is why you are in so much pain. I know not why he suffers, but I know why you do."
"Arwen..." he started, but she laid a finger to his lips.
"I am not angry, and I know that you have yet to find this out yourself. Love is a very strong commitment, King Elessar, and cannot be broken with a simple 'we can't be together like this so let's be friends'. Perhaps he still feels the same way toward you..." she trailed off in understanding abruptly.
Of course! Why hadn't she seen it before? Arwen looked her Estel directly in his eyes and furrowed her brow. Despite how she knew it could be Legolas' life, Aragorn's happiness, and many other things, she couldn't bring herself to admit what was right. She loved him - and she had given up her immortality for him. Yet he was only infatuated with her, or lusted in the least, and could not tell the difference between that and love. Or refused to. Would she really give him up so easily?
Not likely.
But it was the right thing to do! It was SO obvious that they were in love! Her decision could determine the outcome of a good friend's life! Yet... Estel still had yet to figure out he felt nothing more for her and nothing less for *him* and Legolas was still in coma. Or so she thought.
Then Estel's touch should be able to bring him back, partially at least. In which case, the blond prince was most likely awake now, for Estel had just announced his fever was returning.
What was she to do? Give up her life in return for Legolas'?
The choices, the choices! Arwen reached up a hand and massaged a temple, and Aragorn looked at her worriedly. "Arwen?"
"I am fine, Estel," she said.
I don't know what to do! She thought, and closed her eyes, wondering if she should allow tears to come.
"Arwen? Melamin, you are not well," he started, but she jumped to her feet.
"I wish to console in my father," she said, a bit too stiffly. "Please, get some rest. Estel. I will be back this night - and if I am not, then I shall see you at breakfast tomorrow morn." With that, she walked quickly out of the room and left.
Aragorn watched her go, perplexed.
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Arwen swiftly made her way down towards Elrond's quarters, but slowed and paused when she heard a whimper. Looking quickly to the offending noise- making door, she saw that it was the door the healing room. The whimper sounded again, and it sounded as though from a child. Paternity taking over, Arwen pushed the door open and looked around.
When her eyes focused, she saw two huddled forms on a bed - Legolas' bed. They were definitely children, awake, and scared. She padded over in her stockings and sat down on the edge of the bed - the blond archer wasn't in it. nay, he wasn't even in the room.
I knew it, Arwen thought disdainfully.
"Hey, little ones," she murmured softly to the now quiet elflings. "Why do you cry so?"
there was a very long pause before a tiny male elfling answered, "not crying." Arwen considered reaching out to touch one of the children, but decided against it.
"Where's Las?"
"hmm?"
"Legolas. Where is he? He didn't fade did he??" the voice, belonging to a female this time, rose in pitch. "where is he?!?"
"shh, peace little one," Arwen soothed, gently pulling back the covers. "I do not know where he is, but he is alive."
The first elf was male, and looked no more than twenty years. He had white- blond hair, the trademark color for those under the line of Thranduil. The female Elfling seemed the exact age, yet her hair started out dark brown then smoothed into white-blond locks that reached her shoulders and had slight waves. The male's was straight. Arwen could also make out that the male had crystal blue-flecked eyes and the female had deep grey ones. They could have been twins if not looked at close enough.
"who are you?" he asked softly.
Arwen touched her chest lightly. "I am Arwen, Evenstar of Elves and Queen of Gondor." She doubted that they would understand the importance of this statement. "and may I ask the names of the brave young warrior and lady before me?"
They both hesitated, but the female was ready and more than willing to warm up to Arwen.
"My name's Elenawen, but Las calls me Ellelasse-nin. You can't call me that, though, you hafta call me 'Elenawen', kay?"
"okay, Lady Elenawen," Arwen replied with a smile. Legolas called her 'his little leaf'? I shall never know how the minds of the wood-elves work, she thought with a slight shake of the head.
"and what may I call you, good sir?"
"Elebrir," the young male replied. "But Las calls me 'Mallasse'. But just like Elenawen, you have to call me just Elebrir."
"Aye, Sir Elebrir," Arwen replied. "What are the two of you young ones doing here?"
"We're making Las feel better," Elenawen replied happily. "He's really, really sad."
"Has he told you what he's sad from?"
"our grandsire," Elebrir replied smoothly, especially for an Elfling his age. "he made him gonna get married to some other guy."
"Ah," Arwen had only wanted to know if anybody else knew. She stood up.
