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Of Light and Shadow	By : Avaloyuru Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The arrival of the Kings’ Chief March Warden Aldalómë and a troop of elite elven soldiers does not sway the young prince in the search for his father. As Cerályië completes the final steps before the move to the Lake of Rhûn, Legolas grows ever closer.
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Propped up on one elbow, Cerályië gazed down at the sleeping face of the beautiful slave that had become his lover. A slight smile curled his lips as he allowed himself to reminisce over the past five months with him, remembering both, the pleasures and the regrets. His gaze roamed freely over the exquisite form that lay beside him, so gloriously displayed in his nakedness. It would seem that the same fates that had been so cruel in the past had now gifted him with the light within him, a light that would burn with hope.
“If this were another place, in another time. I could easily love you with all my heart.” The words had been etched in his heart since the day Thranduil had spoken them, he had felt the change within himself. Yet it was before then, on that first morning when he looked upon his tortured face and had taken the nightmares from him, he knew the truth, he knew he would love him until the end of his days.
“Our time has come to an end my love.” Cerályië whispered, ignoring the sting of tears at the back of his eyes. “If it be the will of the fates, I shall see you again in Aman.” (Notes) He said as he leaned down, breathing in the sweet scent of his breath and of him before touching his lips to his tenderly.
Pulling back slightly, he smiled as he gazed down into the clear sapphire pools that sparkled with starlight. Caressing his cheek, he gently pushed the stray strands of his hair back from his face, tucking them behind his ear
“Sleep now my love.” He said softly as he traced his forefinger across his forehead and watched as those beautiful eyes closed for the last time. “You are the part of me that is the heart of me, the whole of me that is the soul of me, now and forever, until the end of time.” He whispered as he kissed the unresponsive lips for the last time.
Pushing himself up from the furs, he fought back the tears as he gazed down at his sleeping form for long moments. Swallowing against the lump in his throat, Cerályië felt numb as he began the task of dressing himself for the long day ahead. Casting one more long glance toward Thranduil, he shook himself firmly and strode purposefully out of the dungeon room.
Entering the dungeon room across the hall, he said nothing as he walked toward the hearth to collect the teapot. He watched them on the fringes of his vision as Edicûve and Dorinäélin slipped quietly out of the room to prepare Thranduil for the journey. Clearing his mind, he struggled against the fear that threatened to overwhelm him as he prepared himself for what lay ahead. Allowing himself one last thought of Thranduil, he wrapped his heart in the comfort of the light within him.
The two guards shared worried glances yet said nothing as they carefully dressed Thranduil and carried him from the depths of the dungeons. Hurrying across the courtyard toward the others, they lifted him into the main wagon, arranging him as comfortably as possible in the small cot.
“Go now.” Edicûve stated, casting a worried glance toward Daedalus. “We will meet you at the fork.” He said, stepping back as the wagons lurched forward disappearing in the darkness.
Turning toward Dorinäélin, they stood anxiously near the small grove of trees some distance away from the Keep as they waited for the Lord and Master of the Keep. There was nothing more they could do to help him, this he must do on his own.
Emerging from the Keep, Cerályië cast one fleeting glance toward the grove where he knew they waited. Turning away from them he walked across the courtyard toward the edge of the forest, he shut them out of his mind, allowing the present world to fall away as he opened his mind and reached deep within himself for the anger and hate that had given him the strength to strike down his tormentor in a world that was a lifetime ago.
Although he was stronger and far more in control than he was then, his body trembled visibly as he turned back toward the Keep now consciously pulling on the powers of the elements around him. Closing his eyes, his mind reached out, merging with the earth, the stone, and the life forces within them. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks, the pain slowly consuming him as he held it, manipulated it, letting it build within him. Dropping to his knees as he released it, the scream that ripped through his throat was drowned out by the loud cracking and grinding as the ground shook opened beneath the Keep, leaving it in a pile of rubble.
Ignoring the pain that flowed through his veins like fire, Cerályië reached out once more, pulling on the living energy within the forest. Binding it to himself, feeding it with his own life force from deep within himself, he released it and crumbled into a lifeless heap on the ground as the world around him faded into darkness.
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Turning as he heard her gasp, Thaddeus wrapped his arms around her, quickly moving them away from the others. Lowering her down onto a large rock, he held her as she clung to him, burying her face against his chest, her body trembling as if she were freezing.
“It is done.” She whispered faintly.
“Is he...” Thaddeus let his voice trail off, unable to ask.
“His fäë (soul) is very weak but he lives.” Aërasumé answered unfinished question. “His fate is in Eru’s (God’s) hands now.” She added, leaning heavily against him.
“Will you be alright?” He asked, his arms tightening around her as he pressed his cheek against the top of her head.
“I am fine.” She replied softly, relaxing in the comfort of his embrace.
“We have other problems.” He told her as he gently smoothed her soft hair with his calloused hand. “It would seem the golden haired elf is none other than the prince himself.”
