Never without you
Chapter 8: Grief
Pairings: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: I don't own so don't ask
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships. If you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
Notes: I'm new to the world of 'LotR', so please be kind when reviewing. If I make any mistakes I apologize ahead of time. Also it's not beta-read. All comments and suggestions are most welcomed. Also I would like to thank all of you for reviewing ^_~
/ Thoughts /
:: Mind speak/Telepathy ::
{{Elvish language}} still learning, most will be in English.
Now enough of my chatter on with the story. Enjoy!
~oOo@oOo~
Two months passed since Thranduil returned home with Legolas. On several occasions messengers from Lothlórien were pleading with the king to reconsider his actions, but in the end Thranduil's answer remained unchanged.
However, he was growing concerned about his son's health. Legolas refused to leave his quarters, not even to dine in the Great Hall. Thranduil was getting fed-up with his Elfling behavior. Today they were expecting the arrival of his betrothal: Princess Arbor from Ithilien.
Thranduil felt that if he introduces the she-Elf to his son maybe he would forget the Marchwarden all together.
~*~*~
Celeborn was sitting next to Haldir's bed gently stroking strains of stray platinum hair. Haldir was so weak it scared the royals beyond anything they had experience. The Captain Guardian did not wake one morning for duty. Orophin went to his older brother's talan to see what was holding him up when he stumbled upon his unconscious form.
The Lord of the Golden Wood wasted no time gathering the necessary supplies for the long journey. He would be damn if Thranduil continued on this course of killing Legolas and Haldir. Celeborn wished that there was some other way to convince Thranduil to let Legolas return back to Lothlórien but he knew that was not going to happen so he opted for the next best thing.
A gentle tapping on the door made the Lord abandon his place at Haldir's side. He stepped outside to talk with his visitor.
"We are ready to leave whenever you are my Lord."
"Thank you Rúmil. Give me an hour then we will leave," Celeborn answered.
"My Lord will he be all right?" Rúmil asked.
"To be honest the trip could kill him in his weaken state, but as long as we don't rush Haldir should be fine." Celeborn looked into the guardian's silver orbs. /Let's pray that history does not repeat itself/ he added quietly to himself.
~oOo@oOo~
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT HE SAID 'NO'?!" Thranduil yelled. The guard cowered in front of the Elven lord. "I have had it!"
Thranduil quickly left his study heading toward his son's private chambers banging on the door. Thranduil bellowed, "LEGOLAS COME OUT THIS INSTINT!!!"
"No," came the weak reply.
That did it. "Break the door down. . .NOW!"
The guards scurried about to do their lord's bidding. Ten minutes later Thranduil walked in the lavish room streaming mad. He found his son outside on the balcony. As soon as he saw him his anger dissipated. Legolas made no attempt to turn around and face his father.
As calmly as he could, Thranduil spoke, "The princess will be here any moment Legolas. You must prepare to meet with her."
"I care not."
"Why are you-" Thranduil didn't get to finish his question.
"No, Ada! Why are you doing this to me? Haldir makes me happy. He loves me for ME. Not because I'm some prince," Legolas nearly shouted. He was close to tears trying not to get himself worked up but the task was proving to be most difficult.
"I don't want to see you hurt my son." Thranduil carefully approached Legolas and placed a hand on his shoulder only to be surprised when the prince drew away from his touch.
"Ada. . ." Legolas sobbed, turning to his father finally. "I am dying."
For the first time since they returned home, Thranduil barely saw his son, and now he was looking at him with wide eyes. There were dark shadows beneath the dull azure eyes. "How could you be dying? Unless. . ." Thranduil's gaze immediately dropped to Legolas' stomach. "You purposely went against my orders, and now you're swollen with that worthless guardian's child!" The king turned to leave. "I'm sending for Carnesîr. Hopefully, it's not too late."
"Not too later what, Ada?" Legolas asked in fear.
"To abort it."
Legolas gripped the balcony railing with one hand while holding his expanded tummy with the other. He was not going to suffer the loss of loosing his children again.
~oOo@oOo~
Thranduil sat at his desk rubbing his temples wondering where he went wrong rising Legolas. No, that wasn't right. He knew that he did an excellent job raising his son it was his son's choice in men that bothered him. Everyone that Legolas became entangled with was rarely worth his time then after the prince passed his majority he was desired by all who encountered him.
Thranduil sighed he didn't know why he couldn't get over the fact that his son was in love with the Marchwarden maybe it was because that Haldir was a servant to Celeborn and Galadriel. He really didn't know much about him except that he guarded the Golden Wood and that he nearly died commanding a legion of Elves during the battle of Helm's Deep. Where was any glory in that type of life? Only to be known as a warrior.
