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Reasons
to Hope, Reasons to Live
Chapter:
Nine
Keys:
Dreams
and flashbacks
“Common
language”
‘Elvish
language’
[Translations]
//Thoughts//
Takes
time in the next day and week after chpt 8
~~~~***~~~~
Legolas
woke up early the next morning, hearing the sound of soft knocks on the door of
the room. He groaned softly. It probably hadn’t been more than four hours since
he had fallen asleep and now someone was disturbing his sleep once more.
He closed
his eyes and shifted his body lazily to other side of the bed, trying to ignore
the knocking and return to his reverie. However, every intention to go back to
sleep was discarded when his body came to contact with a hard yet soft object
lying next to him. Opening his eyes, Legolas found himself lying partially over
Aragorn’s naked chest; their legs tangled with each other’s and their faces
just a few inches apart.
Legolas
jerked away from the sleeping man as if a fire had burned him, blushing to the
tips of his ears. He stared at Aragorn for a few moments, trying to remember
how they ended up in the same bed. Then, memories of the last few days came
rushing to his mind. He sighed deeply.
This was
all so new to him!
And to
think he he had shared a bed with his best friend!
Legolas
shook his head, sighing again.
He would
need a very long time to get use to all of this!
//Thank
the Valar that I had wisely chose to wear a nightshirt!// he thought. //Or I won’t
be able to face Aragorn as I long as I live! Only the Valar know what would had
happened if I slept shirtless last night! It would have been more embarrassing
to wake up in that position if I hadn't'!//
Another
soft knock reached Legolas’ ears. Not knowing whether he should curse or thank
whoever was knocking, Legolas got out of the bed and left the room after
wearing his night robe. He crossed the sitting room and opened the huge wooden
door. Peeking outside, he saw Mallorn standing infront of him.
‘Mallorn?’
he asked quietly.
‘Good
morning, Legolas,’ Mallorn said, smiling warmly. ‘Sleep well?’
‘Good
morning, Mallorn. Yes, thank you,’ Legolas said, emerging outside the room and
closing the door behind him. ‘Is something wrong?’
‘No.’
Mallorn shook his head. ‘But Ada and Aredhel are returning to Mirkwood in a few
minutes. I came to take you to say your goodbyes to them.’
‘Returning
to Mirkwood?’ Legolas asked in surprise. It was too early in the morning;
besides, his father couldn't leave him
the morning following his wedding, unless… ‘Is something wrong in
Mirkwood, Mallorn?’
‘Ada
received some news about some Orc attacks near our borders yesterday. He didn’t
want to disturb your wedding, so he decided to leave early in the morning.’
‘And why
I wasn’t informed of this?’ Legolas asked angrily. Mirkwood is his homeland; he
had the right to know of anything concerning it.
‘Don’t be
angry, Legolas!’ Mallorn said. ‘Father didn’t want to bother you on your
wedding day. Besides, Aredhel said that it wasn’t something big. I wasn’t
informed of this either until last night when I was talking to Aredhel!’
Remembering
that issue, Legolas asked wearily, ‘How did he react when you told him last
night?’
‘Well,’ Mallorn
rubbed the back of his neck. ‘He was more understanding than I thought. He got
angry for few moments but then he calmed down and shifted into the
Crown-Prince-of-Mirkwood mode before starting to make decisions and ordering me
around.”
Legolas
chuckled softly. ‘Typical. Did you make sure that he is not going to tell
father?’
‘Don’t
worry,’ Mallorn shrugged. ‘He’s aware of father’s temper…he was the one who
said that we shouldn’t inform father.’
‘That’s
good,’ Legolas sighed deeply. ‘So aren’t you going with them too?’ he asked.
‘No,’
Mallorn shook his head. ‘At least one of your family should stay with you at
time like this. Besides, Ada thinks that it would be more comfortable for you
if I kept you company when you leave for Gondor!’
‘You are
coming with me to Gondor?’ Legolas asked in surprise.
‘Of
course I am,’ Mallorn grinned teasingly. ‘Ada would be worried about you if you
went there alone. Besides, someone has to make sure that you stay out of
trouble; especially in your condition.’
Legolas
sighed, shaking his head. His brother had never let any opportunity to tease
him slip away.
‘Come on,
now,’ Mallorn said. ‘Ada and Aredhel will leave Imladris in few minutes. They
want to see you before they leave.’
‘Give me
few moments to change my clothes and we’ll b on our way,’ Legolas said, opening
the door quietly and entering the room. A few moments later, he returned
wearing a green tunic, white shirt and brown leggings. Gesturing to Mallorn to
lead them, Legolas walked behind his brother, lost in thought.
