Cale au Aratar 7
It was early morning – at least it would be in a few more hours, every normal being would take one look out of the window and turn around going straight back to bed. But this was not an option for him for today was the day of Aragorns coronation and he WOULD be there and if it would be the last thing he would do – which it could very well be.
A few hours earlier the last of the elvish rulers had arrived in Minas Thirid and was led straight to his rooms. Lord Elrond had taken only one look at him before he had declared that it would take a long time for him to recover if it were at all possible.
If truth be told he himself was not sure if he would recover at all. Luimîr and Elladan had kept him in bed for the last two and a half days but his strength was still waning; he knew as well as them that it was not only the poison the ailed him but far more – only he knew that he could do nothing against it.
He had seen his fathers heart break as well as Celebrians – both had survived but both had not been themselfs after that. His father king Thranduil had nearly cried at the sight of his son in such a helpless state and only years of practice had allowed him to appear unaffected. The pain his father had radiated at his sight had crashed over him as soon as the older elf had entered the room.
One of the downsides of being who he was, being the Calé au Aratar, the Light of the Valar, was that he was even more sensible to the feelings of those around him then any other elf. Only Lord Elrond was equally apprehensive about being close to too many people as his gift of sight tended to become more pronounced when in a larger group. Among elves he was able to suppress most of the visions but among mortals he was at their mercy.
Althilwen and Elrond were the only ones who knew how much he wished for solace for those whose feelings he felt – as Elrond wished to be able to change the future he saw.
The group from Imladris had arrived in the late evening hoping to avoid meeting with Aragorn before his coronation wanting to surprise him. Legolas was not sure if it was a good idea to force Aragorn to believe that his foster father and his one love had missed his coronation but he was to tired and to annoyed with Aragorn to argue with the Lord of Imladris – besides what good would it do, the house of Turgon was known for their stubbornness.
After all wasn't Turgon the one who insisted that Gondolin was safe? – but then the other lines of Fingolfins children where not much better: While Aredhel was said to have been a soft spoken Lady her only son brought forth the downfall of Gondolin with his jealousy of Tuor. Fingon, the first of Fingolfins children was also the most considerate – very different from his two children Erenion – Gil-Galad – and Celebitiel.
Gil-Galad was widely known for his stubbornness and his younger sister proved how stubborn she could be by marrying a Sindar elf when her family who consisted of proud Noldor hoped that she would also marry a Noldo – it didn't came as a surprise after that that Gil-Galad never married.
Oh yes Legolas thought with an amused grin – at least it would have been an grin if his face hadn't immediately contoured into a grimace of pain – he was really one to judge about the stubbornness of others: almost every line that was known for their stubbornness came together in himself: from his mothers side he had the blood of Thingol and Melian as well as Rilêwen the first Avari who had left her family to marry a Noldo, well half Noldo half Maia.
Even though his father was king of the Sindar he had only two Sindar in his family-tree, his mother and his grandfather, his grandmother was partly Vanya but mostly Noldo. Legolas himself was even less Sindar then his father as his mother had been mostly Avari ( and partly Noldo and Maia).
If Althilwen and himself would ever have children all the lines of Finwë would be once again united. It would be amusing to see such children grow: the children of Finwës separated bloodline had caused mischief wherever they went, how much more havoc would a child bring that united those bloodlines?
Sometimes he wondered if the Valar hadn't chosen him as High King in a ploy to destroy the race of Elves – it certainly looked that way when he remembered that he had shot the last High King when they had first met because he had been mistaken for a girl... But then he HAD been only twelve years old and his overly delicate form had been subject of much teasing – as he DID look like a girl from afar and knew it himself.
Even now when he was clearly an adult did some humans mistake him for an elleth when they were seeing him from the distance and he was wearing gowns, which was exactly the reason while he was seldom wearing them. It was certainly not helping that his father and friends still teased him about his first meeting with Erenion.
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Only the fast reflexes of Elrond, Lord of Imladris, prevented that Legolas, prince of the woodland realm and soon to be High King of all Elves fell to the floor as he lost conscious. He was glad to notice that Thranduils eyes were still glazed over, he was not sure, if the seemingly stoic elf would handle seeing his only surviving child so near to death.
When Silruinel and Tinmirwen had been killed by a band of Orcs shortly after the Last Alliance Thranduil had been devastated and had nearly faded. It had taken weeks before he had spoken again and only because he feared that his son Legolas would follow him to Namos halls if he would die. The Thranduil who he met not a year later was only a shell of the spirited elf he had last seen at the slopes of the Orodruin; the proud humorous elf that he had known was forever gone replaced by a seemingly cold and bad-tempered shell of an elf.
Two and a half millennia later the memory of what had become of his friend was the only thing that prevented himself from following the example of his friend and closing all his feelings off. He know that he had become more serious after the departure of his beloved wife Celebrian to Valinor but unlike his friend he was still capable of showing his feelings.
He had been shocked to see in Legolas eyes the same heartbreak he had seen before in the eyes of his father and in the eyes of his wife before she departed. While Thranduil had been able to stay in Arda he had lost his spirit, almost everything that had made him the son of Oropher, Celebrian had not had the comfort of being able just close of her feelings as every touch, however loving and soft, brought back the memories of her time as prisoner of the Orcs.
Elrond drew in a pained breath as he dressed Legolas wound with the help of his son Elladan and Legolas uncle Luimîr. Even after the more then four centuries it brought memories of anguish to think of the last days he had spend with his wife after three weeks of uncertainty. What could have brought this anguish into Legolas eyes? What had he seen that allowed his heard to break, what had happened since he had left the Last Homely House?