Haldir as well as his brothers were a mystery. Thranduil don't recall ever meeting his parents thinking they died long ago. He assumed that Celeborn and Galadriel took them under their wings and raised them. Well, no use to ponder over such nonsense.
Someone entered his study, the healer. Hopefully the Elf brought some good news.
"Your Majesty," Carnesîr greeted bowing slightly.
"What news?" /Pleasebegoodpleasebegoodpleasebegood/ Thranduil chanted.
The healer sat down. The king studied his friend. Worry was etched on his face making him look older than he was. /Oh, by the Valar this isn't good/
"The prince is six months into his pregnancy, and even if we were to abort it he would not survive."
"Why?"
"Right now he is getting his strength from whomever he is bound to."
"Bound?" /Can I get a break for once/ "What else should I know?" Thranduil asked pinching the bridge of his elegant slender nose.
"The prince is pregnant with twins," the healer announced. Thranduil looked ready to faint. "My Lord?"
The king steadied himself leaning heavily on his desk until he sat down. His head was spinning. "I need to send word to Lord Elrond requesting his assistance," Thranduil said in a strained voice. He suddenly felt. . .old.
Carnesîr made ready to leave when Felagund appeared. "Sorry to disturb you my Lord but Princess Arbor has arrived," the advisor said.
"I'll be there shortly. Oh, Felagund could you please send a messenger to Lothlórien," Thranduil ordered straightening his formal robes.
Felagund was looking puzzled by the request. "Please inform the Lord and Lady that their guardian's presence is required here. They will know of whom I speak." Then he left to meet his guest.
~oOo@oOo~
The day turned out to be cool. The sun was not blistering like it had been previously for the past two and a half weeks. The journey to Mirkwood had been bearable. Celeborn worried over Haldir's condition greatly. So far he has not improved and that only increase the guardian's younger brother's grief.
The Lord had told them that once they entered Mirkwood's borders Haldir should wake but it he didn't he would need Legolas physically to reverse the separation grief effect.
Into the third week of traveling the Galadhrims were met by a messenger. He recognized the silver and grey of Lothlórien. "I bring news from Lord Thranduil," he said. Celeborn stood next to the litter carrying Haldir when the messenger didn't continue Rúmil spoke.
"We have no time for foolishness speak and be on your way."
"I must give this to Lord Celeborn himself or the king will have my head."
Celeborn smirked. The Elfling did not recognize him. Pen-neths now-a-days know so little of the Elders. "It is I that you seek."
The messenger had the grace to look embarrassed. He should have known by the brilliant glow that was being cast off by the regel Elf. "Lord Celeborn, King Thranduil requests the presence of your Marchwarden. He did not give the name, sir."
"We are on our way there now with him," Celeborn replied then mounted his horse again. His heart fluttered. Something must be wrong with Legolas for Thranduil to send out a messenger. It wouldn't be long before they reach Mirkwood.
~oOo@oOo~
The princess stood in the center the throne room flank by her personal guards. She remain facing the dais waiting for the king to greet her. She was bored. She had no desire to marry the prince but her father and brother deemed it necessary for her to do so. Her eyes locked onto a side door that opened in which the advisor (who meet her outside) followed by a very tall handsome Elf. She gathered that that was King Thranduil just from his appearance.
"Welcome to Mirkwood Princess Arbor. I hope you had a pleasant trip?"
She bowed respectfully. "Yes, I did thank you. Although, I am a bit tired from the journey."
"Felagund will show you to your rooms so you can freshen-up. Lunch will be served within the hour."
"My brother will be arriving in a few days to over see any last minute changes." The king nodded his head but nearly froze in place when she added, "If Your Majesty do not mind, I would very much like to meet my betrothed before having lunch."
/No, I can't let her meet him/ "Legolas is resting now. Felagund if you please. . ." Thranduil hoped that she didn't catch the panic in his eyes.
Arbor bowed again following the advisor wondering why she couldn't be introduce to her soon-to-be husband.
Thranduil rubbed his temples (a habit he was getting accustomed too) He didn't know how he was going to explain Legolas' condition. Curse the Marchwarden for every touching his son.
~ TBC ~
Pen-neth: young one
A/N: Looks like things are starting to heat up in Mirkwood. What do you think is going to happen when the Princess finds out about Legolas? Stay tuned and find out in the next chapter ^_~
Nemesis
~oOo@oOo~
Teaser for Chapter 9: Conspiracy
Celeborn placed his glass on the small table next to his chair. "Legolas will always love you. You must find courage in that mellon-nin. Just give him time when you tell him the truth."
Thranduil didn't know if he could do that but he would try.
