Author: Relenquinix and Edward Uwnhai Silverfang

E-mail: Relenquinix@Yahoo.com and Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com

Warning: This is as far as it can go from the original LOTR, completely AU. Slash

Summery: There are four Squad's of Elves who work to cleans the dimensions of orcs. Kind of hard to explain, but its about all of the Squads and how they get along and their war's. basically.

Author's Note: To a question asked, AU stands for Alternate Universe, meaning we're not talking middle Earth here, but . something else.

{} = Kithorean Language, I made it up, I made it up, not Relenquinix, ME!!! Edward!!! I did it, I did it!

*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter One ~*~*~*~*~*

(Forty years later)

*~*~*~ Elrond ~*~*~* It was a long and hard winter, but the ice finally started to recede. The elves looked wistfully across a large sheet of ice, covered with snow.

"Do you think it safe?" A blond asked, looking over at the leader.

"Probably not, but do we have a choice? We are delayed enough as it is." He answered.

They thought in silence for a moment. "Set camp, we'll cross tomorrow." The leader ordered. "And Glorfindel, come here a moment."

"What is it Elrond?" The blond asked.

"We should loose the horses, they cant cross this. But I'm sure they will find their own way home eventually." Elrond said.

"You're probably right again." Glorfindel chuckled.

"Of course, I'm all ways right." Elrond said in a tone of voice that just spoke 'I'm all that'.

The two of them shared a chuckle. "We shall be in Naena's capital on the marrow." Elrond said patting his lover and confident on the shoulder before trudging off, looking for his daughter.

"Arwen!" He called.

"Yes, General?" Arwen came running up to her father.

"I need you to take a message to Thranduil in Uncas."

"So, you think they've made it all ready to Naena?" She asked.

"Yes, Thranduil would not tarry when he has his son to look after."

"He brought Legolas?"

"So I've heard, now, deliver this." Elrond handed over an off white envelope and his daughter hugged him before running off to her horse.

There, she pulled out her traveling stone. Very few have the ability to travel with a Chingachgook stone, but all who do are trained so they can deliver messages between the elfish tribes.

She whispered a few charmed words in the Kithorean tongue and she was gone.

*~*~*~*~ Thranduil ~*~*~*~*

It was a peaceful evening, the moon filtering through the trees and the stars shinning brightly. The birds were chirping their midnight lullabies to their young and the elves listened silently.

Legolas lifted his head to the heavens and smiled brightly, it was a good day. The first in many where there had been no local orc movements, which was a rare happening.

He made his way to his father's tent and opened it, then made his way over to the blond general himself and plopped down by his side in a very un- elfish manner.

"What is it my son?" Thranduil asked.

Legolas leaned his head heavily on his father's thigh.

"Then you should go to bed." His father replied.

Legolas took his father's hand and tugged on it gently.

"I will when I finish these reports. Did you see any orcs when your party was gone?" Thranduil asked quickly.

Legolas shook his head and stood, his eyes boring into his fathers.

"I will go to bed when I finish, the council is depending on me to get my share of the work done." Thranduil said.

Legolas nodded his head and walked to the back of the tent, where he let himself fall to his bed and he was asleep in moments.

Thranduil sighed, he was long used to the fact that his son would not talk to anyone. He had tried telling him that Oropher's death was an ascendant but the child still believed it was because he had yelled out.

He rubbed his hand over his face and went back to his work, this was going to be a long night, and Legolas will not be to pleased to find out his father had stayed up so long, but he had to finish his work.

*~*~*~ Saeros ~*~*~*

A few hours later, Saeros walked in. "General, Messenger Arwen of The Rivendell's has arrived."

Thranduil sighed. "Bring the child in then."

After a few moments a beautiful young woman walked in, "General Thranduil, it is good to see you well. My father General Elrond sends word." She spoke with a honeyed voice and a sweet smile playing her red lips and a faint rose hue to her cheeks.

"Hand it over then." He said gently.

She pulled it out over her satchel, passing it over to the elder elf. He took it and read, once twice, then set it down. He thought for a moment.

"I thank you, Saeros will give you a place to sleep for the night." He excused her, picking up his quill once more.

Arwen fallowed Saeros out the tent flap, and down the path between other tents. Finally they came to one near the out skirts of the encampment and he opened it walking in and expecting her to fallow.

"You can sleep in here tonight. I hope you brought your own bed roll, because I do not have an extra." He said.

"I'm prepared enough." She said.

He nodded his head and walked out following the path once again, this time stopping in front of Caranthir's tent, he entered.

"I suddenly have to house Rivendell's messenger, can I stay here for tonight?" He asked his old friend.

"Yes, of course you can." Caranthir said smiling.

"I was hoping." Saeros said, "So, are you ready for bed?"

"Who said we were going to bed. We are heading in that direction, but sleep is a while coming." Caranthir whispered to the elf that had decided to straddle his hips.

They started kissing, tongues clashing, hands exploring and undoing clasps on clothing. The two fell back dark and light hair mingling and twisting, as were their bodies in a passion filled embrace.

*~*~*~*~ Thranduil ~*~*~*~*

A few minutes after Arwen and Saeros left, Legolas came back. He leaned down next to his father, pointed to the sky and then to Thranduil's work with a questioning gaze.

Thranduil sighed. "All right, I'm coming." He put his work away then him and his son walked back to the bed where they curled up and Legolas was soon asleep again.

"Why do you have to grow up in such a horrible time, my son?" He asked himself. "You should have been free, free to see the beauty and wonders of The Universe, but were stuck in this war."

He stroked his son's hair gently, and kissed the top of his son's head. "Your mother could all ways see the light, you would have loved her. She deserved to live, to grow with you as I have."

Thranduil sighed and hugged his child closer, "I love you Legolas, and your pain hurts me. I wish there was something I could do for you." Soon he fell asleep listening to his son's gentle breathing.

*~*~*~ Elrond ~*~*~*

It was the next morning; Elrond woke to the birds chirping, and the sun shining, wrapped tightly in his lovers arms.

"Lim Anum quil dimmor, nin milif." Elrond said in the ancient language of Kithorean. {The sun is shinning, my love.}

"All ready?" The blond elf asked drowsily, yawning in the cup of his hand.

"A." Elrond replied. {Yes}

"And you must be in a good mood if you're talking in that annoying language." Glorfindel chided playfully.

Elrond laughed. "I don't want to forget the past, and I love it."

"This I know, this I know." Glorfindel sighed.

The two sighed and stood, dressing themselves. Once out side, they found Elrond's sons.

"Elladan, Elrohir, get the camp ready to move, loose all horses." He ordered.

The two nodded their assent and ran off doing as ordered.

About an hour later, Elrond in the lead walked across the ice, walking stick poking the ground in front of him, to see if it would give under their weight. The rest followed suit, either in the same place, or with their own leader with walking stick.

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Wow, a whole five pages long! I'm doing good. Lol, I'll try to do more my next turn, but for now I hand the torch over to Relenquinix. Come on, we are waiting!! *Tap's foot impatiently.* Review Please!!!!!!!!!