Never without you
Chapter 7: Family Secrets
Pairings: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: I own nothing so I get nothing
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships, if you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
Notes: Okay, everyone here is what you all have been waiting for. Hope all of you had a fun and safe New Year. Thank you all for the reviews and comments.
~HHS: You will find out soon about Elladan's children and mate, but if you read the last part where Elladan and Elrohir were talking you have gotten a little hint. All the missing pieces will come together soon and why Thranduil is being a jerk.
/ Thoughts /
:: Mindspeak/Telepathy ::
{Elvish} still learning. Most will be in English
Any and all mistakes are mine. This chapter is not beta-read.
Now, enough of my endless chatter on with the story. Enjoy!
~oOo@oOo~
The Lord of Caras Galadhon rubbed his temples as his mate messaged his shoulders. His head throbbed. Celeborn wanted to drink some wine but didn't dare. If he drowned himself in the potent Elven wine he would surely lose a grip on his power, and he couldn't afford that to happen. Galadriel alone didn't have the strength to keep his powers in check.
Celeborn had to maintain a sense of balance with himself and nature, but this task was being most difficult Thranduil was in one of his moods. The Elven lord had been looking for his son for the past two days to no avail. Celeborn knew that the prince left to get some private time with the guardian but he was not going to tell Thranduil.
The royal sat in silence contemplating their next move. Celeborn even summoned Elrond who had a little more experience in dealing with the Mirkwood king.
"Thranduil will not relent. When he finds out, he's going to want Legolas to abort his pregnancy," Elrond stated.
"We will not allow him to put his son through losing any more of his children," Galadriel replied.
"What would you do? Legolas is Prince of his realm and Thranduil do what he will," Elrond countered.
Up to that point Celeborn had been silent. "At what price? He has all ready loss one son because of his stubbornness. Would he be so foolish to risk the life of his other son?" Celeborn replied. "No, Thranduil will see what he is doing is wrong."
"What happened with Tandilion cannot be undone. I can only pray that Legolas will not let Thranduil stress him out and fall to the same Fate. Being pregnant will take a toll on him as we have seen," Elrond said remembering something painful.
Galadriel saw his pained expression on his ageless face. "How is Elladan holding up these days? He rarely comes to visit us anymore." She seldom saw her grandson and was concerned about his state of being.
"He is doing better. He has not gotten over the loss," Elrond answered. "None of us have," he added quietly to himself.
"We are very surprised that he has lived after losing his mate," Celeborn said also worried about his grandson.
"It is because of Elrohir that he has survived."
"I see no other way to aid Legolas," Celeborn said changing the topic. "We have no other choice but to inform Thranduil about Haldir."
"He does not want anyone to know," Galadriel admitted.
"I will not stand by and watch my son fade to the Halls of Mandos. Thranduil is doing this because he lost his lover and Tandilion. His loss has turned him bitter and by thus Legolas is suffering because of it." Celeborn was to his boiling point and Galadriel knew when to back off. This was now a close subject.
"When will you tell him, my love?"
"The sooner the better. No telling what Thranduil might do in his current state of mind."
The high Elves concluded their meeting seeking out the Elven king.
~oOo@oOo~
Legolas stretched in bed trying to ward off the effects of sleep. It felt good to wake-up next to his husband. He felt secured and loved which was what he needed right now. He turned over to ease out of bed to prepare breakfast when his morning sickness took hold again.
He ran into the bathroom barely making it inside to throw-up in the basin. Haldir stirred when the sudden movement made the bed bounced. He quickly became aware reaching for his sword that he kept by the bed only to hear his mate. He dons his robe and grabbed an extra one.
Legolas slid to smooth wooden floor holding his round stomach with shaky arms. Haldir draped his robe over him while brushing blonde hair out of the way.
"Feeling any better?"
"Nay, my stomach feels like I'm on turbulent water. I can't keep anything down," Legolas confessed. He hated feeling weak.
"Back to bed and I'll see about getting you something that will ease your sickness." Haldir carefully lift his lover and help him back to bed.
"Stay with me," Legolas asked.
"I wish not to see you like this. I was not there for you the first time my love so now I'm going to pamper you like the royal heir that you are."
"Do not say such things Haldir. I am merely a prince but when I am with you my title and lineage is no more. I am just your husband," Legolas said.
"You are so much more than you realize my love." Haldir leaned over to kiss Legolas when there was a forceful knock at the front door. He muttered a Westorn curse.
"It's probably Rúmil or Orophin," Legolas offered hopefully.
Haldir nodded rising from his place on the bed. "Get some rest. I'll be back shortly with breakfast for you."
The Marchwarden opened the door to greet his visitor but was surprised to find, "Lord Thranduil, how can I help you?"
The Elf king walked passed the guardian not waiting to be invited in. "I think you know why I am here. Where is my son?"
Haldir barely closed the door when the royal asked about his mate.
"I thought that I had made myself perfectly clear about you staying away from my son, Guardian," Thranduil spat out the last word like it was acid.