“What?!” Aërasumé gasped, her eyes wide as she pulled back to stare up at him.
“They have been quiet for a long time but during the night I heard angry voices just beyond the cave.” He told her, concern growing in his eyes as he stared down at her. “From what I could overhear it would seem that the young prince has come in search of the king without informing anyone. There is now a large group of elven soldiers on our doorstep.”
“They cannot be allowed to continue on to Fornost!” She exclaimed in a hushed tone, her eyes pleading with him. “Cerá needs time to get fully away.”
“Taráthiël will see that he is safe.” He reassured her. “I don’t think the tall golden elf outside has any intentions of allowing the prince to go any farther.”
“We must speak to them.” Aërasumé stated as she pushed herself up to her feet.
“Are you sure you are up this?” He asked as he rose, pulling her into his arms again. “The prince said he would let us know his decision in the morning. The day has not yet dawned.”
“I will speak to them now.” She stated more firmly. “The others should be arriving soon and we must convince them it is best for them to return to their lands.”
Nodding, his shoulders slumping slightly as he followed her toward the entrance of the cave. He knew by the tone of her voice there was nothing he could say that would change her mind. Her only concern at this time was for the safety of her brother and those that had remained behind.
“Stay your weapons!” Legolas barked the order as he quickly moved toward the grassy area at the mouth of the cave.
“Aërasumé, Thaddeus.” Legolas greeted them, his tone was soft yet firm as he approached them. “I am the Regent Prince Legolas of the Woodland Realm. I do apologize for my deception and I ask that you please forgive me.” He added as he reached them.
“Now that we know who you are and why you are here we can understand.” Aërasumé replied as she studied the tall golden elf that stepped up behind the young prince, his chiseled features were guarded as he studied her in return. “You had no knowledge of who we are. It was a right decision to hide your true identity.”
“My only desire is to find my father and return him to his rightful place.” Legolas stated, his gaze flickered between the two of them.
“The news of the death of Smaug has spread far.” She said quietly, her gaze moving over the faces of the armed warriors that nearly filled the grassy area just beyond the caves. “We heard rumor that the Elvenking fell in the battle on the plains of Erebor. But you believe that he has been taken by slave traders?” She asked, her gaze now fixed firmly on the soft pale blue eyes of the young prince.
“I know only that he is not dead.” Legolas stated, meeting her gaze evenly as he paused for long moments. “He was last seen on the ridge near Raven Hill just north of the main battle. There has been no trace of him found anywhere, nothing.”
“If that has been his fate there is only one slave trader bold enough for such an act.” She told him, her gaze turned to the cold ice blue stare of the tall golden elf just behind the prince. “His name is Lochinvar but he would not have brought him to this side of the Misty Mountains. Your king is far too well known in these lands, the risks would have been too high for him. If it was he who took your father, he would have taken him south to Harad.”
“How do you know so much about these slave traders?” Aldalómë asked quietly, yet his tone was harsh and demanding as he stared at her. “He is known to trade slaves with the dark elf in these parts.”
“Aldalómë!” Legolas hissed as he turned toward him, anger flashing in his now cloudy blue eyes.
“It is alright hîr vuin.” (My Lord) Aërasumé said softly as she touched his arm. “I am not afraid to answer his questions.” She continued, turning a cold gaze toward the outspoken golden elf. “Lochinvar and his cruel deeds are well known among the people of Arnor, but particularly those of the North Downs and Fornost. Yes, he brought elves as slaves to the dark elf whose name was Annûmëä, the necromancer of Carn Dûm. But not for profit, they were in payment of a bargain struck between them to leave the people of Forodwaith in peace.”
“I have never heard that name.” Aldalómë stated, his tone remained authoritative yet not quite as harsh as before.
“I do not suppose you would.” She stated, mirroring his own attitude toward him. “The Mage Wars were fought mostly in Beleriand during the time of King Thingol. The necromancer you know as Sauron defeated most of the others vying for Melkor’s favors. He killed the Witch King Angmar, but he was forced into hiding before he could finish his attack on Carn Dûm. The dark elf was struck down by the hand of one of his slaves nearly four thousand years ago.”
“You spoke of others.” Legolas stated, satisfied that this elleth (elf maiden) and her people knew nothing of the whereabouts of his father. “When do you expect to see them?”
“They were only a day behind us, two at the most.” Thaddeus answered the question for her. “They should have reached us by now.” He added, concern and worry etching itself in his face.
“We will ride toward Fornost to see if they have run into trouble.” Legolas told her as he took her hands, squeezing them gently. “They should not be too far out.”
“Shh.” Thaddeus quieted her before she could speak as the prince turned and strode purposefully away from them. “The taller elf is already suspicious.” He whispered as he hugged her closer to him.
“What are you doing?!” Aldalómë demanded as he followed the prince back toward the troop of elven soldiers. “My orders are to bring you back to the palace at once.”
