Never without you
Chapter 9: Conspiracy
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: Please remember that this is not beta-read so any and all mistakes are mine ^_~
{{Elvish}} still learning. Most will be done in English.
::Mind speak/Telepathy::
Enjoy!
~oOo@oOo~
Rain pelted heavily against the windows of the grand library. The room kept warmed by the glowing fire. The lord of Imladris mused about what happened at the Lothlórien's celebration.
A gentle rap on the open door brought the lord back to the present. "Lord Elrond."
"Ah, Erestor, so good of to come by mellon-nin. Do you have those reports from Glorfindel? I would like to know about these random attacks."
"Not yet my lord. I'm sorry to trouble you but a messenger from Mirkwood has arrived. He is most adamant about giving you the message personally," the chief advisor said.
The young Elfling stood out in contrast to some of the dark haired Elves who resided in Rivendell. Elrond approached him, giving a warm welcome. Erestor stood slightly behind the ruler.
"I bring word from King Thranduil of Mirkwood," the messenger formally announced.
The lord bowed anxious for him to continue. "My Lord, your presence is required in Mirkwood. King Thranduil is in dire need of your services as a healer. His son, Prince Legolas, is fading from reasons unknown," the messenger stopped gasping for air.
Elrond knew why Legolas was fading. "Please, rest before we depart. Erestor, please make sure that a room is prepared. Once you are finished find Glorfindel and meet me in my study within the hour," Elrond instructed before heading to the healing house. Legolas was going to need a lot more than herbs. He was going to need Haldir.
~*~*~
If it was one thing in all of Arda the twins couldn't stand besides Orcs it was rain, and there was plenty of it. They couldn't find Glorfindel. They usually sought out the Balrog-slayer for some form of entertainment but today they just couldn't seem to find him.
The Gondolindrim somehow can sense when the twins wanted to cause trouble, which meant he would be in the middle of all the choas they would cause. Thus eluded them at the first chance he got.
For now the twins were content on keeping the younger members of their family occupied. Well, Elrohir was providing the entertainment while Elladan looked out the window with a sorrowful expression as the rain beaded down the window.
Que and Arwen entered the family room laughing and whispering. Que went immediately to her mate. Arwen sat next to her brother looking out of the same window.
"Why do you fear to open your heart El?"
"I fear to loose what I once had. It's that fear that keeps me home," he admitted.
"And what about them? They deserve to be happy. Elrohir loves you but he should be with his wife. Que disobeyed her Father to be with him."
"I know," he whispered. Arwen was right he hurt his brother and family by acting like a spoiled selfish Elfling. Maybe it was time to let go. "I'm scared."
"We all fear an unset future but you will never know by hiding behind 'Ro. We are here for you El. Do not ever doubt your family," Arwen said giving hope and comfort to her older brother. "What about Erestor? I think he is not bound to any one," Arwen teased.
Elladan's misty grey eyes widen beyond their size. "Don't jest about such a thing? You know-" The older twin went back to whispering. "I do believe Erestor and Glorfindel are seeing each other."
It was Arwen's turn to gasp. "You lie? I thought Erestor was still a-" The princess never got to finish her sentence as the doors opened followed by 'ATAR-DA!'. The Elflings flocked to Elrond nearly knocking him to the marbled floor.
The twins and Arwen immediately knew that something was wrong by the expression on their father's face. Que excused herself along the youngsters. Before she retreated Elrohir pulled her just outside the door.
She waited patiently to find out what her mate wanted. It wasn't often that Elrohir let her leave unnoticed.
"I want to spend time with you my love," he said. "Have either Arwen or Elladan sit with the kids for the night."
"As you wish," she answered. Elrohir ran his fingers threw golden-blonde hair before seizing full lips of his mate. Que moaned at her husband's touch. She closed her eyes relishing the sensual feel upon her skin as Elrohir lightly ran his hand over her breast hardening the nipples underneath the low cut blue velvet dress. The prince was torn between wanting to take his mate now and wanting to join his father. He was about to throw caution to the wind but his older sibling changed his mind.
"Come 'Ro – oh, I'm sorry to interrupt." Elladan blushes at the couple. "Ada will not speak until you are present." Then he quickly turned back into the room.
Elrohir gazed at his wife. "Should I finish early we will go for a walk with Celebrimbor and Eáránë."
Que simply nodded her head swiftly moving to gather her children at the bottom of the stairs.
~*~*~
Elrohir sat down between Arwen and Elladan. He also noticed the presence of Erestor and Glorfindel. He humphed a little at the pair. The chief advisor sat stiff as a board unblinking to his Father's left and the Balrog-slayer stood straight as a tree to his lord's right. What an odd couple they made assuming that they rumors were true.
The young prince wasn't paying attention as his wanton thoughts strayed back to his mate. For some unexplained reason he needed to be with her to reclaim the Princess of Mirkwood all over again. Elrohir imagined his mate writhing under him screaming his name repeatedly as he drove himself deeper within her-
"Elrohir?" Elrond saw the distant look in his son's grey eyes and the flush tint to his tanned face.
