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Frozen Heart	By : Argleena Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own (or profit from) the characters in this work, but do enjoy playing with them for your reading pleasure! All LOTR references are property of J.R.R. Tolkien.

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In the weeks and months that passed following the final Mereth i Meleth celebration in Imladris, Elrohir and Legolas basked in the bonding of their love with each passing day. Since the evening of the festival whence the lovers had sang their love and thanks to the Valar for their restored relationship, the two continued to nurture their bond and love, giving thanks daily for something they knew now not to take for granted. The pair shared the energy of their love with all around them. Their family and friends celebrated the binding of the the couple with a simple evening gathered together in the hall with wine and snacks and good company. Elrohir's father had wanted to throw a big ceremony and grand feast, but the two had no need for such things. They had already completed the important part together and now belonged eternally to each other. Neither found a long drawn out ceremony full of words and stiff traditions was necessary when they could not grow any closer than they were now, bond securely in place. Instead, they called a toast in which they briefly reaffirmed and spoke words of their love if front of all, which had the room full of cheering warriors and tear-soaked maidens, all with a smile on their face and happiness in their heart for this beloved couple.
The pair’s time spent in Middle Earth with family and friends passed quickly by; days morphing into weeks, which briskly marched into months that swiftly swept away, until eventually, the end of the year was upon them. During this expeditiously passed time, the couple’s friends and loved ones had celebrated and rejoice at the hearty recovery from the physical and emotional ravages that their grief and imminent fading had taken upon their bodies and spirit and the healing bonding provided. It was time. Lord Elrond’s announced his intention to sail. A majority of the elves who were still residing in Imladris and in its outlying areas made the decision to heed their own calls to journey to the Undying Lands with their Lord. They too could no longer ignore the call of the gulls and pull of the sea.

It was at this time most of the remaining elves made their exodus from Imladris to the Grey Havens, where they boarded one of the last few ships that were set forth to the Undying Lands. It was also at this time Elrohir finalized his decision and announced his Choice, (which was more to stand on ceremony than anything else, for all knew what he would choose). It was really no choice at all now that he had Legolas to at his side and was bound in love to him for eternity. He would remain elf-kind, there would be no other choice for him. This provided his ada with great relief upon hearing the news and confirming his hope that his younger son would be reunited with him, Elladan and his dearly missed wife, Celebrían, in the land of the Valar. Elrond had once feared that his youngest son would choose to reside with the fate of men such as his own twin brother, Elros, and daughter, Arwen, did. While for everyone else Elrohir's choice had been obvious, Elrond had had too many that he loved taken from him by this Choice. He needed to hear the words, which Elrohir gave to him before he sailed. It was a balm to his weary hröa a fëa and he was very much looking forward to being able to bring Celebrían home both her sons, even if a big piece of their family would still be missing in Arwen. He was eager for the days of peace and healing on the other shores.
After his father and the majority of the elves from Imladris sailed West, Elrohir spent just over the next century traveling with Legolas and Gimli, exploring the lands of Middle Earth. Often they traveled to familiar lands, such as the ever healing woods of Eryn Lasgalen, which were the newly apportioned lands of the realm of Legolas’ father. Now that the evil in Middle Earth was fading, the forests were clearing from the fog of darkness and layer of filth that had coated them. Leaves here were turning green once again and the air became fresh with the scent of flowers and filled with the song of bird and beasts, creating their owner sensory based symphonies. The flora of all ages, shapes, sizes and variety stretched up in their daily sun worship, savoring the refreshing breezes and calling out in their own songs in their languages spoke through the senses: colors, textures, scents, nectar and wind whispered sounds. Elrohir no longer feared the threat of spiders from his hervan-adar, that small spectre of danger he had always kept in the back of his mind when visiting Legolas in his home. Anyways, Thranduil now had bigger fish to fry, specifically related to their most recent visits to his home. Even MORE specifically with WHO his son chose to drag home with him this time. “A Dwarf!” Thranduil could be heard muttering all throughout the caves and the woods that he wandered, trying to wrap his head around his youngest. What was he thinking bringing a dwarf home to meet him and his brothers. And no less than as an esteemed royal guest! Hmphf! Thranduil breathed a rumbled out sign. First the son of a Noldor Elf-Lord. But now a dwarf!? He would almost swear his young son was trying to send him to an early grave and take his kingdom for himself if he did not already know Legolas was busy enough with caring for the elves and men residing in Ithilien.