“If I am not mistaken Chief March Warden, as the Regent in the absence of my father, it is I who will give the orders.” Legolas stated as he continued his purposeful stride toward the troop.
“Hîr vuin.” (My Lord) Aldalómë stated as he quickened his pace. “You are not yourself, you are thinking with your heart...”
“Yes I am angry!” Legolas hissed as he stopped in his tracks to face him. “I would think you of all people would understand! He is not only your king, he is your oldest friend.”
“And I know that he would want me to protect his only son.” Aldalómë stated as they stood there glaring at each other.
“Then you can do so by coming with me because unless it is your intention to forcibly return me to my fathers’ halls, we will depart shortly for Fornost.” Legolas stated as calmly as he could muster against the anger that twisted in his gut.
“Perhaps it’s best if he can see for himself.” Eluandúnië said quietly, clasping Aldalómës’ shoulder as he approached him. “I cannot say that you or I would not do the same in his position.”
“I am not so certain I want to believe them.” Aldalómë said as he cast a glance back toward the man and the woman he recognized to be a half-elf. “If there is no danger in Fornost, why do so many flee?” He asked, turning back to the other March Warden.
“I guess we will find out.” Eluandúnië sighed heavily. “Either way, the men still look to us for guidance.”
“We have been given no choice.” Aldalómë sighed as he turned away from him, his expression unreadable as his gaze raked over Ivósaar and Träëliôrn who stood nearby.
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“We all knew something like this could happen.” Galion said quietly, turning his gaze from the hearth to look at the concerned face of the Lord of Imladris. “While he does everything he can to avoid war, Thranduil has always prided himself in being a warrior king who does not send his men to their deaths but is willing to fight alongside them.”
“What does your heart tell you?” Elrond asked as he rose to his feet the fetch the teapot.
“He and I have been lovers since before our time in Lórinand.” Galion smiled softly, although it did not dim the sadness in his eyes as he held out his cup to him. “But we are not bonded.”
“Still, you know Thranduil better than anyone.” He said, filling both of their cups. “What does your heart tell you?” He asked as he turned away from him to sit back down in the chair opposite him.
“My heart.” Galion said, his tone was almost a chuckle if it had not been so empty as he turned his gaze back to the flames.
Elrond watched him silently as he sipped his tea. He too had been reminiscing of Lórinand and his first meeting with Thranduil. He was only a young prince at the time, experiencing the world beyond the Woodland Realm and his overbearing father for the first time. It was there, during his two years of exile that Thranduil had found himself, much to the chagrin of his father.
“My heart is blinded as it is still filled with hope and the desire to believe he will return to us, to me.” Galion said thoughtfully.
“I think we all share your feelings.” Elrond sighed heavily, still refusing to believe that his friend was no longer with them.
“I have never been able to form a bond with Legolas.” Galion commented, his brow furrowing deeply as he turned back toward Elrond. “It seems the harder I try to get close to him, the more he pushes me away.”
“Have you considered the fact that he might be jealous of you?” Elrond asked, choosing this moment to find out the truth.
“Jealous maybe, blame yes.” Galion laughed as he rolled his eyes. “Although I have nothing to do with Thranduils’ decision to rebuff the child’s advances.”
“So there is no intimate relationship between them?” Elrond asked, arching a brow as a smile curled his lips.
“Oh heavens no.” Galion stated, pausing to take a sip of his tea. “Not for the lack of trying. The child has done everything he can think of to attract his attention in that way. And yes, for a time Thranduil struggled with it but could not bring himself to agree. Why do you ask?”
“When I first arrived I found him in his fathers’ bed chamber in a rather compromising position.” Elrond stated, meeting Galions’ gaze evenly. “In his drunken delirium he thought I was his father. I must admit.” He paused for a moment to clear his throat as he felt a slight blush creep up from beneath the collar of his robes. “It has been a long time since I was kissed with such passion.”
“Oh dear.” Galion sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping visibly. “This is not good.” He added as a deep frown formed once more across his brow. “The child is struggling as was Thranduil all those years ago. He has not yet found his place and desires so much to be like his father.”
“And you see this as a bad thing?” Elrond asked curiously. “I personally rather prefer that he be more like his father than his grandfather as I see both in him.”
“Eru (God) forbid that he take after that monster!” Galion exclaimed angrily, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.
“However.” He continued as he got hold of himself. “I believe Thranduil may have agreed if he thought it was mere curiosity and a onetime encounter would suffice to satisfy him.” Galion said, his gaze turning inward as if he were remembering something from the past. “His greatest concern is that it would create an unnatural bond between them.”
“He is right.” Elrond sighed, staring down into his teacup.
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End Notes:
Thanks so much for reading!! This story has been both fun to write but there is so much more to tell! This part of the story is winding down and should be concluded within the next two chapters.
As always, comments are welcome!
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