The prince squirmed a bit trying will his erection away, hoping that none of them saw it. "Um, yes Ada?"
"Is every thing okay? You look as if you have a fever. Should I examine you to make sure you are not coming down sick?"
/By the gods no!/ Elrohir couldn't tell his father or any of them that he was sexual thinking about his mate. "Uh, everything is fine. Please continue."
Elrond gave his son a piercing look before continueing. "Thranduil has requested my services. I will be leaving for Mirkwood tomorrow at dawn. I want you, Elladan to accompany me." He held up his hand to prevent any objections. "I will speak to you in a moment about why, Elladan."
The older twin clamped his mouth shut knowing not to his luck.
"Ada-"
"Arwen, I farspoke with your grandmother, and it seems that the situation with Legolas is quite severe than we had originally thought."
"What do you mean, Ada?" Elrohir asked.
"Legolas is doing all right, right?" Elladan interjected.
Elrond decided that it was time to let his children know about the Prince and the Marchwarden. It will be common knowledge soon if it's not all ready.
The lord mentally prepared himself for the outburst that was sure to follow. "Young Greenleaf is pregnant."
"WHAT?!!!" the trio shouted.
"Who is the sire?" Arwen asked regaining some of her senses.
"Haldir," Elrond answered.
"I knew it," said Elladan. He looked around and said, "They are married."
"How-" Elrond began. "How do you know?"
"I saw Haldir's wedding ring one day after he was leaving the bathhouse. He was trying to hurry and cover up when he heard someone entering."
"You were spying on him," Arwen accused.
"I didn't mean too. I was hiding from some very aggressive maidens at the time and I couldn't help but look he's gor-. . .anyway we were talking about Haldir not me. Besides that they secretly gazed at each other. It wasn't hard to figure out."
Elrond was the first to speak. "None of this is to go further than this room. Now, Elladan please stay behind," the lord dismissed the others.
"Ada, let Elrohir or Glorfindel go with you," Elladan voiced not happy he had to leave.
"Nay ion-nin. Your grandmother has seen a possible future for you and for it to come to pass you must make this journey." Elrond didn't inform his son that he also foreseen the same future.
"What did she see?"
"She did not tell." Elrond approached his oldest son. "You have come to realize that you can no longer be bound to your brother."
"Elrohir should have let me die," Elladan admitted. "No one should ever see their mate die right before their eyes."
~ Flashback ~
Riders were quickly approaching the battle that was all ready being engaged. With the arrival of the new refreshed Elves the war against the Orcs, the battle quickly turned in their favor but not without some fatalities.
A tall golden haired Elf searched the mangled bodies of Orcs and Elves. He stumbles as he located Elves huddled together.
The tanned skinned Elf looked up into piercing blue eyes. "What are you doing here, Lord Lenwë?"
"Thranduil was worried when you didn't arrive this morning. What hap- Tandilion!" Lenwë lost his voice tears marring his vision.
"Ada," a strangle voice called out.
Lenwë dropped to his knees. He looked toward the dark-haired Elf. "Elladan, what happened?"
"We were ambushed. The first arrow. . ." the Peredhil trailed off. ". . .struck Tandilion, knocking him from his horse."
"Ada don't tell Nana until the baby is born," Tandilion gasp. The arrow was embedded near his heart, but because of his condition there was nothing that could be done as the poison quickly spread.
Tandilion searched teary grey-blue eyes. "I'm s-sorry my-my love. . ."
"Shh, don't talk-"
"My world grows dark...you-you would ha-have m-made a wonder-fful Father. Amin mela lle..." Azure orbs lost there awareness.
"NOOOOO!!!!" Elladan cried out. "Don't leave me Tandilion. Oh, by the Valar, please don't leave me," he sobbed. Elladan kissed cold lips for the last time and closing his heart for the remainder of his immortal life.
~ End flashback ~
The elder twin pushed his gloomy thoughts from his head as he trailed behind his father as the small group swiftly journey to the Mirkwood realm. He hadn't visited since that tragic day three millennia ago. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle being back after staying away.
~oOo@oOo~
The princess rolled off the comfortable bed to admit her visitor. She had wondered why King Thranduil put off her meeting with the prince. Arbor was excited to finally meet the Elf that she only heard storied about. No doubt her brother would approve of once they meet.
Arbor opened the door to greet Felagund, the royal chief advisor.
"I'm here to escort you to the dinner hall Your Highness."
"Um, okay." She gathered her hair quickly into a single plait and followed the softly spoken councilor.
~*~*~
Thranduil stared at the newly repaired door to his son's quarters. A guard came to him with a worried expression on his face.
"Sire, a band of Galadhrim along with the Princess' brother are at the entry court yard."
/You came sooner than expected Celeborn/ Thranduil mused.
"I will be there shortly to properly greet them. Find Felagund and have him prepare guest rooms then find Arcamenel to escort the guard to their quarters," Thranduil said dismissing the nervous guard. He knocked on Legolas' door before entering. Legolas stopped locking his door after his father broke it down.