The two
walked quietly through the empty corridors of Lord Elrond’s house until they
reached the main entrance and then made their way through the gardens to the
great gate. Legolas saw his father and brother standing near their horses;
ready to go.
‘Ada!’
Legolas ran to his father’s arms. ‘So you are truly leaving?’ He looked up at
his father with sadnehinihining in his blue eyes.
King
Thranduil smiled sadly at his youngest. ‘Yes, Greenleaf. I’m sorry that I have
to leave like this, but I’m needed in Mirkwood.’
‘I want
to go with you,’ Legolas whispered sadly. ‘I want to help rid Mirkwood from all
the foul creatures that disturb our land’s safety.’
‘No,
Legolas,’ the old King shook his head. ‘From this day on, your place is by your
husband’s side. Your place, my little leaf, is now in Gondor.’
‘But
Mirkwood will always be my homeland, Ada,’ Legolas whispered; hurt was clearly
shining in his eyes.
‘Yes, it
will, my boy.’ King Thranduil smiled sadly. ‘And you are always welcome to
visit whenever you wish.’
Legolas
looked into his father’s eyes, fighting the urge to cry. It hurt him to hear
that Mirkwood would no longer be his home…that he had become nothing but a
stranger to the Greenwood.
Mallorn
put a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezed it gently.
‘Take
care of yourself, baby brother!’ Aredhel said softly. Legolas looked at his
brother and smiled slightly.
‘So
should you, big brother.’ He walked to his brother and hugged him tightly. He
pulled away and smiled mischievously at Aredhel. ‘And I hope that I’ll hear
news of your engagement to Lady Tinûviel in the near future!’
Aredhel
glared at Mallorn, blushing. Mallorn grinned at his big brother innocently
while Legolas and King Thranduil chuckled softly at them.
‘Well,
it’s time for us to leave,’ King Thranduil declared. ‘Aa' lasser en lle coia
orn n' omenta gurtha, Legolas, [May the leaves of your life-tree never turn
brown, Legolas]’ he whispered, hugging Legolas one more time.
‘Aa'
menealle nauva calen ar' malta, Ada! [May your ways be green and golden,
father!] Legolas whispered softly with a sweet smile.
>
King
Thranduil turned to Mallorn. ‘Take care of your brother, Mallorn,’
‘Sure,
Ada,’ Mallorn replied. King Thranduil smiled and walked outside the gate where
his guards were waiting. Aredhel hugged his brothers goodbye and followed his
father. The two brothers didn't move until they heard the sound of horses’
hooves rushing away.
~~~~***~~~~
When
Legolas returned to the bedroom, he found Aragorn still sleeping. He smiled slightly
at the sight of his friend sleeping peacefully. He, on the other hand, didn’t
find the peace to return to bed. He sat on a couch near the window and watched
as the dim light of the rising sun started to lighten the dark sky. He sighed
deeply.
//So this
is how I will end up!// he thought sadly. //I shall have to live in strange
land and consider it my home while my true home is no longer my home!//
Legolas
sighed again, remembering his last night with Haldir. He wondered if he and
Haldir had married, would he also had to leave Mirkwood and live in Lothlórien!
He had
never left Mirkwood without the intention of returning… each time he was on a
mission, he longed for the day he would return home…his wonderful Greenwoods!
Maybe he
would have convinced Haldir to move to Mirkwood instead…or maybe he would have
contented himself to live in the Goldenwoods with his lover… after all, unlike
Gondor, Lothlórien was more like Mirkwood, right?!
Legolas
sighed...there was ne ine in thinking of this now!
What had
happened, happened!
He was
married to Gondor's King and had to be prepared for his responsibilities as
Gondor's Prince Consort.
A hand on
his shoulder startled Legolas from his thoughts.
“Aragorn!”
he exclaimed as he saw his husband standing next to him. “I’m sorry, did I wake
you?”
“No,
Legolas,” Aragorn answered, shaking his head. “You didn’t wake me. I woke few
moments before your arrival. Where did you go?” The man sat near him in the
couch.
“I went
to bid farewell to my father and Aredhel. They are returning to Mirkwood,”
Legolas replied in a low voice.
Aragorn
frowned. How could King Thranduil leave his son on the morning after his
wedding?
“Why did
he leave?” he asked.
“He had
received some news from Mirkwood yesterday,” Legolas said quietly. “There had
been an Orc attack on our south borders. He was needed there.”
“Is it
anything serious?” Aragorn asked in a worried tone.
