Of Ice And Starlight

by TimeTraveler2233.00

In a time before the dragon had claimed Erebor and Greenwood was still vibrant, an old forgotten elf may change the fate of a king or two. This is is me. Playing with an idea and an AU involing and OC. No violence toward the author or fellow readers please. I may change the rating later though. Changed rating to "T" just in case for the upcomming chapters.

19. Chapter 19

Author's Note: Thank you once again for the reviews and views. To Dinah (Guest) I'm glad you liked it and here's the next chapter. Enjoy everyone.

Floating. That was the sensation Himelon was met with as he faded in and out of consciousness. He floated through dreams, reality, and memory. He remembered the battle in all it's horrific wonder. When the dragon had appeared Himelon had been the first to run. He'd run bidding everyone else do the same and had no intention of stopping until he was halfway across Middle Earth and well into the Misty Mountains. However one glance of his eyes to the left as he fled to escape the dragon had changed his plans. Standing brave and strong in front of the beast was Thranduil. His starlight hair blew in the wind like the final wisps of starlight before the dawn and he showed no fear outwardly as he stared down the emerald furnace. In that moment nothing else had mattered to Himelon. Almost of their own accord his feet turn and carried him straight into the side of the starlight haired King shoving him out of the way. With his heart beating a mile a minute and the single snippet of memory of the starlight haired elf from his dreams smiling and holding him filling his mind Himelon finally made the connection. The reason he couldn't stop thinking about the Elven King and the reason his emotions were swinging so violently as of late was because he did know the starlight haired king. The raven haired male finally made the connection that Thranduil was the starlight haired elf from his dreams. With a soft smile and bit moment of eye contact Himelon had tried to convey his thoughts. Not a second after Thranduil was out of range of the fire did Himelon feel the scorching heat. The pain had only lasted for a second before everything went black. As the raven haired elf floated his mind turned to dreams. He could hear someone calling for him but it didn't matter. He surely thought he was being ferried into the halls of Mandos and so he let his mind and soul wander.

"Good morning," the whisper rand near Himelon's ear and was accompanied by a soft warmth pressing closely to his side, "I know you're awake." Opening his eyes softly the raven haired elf was met with the image of the starlight haired male he'd seen so often hovering over him propping himself up on his elbows. On the starlight haired elf's face was a gentle smile. Himelon only blinked at him trying to move only to be limited by the position of the starlight haired elf.

"If you want me to get up," the raven haired elf muttered sleepily, "then please move." A chuckle and a weight on his chest were the only responses Himelon got. With his eyes traveling to the source of the weight the raven haired male saw an all too content Thranduil snuggling into his chest and pushing the thin silver fabric of Himelon's sleeping robe out of the way so his head could rest on the other male's chest without the barrier.

"I don't want you to get up," Thranduil cooed softly letting loose a soft hum, "I just want you to be awake." The raven haired elf smiled widely and brought a hand up to rest in the silky starlight locks draping across his right arm. Neither spoke or moved. As Himelon let his head fall backwards the scene faded and he was once again floating.

Within his unconscious state many dreams as pleasant as the first drifted into his thoughts. He experienced many of his days in Valinor and even relived the moment of his creation. He watched as his memory unfolded his landing in Middle Earth and the battles that had haunted the first 300 years of life there. He saw the rise and fall of kingdoms all over again and witness the life and deaths of many elves he had once called friends. From afar he had seen it all. There was little that had come to pass in Middle Earth that Himelon had not seen. Among the good memories and dreams there also dwelt the bad. He re-lived the forging of the rings of power and the destruction wrought by Sauron with the One Ring. He marched to war against Mordor and died countless times as his memories began to merge. He felt the slow fade of his enthusiasm and trust. As he watched the elves he'd known as friends die or sail from Middle Earth the felt himself become more and more distant and isolated than he had been in the beginning. Himelon watched until all that was left of those he called friend was Elrond. Then the most recent events began to play out as his mind was pulled ever closer to consciousness. Ever closer to his body. He saw his arrival in Greenwood and all that had unfolded. He tasted the blueberry pie and smelled the perfumes of Thranduil as he stood all too close to him. In a flash the sweet taste and smell became the stench of rot and death. Then there was the heat and pain again. Pain that should have faded as all of the other memories and dreams did. But it did not. It continued and grew until it snapped him back into his body. The pull on his mind and soul was strong and a voice rang around him as flashes of white architecture and the face of Elrond. Himelon felt his mouth open and his body move but he heard no sound and felt only the burning sensation that had brought him back to conciousness.