The king found his son laying on the bed with his back toward him. Thranduil pulled up a chair next to the bed on the other side. He brushed back long blonde hair to reveal a very tired prince. Dark circles were now prominate on the smooth porcelain face.
"Tell me why?" Thranduil simply asked.
Legolas opened his eyes when he heard the question. Another fact that was scaring Thranduil, his son was sleeping with his eyes closed. It was not a good sign if Elves slept with their eyes closed.
"From the moment we had met I knew that we were destined to be together. Haldir didn't want me for my wealth or the power that went with it. Nor did he care that I am a Prince. Haldir loves Legolas: the great archer, fierce warrior, and comrade in arms, friends of Aragorn and Gimli and not to mention three adorable Hobbits.
Ada, I've suffered at the cruel hands of Men, stained my hands in blood, and I've lost something so dear to me that I will never ever get back, and all I want is to be happy with Haldir."
"And what was it you have lost ion-nin?" Thranduil asked beginning to understand.
Legolas moved to sit against the head board. He placed his hand on his overly large stomach.
"You would have been a grandfather by now to two mischievous Elflings."
Thranduil's heart stopped. "What you saying?"
"After the Battle of the Hornburg, Aragorn, Gimil, Gandalf, and I were traveling to catch-up with Sam and Frodo. We were hoping to meet them in Minas Tirith. Anyway, a group of Men happened upon us. Aragorn found me after one of them forced himself on me.
Seeing how bad my body was bruised and battered, Aragorn took me back to Gandalf. Unfortunately, he could not save my sons. I would have surely faded from the loss had Haldir died at Helm's Deep."
Legolas unconsciously rubbed soothing circles on his tummy. He remembered all too clearly the violation of his body.
Thranduil gathers his son in his arms. The prince sniffed a bit. "Please Ada do not force me to marry someone who I will never love. Haldir and I are bonded. If he should fade, I will be right behind him. It has all ready began. Once my babies are born, I will die."
The Elda froze in place. He now realize how selfish and closed minded he has been toward his son and Haldir. Thranduil knew what happened three millennia ago had nothing to do with Legolas. His fear of losing his son was unfounded.
He could have in actuality lost Legolas wile he was part of the Fellowship. Worse still the king could have lost him two fold: the rape and the miscarriage. Why should he deny his only remaining son happiness? Has it been so long ago since he had loved?
Thranduil had been a single parent for so long that he had closed himself off to any opportunity of finding another mate. He pulled out of the embrace
"I've delayed long enough greeting our guest. Get some rest. We will talk more later." Thranduil tucked the covers around Legolas. He kissed his brow then left the as quietly as he had entered.
~oOo@oOo~
Celeborn and his Guardians patiently waited for Thranduil. He knew that his friend would have a good excuse for making him wait. However, the young Elf that arrived at the same time as them was fuming and it showed. The tip of his ears were red and his face was becoming blotchy.
Thranduil descended the stairs and went straight to Celeborn. The lord noticed the scathing look cast his way.
{{Mae govennea mellon-nin,}} Thradnuil greeted.
Celeborn returned the greeting.
{{Mae govennea Prince Séregon }}
Séregon also returned the kings welcome. "Your Highness, please follow me," Felagund said not giving the prince a chance to talk with Thranduil.
The king waited until Séregon departed with his advisor before addressing Celeborn.
"You made haste, Cel."
"The state of my Marchwarden troubled me. . .we need talk, now."
Thranduil heard the depressing plea in the Lord's voice. He walked over to the litter. He held his breath when he pulled back the silver-grey woven blanket. Even though Haldir was ethereal in appearance his eye were closed. Thranduil also noticed the weight loss from the normally firm build. "Fellow me."
The Elf king lead the Guardians through a series of back passageways to avoid probing eyes and unwanted gossip. Thranduil knocked on the door before ushering everyone inside.
Legolas was still asleep until someone startled him awake. He turned over just in time to see his father enter followed by Orophin and Rúmil carrying a litter. The prince couldn't make out who was on it but he felt that he knew. Lastly, Lord Celeborn entered closing the door behind him.
"Legolas I am leaving Haldir in the spare room. No one can know he is here until I've settled some matters," Thranduil said in a hush tone.
Legolas jumped out of bed (actually rolled out) at the mention of his husband's name. Guiding them to the adjoining room Celeborn kept Legolas at his side until Haldir was resting comfortably on the bed.
"What's wrong with him? Why is his unconscious?"
Celeborn gathered slender hands into his larger ones. "Do not worry pen- neth. All he needs is your loving touch."
Orophin and Rúmil stood on the other side of the full size bed, while Thranduil joined Celeborn by the door. Legolas approached the bed with some dread. The brothers clearly saw how advance their brother-in-law was in his pregnancy. They were sad that he had to endure this alone but hopefully all will be well when Haldir wakes.
Once Legolas sat down everyone else left the room.
~oOo@oOo~
The Lord of Lothlórien gingerly sipped on his of Miruvor watching his friend massage his temples.
"What would you have me do, Cel?" Thranduil finally spoke after getting his headache under control. He must be getting old if he was succumbing to the ailments of Men.