Legolas
shook his head. “As far as I’ve been told, it’s nothing serious. However,
father must be there to see how the investigations were carried out. He has
taken Aredhel with him and told Mallorn to stay with me.” Legolas let out a
deep sigh, looking outside the window.
“Oh.”
That was all Aragorn was able to say. He stared silently at his husband’s face.
He could tell that Legolas was sad about something; he could see shadows of
sadness clouding his blue eyes. And what were these? Tears?!
“What’s
wrong, Legolas?” he asked softly. “Why you are crying?”
Legolas
looked at his husband and shook his head. “Nothing.” His voice was barely above
whisper.
Aragorn
looked deeply into Legolas’ eyes, unconvinced. “Legolas, what’s wrong?” he
insisted.
“I said
nothing.” Legolas choked back a sob. He tore his eyes from Aragorn’s, looking
away.
“Then why
you are crying, Greenleaf? If it’s nothing, then you shouldn’t be crying,”
Aragorn said firmly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Legolas
lowered his head, sobbing softly. He didn’t know why he was overreacting over
his father’s words but it hurt him a lot.
“I feel
as if I’m unwanted in Mirkwood,” he whispered between sobs.
Aragorn
raised a surprised eyebrow. Now, from where did Legolas get that idea?!
The man
slowly moved closer and took the distressed elf in his arms. Legolas buried his
face into Aragorn’s chest, crying his heart out.
“Who said
that you aren’t wanted anymore in Mirkwood?” Aragorn asked softly, stroking
Legolas’ golden hair gently.
“Nobody,”
Legolas whispered. “I just felt hurt when Ada said that my place isn’t in
Mirkwood anymore. He said that my place now is by your side in Gondor!”
“Oh.”
Hurt was clear in Aragorn’s voice.
Legolas
pulled away, wiping his tears. “I’m sorry, Aragorn,” he said, looking at his
husband. “I didn’t mean to offend or hurt you. I have accepted all the
consequences of our marriage, but it’s hard for me to know that Mirkwood is no
longer my home.”
“It’s ok,
Legolas,” Aragorn said, brushing a golden strand behind Legolas’ pointed ear.
“I know exactly how you feel! I felt the same way when I first went to Gondor.
I felt like I have left Rivendell behind me forever. But, then I realized that
no matter what happened, Rivendell will be the place where I had grown up and
had lovely memories of. It’ll always be my true home. And so do you, Legolas!
Mirkwood will always be part of you! The Greenwoods will be always in your
heart and wherever you go, it will go with you.”
Legolas
looked at Aragorn and smiled brightly, his heart beating with joy at Aragorn’s
warm words.
“Ada said
that I’d be always welcomed to visit Mirkwood from time to time,” Legolas said
softly. “He said that his arms will always be opened for me.”
“See!”
Aragorn smiled. “You aren’t unwanted there after all.”
“I
suppose so,” Legolas whispered. “It just that my emotions overwhelm me
sometimes.”
Aragorn
chuckled softly. “Well, considering your condition, Legolas, I’m not surprised.
Did you forget that you are pregnant?”
“I think
I do forget that sometimes,” Legolas looked away, blushing. He placed his hand
on his flat stomach and chuckled softly. “I wonder how I’ll look when my belly
starts to show!”
Aragorn
laughed. “I’m really looking forward that day, my dear elf.”
Legolas
glared at Aragorn mockingly. “Is that so, King Elessar? You want to make fun of
your pregnant husband? Say one funny comment about me and I’ll make sure that
my father hears about it!”
“Oh, no,”
Aragorn said in mocked fear. “Then King Thranduil will knock the White Tower
down with one blow! Please, Legolas, forgive me…please!”
Legolas
laughed and shook his head. “Only this time, King Elessar, and on one
condition!”
“And what
was my dear husband desire me to do?” Aragorn stood and bowed in front of
Legolas.
“I want
you to escort me to the kitchens, my King,” Legolas said, reaching his hand out
for Aragorn. “For I’m so hungry that I would eat more than a hobbit would!”
“Then to
the kitchens we go,” Aragorn said, pulling Legolas to his feet.
~~~~***~~~~
One week
had passed since Aragorn and Legolas’ marriage and the couple were now prepared
to leave for Gondor.
Legolas
was sitting on a bench in Lord Elrond's gardens, enjoying his last night in
Rivendell, when he sensed his brother nearing him. He turned and greeted
Mallorn with a sweet smile.
‘Brooding
again, Greenleaf?’ Mallorn smirked.
‘No.’
Legolas smirked back. ‘I was merely enjoying the peace of the night until you
arrived and disturbed it.’
‘Is that
so, baby brother?’ Mallorn raised an amusing eyebrow as he sat near Legolas.