"If you would like, I can take you to some guest rooms..." Elenawen shook her head almost violently. "Nay!" she cried. "Las is gonna come back!"
"Aye, if you insist," Arwen said haltingly. She paused then turned to leave. "pleasant dreams," she said over her shoulder.
"Namarie!" came the drifted reply.
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A/N: OKAY, peeps! I have decided to give you a fair WARNING which I suspect will give me a flame or two and cause me to lose AT LEAST two readers. I have also decided to put this warning up in the summery, so that OTHERS have a fair warning before they enter this fic. ::ahem:: there is/was MPREG in this. So sorry! But I couldn't take it out. After all, then I'd have to make a MAJOR plot change AND change the title. Yeah? So, go ahead and flame me and leave or whatever if you want. I. Don't. care.
CG/MD: thank you! Lol, I just can NOT say that enough! And... a Silmarillion fan, are ya? Cool, I was going to write a Silmarillion-based fic but this plot bunny won me over. ^_^()
Veghead182: I'm glad you liked this! :D
Kayleigh-talitha: I go? Really? *ME*????? gosh! *blush* I'm so happy you've enjoyed this so far!
A/N: and for anybody that I missed (which is unlikely, but anyway) then MUCHUS GRACIOAS(sp?)for reading!!! I apologize much for the lack of updates - but gotta deal with my other stories (reviews!! REVIEWS!!! *dies*) and school (should have taken keyboarding in 6th when I had the chance) and life over all. Besides, one can't do everything and a bag of chips at the same time, right? Okay, I'll stop playing the pity-party.
LOL
Ai, and before I forget...
* Mallasse = golden leaf *
Elenawen = maiden of the stars
Las = leaf
Melamin = my love, I think, or my beloved.
Mellon-nin = my friend
* Ellelasse-nin = my little leaf *
Disclaimer: EVERYTHING of Lord of the Rings and blah blahblah belongs to His Royal Highness, J.R.R. Tolkien! *gets dragged away from where she is screaming bloody murder on His Royal Highness's grave* no profit it being made from this - and if it was, then you'd be able to sue me! but there isn't. so don't sue me. I will, however, get rid of this if there's a Cease and Desist letter sent to me! :) isn't that sad? Okay, I'll get on with it now.
Chapter Started: 4/12/03 Chapter Finished: 4/15/03
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a little while after the last chapter, in Elrond's study (or library, or private rooms... whichever paints the right picture in your mind)
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Thranduil sat down stiffly in the chair Elrond beckoned him to. But the ebony-haired elven lord did not sit, instead he paced irritably.
"My son is dying from grief," Thranduil said at last. "grief that I engaged him? I doubt that, Elrond."
"Nay," Elrond said. "did I not just say that he was suffering from grief beforehand? Must I repeat myself? Your betrothing him has simply pushed him off the edge."
Thranduil sighed. "Look, Lord Elrond, when my youngest reached his majority, he made an oath that he would marry who I bid him marry unless he had my permission otherwise among other things. He knew this was coming - I really see no problem here, except that he is dying."
Elrond sighed. "Who is this elf that you engaged him to?" he decided at last.
This seemed to please Thranduil somewhat. "He is a few hundred years older then Legolas, and his name is Prince Delun. He is the only child and heir to King Sioldur of the only elven kingdom in the east; dwelling in the forest around the Sea of Lhûn."
Elrond frowned. "Has Legolas ever met this... Delun?"
"no, of course not. He has glimpsed King Sioldur a couple of times, but that is it."
Elrond shook his head. "My dear Lord Thranduil, could you at least have let your son meet him first? and where is the wedding to take place?"
"In Mirkwood, of course."
"then... mayhap it was because you engaged him to a MALE?"
"He has had no problems with that before..." Thranduil frowned. Now that he came to think of it... perhaps he should have stalled until Anythiel was old enough? An heir would secure the negotiations, and, unfortunately, and heir can not be produced between two males.
Obviously. Unless his son was the one to bear it - Silvan elves were strange that way. But... Thranduil creased his forehead at unwanted memories and frowned deeply.
He shrugged it off mentally. Oh well. Legolas would be fine.
"He would be fine with it if he hadn't already been suffering from grief in the first place," Thranduil said aloud. "Besides, my son does not mind the gender."
"then mayhap he already loves somebody else?"