"Stop being a pompous bastard and let them be." Thranduil looked at the lord. "If you're worried about Haldir being just a Marchwarden then don't."
"I am no longer concerned about that," Thranduil confused.
"What I do not understand Thranduil is why you closed yourself off when Tandilion and Lenwë died. You know any one of us would have helped you," Celeborn scolded.
"Pride. I wanted to die too but I couldn't. Legolas needed me and from that point on I swore to myself that he would not go through that type of pain and suffering," Thranduil replied.
"What about Legolas' pride? He is not some female who needs protecting. He is a warrior." Celeborn put his glass on the small glass table next to his chair. He stood in front of the neatly organized desk.
"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 his could do that but he will try.
~oOo@oOo~
"Can you believe this? How dare that-"
"Be at peace my brother. Thranduil seems to be preoccupied with something else."
The siblings were waiting for the king to show for dinner. Séregon leaned closer to his baby sister. "Thranduil is hiding something. For the sake of our realm you must marry the prince."
"Why is it so important? You know I do not want this."
"It is not your place to say as such. I will hear no more of you wanting to bond for love. Love has no part of gaining a strong alliance and future heirs," Séregon nearly shouted but he stayed calm for the most part.
The doors of the Great Hall opened.
"Sorry we are late. This is Lord Ce-"
"Cel. I am a good friend of King Thranduil," Celeborn cut in not wanting to reveal is identity.
The princess inclined her head in greeting. Séregon, however, simply ignored the powerful Lord.
"Your Majesty where is Prince Legolas? My sister tells me that their meeting has been put off."
The Elders sat down and at once the food was served. "I have put off the meeting for personal reasons. My son and I have had a disagreement and he has taken to the safety of his rooms," Thranduil explained helping himself to bits of fruit, bread and cheese. He cared not for the various dishes of sweet meat.
"King Thranduil, I do not need to stress the importance of this union."
"Then don't." Thranduil locked a cold hard gaze on his rude guest effectively shutting up Séregon. Celeborn inwardly smiled at his friend's ruthlessness.
The dark haired youth glared at Celeborn knowing that he was more than what he appeared to be.
"In my letter to your Father, I did point out that the final decision will rest with Legolas." Thranduil smirked when he added, "However, I just received news of my son being bonded all ready."
Séregon jumped up from his chair. "How dare you make us look like a fool?!"
"Sit down and shut up you insolent brat! You have no say whatsoever if there should be a union between your realm and mine. Legolas is in charge of his life and rightfully so. He has just informed me of his bond with the Marchwarden of Lothlórien. Now as I see it any and all agreements for an alliance are null and void."
Séregon seethed while his sister grinned from ear to ear. She was not going to marry Prince Legolas.
~oOo@oOo~
Ice-blue eyes blinked open slowly. Haldir turned his head trying to get his barring. By the size of the room and the orientation of the bed, he knew he was not in his talan. So where in all of Middle-earth was he? He looked down the length of the bed only to have his view blocked be lustrous flaxen hair.
He was drifting back to sleep when the head below his chin moved. Legolas raised up feeling warm and safe in the arms of his lover. He stretched out as best as he could without causing a cramp to flare-up in his calves. He peered at his husband, gasping at the sight above him.
"You are awake my love," he voice. His azure eyes filling with tears.
The Marchwarden wipe the crystalline water from smooth cheeks. "I have long dreamt of this day. My world darkened by grief," Haldir struggle to say. His once silky low alto was not hash from the long months of not using it.
"I was succumbing to the grief as well my love. Knowing we could not be together I was willing to travel to the Halls of Waiting to e with you."
"Nay, beloved. Our children needed one of us here. I would not have able to rest peacefully knowing that my Lord and Lady were taking care of them," Haldir sadly admitted.
Legolas searched silver orbs. "Why would they have that responsibility?" He felt his mate go rigid in his arms. "Haldir?"
The Galadhrim warred internally to tell his husband about his background. With a heavy sigh, Haldir had not other choice. Legolas had a right to know.
"There is something that I need to you melme-nin."
~ TBC ~
A/N: Sorry this took so long to do but I've been working and taking care of two kids. It leaves me very little time to type and update my fics. Hopefully, this will last you until my next update.
Anyway, are there any last minute guesses as to what Haldir is going to tell Legolas. Only one person got it right. What about Seregon? He seems like he has some other reason for wanting his sister to marry Legolas. I think I'm going to keep my eye on him for a while. Has anyone figured out who is Lenwë? I'll you know in the next chapter, so stick around for it ^_~
Thranduil finally came to his senses. I loved how he handled the upstart prince, but he should have known better than to get flip with an Elda. I wonder why Celeborn didn't introduce himself as the Lord of the Golden wood? Maybe he knows something that we don't. Well, for that we're going to have to read that next chapter.
Nemesis ^_~
~oOo@oOo~
Teaser Chapter 10: The moment of truth
Séregon glared at the Marchwarden. "Do not meddle in affairs that does not concern you Captain."
"Legolas is my concern."
The prince watched Haldir retreat into the palace. He knew that he must tread carefully around that particular Elf. He released an unsteady breathe.