Chapter 8: Grief
Pairings: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: I don't own so don't ask
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships. If you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
Notes: I'm new to the world of 'LotR', so please be kind when reviewing. If I make any mistakes I apologize ahead of time. Also it's not beta-read. All comments and suggestions are most welcomed. Also I would like to thank all of you for reviewing ^_~
/ Thoughts /
:: Mind speak/Telepathy ::
{{Elvish language}} still learning, most will be in English.
Now enough of my chatter on with the story. Enjoy!
~oOo@oOo~
Two months passed since Thranduil returned home with Legolas. On several occasions messengers from Lothlórien were pleading with the king to reconsider his actions, but in the end Thranduil's answer remained unchanged.
However, he was growing concerned about his son's health. Legolas refused to leave his quarters, not even to dine in the Great Hall. Thranduil was getting fed-up with his Elfling behavior. Today they were expecting the arrival of his betrothal: Princess Arbor from Ithilien.
Thranduil felt that if he introduces the she-Elf to his son maybe he would forget the Marchwarden all together.
~*~*~
Celeborn was sitting next to Haldir's bed gently stroking strains of stray platinum hair. Haldir was so weak it scared the royals beyond anything they had experience. The Captain Guardian did not wake one morning for duty. Orophin went to his older brother's talan to see what was holding him up when he stumbled upon his unconscious form.
The Lord of the Golden Wood wasted no time gathering the necessary supplies for the long journey. He would be damn if Thranduil continued on this course of killing Legolas and Haldir. Celeborn wished that there was some other way to convince Thranduil to let Legolas return back to Lothlórien but he knew that was not going to happen so he opted for the next best thing.
A gentle tapping on the door made the Lord abandon his place at Haldir's side. He stepped outside to talk with his visitor.
"We are ready to leave whenever you are my Lord."
"Thank you Rúmil. Give me an hour then we will leave," Celeborn answered.
"My Lord will he be all right?" Rúmil asked.
"To be honest the trip could kill him in his weaken state, but as long as we don't rush Haldir should be fine." Celeborn looked into the guardian's silver orbs. /Let's pray that history does not repeat itself/ he added quietly to himself.
~oOo@oOo~
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT HE SAID 'NO'?!" Thranduil yelled. The guard cowered in front of the Elven lord. "I have had it!"
Thranduil quickly left his study heading toward his son's private chambers banging on the door. Thranduil bellowed, "LEGOLAS COME OUT THIS INSTINT!!!"
"No," came the weak reply.
That did it. "Break the door down. . .NOW!"
The guards scurried about to do their lord's bidding. Ten minutes later Thranduil walked in the lavish room streaming mad. He found his son outside on the balcony. As soon as he saw him his anger dissipated. Legolas made no attempt to turn around and face his father.
As calmly as he could, Thranduil spoke, "The princess will be here any moment Legolas. You must prepare to meet with her."
"I care not."
"Why are you-" Thranduil didn't get to finish his question.
"No, Ada! Why are you doing this to me? Haldir makes me happy. He loves me for ME. Not because I'm some prince," Legolas nearly shouted. He was close to tears trying not to get himself worked up but the task was proving to be most difficult.
"I don't want to see you hurt my son." Thranduil carefully approached Legolas and placed a hand on his shoulder only to be surprised when the prince drew away from his touch.
"Ada. . ." Legolas sobbed, turning to his father finally. "I am dying."
For the first time since they returned home, Thranduil barely saw his son, and now he was looking at him with wide eyes. There were dark shadows beneath the dull azure eyes. "How could you be dying? Unless. . ." Thranduil's gaze immediately dropped to Legolas' stomach. "You purposely went against my orders, and now you're swollen with that worthless guardian's child!" The king turned to leave. "I'm sending for Carnesîr. Hopefully, it's not too late."
"Not too later what, Ada?" Legolas asked in fear.
"To abort it."
Legolas gripped the balcony railing with one hand while holding his expanded tummy with the other. He was not going to suffer the loss of loosing his children again.
~oOo@oOo~
Thranduil sat at his desk rubbing his temples wondering where he went wrong rising Legolas. No, that wasn't right. He knew that he did an excellent job raising his son it was his son's choice in men that bothered him. Everyone that Legolas became entangled with was rarely worth his time then after the prince passed his majority he was desired by all who encountered him.
Thranduil sighed he didn't know why he couldn't get over the fact that his son was in love with the Marchwarden maybe it was because that Haldir was a servant to Celeborn and Galadriel. He really didn't know much about him except that he guarded the Golden Wood and that he nearly died commanding a legion of Elves during the battle of Helm's Deep. Where was any glory in that type of life? Only to be known as a warrior.