Bonus Scene

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Sojourn to Imladris
After pushing Legolas’ father to the limits of his hospitality, the trio had continued their back and forth between Ithilien and other travel destinations, reaching out into lands unknown to one or more in the group. They visited the wild elves of the Avari tribes, as well as dwarven strongholds that Gimli had secret knowledge of. Elrohir guided his companions to Imladris, an area they both visitors mistakenly thought they were familiar with. Elrohir decided to guide them through some of the secrets and surprises of the Hidden Valley.
Included in this tour was a special stop off just for the mated pair. After leaving Gimli to his own devices, Elrohir eagerly led Legolas to his favorite hidden cave behind one of the smaller waterfalls, deep within the valley following the river south. It was there where the two savored honey sweet kisses in the damp air, their mouths and tongues switching between leisurely luxuriating to torridly twisting around one another. Tender touches turned desperate as hands caressed above thread bare travel clothes that only hindered and got in the way of their ultimate travel goal of the moment. Wanting to prolong this delightful early morning encounter, the pair slowed their kisses and then calmed their breathing before bringing fingers to clasps, ties and buttons to slowly and sensually undress each other piece by piece. They thoroughly examined every bared area with fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. Moans, cries and names called out in passion could be heard faintly beyond the outside of rushing waters acting as a curtain around them. Cloth covered bulges were stoked, erections growing painfully rigid within their confines. Removing said barriers and releasing their members from all restrictions, the two stroked and sucked, licked and nibbled, thrust and rubbed against each other until they were coming undone.
Having only their own saliva and salty precome, they made do the best that they could and took their time in preparing each other as thoroughly as their quivering bodies and hands could manage. Thrusting and crooked fingers, which were eventually replaced by dripping cocks, ran time and time against that sensitive bundle of nerves that never failed to drive the other crazy when stroked and paid attention to. With a free hand stroking over the stiff rod trapped between the two and cock stuffed as far as it could go in their lover's oh so tight and clenching ass, drawing him into that incredible pulsing channel over and over again, sensation took over and neither could tell where one ended and the other began. They felt each other and their love and physical connection through their bond. Thrusting and writhing and moving on and on and on, they bore down on and in, over and under each other through the wave after wave of climax that had overcome them. They collapsed in a tangled pile, spent and stuck to one another, covered in their own as well as one other's sweat, saliva, and salty juices, but not caring and never happier. When they had rested wrapped up in one another for several minutes, they pushed apart and up with great effort in order to rinse in the water pouring down before them.
All throughout that day and night they took turns making love with each other in almost every way imaginable. If only they had more time and infinite recovery. They had at each other's backsides as well as mouths. Fisted hands brought long, drawn out sessions filled with the teasing torture of bringing the other so close to that glorious precipice and then drawing back until they could take no more. They took each other on hands and knees, laying on stomachs, standing against the wall, bent over boulders and sitting astride each other, either held close with both upright and arms around one another or with one resting on their back as the other rode them: forwards, backwards and side-to-side. Spooning side by side was a favorite position as well as the tried and true knees to chest and legs wrapped around waist. They were insatiable with each other, hips, hands, lips, tongue, teeth, limbs all moved against the other making for sensory overload time and time again. When one would think they had enough, the other would pull their partner back in with inflaming kisses and touches that could be meant for nothing but igniting desire and passion. The two cried out with reckless abandon throughout the night, being the only one for miles and free to express their desire and passion however they wanted. This was one of the most erotic nights they had ever experienced.