Chapter 9: Conspiracy
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: Please remember that this is not beta-read so any and all mistakes are mine ^_~
{{Elvish}} still learning. Most will be done in English.
::Mind speak/Telepathy::
Enjoy!
~oOo@oOo~
Rain pelted heavily against the windows of the grand library. The room kept warmed by the glowing fire. The lord of Imladris mused about what happened at the Lothlórien's celebration.
A gentle rap on the open door brought the lord back to the present. "Lord Elrond."
"Ah, Erestor, so good of to come by mellon-nin. Do you have those reports from Glorfindel? I would like to know about these random attacks."
"Not yet my lord. I'm sorry to trouble you but a messenger from Mirkwood has arrived. He is most adamant about giving you the message personally," the chief advisor said.
The young Elfling stood out in contrast to some of the dark haired Elves who resided in Rivendell. Elrond approached him, giving a warm welcome. Erestor stood slightly behind the ruler.
"I bring word from King Thranduil of Mirkwood," the messenger formally announced.
The lord bowed anxious for him to continue. "My Lord, your presence is required in Mirkwood. King Thranduil is in dire need of your services as a healer. His son, Prince Legolas, is fading from reasons unknown," the messenger stopped gasping for air.
Elrond knew why Legolas was fading. "Please, rest before we depart. Erestor, please make sure that a room is prepared. Once you are finished find Glorfindel and meet me in my study within the hour," Elrond instructed before heading to the healing house. Legolas was going to need a lot more than herbs. He was going to need Haldir.
~*~*~
If it was one thing in all of Arda the twins couldn't stand besides Orcs it was rain, and there was plenty of it. They couldn't find Glorfindel. They usually sought out the Balrog-slayer for some form of entertainment but today they just couldn't seem to find him.
The Gondolindrim somehow can sense when the twins wanted to cause trouble, which meant he would be in the middle of all the choas they would cause. Thus eluded them at the first chance he got.
For now the twins were content on keeping the younger members of their family occupied. Well, Elrohir was providing the entertainment while Elladan looked out the window with a sorrowful expression as the rain beaded down the window.
Que and Arwen entered the family room laughing and whispering. Que went immediately to her mate. Arwen sat next to her brother looking out of the same window.
"Why do you fear to open your heart El?"
"I fear to loose what I once had. It's that fear that keeps me home," he admitted.
"And what about them? They deserve to be happy. Elrohir loves you but he should be with his wife. Que disobeyed her Father to be with him."
"I know," he whispered. Arwen was right he hurt his brother and family by acting like a spoiled selfish Elfling. Maybe it was time to let go. "I'm scared."
"We all fear an unset future but you will never know by hiding behind 'Ro. We are here for you El. Do not ever doubt your family," Arwen said giving hope and comfort to her older brother. "What about Erestor? I think he is not bound to any one," Arwen teased.
Elladan's misty grey eyes widen beyond their size. "Don't jest about such a thing? You know-" The older twin went back to whispering. "I do believe Erestor and Glorfindel are seeing each other."
It was Arwen's turn to gasp. "You lie? I thought Erestor was still a-" The princess never got to finish her sentence as the doors opened followed by 'ATAR-DA!'. The Elflings flocked to Elrond nearly knocking him to the marbled floor.
The twins and Arwen immediately knew that something was wrong by the expression on their father's face. Que excused herself along the youngsters. Before she retreated Elrohir pulled her just outside the door.
She waited patiently to find out what her mate wanted. It wasn't often that Elrohir let her leave unnoticed.
"I want to spend time with you my love," he said. "Have either Arwen or Elladan sit with the kids for the night."
"As you wish," she answered. Elrohir ran his fingers threw golden-blonde hair before seizing full lips of his mate. Que moaned at her husband's touch. She closed her eyes relishing the sensual feel upon her skin as Elrohir lightly ran his hand over her breast hardening the nipples underneath the low cut blue velvet dress. The prince was torn between wanting to take his mate now and wanting to join his father. He was about to throw caution to the wind but his older sibling changed his mind.
"Come 'Ro – oh, I'm sorry to interrupt." Elladan blushes at the couple. "Ada will not speak until you are present." Then he quickly turned back into the room.
Elrohir gazed at his wife. "Should I finish early we will go for a walk with Celebrimbor and Eáránë."
Que simply nodded her head swiftly moving to gather her children at the bottom of the stairs.
~*~*~
Elrohir sat down between Arwen and Elladan. He also noticed the presence of Erestor and Glorfindel. He humphed a little at the pair. The chief advisor sat stiff as a board unblinking to his Father's left and the Balrog-slayer stood straight as a tree to his lord's right. What an odd couple they made assuming that they rumors were true.
The young prince wasn't paying attention as his wanton thoughts strayed back to his mate. For some unexplained reason he needed to be with her to reclaim the Princess of Mirkwood all over again. Elrohir imagined his mate writhing under him screaming his name repeatedly as he drove himself deeper within her-
"Elrohir?" Elrond saw the distant look in his son's grey eyes and the flush tint to his tanned face.
