Author's Notes: all right. here's part three finally. there's the
already established Legolas/Aragorn slash here, and i've introduced
Glorfindel/Erestor though it's just a minor little side-thing-y. nothing
big or important. lastly, Legolas calls Glorfindel "Ada" in this story.
obviously he does not mean this literally but it comes from the bane of my
existence... "Greenleaf." (btw, the first little chapter of "Greenleaf"
will *hopefully* be up sometime next week) just know that Glorfindel is
very fond of Legolas and Legolas really looks up to Glorfindel.
U-nalla = don't cry // tol-si hen = come here, child // henneth = window // nen = water // sigil = knife // cost = quarrel // meleth = love // Ind-Ada = heart-father (a nickname that Legolas gave to Glorfindel when he was a child since they are so similar in their hearts)
****Glorfindel's POV****
I hover somewhere between dream-state and wakefulness, basking in the happy contentment of being wrapped in Erestor's warm embrace. All the grief I've suffered in my double life has been worth it since it led to this moment. All the beings of the world should be this happy...
The heavy door to my bedchamber creaks open. It seems for a moment as if it opened itself for no one enters the room though the door is far too heavy to have blown open. I am about to go investigate when a pale, slender figure slips into the room. It seems for all the world as though a ghost has just graced me with its presence. In a way I am not far wrong.
The figure steps closer to the bed and I realize that it is Legolas who stands there staring at me. He looks different. The youngest prince of Mirkwood has always been more pale than most but now he seems almost translucent. His eyes are vacant and even his golden hair has lost its luster. When he exhales his breath swirls silver against the darkness though it is not nearly cold enough for that. To my horror his eyes fill with tears and one crystalline drop rolls down his pale cheek.
"U-nalla, Legolas." His vacant blue eyes are still fixed on me, but I have to wonder if he truly sees me. "Tol-si hen." I hold a hand out to him and before the words have completely left my mouth, he flies into my arms, burying his head in my shoulder.
"Henneth... Dunadan... nen... sigil.. cost... meleth..." His tears wet my skin and I can only make out individual words through his quiet sobs. Or maybe he's only speaking individual words. He shivers in my arms and I press the back of one hand to his neck. He's freezing cold! I know I should be concerned about Estel given Legolas' incoherent ramblings, but I find that my heart still has not forgotten the little Elfling that I helped pull out of his shell and who now needs my help again.
"Glorfindel?" The rich voice belongs to Erestor and I turn my head slightly toward my lover.
"I'm afraid something has happened but I cannot leave Legolas alone like this. See if you can find Estel and make sure he is well." Erestor gapes at me for a moment then quickly climbs from the bed and pulls a robe on as he heads for the door. With one last curious glance over his shoulder he vanishes into the dark corridor beyond.
Now I can turn my attention back to Legolas. "We need to get you warm, Pen- tithen-nin. How about we retire to the Hall of Fire? We can curl up before the great fire and talk about what happened to you. Does that sound all right?" I find myself speaking to him as if he were a child again. I feel him nod against my chest and I sit up, drawing him with me. Without loosening my grip on the distraught Prince I reach for my robe and pull it on. Legolas refuses to let go of me so I simply stand and gather him into my arms. I carry him in this manner all the way to the Hall of Fire.
A blast of warm air hits me as I step through the threshold into the Hall and I smile, knowing that this will be good for Legolas. I settle him directly in front of the hearth and go about gathering cushions and blankets. Finally I settle back behind him and draw him back into my arms, covering us both with blankets. I am sweltering but I don't mind as I know this is for his good. Startled blue eyes stare up at me and I sense a clearness to them now that wasn't there before. It seems that the Golden Prince is beginning to return to the land of the waking.
"Ind-Ada, I am afraid I have done something horrible." His tear-filled blue eyes peer up at me clouded by both sorrow and worry and my heart breaks at his distress. "I remember I had a knife pressed to Estel's throat but then ... I don't really remember. Something happened and I left. I don't know where the knife is or where Estel is or even if he's all right." His voice quavers as he pleads with me. "Help me, ada."
Tears spring to my eyes at the helplessness in him. What happened to the child of my heart? I gather the slim blond into my arms again and pull him closer to me. "I have sent Erestor to look for Estel. He'll find him and everything will be fine, all right? You'll see." I repeat these words over and over, wondering if they're really meant for him or me.
The child clings to me as though I am his lifeline and I find myself wishing to keep him here with me forever. I love this golden prince with all my heart and I never wanted to let him go in the first place. I hated having to let him return to that cold palace in Mirkwood where he would have to live under his father's iron fist. I was afraid for him; I was afraid of what would become of him. He's always been such a delicate spirit... Perhaps I shouldn't have helped him break down his mental barriers. I would rather see him intact with mental walls a mile thick than to see him like this, shattered and empty. I long to ask what happened to make him this way but I think he'll tell me in his own time.
