A/N:Very sad

Dis:in the other chapters

Warn:Inc

Chapter Five

Fingolfin didn't slow down even a little bit as he careened around corners, not paying attention to those around him. Quite a few ended up on the floor, so deep in his worry he was. When he reached his destination, he threw open the doors, knocking over the Master healer, and ran to his youngest side.

Those who were around the bed scurried out of the way when they saw the king coming. The guards, and healers watched as Fingolfin fell to his knees by the bed and gathered the limp cold hand in his. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he whispered 'Please Mandos, don't take him from me please.' Leaning over he placed a chaste kiss on the fever brow and gazed at his precious son, smoothing a hand over Argon's forehead.

Pain filled eyes fluttered open and a pained gasp passed his lips, as he tried to talk.

"Shh, my son." Fin soothed bending down to place a kiss on his forehead again "I'm here." Argon relaxed and closed his eyes, knowing his father was there, was enough for him to fall asleep.

Without looking up the King asked what happened "I want to know everything, down to the last detail."

All of the guards started to talk at once and Fin couldn't understand a word that was being said. He growled "Silence!"

An immediate reaction, they all fell silent.

"Now" He said calmly (even though he was anything but calm) "One at a time."

"Right." They replied sheepishly.

They murmured amongst themselves for a bit before deciding on who should report. A young guard stepped forward and taking a deep breath he regaled what had happened.

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"We were following a lead that the Prince had received about the investigation on the mysterious attacks on the guards when we were ambushed by orcs."

"Orcs?" Fingolfin raised his eyes to the guard in question.

"Yes my King Orcs."

Another guard picked up the tale "Someone must of let them in, but we managed to deal with all of them, they're all dead my King. But at a great cost, we lost a lot of men and your son well…." He trailed off as they all looked at the young prince.

The healers were hovering on the side and glaring at the guards since they can't get to their patient and he needed immediate care. The king saw this and raised an eyebrow at the warriors who were in the way and tilted his head slightly to the left in the signal to 'GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY'.

They scurried aside and the healers rushed forward to the prince's side. Whilst this exchange went on another guard had picked up the thread.

"My King your son is a hero, he jumped in and saved our lives, he took out about half of the orcs before we were all over whelmed."

"We tried to get him to run but he wouldn't." A softer voice said an injured guard lay on a bed behind the King.

Turning Fin regarded the warrior for a few minutes before a strained, pain filled voice came from his son. Who is supposed to be sleeping, but the healers when they came to tend to him he woke. They had jolted him some by accident, but he didn't complain he just glared weakly at them and then joined in the conversation.

"I was taught never to abandon my family, friends and my men by my…" coughing as he drew breath "Father and Grandfather." Argon managed to get out.

"My son," The King turned his attention back to his son and gently squeezed the hand he was holding. It was a bit stronger now as he received a weak squeeze in return.

The healers were working on cleaning Argon's wounds and stuffing healing herbs into some, then wrapping him snug in bandages. Fingolfin had to let go and move out of the way at one point but he was soon back by his son's side holding his hand again. This time sitting on a chair one of the healers had brought over for him.

While the healers worked taking care of them all, silence descended upon the healing house as Nolo contemplated what he had been told, the patrols and the guards on/at the walls will have to be both doubled for sure and a message sent to his eldest telling him what happened. Oh and he needed to let Turgon and Finrod know.

He was about to tell one of the guards to go fetch his son and nephew when they came in through the door within seconds of each other.

Slightly winded they approached the bed where the prince lay.

"Oh don't look at me like that my dear brother." Ara said slowly with a small grin trying to hide the fact that he was in so much pain, the herbs had yet to kick in and null the pain. Turgon wasn't fooled though and sank into the chair on the other side and slid his hand over Argon's right.

Finrod stood at the foot of the bed with his hand on his cousin's left foot, a gentle comfort to the injured prince.

Argon fell asleep again.

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Carnistir was on his way back to the camp to give Fingon his fathers reply when a rider passed him in a hurry. His Dark bay snorted in surprise and side stepped some as the other rider breezed by him. Frowning he laid a soothing hand on his stallions neck, 'What in Vala's name?' he thought as he whispered to his companion, calming him down.

Haldarocco tossed his head and trotted a few steps, snorting before quieting.

Up ahead the other rider had stopped, his horse pranced in place as he turned and looked at the Noldo, Caranthir blinked at the shimmering silver/gold haired elf.

'Now where on Middle Earth did he come from?' Caranthir wondered as he watched the other Elf warily. The Sinda tilted his head and made his way towards the dark haired elf in curiosity.