"Aye you did but Legolas is his own person of age who can decide for himself to disassociate himself with his friends," Haldir said gaining his silky tone and arrogance that his was known for.
"You are more than just a friend to him Guardian. I've seen they way he looks at you when you walk by him. I will not have my son end up like Tandilion," Thranduil vented.
They heard a gasp from the hallway. They turned to find Legolas gapping at them from the doorway with his hand protectively hiding his stomach with his robe. He woke when he heard shouting coming from the front room.
"Why are you here, Ada? And who is Tandilion?" Legolas asked.
"I came here to bring you back to the royal guest talan."
"I wish to stay with Haldir, Ada."
Thranduil stared wide-eyed at his son then turned his vengeful blue gaze on the Marchwarden. "I see that you want to make this difficult. Very well. Legolas we're heading back home, expect to be bound and married as soon as we get back," Thranduil announced triumphantly seeing the shocked expression on both of their faces.
Legolas felt as if someone just knocked the air out of him. He wasn't going to allow his Father to control his life. "Nay, I cannot. I told you that my heart belongs to Haldir. I will not leave him."
"You will risk your future and shame your family because you say you love him?!" Thranduil roared.
"Aye, for I have all ready pledged myself to him and him to me," Legolas replied desperately fighting his sickness.
"You foolish Elf! The pledge matters not. You can still mate to another," Thranduil bellowed.
"Your Majesty please. You are being too hasty-" was all Haldir could say.
Thranduil had caught him unawares. The king silence the silver-hair blonde with a quick blow to his jaw. Haldir spun to the floor. His head was reeling from the strike. He tried to get up but Thranduil was having none of it.
He knelt beside the Galadhrim pinching the back of his neck rendering the guardian unconscious.
"What have done?! What are you doing?!" Legolas yelled pushing his father away from his husband.
"This is for your own good, my son. Come," Thranduil said holding out his hand.
"Nay, I will not!" Legolas didn't have a choice in the matter. Thranduil applied the same technique that he used on the Marchwarden.
When the prince opened his eyes again he looked around the familiar room. His head ached. He pushed himself off the bed and opened the window. He scanned the foliage beyond the balcony. Tears of anger marred his delicate features. "By the Valar, I'm in Mirkwood."
~ TBC ~
A/N: What in the heck is going on with Thranduil? Any takers? Tell me what you think, and what secret doesn't Haldir want anyone to know?
Nemesis ^_~
~*~*~ Teaser Chapter 8: Grief
"Ada. . ." Legolas sobbed. "I am dying."
"How could you be dying? Unless. . ." Thranduil's azure eyes widen with fright.
Chapter 7: Family Secrets
Pairings: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: I own nothing so I get nothing
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships, if you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
Notes: Okay, everyone here is what you all have been waiting for. Hope all of you had a fun and safe New Year. Thank you all for the reviews and comments.
~HHS: You will find out soon about Elladan's children and mate, but if you read the last part where Elladan and Elrohir were talking you have gotten a little hint. All the missing pieces will come together soon and why Thranduil is being a jerk.
/ Thoughts /
:: Mindspeak/Telepathy ::
{Elvish} still learning. Most will be in English
Any and all mistakes are mine. This chapter is not beta-read.
Now, enough of my endless chatter on with the story. Enjoy!
~oOo@oOo~
The Lord of Caras Galadhon rubbed his temples as his mate messaged his shoulders. His head throbbed. Celeborn wanted to drink some wine but didn't dare. If he drowned himself in the potent Elven wine he would surely lose a grip on his power, and he couldn't afford that to happen. Galadriel alone didn't have the strength to keep his powers in check.
Celeborn had to maintain a sense of balance with himself and nature, but this task was being most difficult Thranduil was in one of his moods. The Elven lord had been looking for his son for the past two days to no avail. Celeborn knew that the prince left to get some private time with the guardian but he was not going to tell Thranduil.
The royal sat in silence contemplating their next move. Celeborn even summoned Elrond who had a little more experience in dealing with the Mirkwood king.
"Thranduil will not relent. When he finds out, he's going to want Legolas to abort his pregnancy," Elrond stated.
"We will not allow him to put his son through losing any more of his children," Galadriel replied.
"What would you do? Legolas is Prince of his realm and Thranduil do what he will," Elrond countered.
Up to that point Celeborn had been silent. "At what price? He has all ready loss one son because of his stubbornness. Would he be so foolish to risk the life of his other son?" Celeborn replied. "No, Thranduil will see what he is doing is wrong."
"What happened with Tandilion cannot be undone. I can only pray that Legolas will not let Thranduil stress him out and fall to the same Fate. Being pregnant will take a toll on him as we have seen," Elrond said remembering something painful.
Galadriel saw his pained expression on his ageless face. "How is Elladan holding up these days? He rarely comes to visit us anymore." She seldom saw her grandson and was concerned about his state of being.
"He is doing better. He has not gotten over the loss," Elrond answered. "None of us have," he added quietly to himself.
"We are very surprised that he has lived after losing his mate," Celeborn said also worried about his grandson.
"It is because of Elrohir that he has survived."