Legolas discovered the newest trick to supremely entice his arousal and turn him on to rock hard in an instant, (not that everything they did didn't fail to turn him on)! Elrohir had been teasing him for being “naughty” when he could not follow directions to keep his hands above his head and to himself as Elrohir explored his jaw and neck, then torso, with his mouth and tongue, focusing on his over sensitive nipples, with his spit slickened and swollen lips which had turned the color of ripened cherries from the previous ‘abuse’ they had suffered at the mercy of Legolas’ well portioned cock, just minutes ago. Suddenly he flipped his lover over and with an impish light in his eyes, gave a mild *smack* to Legolas’ backside. This to his surprise elicited a pleasure filed gasp and then long moan from Legolas. “Mmmmnnnn yyyeeeesss,” he rumbled from deep, within his throat. Finding this infinitely intriguing, Elrohir pulled Legolas across his lap and felt Legolas’ erection pressed tight against his thigh. He planted another mild *smack* on his lover's backside and then another, varying in his placement of each sting. Smack after smack, Elrohir colored Legolas’ backside a blushing pink color while Legolas was left moaning and thrusting, trying to find some kind of relieving friction on his lover's leg. “Nnngghhnngg! Yeesss! OooOoohhh!” Legolas moaned and groaned out again and again. He was bucking so hard now Elrohir had to hold him down from arching off his lap, with an arm laid securely across the small of his back.
Legolas’ cries and movements spoke for himself, the elf in his lap wanted more. Elrohir was becoming surprisingly more aroused than he thought he would be at this play, his cock standing at full attention, pokining into Legolas’ muscled abs. Elrohir gradually increase the intensity of the slaps to his lover's backside, stopping from time to time to soothe the cheeks that were now radiating heat and admiring at how they had turned a bright glowing red color. Legolas was adrift and lost in sensation in the painfully pleasurable play. His cock was straining for release from the friction against his lover's leg which it could not quite provide enough of. His body was on fire. Elrohir was incredibly aroused by seeing his lover so worked up and desperate for what only he could give to him. Returning his focus to his lover's tender derrière, he began placing light rhythmic taps that built in intensity and varied location. Legolas was squirming desperately now, pulling Elrohir along with him in his pleasure through their bond and with his desperate sounds and movements.
Giving a particularly harsh, stinging slap to the rounded bottom where ass meets thigh, Legolas’ entire body froze up, tension strung along every muscle. Legolas tipped his head back, his eyes were squinted closed in what Elrohir could not tell was a pained or pleasurable expression. He thought he had gone to far, crossed the line from pain induced pleasure into just plain pain, or worse yet fearing he had harmed his love. Then all at once his doubts came crashing down. Legolas tilted his head back and howled in delight like some wild creature, letting loose an expletive he had never heard come from his loves lips before. Legolas body tensed painfully for a few seconds until suddenly all was let loose. His orgasm tore through him and in between moans he cried out an expletive he had learned in the Westron Tongue. From deep within his throat he groaned out, “OooOh Fffuuuck! Elllrrrooohir!” Hot come poured out over Elrohir's thigh, pulse after pulse covering him in his lover's silky essence. This pushed Elrohir to the edge as he grabbed ahold of himself in fisted hand, giving a few quick tugs and pulling himself to his peak. They both collapsed back against the wall of the cave, delirious with spent passion and exhaustion. Legolas let out a brief burst of laughter, almost hysterical in nature. He could not believe that had just happened. Pulling a grin from Elrohir, the two crawled into each other's arms and dozed together into a healing sleep, needing one after the long day and night they had. They had nothing left in them. Had a horde of orcs come crashing through, they would have been useless.
Gimli wisely did not say anything the next morning when the elves returned and decided to postpone their departure for Ithilien for a week or so. He allowed Elrohir to feign nostalgia for his old home in order to keep them there at the all but abandoned Last Homely House. He then also chose to ignore the fact that Legolas chose not to, or moreover was unable to sit anywhere he was at, having to either stand or lay on stomach for the next few days.