The prince squirmed a bit trying will his erection away, hoping that none of them saw it. "Um, yes Ada?"
"Is every thing okay? You look as if you have a fever. Should I examine you to make sure you are not coming down sick?"
/By the gods no!/ Elrohir couldn't tell his father or any of them that he was sexual thinking about his mate. "Uh, everything is fine. Please continue."
Elrond gave his son a piercing look before continueing. "Thranduil has requested my services. I will be leaving for Mirkwood tomorrow at dawn. I want you, Elladan to accompany me." He held up his hand to prevent any objections. "I will speak to you in a moment about why, Elladan."
The older twin clamped his mouth shut knowing not to his luck.
"Ada-"
"Arwen, I farspoke with your grandmother, and it seems that the situation with Legolas is quite severe than we had originally thought."
"What do you mean, Ada?" Elrohir asked.
"Legolas is doing all right, right?" Elladan interjected.
Elrond decided that it was time to let his children know about the Prince and the Marchwarden. It will be common knowledge soon if it's not all ready.
The lord mentally prepared himself for the outburst that was sure to follow. "Young Greenleaf is pregnant."
"WHAT?!!!" the trio shouted.
"Who is the sire?" Arwen asked regaining some of her senses.
"Haldir," Elrond answered.
"I knew it," said Elladan. He looked around and said, "They are married."
"How-" Elrond began. "How do you know?"
"I saw Haldir's wedding ring one day after he was leaving the bathhouse. He was trying to hurry and cover up when he heard someone entering."
"You were spying on him," Arwen accused.
"I didn't mean too. I was hiding from some very aggressive maidens at the time and I couldn't help but look he's gor-. . .anyway we were talking about Haldir not me. Besides that they secretly gazed at each other. It wasn't hard to figure out."
Elrond was the first to speak. "None of this is to go further than this room. Now, Elladan please stay behind," the lord dismissed the others.
"Ada, let Elrohir or Glorfindel go with you," Elladan voiced not happy he had to leave.
"Nay ion-nin. Your grandmother has seen a possible future for you and for it to come to pass you must make this journey." Elrond didn't inform his son that he also foreseen the same future.
"What did she see?"
"She did not tell." Elrond approached his oldest son. "You have come to realize that you can no longer be bound to your brother."
"Elrohir should have let me die," Elladan admitted. "No one should ever see their mate die right before their eyes."
~ Flashback ~
Riders were quickly approaching the battle that was all ready being engaged. With the arrival of the new refreshed Elves the war against the Orcs, the battle quickly turned in their favor but not without some fatalities.
A tall golden haired Elf searched the mangled bodies of Orcs and Elves. He stumbles as he located Elves huddled together.
The tanned skinned Elf looked up into piercing blue eyes. "What are you doing here, Lord Lenwë?"
"Thranduil was worried when you didn't arrive this morning. What hap- Tandilion!" Lenwë lost his voice tears marring his vision.
"Ada," a strangle voice called out.
Lenwë dropped to his knees. He looked toward the dark-haired Elf. "Elladan, what happened?"
"We were ambushed. The first arrow. . ." the Peredhil trailed off. ". . .struck Tandilion, knocking him from his horse."
"Ada don't tell Nana until the baby is born," Tandilion gasp. The arrow was embedded near his heart, but because of his condition there was nothing that could be done as the poison quickly spread.
Tandilion searched teary grey-blue eyes. "I'm s-sorry my-my love. . ."
"Shh, don't talk-"
"My world grows dark...you-you would ha-have m-made a wonder-fful Father. Amin mela lle..." Azure orbs lost there awareness.
"NOOOOO!!!!" Elladan cried out. "Don't leave me Tandilion. Oh, by the Valar, please don't leave me," he sobbed. Elladan kissed cold lips for the last time and closing his heart for the remainder of his immortal life.
~ End flashback ~
The elder twin pushed his gloomy thoughts from his head as he trailed behind his father as the small group swiftly journey to the Mirkwood realm. He hadn't visited since that tragic day three millennia ago. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle being back after staying away.
~oOo@oOo~
The princess rolled off the comfortable bed to admit her visitor. She had wondered why King Thranduil put off her meeting with the prince. Arbor was excited to finally meet the Elf that she only heard storied about. No doubt her brother would approve of once they meet.
Arbor opened the door to greet Felagund, the royal chief advisor.
"I'm here to escort you to the dinner hall Your Highness."
"Um, okay." She gathered her hair quickly into a single plait and followed the softly spoken councilor.
~*~*~
Thranduil stared at the newly repaired door to his son's quarters. A guard came to him with a worried expression on his face.
"Sire, a band of Galadhrim along with the Princess' brother are at the entry court yard."
/You came sooner than expected Celeborn/ Thranduil mused.
"I will be there shortly to properly greet them. Find Felagund and have him prepare guest rooms then find Arcamenel to escort the guard to their quarters," Thranduil said dismissing the nervous guard. He knocked on Legolas' door before entering. Legolas stopped locking his door after his father broke it down.