‘Then I’m glad I did.’
Legolas
laughed softly at him. ‘Nothing can drop your spirits, Mallorn, can’t they?’
‘No, my
dear brother. Nothing can affect the one and only Mallorn,’ Mallorn said,
winking slyly at him.
‘I’m glad
to hear that.’ Legolas smiled and looked away.
The two
sat silently, listening to the night creatures as they went out, searching for
food.
‘So how
is your marriage going?’ Mallorn asked suddenly.
‘It’s
ok,’ Legolas replied. ‘Aragorn is a gentle man and we are doing quite fine.’
Mallorn
smiled. ‘Do I take it that you have accepted him as your husband, Legolas?’ he
asked slyly.
‘No!’ Legolas
exclaimed, terrified. The tips of his ears became rosy red. ‘I didn’t mean
that. I meant that we are not as embarrassed as we were at the beginning of our
marriage! We are just good friends.’
Mallorn
burst into merry laughter at his brother’s embarrassed expression. ‘Relax,
Legolas,’ he finally managed to say. ‘I was only joking.’
‘Well,
that wasn’t funny.’ Legolas frowned. ‘You are insulting our friendship by
saying that. Besides, Aragorn is in love with someone; but, like mine, his
lover is no longer here.’
Mallorn
chuckled softly. He wondered when Legolas would realize that Aragorn was in
love him. For the past few weeks after Aragorn’s proposal, Mallorn had watched
the man carefully and was surprised to see how much Aragorn was in love with
his brother, and a short talk with the twins had confirmed his suspicion. Well,
there wasn’t anything he could do!
His
brother must acknowledge Aragorn’s love himself.
‘Legolas,’
Mallorn said hesitantly. ‘Can I ask you a personal question?’
Legolas
laughed. ‘And when did the one and only Mallorn ask permission to ask personal
questions?’
‘Well,’
Mallorn said as he rubbed his neck nervously. ‘I wanted to ask you this a long
time ago but didn’t find the courage to ask!’ He shifted in his seat
uncomfortably.
Legolas
frowned at his brother. It had to be a very personal and serious matter for
Mallorn to act that way.
‘Mallorn,
what is it?’ Legolas asked softly. ‘What do you want to ask?’
‘Well,’
Mallorn took a deep breath before continuing. ‘Remember that night in Lothlórien,
when you told me that you wanted to sleep with Haldir.’ Mallorn waited for
Legolas to nod before he continued. ‘You never slept with him after that night,
right?’
Legolas
laughed softly. ‘Why Mallorn!’ he said merrily. ‘Of course, I did. Or how else
I would be pregnant with his baby!’
‘Yes, but
you promised me that night that-’
‘I hadn't
slept with him after that night,’ Legolas interrupted. He gazed at the starless
sky sadly. ‘I had kept my promise until the quest, when we sought refuge in
Lothlórien. I was hurt by Mithrandir’s supposed death and again I found comfort
in Haldir's arms. After that, I couldn’t stop myself from running to his arms
every time my eyes meet his. I just couldn’t,’ he whispered his last sentence.
Silent tears slid down his cheek. ‘It might be a comfort to me that the Valar
had granted us another night before we were parted forever. It might be a
comfort to me that I’m now carrying the memory of our last time together.’
Mallorn
brushed Legolas’ tears away softly. He watched his brother with sympathy.
‘Come
inside, Legolas,’ he finally said with quiet voice. ‘You must rest, for we have
a long journey ahead of us tomorrow.’
‘As you
wish,’ Legolas said as he let his brother lead him inside.
~~~~****~~~~
Meanwhile,
Aragorn was discussing some matters with Lord Elrond in his library.
“Maybe
Legolas should stay, Ada!” Aragorn sighed deeply. “I don’t think he’ll be able
to travel to Gondor without risking his health. The road will be so long and
dangerous!”
“No,
Estel.” Lord Elrond shook his head. ‘Legolas must be with you when your
marriage is announced. Your people deserve to know their Prince Consort!
Besides, his presence may cease any rejection your marriage may face.”
“But will
he able to travel all the way to Gondor?” Aragorn asked worriedly. “He gets
tired very quickly even if he tries not to show it!”
“He will
be fine, Estel; I assure you!” Lord Elrond said, calmly. “He is only five
months pregnant. The baby is still small and is not taking much energy from
Legolas. It is safer for Legolas to travel now than later…you need one month to
reach the White City…that will make him in his sixth month, which means that he
has to get as much rest as possible for the baby would started to feed more in
his body’s nutrients,ininining his energy.”