Thranduil scoffed. "then he'd have asked my permission, and I'd have granted it. I'm not exactly heartless, Lord Elrond, and he knows this."
"Either way," Elrond continued, "t'would be better if the wedding was called off for the moment. Perhaps he was embarrassed - or the object of his affections is already taken. Or left for the Havens."
They both paused at that. Both Thranduil and Elrond knew what that felt like.
"we cannot be certain that he loves anybody," Thranduil reasoned. "perhaps a good friend of his died. That would not surprise me - my youngest son has always had an interest in Humans, and they die everyday."
"perhaps," Elrond said, then sighed.
"very well!" Thranduil burst out finally, standing up. "I will postpone the wedding for now."
"that will have to work for now." Elrond murmured, then offered Thranduil a steely smile, which he returned. "Would you like to see your son?"
"not this night," Thranduil replied, and left. "I am weary."
Elrond watched the door close behind the Sindarin elf-lord and pursed his lips.
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Aragorn returned later that night to the healing room, arms full of all sorts of plants and flowers.
It was dark, so he only had a few torches to light his way. But he was raised with elves, so he could see well anyway...
After putting the things away, he went to the other end of the room to check on his friend. Legolas lay silent, eyes closed, skin seeming to glow in the little light. On either side of him were two little Elflings, both sound asleep.
He smiled a little bit, though it was a sad smile. He rested a hand on Legolas' brow, and bit his lip and the temperature he felt.
"you are burning up, Mellon-nin," he whispered. Of course the elf didn't move, so Aragorn went about until he had a cloth and ice. He fashioned an ice-bag and rested it on Legolas' forehead before leaving. He did not see the dulled grey eyes watching him retreat.
Arwen was still up and waiting for him in their room that they shared, and she frowned at the look on her husband's face.
"what troubles you, Estel?" she asked softly, standing and gliding to meet him.
"his fever has returned, though not as bad as before." Aragorn did not have to say who 'he' was.
"Ai, melamin, you share his suffering," she murmured as he collapsed on the bed.
"I cannot help it, Lady Evenstar," he said, offering a small smile. "he is a dear friend, and more once a long time ago."
"is that what ails you? Guilt?" she sat next to him.
"Nay, I do not think so," he muttered. "I wasn't the one that ended our... relationship. And we are still good friends."
He closed his eyes and Arwen frowned. She wasn't stupid, or naïve, and her hearing was still just as good as ever. And she heard quite plainly the pain in her spouse's voice when he said those last fourteen words.
"I think that the two of you never really broke up," she announced softly. Aragorn stared at her as though she had gone crazy. "or you never completely got over him. This is why you are in so much pain. I know not why he suffers, but I know why you do."
"Arwen..." he started, but she laid a finger to his lips.
"I am not angry, and I know that you have yet to find this out yourself. Love is a very strong commitment, King Elessar, and cannot be broken with a simple 'we can't be together like this so let's be friends'. Perhaps he still feels the same way toward you..." she trailed off in understanding abruptly.
Of course! Why hadn't she seen it before? Arwen looked her Estel directly in his eyes and furrowed her brow. Despite how she knew it could be Legolas' life, Aragorn's happiness, and many other things, she couldn't bring herself to admit what was right. She loved him - and she had given up her immortality for him. Yet he was only infatuated with her, or lusted in the least, and could not tell the difference between that and love. Or refused to. Would she really give him up so easily?
Not likely.
But it was the right thing to do! It was SO obvious that they were in love! Her decision could determine the outcome of a good friend's life! Yet... Estel still had yet to figure out he felt nothing more for her and nothing less for *him* and Legolas was still in coma. Or so she thought.
Then Estel's touch should be able to bring him back, partially at least. In which case, the blond prince was most likely awake now, for Estel had just announced his fever was returning.
What was she to do? Give up her life in return for Legolas'?
The choices, the choices! Arwen reached up a hand and massaged a temple, and Aragorn looked at her worriedly. "Arwen?"
"I am fine, Estel," she said.
I don't know what to do! She thought, and closed her eyes, wondering if she should allow tears to come.
"Arwen? Melamin, you are not well," he started, but she jumped to her feet.
"I wish to console in my father," she said, a bit too stiffly. "Please, get some rest. Estel. I will be back this night - and if I am not, then I shall see you at breakfast tomorrow morn." With that, she walked quickly out of the room and left.
Aragorn watched her go, perplexed.