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Eventually the week passed and the trio headed back toward Ithilien. They would spend some time with their people there and then plan their next series of trips and adventures. Perhaps a trip to the Golden Wood to visit Celeborn, Elrohir's grandfather. He had seemed to be downhearted lately. He was remaining temporarily behind to care for the last of his people while his Lady wife, Galadriel, had already travelled across the sea, unable to resist the call any longer. At one time, Legolas and Elrohir had planned to only travel together, just the two of them through the lands of Middle Earth when they were at peace and able, however, they now gladly included their dwarven friend and companion in all their adventures. Well, maybe all but ones like those behind waterfalls in caves! Elrohir felt no envy or bitterness at this added third party, although the fact that he was a dwarf did help. Gimli was a very precious friend to Legolas the same as Legolas was to him (despite the fact that both would vehemently deny that statement), and Elrohir now considered Gimli a mellon as well. The elves wouldn't have it anyother way. Elrohir was glad Legolas had Gimli with him during first the Ring War and then their separation to provide comfort, companionship and protection. He would always be indebted to the kind dwarf.
Although always made to feel welcome with them, Gimli was more perceptive than he put on. Knowing the mates need to have time for themselves, on occasion, after traveling together for lengthier periods of time, Gimli would demand that the two elves venture out on a small trip or two without him, insisting that he needed the space by himself to think on his own thoughts from time to time without the, as he stated, “Riddles and convolutions of elf-talk ringing through his ears, and twisting up his stalwart Dwarven mind.” He then declared the lands safe enough again that his elf companions did not need his immediate protection. As long as they used parts of the whirligigs whirling around in those heads of theirs he told them, they should be ok. He threw a wink to Elrohir when Legolas wasn't looking, making the half-elf chuckle.
Elrohir conveyed his gratitude and acknowledgement of Gimli’s gift of the giving of privacy and time for the two to be alone together with heartfelt smiles and a bottle of smuggled Gondorion whisky left under his pillow from time to time at night. These opportunities to be alone together when traveling were much appreciated. It was hard to be very intimate with one another in their travels with a dwarf snoring away in his sleep, the sound like a growling and enraged warg but 20 feet away.
The trio took up residence in Ithilien for many years, making this their home base in between adventures and trips. They would travel to and from this beautiful city for the rest of their days on Middle Earth, making it the most of a new home that they would have in their years remaining here. Traveling to and from the kingdom during the next century, Legolas brought back with him many of his people from the southern part of the Woodlands and the area grew to be very beautiful indeed at the hands of the elves. Elrohir and his companions also took the opportunity to visit Aragorn and Arwen in Gondor as often as they could, needing to get as much time in with the mortals while they were still among the living. They counted their time with the King and Queen of Gondor and their many children and then grandchildren, then great-grandchildren (and ever on) very precious.
At first Elrohir visited to provide counsel to Arwen as his gwathel and as Rîs i Gondor and to Aragorn as well (though he was doing a fine job already). Later he also traveled there in order to stir up his rabble of nephew and nieces, which was always so appreciated by his ever ruffled sister (what were siblings for?) who was caught up in the joys and struggles of new motherhood… (hey, now it was her choice to have all those children!). He helped her instill many of the elven values the siblings held dear within her children. Elrohir and Legolas made sure to pass down numerous tales of the elves to them, hoping that all about their kind would not be forgotten once the last elf had left this shore or faded into the days of men. Elrohir, along with Legolas and Gimli, also enjoyed teaching them some of the many skills honed by the elves and dwarves, such as weaponry, riding, healing, stone work, storytelling, hunting and diplomacy, to name a few. Much diplomacy was needed when he may have passed down a memory or two of the time spent with his siblings and the pranks they used to get up to, especially he and his twin. His youngest niece was fascinated by those stories and even he, the instigator of these story fueled pranks, was not always safe from her latest inventions. He also came to find that she well knew her way around all manner of frogs and worms and slimy things. Legolas did not take kindly to his precious hair and favorite boots being tampered with! That was certainly a head to toe surprise that morning.