Haldir as well as his brothers were a mystery. Thranduil don't recall ever meeting his parents thinking they died long ago. He assumed that Celeborn and Galadriel took them under their wings and raised them. Well, no use to ponder over such nonsense.
Someone entered his study, the healer. Hopefully the Elf brought some good news.
"Your Majesty," Carnesîr greeted bowing slightly.
"What news?" /Pleasebegoodpleasebegoodpleasebegood/ Thranduil chanted.
The healer sat down. The king studied his friend. Worry was etched on his face making him look older than he was. /Oh, by the Valar this isn't good/
"The prince is six months into his pregnancy, and even if we were to abort it he would not survive."
"Why?"
"Right now he is getting his strength from whomever he is bound to."
"Bound?" /Can I get a break for once/ "What else should I know?" Thranduil asked pinching the bridge of his elegant slender nose.
"The prince is pregnant with twins," the healer announced. Thranduil looked ready to faint. "My Lord?"
The king steadied himself leaning heavily on his desk until he sat down. His head was spinning. "I need to send word to Lord Elrond requesting his assistance," Thranduil said in a strained voice. He suddenly felt. . .old.
Carnesîr made ready to leave when Felagund appeared. "Sorry to disturb you my Lord but Princess Arbor has arrived," the advisor said.
"I'll be there shortly. Oh, Felagund could you please send a messenger to Lothlórien," Thranduil ordered straightening his formal robes.
Felagund was looking puzzled by the request. "Please inform the Lord and Lady that their guardian's presence is required here. They will know of whom I speak." Then he left to meet his guest.
~oOo@oOo~
The day turned out to be cool. The sun was not blistering like it had been previously for the past two and a half weeks. The journey to Mirkwood had been bearable. Celeborn worried over Haldir's condition greatly. So far he has not improved and that only increase the guardian's younger brother's grief.
The Lord had told them that once they entered Mirkwood's borders Haldir should wake but it he didn't he would need Legolas physically to reverse the separation grief effect.
Into the third week of traveling the Galadhrims were met by a messenger. He recognized the silver and grey of Lothlórien. "I bring news from Lord Thranduil," he said. Celeborn stood next to the litter carrying Haldir when the messenger didn't continue Rúmil spoke.
"We have no time for foolishness speak and be on your way."
"I must give this to Lord Celeborn himself or the king will have my head."
Celeborn smirked. The Elfling did not recognize him. Pen-neths now-a-days know so little of the Elders. "It is I that you seek."
The messenger had the grace to look embarrassed. He should have known by the brilliant glow that was being cast off by the regel Elf. "Lord Celeborn, King Thranduil requests the presence of your Marchwarden. He did not give the name, sir."
"We are on our way there now with him," Celeborn replied then mounted his horse again. His heart fluttered. Something must be wrong with Legolas for Thranduil to send out a messenger. It wouldn't be long before they reach Mirkwood.
~oOo@oOo~
The princess stood in the center the throne room flank by her personal guards. She remain facing the dais waiting for the king to greet her. She was bored. She had no desire to marry the prince but her father and brother deemed it necessary for her to do so. Her eyes locked onto a side door that opened in which the advisor (who meet her outside) followed by a very tall handsome Elf. She gathered that that was King Thranduil just from his appearance.
"Welcome to Mirkwood Princess Arbor. I hope you had a pleasant trip?"
She bowed respectfully. "Yes, I did thank you. Although, I am a bit tired from the journey."
"Felagund will show you to your rooms so you can freshen-up. Lunch will be served within the hour."
"My brother will be arriving in a few days to over see any last minute changes." The king nodded his head but nearly froze in place when she added, "If Your Majesty do not mind, I would very much like to meet my betrothed before having lunch."
/No, I can't let her meet him/ "Legolas is resting now. Felagund if you please. . ." Thranduil hoped that she didn't catch the panic in his eyes.
Arbor bowed again following the advisor wondering why she couldn't be introduce to her soon-to-be husband.
Thranduil rubbed his temples (a habit he was getting accustomed too) He didn't know how he was going to explain Legolas' condition. Curse the Marchwarden for every touching his son.
~ TBC ~
Pen-neth: young one
A/N: Looks like things are starting to heat up in Mirkwood. What do you think is going to happen when the Princess finds out about Legolas? Stay tuned and find out in the next chapter ^_~
Nemesis
~oOo@oOo~
Teaser for Chapter 9: Conspiracy
Celeborn placed his glass on the small table next to his chair. "Legolas will always love you. You must find courage in that mellon-nin. Just give him time when you tell him the truth."
Thranduil didn't know if he could do that but he would try.