Carnistir noticed that there was no saddle, bridle or any other tack on the dappled, soft gold mustang type horse. The closer horse and rider got to him, the more he could feel his body tensing, his hand went to the hilt of his sword as he watched the elf approach. Even when he realized there was curiosity in those gold-green eyes, he kept his hand where it was.

The Sinda stopped within sword reach, seemingly unconcerned that the Noldo was ready for a fight. Untrusting they were and that is what roused his curiosity about the dark elf. Gold-green eyes slid over the toned lithe body (although not as lithe as his people) no there was a strength to the Noldor that his people will never have. No his people are more flexible and faster than these dark ones, and so he studied the elf in front of him.

Haldarocco was prancing in place sensing his riders discomfort and feeling the tensing in the legs. Ears pinned back, eyes rolling in the sockets, he nervously crowed hopped to the side. Breaking the trance that his rider had fallen into when those eyes had locked onto his. Shaking his mane he turned his head and bumped his friend's leg trying to get him to focus on him, so they can continue on.

Emerion watched this unfold with a small smile on his face, this elf intrigued him and so he filed away what he had seen, in case they met again. He hoped they would be as for now he needed to help out with the poor free flight's discomfort, he lightly touched his horse's neck and without a word left the Noldor confused and wanting…. What Carnister doesn't know?

He didn't dwell on it though as he needed to calm his friend and then only then can he can continue to the encampment and Fingon. Oh Fingon even the thought of seeing his cousin again ignited the fire burning in him. One that as been burning in him since before this.

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In Hithlum….

The heat of the day was slowly leaving the air and the coolness of evening slowly took over. Turgon stood at his window looking out over the gardens that his….shaking his head he turned away and walked over to the fire place. Wondering for the umpteenth time why he had fallen for his father, he has finally given up trying to deny it at least to himself he has.

And yet… there was something lying in the back of his mind that's been bugging him since his the attack on his younger brother and his men. Something that only seems to become brighter in his subconscious, staring into the fire he tried with all his might to bring it to the for front of his mind but to no avail. All he got for his efforts was a headache.

That was how his father found him slumped in a chair staring unseeingly into the flames. Without a word Fingolfin went to him and crouched by his knee, placing a comforting hand on it, he waited until his son focused those grey eyes on him, he didn't have to wait long.

As soon as he had touched his son's knee those eyes were on him, heat and desire burning in them. There was sadness in them as well but Fin didn't have time to wonder why, for he was being pulled onto Turu's lap and kissed fiercely. For this would be the last time they would be together, cause Turu knew what he had to do, he hated it but it was for the best.

Lock his feelings for his father away and leave, pulling Nolo close he held him tight as all that he was feeling poured out into the kiss. With tears pouring down his cheeks he got up, he felt his father's legs wrap around him as he walked to his bed, where he planned to make love to him for the last time.

If Fingolfin felt anything dint this time around he could dwell on it for his son was doing things to him that he never did before. He loved ever minute of it. He did wonder why his son was crying so when he was able to catch a breath he asked "what's wrong my love?"

Trembling with desire and having to hide what he's about to do he shook his head and buried his face in the platinum locks, breathing in his father's scent one last time. "I love you." was whispered against his neck.

"I lo…."

He was cut off as his son's lips covered his once more and all thought left Fin's mind. The thought was his son and how he moved above him as they made love.

Later that night….

Turukano looked down at his sleeping father, drinking in the sight of the platinum haired beauty, the moons light adding a silver blue glow to him. Sighing he turned reluctantly away and left. Closing the door silently behind him. In the month since he had had that dream he had been slowly sending his men out to a rendezvous point to which the Vala Ulmo had told him where he would show him the way. Now it was only him, and his friends which become the inner council of his city.

As Hithlum slept the prince and his guard left, stopping on top of a hill to take one last look at the window to the room where his father and love of his life slept un aware of what tomorrow will bring. His stallion reared and danced in a circle in salute to the man who had trained and given him to his companion. Then the riders disappeared down the other side and into the night.

…..On the table next to the bed, beside a single white rose with red on the edges was a note. Which when Nolofinwe woke he would read and an anguished cry would be heard though out the castle, as Fin's heart broke as the note falls to the floor from slacken fingers. Only to land face up in the moon light and this is what a broken hearted Turgon wrote.

"I'm sorry Ada my love;

I can't do this anymore, what we have is amazing but it is forbidden, and I know you wouldn't want to hide our love from the world but we would have to. So this is the only way I could think of to keep you safe, is by leaving. Please don't go looking for me Ada, you won't find me. Just know that I am safe and well.

I'm so sorry my love, but this is for the best. Know that I love you and always will, you're my one and only.

Till we meet again my melda.

Melda: Beloved

Haldarocco: Shade Horse

Daeroch: Shadow horse

Emerion: Sinda Elf (OMC)