"I see no other way to aid Legolas," Celeborn said changing the topic. "We have no other choice but to inform Thranduil about Haldir."
"He does not want anyone to know," Galadriel admitted.
"I will not stand by and watch my son fade to the Halls of Mandos. Thranduil is doing this because he lost his lover and Tandilion. His loss has turned him bitter and by thus Legolas is suffering because of it." Celeborn was to his boiling point and Galadriel knew when to back off. This was now a close subject.
"When will you tell him, my love?"
"The sooner the better. No telling what Thranduil might do in his current state of mind."
The high Elves concluded their meeting seeking out the Elven king.
~oOo@oOo~
Legolas stretched in bed trying to ward off the effects of sleep. It felt good to wake-up next to his husband. He felt secured and loved which was what he needed right now. He turned over to ease out of bed to prepare breakfast when his morning sickness took hold again.
He ran into the bathroom barely making it inside to throw-up in the basin. Haldir stirred when the sudden movement made the bed bounced. He quickly became aware reaching for his sword that he kept by the bed only to hear his mate. He dons his robe and grabbed an extra one.
Legolas slid to smooth wooden floor holding his round stomach with shaky arms. Haldir draped his robe over him while brushing blonde hair out of the way.
"Feeling any better?"
"Nay, my stomach feels like I'm on turbulent water. I can't keep anything down," Legolas confessed. He hated feeling weak.
"Back to bed and I'll see about getting you something that will ease your sickness." Haldir carefully lift his lover and help him back to bed.
"Stay with me," Legolas asked.
"I wish not to see you like this. I was not there for you the first time my love so now I'm going to pamper you like the royal heir that you are."
"Do not say such things Haldir. I am merely a prince but when I am with you my title and lineage is no more. I am just your husband," Legolas said.
"You are so much more than you realize my love." Haldir leaned over to kiss Legolas when there was a forceful knock at the front door. He muttered a Westorn curse.
"It's probably Rúmil or Orophin," Legolas offered hopefully.
Haldir nodded rising from his place on the bed. "Get some rest. I'll be back shortly with breakfast for you."
The Marchwarden opened the door to greet his visitor but was surprised to find, "Lord Thranduil, how can I help you?"
The Elf king walked passed the guardian not waiting to be invited in. "I think you know why I am here. Where is my son?"
Haldir barely closed the door when the royal asked about his mate.
"I thought that I had made myself perfectly clear about you staying away from my son, Guardian," Thranduil spat out the last word like it was acid.
"Aye you did but Legolas is his own person of age who can decide for himself to disassociate himself with his friends," Haldir said gaining his silky tone and arrogance that his was known for.
"You are more than just a friend to him Guardian. I've seen they way he looks at you when you walk by him. I will not have my son end up like Tandilion," Thranduil vented.
They heard a gasp from the hallway. They turned to find Legolas gapping at them from the doorway with his hand protectively hiding his stomach with his robe. He woke when he heard shouting coming from the front room.
"Why are you here, Ada? And who is Tandilion?" Legolas asked.
"I came here to bring you back to the royal guest talan."
"I wish to stay with Haldir, Ada."
Thranduil stared wide-eyed at his son then turned his vengeful blue gaze on the Marchwarden. "I see that you want to make this difficult. Very well. Legolas we're heading back home, expect to be bound and married as soon as we get back," Thranduil announced triumphantly seeing the shocked expression on both of their faces.
Legolas felt as if someone just knocked the air out of him. He wasn't going to allow his Father to control his life. "Nay, I cannot. I told you that my heart belongs to Haldir. I will not leave him."
"You will risk your future and shame your family because you say you love him?!" Thranduil roared.
"Aye, for I have all ready pledged myself to him and him to me," Legolas replied desperately fighting his sickness.
"You foolish Elf! The pledge matters not. You can still mate to another," Thranduil bellowed.
"Your Majesty please. You are being too hasty-" was all Haldir could say.
Thranduil had caught him unawares. The king silence the silver-hair blonde with a quick blow to his jaw. Haldir spun to the floor. His head was reeling from the strike. He tried to get up but Thranduil was having none of it.
He knelt beside the Galadhrim pinching the back of his neck rendering the guardian unconscious.
"What have done?! What are you doing?!" Legolas yelled pushing his father away from his husband.
"This is for your own good, my son. Come," Thranduil said holding out his hand.
"Nay, I will not!" Legolas didn't have a choice in the matter. Thranduil applied the same technique that he used on the Marchwarden.
When the prince opened his eyes again he looked around the familiar room. His head ached. He pushed himself off the bed and opened the window. He scanned the foliage beyond the balcony. Tears of anger marred his delicate features. "By the Valar, I'm in Mirkwood."
~ TBC ~
A/N: What in the heck is going on with Thranduil? Any takers? Tell me what you think, and what secret doesn't Haldir want anyone to know?
Nemesis ^_~
~*~*~ Teaser Chapter 8: Grief
"Ada. . ." Legolas sobbed. "I am dying."
"How could you be dying? Unless. . ." Thranduil's azure eyes widen with fright.