“Maybe
you should come with us, Ada!” Aragorn looked pleadingly at Lord Elrond. “It
would be safer for Legolas if you were with us during the journey. At least,
you would be able to prevent him from getting into more trouble!”
Lord
Elrond raised an eyebrow. “Estel, if you, who are Legolas’ husband, can’t keep
him out of trouble, then no one can,” he said in amusement. “Besides, I’ll be
sending one of the best healers in Rivendell with you. Moreover, Mallorn and
the twins are coming with you. They can help you!”
Aragorn
sighed deeply. //Great!// he thought grimily. //Now, I have to deal, not only
with Legolas, but also with two troublemaking elves, one of whom is in love
with Legolas’ brother, who will also accompany us!//
Lord Elrond
chuckled at Aragorn’s grumpy expression.
“Relax,
Estel,” he said, smiling. “I’ll follow you to Gondor after two or three months
to help in delivering the baby. So you shouldn’t worry.”
“Ada,”
Aragorn sighed deeply. “I can’t help but worry! Legolas’ condition is so
delicate… and I don’t want to risk his health or maybe his life…or the baby’s.”
“I said
it will be ok, Estel.” Lord Elrond smiled reassuringly. “But that doesn’t mean
that you shouldn’t worry! You must rest as much as possible… and I suggest that
you and your company rest for few days in Rohan when you arrive there!”
“Rohan!”
Aragorn closed his eyes and threw his head backwards, sighing. “That’s another
matter I’m worried about! I don’t know how Legolas will react when we arrive
there!”
“You mean
Helm’s Deep?!” Lord Elrond asked.
Aragorn
nodded, looking at his foster father. “Legolas is emotionally unstable right
now. Every time Haldirmentmentioned, he starts to cry…I’m afraid that his
reaction would risk his life or the baby’s!”
Lord
Elrond shook his head. “Don’t worry, Aragorn. Now that Legolas has you, you
don’t need to worry. Let him feel that you are always by his side, and he’ll be
able to get through this. Legolas needs this opportunity to face his loss…he
has to face Haldir’s death one day!”
Aragorn
nodded, uncertain.
“I better
go and get some rest before tomorrow,” he said, standing. “Good night, Ada.”
“Good
night, Estel.” With that, Aragorn left the room.
Lord
Elrond shook his head and sighed.
He heard
the door opening again. Looking up, he spotted Lord Glorfindel standing at the
entrance.
‘Aren’t
you going to rest, my Lord?’ the golden haired elf asked innocently.
Lord
Elrond snorted amusingly. ‘Innocence does not suit you, my dear,’ he said,
smirking.
Lord
Glorfindel smirked back and approached the dark haired elf with slow graceful
steps.
‘Well
then,’ he said. ‘I’ll return to my sly evil self, if that pleases you, my
Lord!’
‘I’d love
that.’ Lord Elrond smiled.
‘So,’
Lord Glorfindel said, sitting on the chair that Aragorn had vacated. ‘How is
Aragorn?’
‘He’s
very worried about Legolas’ welfare,’ Lord Elrond sighed. ‘I had a hard time
reassuring him that it was ok for Legolas to travel to Gondor.’
‘That’s
understandable,’ Lord Glorfindel said, nodding. ‘After all, Legolas is fragile
now.’
‘Yes,’
Lord Elrond said solemnly. ‘He is very fragile now.’
‘Speaking
of those two,’ Lord Glorfindel said. ‘Why haven’t you informed them about the
immortality spell? Aragorn is afraid of the day he will die, leaving Legolas
alone again!’
‘Because
they aren’t yet ready for it,’ Lord Elrond said.
‘How so?’
Lord Glorfindel asked, confused.
Lord
Elrond sighed deeply, standing from his seat and walking to the window. ‘For
this spell to work Aragorn and Legolas must consummate their marriage….but they
are not yet ready for that step , at least Legolas isn’t; and Aragorn would not
agree to complete the spell just to have immortal life. And as you know, this
spell can be cast only one time upon a couple…and if it’s not completed within
a few days, its effects will wear off and it would be useless…’
‘And
thus, Aragorn and Legolas might lose their chance to live happily together,’
Lord Glorfindel finished. Lord Elrond nodded.
‘I want
to give them a chance to get close to each other, and then we will have time to
think about spells and immortality,’ he said, looking deeply into Lord
Glorfindel's eyes.
The
golden elf smiled warmly at his lover.
‘Come,’
he said, standing and reaching out his hand to Lord Elrond. ‘I know that you are
tired, my Lord, and in deep need of a good long rest.’
Lord
Elrond smiled and took his lover’s hand and both left the room.
To be
continued…
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