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Arwen swiftly made her way down towards Elrond's quarters, but slowed and paused when she heard a whimper. Looking quickly to the offending noise- making door, she saw that it was the door the healing room. The whimper sounded again, and it sounded as though from a child. Paternity taking over, Arwen pushed the door open and looked around.
When her eyes focused, she saw two huddled forms on a bed - Legolas' bed. They were definitely children, awake, and scared. She padded over in her stockings and sat down on the edge of the bed - the blond archer wasn't in it. nay, he wasn't even in the room.
I knew it, Arwen thought disdainfully.
"Hey, little ones," she murmured softly to the now quiet elflings. "Why do you cry so?"
there was a very long pause before a tiny male elfling answered, "not crying." Arwen considered reaching out to touch one of the children, but decided against it.
"Where's Las?"
"hmm?"
"Legolas. Where is he? He didn't fade did he??" the voice, belonging to a female this time, rose in pitch. "where is he?!?"
"shh, peace little one," Arwen soothed, gently pulling back the covers. "I do not know where he is, but he is alive."
The first elf was male, and looked no more than twenty years. He had white- blond hair, the trademark color for those under the line of Thranduil. The female Elfling seemed the exact age, yet her hair started out dark brown then smoothed into white-blond locks that reached her shoulders and had slight waves. The male's was straight. Arwen could also make out that the male had crystal blue-flecked eyes and the female had deep grey ones. They could have been twins if not looked at close enough.
"who are you?" he asked softly.
Arwen touched her chest lightly. "I am Arwen, Evenstar of Elves and Queen of Gondor." She doubted that they would understand the importance of this statement. "and may I ask the names of the brave young warrior and lady before me?"
They both hesitated, but the female was ready and more than willing to warm up to Arwen.
"My name's Elenawen, but Las calls me Ellelasse-nin. You can't call me that, though, you hafta call me 'Elenawen', kay?"
"okay, Lady Elenawen," Arwen replied with a smile. Legolas called her 'his little leaf'? I shall never know how the minds of the wood-elves work, she thought with a slight shake of the head.
"and what may I call you, good sir?"
"Elebrir," the young male replied. "But Las calls me 'Mallasse'. But just like Elenawen, you have to call me just Elebrir."
"Aye, Sir Elebrir," Arwen replied. "What are the two of you young ones doing here?"
"We're making Las feel better," Elenawen replied happily. "He's really, really sad."
"Has he told you what he's sad from?"
"our grandsire," Elebrir replied smoothly, especially for an Elfling his age. "he made him gonna get married to some other guy."
"Ah," Arwen had only wanted to know if anybody else knew. She stood up.
"If you would like, I can take you to some guest rooms..." Elenawen shook her head almost violently. "Nay!" she cried. "Las is gonna come back!"
"Aye, if you insist," Arwen said haltingly. She paused then turned to leave. "pleasant dreams," she said over her shoulder.
"Namarie!" came the drifted reply.
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A/N: OKAY, peeps! I have decided to give you a fair WARNING which I suspect will give me a flame or two and cause me to lose AT LEAST two readers. I have also decided to put this warning up in the summery, so that OTHERS have a fair warning before they enter this fic. ::ahem:: there is/was MPREG in this. So sorry! But I couldn't take it out. After all, then I'd have to make a MAJOR plot change AND change the title. Yeah? So, go ahead and flame me and leave or whatever if you want. I. Don't. care.
CG/MD: thank you! Lol, I just can NOT say that enough! And... a Silmarillion fan, are ya? Cool, I was going to write a Silmarillion-based fic but this plot bunny won me over. ^_^()
Veghead182: I'm glad you liked this! :D
Kayleigh-talitha: I go? Really? *ME*????? gosh! *blush* I'm so happy you've enjoyed this so far!
A/N: and for anybody that I missed (which is unlikely, but anyway) then MUCHUS GRACIOAS(sp?)for reading!!! I apologize much for the lack of updates - but gotta deal with my other stories (reviews!! REVIEWS!!! *dies*) and school (should have taken keyboarding in 6th when I had the chance) and life over all. Besides, one can't do everything and a bag of chips at the same time, right? Okay, I'll stop playing the pity-party.
LOL
Ai, and before I forget...
* Mallasse = golden leaf *
Elenawen = maiden of the stars
Las = leaf
Melamin = my love, I think, or my beloved.
Mellon-nin = my friend
* Ellelasse-nin = my little leaf *