As I gently stroke the blond head I realize that the prince is dozing against my shoulder and I carefully maneuver so that my back is against a divan, pulling the warm body closer. I wonder when the last time was he truly rested.
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wow. alright. that was shorter than i expected but i hit that point and decided it was a good place to stop. thanks for reading and stay tuned for chapter IV of "You Oughta Know" coming soon.
U-nalla = don't cry // tol-si hen = come here, child // henneth = window // nen = water // sigil = knife // cost = quarrel // meleth = love // Ind-Ada = heart-father (a nickname that Legolas gave to Glorfindel when he was a child since they are so similar in their hearts)
****Glorfindel's POV****
I hover somewhere between dream-state and wakefulness, basking in the happy contentment of being wrapped in Erestor's warm embrace. All the grief I've suffered in my double life has been worth it since it led to this moment. All the beings of the world should be this happy...
The heavy door to my bedchamber creaks open. It seems for a moment as if it opened itself for no one enters the room though the door is far too heavy to have blown open. I am about to go investigate when a pale, slender figure slips into the room. It seems for all the world as though a ghost has just graced me with its presence. In a way I am not far wrong.
The figure steps closer to the bed and I realize that it is Legolas who stands there staring at me. He looks different. The youngest prince of Mirkwood has always been more pale than most but now he seems almost translucent. His eyes are vacant and even his golden hair has lost its luster. When he exhales his breath swirls silver against the darkness though it is not nearly cold enough for that. To my horror his eyes fill with tears and one crystalline drop rolls down his pale cheek.
"U-nalla, Legolas." His vacant blue eyes are still fixed on me, but I have to wonder if he truly sees me. "Tol-si hen." I hold a hand out to him and before the words have completely left my mouth, he flies into my arms, burying his head in my shoulder.
"Henneth... Dunadan... nen... sigil.. cost... meleth..." His tears wet my skin and I can only make out individual words through his quiet sobs. Or maybe he's only speaking individual words. He shivers in my arms and I press the back of one hand to his neck. He's freezing cold! I know I should be concerned about Estel given Legolas' incoherent ramblings, but I find that my heart still has not forgotten the little Elfling that I helped pull out of his shell and who now needs my help again.
"Glorfindel?" The rich voice belongs to Erestor and I turn my head slightly toward my lover.
"I'm afraid something has happened but I cannot leave Legolas alone like this. See if you can find Estel and make sure he is well." Erestor gapes at me for a moment then quickly climbs from the bed and pulls a robe on as he heads for the door. With one last curious glance over his shoulder he vanishes into the dark corridor beyond.
Now I can turn my attention back to Legolas. "We need to get you warm, Pen- tithen-nin. How about we retire to the Hall of Fire? We can curl up before the great fire and talk about what happened to you. Does that sound all right?" I find myself speaking to him as if he were a child again. I feel him nod against my chest and I sit up, drawing him with me. Without loosening my grip on the distraught Prince I reach for my robe and pull it on. Legolas refuses to let go of me so I simply stand and gather him into my arms. I carry him in this manner all the way to the Hall of Fire.
A blast of warm air hits me as I step through the threshold into the Hall and I smile, knowing that this will be good for Legolas. I settle him directly in front of the hearth and go about gathering cushions and blankets. Finally I settle back behind him and draw him back into my arms, covering us both with blankets. I am sweltering but I don't mind as I know this is for his good. Startled blue eyes stare up at me and I sense a clearness to them now that wasn't there before. It seems that the Golden Prince is beginning to return to the land of the waking.
"Ind-Ada, I am afraid I have done something horrible." His tear-filled blue eyes peer up at me clouded by both sorrow and worry and my heart breaks at his distress. "I remember I had a knife pressed to Estel's throat but then ... I don't really remember. Something happened and I left. I don't know where the knife is or where Estel is or even if he's all right." His voice quavers as he pleads with me. "Help me, ada."
Tears spring to my eyes at the helplessness in him. What happened to the child of my heart? I gather the slim blond into my arms again and pull him closer to me. "I have sent Erestor to look for Estel. He'll find him and everything will be fine, all right? You'll see." I repeat these words over and over, wondering if they're really meant for him or me.
The child clings to me as though I am his lifeline and I find myself wishing to keep him here with me forever. I love this golden prince with all my heart and I never wanted to let him go in the first place. I hated having to let him return to that cold palace in Mirkwood where he would have to live under his father's iron fist. I was afraid for him; I was afraid of what would become of him. He's always been such a delicate spirit... Perhaps I shouldn't have helped him break down his mental barriers. I would rather see him intact with mental walls a mile thick than to see him like this, shattered and empty. I long to ask what happened to make him this way but I think he'll tell me in his own time.
As I gently stroke the blond head I realize that the prince is dozing against my shoulder and I carefully maneuver so that my back is against a divan, pulling the warm body closer. I wonder when the last time was he truly rested.
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wow. alright. that was shorter than i expected but i hit that point and decided it was a good place to stop. thanks for reading and stay tuned for chapter IV of "You Oughta Know" coming soon.