It was early morning – at least it would be in a few more hours, every normal being would take one look out of the window and turn around going straight back to bed. But this was not an option for him for today was the day of Aragorns coronation and he WOULD be there and if it would be the last thing he would do – which it could very well be.
A few hours earlier the last of the elvish rulers had arrived in Minas Thirid and was led straight to his rooms. Lord Elrond had taken only one look at him before he had declared that it would take a long time for him to recover if it were at all possible.
If truth be told he himself was not sure if he would recover at all. Luimîr and Elladan had kept him in bed for the last two and a half days but his strength was still waning; he knew as well as them that it was not only the poison the ailed him but far more – only he knew that he could do nothing against it.
He had seen his fathers heart break as well as Celebrians – both had survived but both had not been themselfs after that. His father king Thranduil had nearly cried at the sight of his son in such a helpless state and only years of practice had allowed him to appear unaffected. The pain his father had radiated at his sight had crashed over him as soon as the older elf had entered the room.
One of the downsides of being who he was, being the Calé au Aratar, the Light of the Valar, was that he was even more sensible to the feelings of those around him then any other elf. Only Lord Elrond was equally apprehensive about being close to too many people as his gift of sight tended to become more pronounced when in a larger group. Among elves he was able to suppress most of the visions but among mortals he was at their mercy.
Althilwen and Elrond were the only ones who knew how much he wished for solace for those whose feelings he felt – as Elrond wished to be able to change the future he saw.
The group from Imladris had arrived in the late evening hoping to avoid meeting with Aragorn before his coronation wanting to surprise him. Legolas was not sure if it was a good idea to force Aragorn to believe that his foster father and his one love had missed his coronation but he was to tired and to annoyed with Aragorn to argue with the Lord of Imladris – besides what good would it do, the house of Turgon was known for their stubbornness.
After all wasn't Turgon the one who insisted that Gondolin was safe? – but then the other lines of Fingolfins children where not much better: While Aredhel was said to have been a soft spoken Lady her only son brought forth the downfall of Gondolin with his jealousy of Tuor. Fingon, the first of Fingolfins children was also the most considerate – very different from his two children Erenion – Gil-Galad – and Celebitiel.
Gil-Galad was widely known for his stubbornness and his younger sister proved how stubborn she could be by marrying a Sindar elf when her family who consisted of proud Noldor hoped that she would also marry a Noldo – it didn't came as a surprise after that that Gil-Galad never married.
Oh yes Legolas thought with an amused grin – at least it would have been an grin if his face hadn't immediately contoured into a grimace of pain – he was really one to judge about the stubbornness of others: almost every line that was known for their stubbornness came together in himself: from his mothers side he had the blood of Thingol and Melian as well as Rilêwen the first Avari who had left her family to marry a Noldo, well half Noldo half Maia.
Even though his father was king of the Sindar he had only two Sindar in his family-tree, his mother and his grandfather, his grandmother was partly Vanya but mostly Noldo. Legolas himself was even less Sindar then his father as his mother had been mostly Avari ( and partly Noldo and Maia).
If Althilwen and himself would ever have children all the lines of Finwë would be once again united. It would be amusing to see such children grow: the children of Finwës separated bloodline had caused mischief wherever they went, how much more havoc would a child bring that united those bloodlines?
Sometimes he wondered if the Valar hadn't chosen him as High King in a ploy to destroy the race of Elves – it certainly looked that way when he remembered that he had shot the last High King when they had first met because he had been mistaken for a girl... But then he HAD been only twelve years old and his overly delicate form had been subject of much teasing – as he DID look like a girl from afar and knew it himself.
Even now when he was clearly an adult did some humans mistake him for an elleth when they were seeing him from the distance and he was wearing gowns, which was exactly the reason while he was seldom wearing them. It was certainly not helping that his father and friends still teased him about his first meeting with Erenion.
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Only the fast reflexes of Elrond, Lord of Imladris, prevented that Legolas, prince of the woodland realm and soon to be High King of all Elves fell to the floor as he lost conscious. He was glad to notice that Thranduils eyes were still glazed over, he was not sure, if the seemingly stoic elf would handle seeing his only surviving child so near to death.
When Silruinel and Tinmirwen had been killed by a band of Orcs shortly after the Last Alliance Thranduil had been devastated and had nearly faded. It had taken weeks before he had spoken again and only because he feared that his son Legolas would follow him to Namos halls if he would die. The Thranduil who he met not a year later was only a shell of the spirited elf he had last seen at the slopes of the Orodruin; the proud humorous elf that he had known was forever gone replaced by a seemingly cold and bad-tempered shell of an elf.
Two and a half millennia later the memory of what had become of his friend was the only thing that prevented himself from following the example of his friend and closing all his feelings off. He know that he had become more serious after the departure of his beloved wife Celebrian to Valinor but unlike his friend he was still capable of showing his feelings.
He had been shocked to see in Legolas eyes the same heartbreak he had seen before in the eyes of his father and in the eyes of his wife before she departed. While Thranduil had been able to stay in Arda he had lost his spirit, almost everything that had made him the son of Oropher, Celebrian had not had the comfort of being able just close of her feelings as every touch, however loving and soft, brought back the memories of her time as prisoner of the Orcs.
Elrond drew in a pained breath as he dressed Legolas wound with the help of his son Elladan and Legolas uncle Luimîr. Even after the more then four centuries it brought memories of anguish to think of the last days he had spend with his wife after three weeks of uncertainty. What could have brought this anguish into Legolas eyes? What had he seen that allowed his heard to break, what had happened since he had left the Last Homely House?