"So you're telling me he kissed you. and you didn't mind." Thranduil asked.
"I cannot love him and you know it." Tharwen said.
"But you have fallen for men, the men of Gondor, time and time again, did you not remember any off the times I had to come rescue you from the men who tried time and again to use you?"
"If I fall for a man, may it be now, or the future, I know when my heart will have healed." She bit back.
"I am only surprised you haven't even beared a child that is Dharwen's, you both spend so much time using Elladan and Elrohir's athelas mixture it has become less of a jest and more off a concern." He said.
"You know we only used it because they slipped it into our drinks." She scowl, barking at him from where she sat.
"You have to let them go. They want to reclaim their home, let them." Tharwen said, tilting her head in his direction.
"Has he poisoned you? They are signing a contract for their own death. Do you wish for them to do so?"
"I forgot how stubborn you are." She huffed before making a rude gesture at him. "Let them go. They will succeed but most likely at a terrible cost. And you will will allow them to leave."
"And why should i do that?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Because, I want them to go. Let them go now and I will not go with them." She blinked rapidly for a few moments.
"Are you alright?" Thranduil asked concerned.
"Yes, now will you let them go or not?"
"I don't think I should because you will follow them, with or without your eyesight. I know for a fact you'll get Legolas to help you."
"I'm hurt, you think I'll do that, I have a much better plan brother dear." She said almost mockingly, leaning back against the wall the healing bed was pushed against. "You just have to realise when had I put it into action."
"What?"
"You heard me just fine." She smiled. "Don't pretend you didn't hear me. And as for your prisoners, brother dearest."
There was a loud thunk and Thranduil turned.
"Who's there?" He asked, cocking his head with interest.
"Now really brother, are you hearing things now?" She teased.
"Shut it Lath'rien." He growled.
"Do you really think something is even there?" She said somewhat evily.
"I do not like your tone."
"Of course you don't, you've never liked this tone especially in times like this." She mocked.
"You're incorrigable."
"Honey you should have seen me in a crown." She gave him a wicked grin.
Thranduil, not that he would admit it, was scared. He was scared that his little sister was putting her life on the line again. That her nonchalant attitude was going to get her killed one day. She was so outgoing, selfless, so willing, so courages, kind, amazing, gorgeous, heart-wrenchingly beautiful, helpful, devoted and fiercely loyal.
He remembered back too when she had her coming off age party. She had just managed to shake off Fharwen, who was following her around like a protective older pup, who Thranduil suspects he was at the time, when he ambushed her from behind a pillar, getting thwacked in the face for 'scaring her to death'. He didn't like Lath'rien wandering off on her own, especially with the amount of lads that had shown up to capture her heart, and the amount off rumours he's heard about majority off them.
Oh course he was being the protective big brother, he had a bond with her that both their fathers had (correctly) thought would make Lath'rien a stronger queen if something happened to Fharwen. He didn't expect her to find her beloved on that day either, and he was so fiercely protective over her that day two, he remembered seeing the masked man whisk her off into a dance, the way their bodies in perfect sync, they were one. They spoke as one, thought as one, breathed as one, lived as one.
Then Lath'rien was torn away from him after years off love, she grew cold, she grew hateful, then Legolas came, and she found a joy in him, treated him like her own son and Thranduil knew she was once again the same girl, the same queen, the same spirit, who would not let anyone go through the pain and suffering that she had all those months ago.
She didn't behave like a queen, hardly ever would she wear her crown, just the circlet that Thranduil had to force her to wear most off the time, she'd run off, have adventures, meet new people, gain her life back.
When he saw Legolas carrying her into the throne room and laying her on the floor, her fierce shivering and the droplets off sweat forming on her forehead, the gasps she let out as the poison traveled further into her blood stream, her skin as it grew deathly cold.
He was so scared. He didn't want to lose her. He didn't. He'd die! Before he let anything happen to her, because he just can't lose her, he can't. She's one off the only family he has left.
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"Thranduil?" Tharwen asked softly.
Thranduil had grew deathly quiet. If Tharwen could see something other than blurs, she would have seen his face disthraught, his hands trembling and tears streaming down his face.
She would have seen Thranduil's mask fall apart piece by piece. His cobalt blue eyes lightening as tears now streaming fully and freely down his face. Sobs and gasps softly, breaking out and his hands shaking badly.
But she could hear it.
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Thranduil couldn't let her go. He couldn't. Through blurry eyes and unsteady steps, he sat on the edge of Tharwens bed and pulled her into a hug. It wasn't a normal hug. Thranduil wanted to feel her there, he cried his tears into her chest, cries becomming louder as he clung desparately to her. He could feel his own chest heaving and coughs escaping his throat, tear wetting Tharwen's shoulder.
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Bilbo watched as the Elvenking broke down and clung to Tharwen like a lost child. He watched as each minute passed in the growing silence his thoughts chipped away at his cold and heartless exterior and showed the hobbit the King of The Greenwood. Bilbo watched as he cried and hiccuped into Tharwens shoulder, hands twisting the fabric off her clothes tightly, holding onto her like his life depended on it. His calm and collected composure lost in the sense of fear and anguish that engulf him with his fears of losing something, someone to be exact.
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"I don't want to lose you... Not again." He blubbered through tears, coughing fits and sobs.