The king found his son laying on the bed with his back toward him. Thranduil pulled up a chair next to the bed on the other side. He brushed back long blonde hair to reveal a very tired prince. Dark circles were now prominate on the smooth porcelain face.
"Tell me why?" Thranduil simply asked.
Legolas opened his eyes when he heard the question. Another fact that was scaring Thranduil, his son was sleeping with his eyes closed. It was not a good sign if Elves slept with their eyes closed.
"From the moment we had met I knew that we were destined to be together. Haldir didn't want me for my wealth or the power that went with it. Nor did he care that I am a Prince. Haldir loves Legolas: the great archer, fierce warrior, and comrade in arms, friends of Aragorn and Gimli and not to mention three adorable Hobbits.
Ada, I've suffered at the cruel hands of Men, stained my hands in blood, and I've lost something so dear to me that I will never ever get back, and all I want is to be happy with Haldir."
"And what was it you have lost ion-nin?" Thranduil asked beginning to understand.
Legolas moved to sit against the head board. He placed his hand on his overly large stomach.
"You would have been a grandfather by now to two mischievous Elflings."
Thranduil's heart stopped. "What you saying?"
"After the Battle of the Hornburg, Aragorn, Gimil, Gandalf, and I were traveling to catch-up with Sam and Frodo. We were hoping to meet them in Minas Tirith. Anyway, a group of Men happened upon us. Aragorn found me after one of them forced himself on me.
Seeing how bad my body was bruised and battered, Aragorn took me back to Gandalf. Unfortunately, he could not save my sons. I would have surely faded from the loss had Haldir died at Helm's Deep."
Legolas unconsciously rubbed soothing circles on his tummy. He remembered all too clearly the violation of his body.
Thranduil gathers his son in his arms. The prince sniffed a bit. "Please Ada do not force me to marry someone who I will never love. Haldir and I are bonded. If he should fade, I will be right behind him. It has all ready began. Once my babies are born, I will die."
The Elda froze in place. He now realize how selfish and closed minded he has been toward his son and Haldir. Thranduil knew what happened three millennia ago had nothing to do with Legolas. His fear of losing his son was unfounded.
He could have in actuality lost Legolas wile he was part of the Fellowship. Worse still the king could have lost him two fold: the rape and the miscarriage. Why should he deny his only remaining son happiness? Has it been so long ago since he had loved?
Thranduil had been a single parent for so long that he had closed himself off to any opportunity of finding another mate. He pulled out of the embrace
"I've delayed long enough greeting our guest. Get some rest. We will talk more later." Thranduil tucked the covers around Legolas. He kissed his brow then left the as quietly as he had entered.
~oOo@oOo~
Celeborn and his Guardians patiently waited for Thranduil. He knew that his friend would have a good excuse for making him wait. However, the young Elf that arrived at the same time as them was fuming and it showed. The tip of his ears were red and his face was becoming blotchy.
Thranduil descended the stairs and went straight to Celeborn. The lord noticed the scathing look cast his way.
{{Mae govennea mellon-nin,}} Thradnuil greeted.
Celeborn returned the greeting.
{{Mae govennea Prince Séregon }}
Séregon also returned the kings welcome. "Your Highness, please follow me," Felagund said not giving the prince a chance to talk with Thranduil.
The king waited until Séregon departed with his advisor before addressing Celeborn.
"You made haste, Cel."
"The state of my Marchwarden troubled me. . .we need talk, now."
Thranduil heard the depressing plea in the Lord's voice. He walked over to the litter. He held his breath when he pulled back the silver-grey woven blanket. Even though Haldir was ethereal in appearance his eye were closed. Thranduil also noticed the weight loss from the normally firm build. "Fellow me."
The Elf king lead the Guardians through a series of back passageways to avoid probing eyes and unwanted gossip. Thranduil knocked on the door before ushering everyone inside.
Legolas was still asleep until someone startled him awake. He turned over just in time to see his father enter followed by Orophin and Rúmil carrying a litter. The prince couldn't make out who was on it but he felt that he knew. Lastly, Lord Celeborn entered closing the door behind him.
"Legolas I am leaving Haldir in the spare room. No one can know he is here until I've settled some matters," Thranduil said in a hush tone.
Legolas jumped out of bed (actually rolled out) at the mention of his husband's name. Guiding them to the adjoining room Celeborn kept Legolas at his side until Haldir was resting comfortably on the bed.
"What's wrong with him? Why is his unconscious?"
Celeborn gathered slender hands into his larger ones. "Do not worry pen- neth. All he needs is your loving touch."
Orophin and Rúmil stood on the other side of the full size bed, while Thranduil joined Celeborn by the door. Legolas approached the bed with some dread. The brothers clearly saw how advance their brother-in-law was in his pregnancy. They were sad that he had to endure this alone but hopefully all will be well when Haldir wakes.
Once Legolas sat down everyone else left the room.
~oOo@oOo~
The Lord of Lothlórien gingerly sipped on his of Miruvor watching his friend massage his temples.
"What would you have me do, Cel?" Thranduil finally spoke after getting his headache under control. He must be getting old if he was succumbing to the ailments of Men.