"You won't lose me." She whispered to him, arms wrapping around his back and pressing kisses to the top of his head. "Not this time, not again." She stroked his hair.
"I can't lose you, without you, it won't be right. Legolas won't have anyone to look up to. I won't have anyone to turn to anymore." He sobbed.
"You won't lose me, you won't lose me, never, I will never go again. I won't go." She promised him.
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Tharwen could feel his tears, his shoulders shaking under her arms, his breath coming in shaky gasps. She looked up at a shadow that passed. Bilbo! She thought,fingers carding through Thranduils hair.
Tharwen shot a glare that said 'Do not tell anyone about this or else you're dead.' in Bilbo's direction before softly whispering a lullaby to Thranduil.
"Melmë nóren sina, núra ala Eäro nu.
Ilfirin nairelma, ullumë nucuvalmë.
Nauva i nuava.
Ú i vethed nâ i onnad,
Si boe ú-dhanna.
Ae ú-esteli, esteliach nad.
Estelio han, estelio han, estelio,
estelio han, estelio veleth,
Esteliach nad, estelio han.
Ai! laurië, lantar lassi súrinen,
yéni únotimë ve, ramar aldaron!
yéni ve lintë...
Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien.
Sinomë maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar metta.
Uich gwennen na 'wananth ah na dhín.
An uich gwennen na ringyrn ambar hen.
Boe naid bain gwannathar.
Boe cuil ban firitha.
Boe naer gwannathach...
Naur vi eryn,
Ianc i dalaf.
Mathach vi geven?
Nostach wi 'willith?
Mâb le i nagor,
Bâd gurth vi ngalad firiel.
Dortach vi mar han?
Dagrathach go hain?"
She sang to him, feeling him melt into her embrace, he stopped sobbing but was stilll sniffling with his head pressed into her shoulder.
"You promise me, that if you join this fight brother. You won't give up, not on me, not on yourself?" She asked putting two fingers under his chin and tilting his head up to look at her, his cerulean eyes still filled with unshed tears.
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Bilbo slipped out off the room at the ask off the promise and escaped down to the dungeons to see the dwarves.
"Tharwen, how is she?" Thorin asked as he popped back into view.
"She's with Thranduil."
"With him? Why?" He asked softly, looking at Bilbo.
"I can't tell you." Bilbo said.
"Why?" Thorin asked in a hurt tone.
"It's not my place to tell." Bilbo shook his head.
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"But you, you're-"
"No buts, you promise me, Thranduil, you promise me. You promise me you won't give up."
Tharwen could remember the time when they were children, Thranduil fell down a small cliff while they were hunting, she remember how scared she was when he stopped breathing as he hit the ground. He stopped moving, the few minutes, that felt like hours, and then he opened his eyes, the same cerulean eyes, looking up at her with tears flooding down his face. The terror off losing him caught her as she could do nothing but hold him as he cried.
"You promise me, Thrandy, you promise me. You promise me you won't give up." She heard herself tell him. "We'll be alright, we'll be just fine. Okay, I promise you, whatever happens, we'll be alright. You promise me? You won't give up hope that we'll be alright."
She remember him asking her if she was going to leave him there, if she was going to leave him. His tears had already soaked into the front off her shirt.
"I won't leave you." She said softly, she cradled his head in her lap and pressed as kiss to his forehead. "I promise you I won't leave you."
"I won't give up. I won't." He promised her. He nuzzeled his nose into her neck.
"I know you won't. I just needed to know that you'll promise me that." She said with a soft, gentle smile.
Translations (Sindarin):
*These are parts from the Elven lullabies in Lotr.
Ú i vethed nâ i onnad.
Si boe ú-dhanna.
Ae ú-esteli, esteliach nad.
Estelio han, estelio han, estelio,
estelio han, estelio veleth.
Esteliach nad, estelio han.
'It's not the end, it is the beginning.
You mustn't falter now.
If you don't trust it, trust something.
Trust this, trust this, trust,
Trust this, trust love.
You trust something, trust this.'
Melmë nóren sina
núra ala Eäro nur
Ilfirin nairelma
ullumë nucuvalmë
Nauva i nauva
Our love for this land
Is deeper than the deeps
Of the sea.
Our regret is undying
Yet we will cast all away
Rather than submit.
What should be shall be.
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
yéni únotimë ve ramar aldaron!
yéni ve lintë…
Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien.
Sinomë maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta!
'Alas! golden leaves fall in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
Long years like swift…'
'Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come.
In this place I will abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world!'
Uich gwennen na 'wanath ah na dhín.
An uich gwennen na ringyrn ambar hen.
Boe naid bain gwannathar,
Boe cuil ban firitha.
Boe naer gwannathach…
'You are not bound to loss and silence.
For you are not bound to the circles of this world.
All things must pass away,
All life is doomed to fade.
Sorrowing you must go…
Naur vi eryn,
lanc i dalaf.
Mathach vi geven?
Nostach vi 'wilith?
Mâb le i nagor,
Bâd gurth vi ngalad firiel.
Dorthach vi mar han?
Dagrathach go hain?
'The woods are burning,
the ground lies bare.
Do you feel it in the earth?
Can you smell it in the air?
The war is upon you,
Death moves in the fading light.
Are you part of this world?
Will you join their fight?'
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This chapter is an insight to Tharwen (Lath'rien's) and Thranduil's relationship.
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