"Stop being a pompous bastard and let them be." Thranduil looked at the lord. "If you're worried about Haldir being just a Marchwarden then don't."
"I am no longer concerned about that," Thranduil confused.
"What I do not understand Thranduil is why you closed yourself off when Tandilion and Lenwë died. You know any one of us would have helped you," Celeborn scolded.
"Pride. I wanted to die too but I couldn't. Legolas needed me and from that point on I swore to myself that he would not go through that type of pain and suffering," Thranduil replied.
"What about Legolas' pride? He is not some female who needs protecting. He is a warrior." Celeborn put his glass on the small glass table next to his chair. He stood in front of the neatly organized desk.
"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 his could do that but he will try.
~oOo@oOo~
"Can you believe this? How dare that-"
"Be at peace my brother. Thranduil seems to be preoccupied with something else."
The siblings were waiting for the king to show for dinner. Séregon leaned closer to his baby sister. "Thranduil is hiding something. For the sake of our realm you must marry the prince."
"Why is it so important? You know I do not want this."
"It is not your place to say as such. I will hear no more of you wanting to bond for love. Love has no part of gaining a strong alliance and future heirs," Séregon nearly shouted but he stayed calm for the most part.
The doors of the Great Hall opened.
"Sorry we are late. This is Lord Ce-"
"Cel. I am a good friend of King Thranduil," Celeborn cut in not wanting to reveal is identity.
The princess inclined her head in greeting. Séregon, however, simply ignored the powerful Lord.
"Your Majesty where is Prince Legolas? My sister tells me that their meeting has been put off."
The Elders sat down and at once the food was served. "I have put off the meeting for personal reasons. My son and I have had a disagreement and he has taken to the safety of his rooms," Thranduil explained helping himself to bits of fruit, bread and cheese. He cared not for the various dishes of sweet meat.
"King Thranduil, I do not need to stress the importance of this union."
"Then don't." Thranduil locked a cold hard gaze on his rude guest effectively shutting up Séregon. Celeborn inwardly smiled at his friend's ruthlessness.
The dark haired youth glared at Celeborn knowing that he was more than what he appeared to be.
"In my letter to your Father, I did point out that the final decision will rest with Legolas." Thranduil smirked when he added, "However, I just received news of my son being bonded all ready."
Séregon jumped up from his chair. "How dare you make us look like a fool?!"
"Sit down and shut up you insolent brat! You have no say whatsoever if there should be a union between your realm and mine. Legolas is in charge of his life and rightfully so. He has just informed me of his bond with the Marchwarden of Lothlórien. Now as I see it any and all agreements for an alliance are null and void."
Séregon seethed while his sister grinned from ear to ear. She was not going to marry Prince Legolas.
~oOo@oOo~
Ice-blue eyes blinked open slowly. Haldir turned his head trying to get his barring. By the size of the room and the orientation of the bed, he knew he was not in his talan. So where in all of Middle-earth was he? He looked down the length of the bed only to have his view blocked be lustrous flaxen hair.
He was drifting back to sleep when the head below his chin moved. Legolas raised up feeling warm and safe in the arms of his lover. He stretched out as best as he could without causing a cramp to flare-up in his calves. He peered at his husband, gasping at the sight above him.
"You are awake my love," he voice. His azure eyes filling with tears.
The Marchwarden wipe the crystalline water from smooth cheeks. "I have long dreamt of this day. My world darkened by grief," Haldir struggle to say. His once silky low alto was not hash from the long months of not using it.
"I was succumbing to the grief as well my love. Knowing we could not be together I was willing to travel to the Halls of Waiting to e with you."
"Nay, beloved. Our children needed one of us here. I would not have able to rest peacefully knowing that my Lord and Lady were taking care of them," Haldir sadly admitted.
Legolas searched silver orbs. "Why would they have that responsibility?" He felt his mate go rigid in his arms. "Haldir?"
The Galadhrim warred internally to tell his husband about his background. With a heavy sigh, Haldir had not other choice. Legolas had a right to know.
"There is something that I need to you melme-nin."
~ TBC ~
A/N: Sorry this took so long to do but I've been working and taking care of two kids. It leaves me very little time to type and update my fics. Hopefully, this will last you until my next update.
Anyway, are there any last minute guesses as to what Haldir is going to tell Legolas. Only one person got it right. What about Seregon? He seems like he has some other reason for wanting his sister to marry Legolas. I think I'm going to keep my eye on him for a while. Has anyone figured out who is Lenwë? I'll you know in the next chapter, so stick around for it ^_~
Thranduil finally came to his senses. I loved how he handled the upstart prince, but he should have known better than to get flip with an Elda. I wonder why Celeborn didn't introduce himself as the Lord of the Golden wood? Maybe he knows something that we don't. Well, for that we're going to have to read that next chapter.
Nemesis ^_~
~oOo@oOo~
Teaser Chapter 10: The moment of truth
Séregon glared at the Marchwarden. "Do not meddle in affairs that does not concern you Captain."
"Legolas is my concern."
The prince watched Haldir retreat into the palace. He knew that he must tread carefully around that particular Elf. He released an unsteady breathe.