Every now and again, when the children were young and naïve, Elrohir had to brush aside an inquisition as to why he and his gwanunig rarely, if ever, visited at the same time and when they miraculously did, were never seen in the same room together if possible. He would often make light of the situation with the children, saying that it was to spread more “uncle time” around, but in reality the gwanûr still hadn't found any type of reconciliation. That was nearly impossible as they were rarely ever close enough to hold any sort of conversation. While Elrohir was no longer consumed with flaming anger thinking upon his brother, the betrayal was still a very sore subject that had been tucked away rather than confronted. There it was left to smolder rather than burn expeditiously away, that it might get rid of lingering resentment. They had not moved further forward to any type of resolution except to put on an overly civil and chilly façade when near each other, pretending that ignorance is bliss.
His final visits to the White City, almost one yén since his attendance of his gwador’s coronation, were to prepare for the impending passing of his gwador a gwathel and mourn with and provide comfort to Arwen and her family during first the death of Aragorn and then during Arwen’s own grief plagued passing. Elrohir was the last of the line of elves of Eärendil left on these shores, Arwen’s line now continuing in men. While Elladan had initially remained in Middle Earth for several years after most his people left in order to see Aragorn and Arwen established as King and Queen as well as to meet his nephew and nieces, he had eventually ended up sailing to Aman with his grandfather, Celeborn, and a group of Lothlórien elves, long before Aragorn and Arwen succumbed to the ravages of aging and inevitability of mortal death. He had been unable to bear the tension and silence that lay between his brother and him. Elrohir had cut off nearly all communication with his gwanûr since Elladan’s ghastly confession, not able to forgive his brother’s betrayal while on these shores, and it was slowly eating away at Elladan every day he remained. He would have found himself buried beside his gwathel a gwador had he remained and not reached the healing he found over the sea.
Legolas’ family and people had also all but left the lands of Middle Earth. His father and all his brothers, save one, Tolognir, had sailed some years ago with a majority of the Woodland folk that had remained behind until this time. Even his remaining brother was now parting ways with the land he had been born into and grown up in, shepherding the last of the Woodland elves willing to leave to the shores, beyond. Few elves beside Elrohir and Legolas remained in Middle Earth, and even those who did were beginning to fade from memory and existence.
With the passing of Gimli’s father Gloin and soon after his mother, with Elrohir's remaining sibling in Middle Earth long lost to her grief and old age, the other having already sailed, and with Legolas’ last remaining brother and people now making their final journey westward to the sea, the trio realized the time was upon them. The pair of elves, bringing along with them their dwarven companion, could no longer resist the consuming call of the gulls and never ceasing pull of the sea. Their spirits were speaking to them, telling them to go make their final Home in the West, where they could live out the rest of their eternal days in peace. There they would find solace in one another's company as well as in that of their dearest family and friends when they were reunited in the Eternal Lands. Their fëa could be at peace. So it was, Elrohir, Legolas and Gimli made one last journey together across Middle Earth, to pay homage and say goodbye to each one’s homelands, and any places that held significant value or memories to them. All the elvish realms that had once been held in high esteem, so full of life and love and beauty, were now faded and for the most part disappeared and already largely forgotten. In the many years to come and with the passing of ages, it would be only the most ancient of trees that would maintain any memory of the elf folk that held such a bond with nature around them. The men of earth now could only see their worth under the biting teeth of axe and saw.
After their final trip, the trio worked together tirelessly for nearly a year (with the assistance of a couple of old Teleri elves in the area who had once been sea-elves, to guide them and a few strong men they had met who were looking for labor work) at the banks of the river at Ithilien to build a large vessel that would carry both themselves and their numerous belongings with them. They had opted to bring what they could of the last of the treasures of the elves, things of their friends and families that had been left behind or forgotten, as well as many of their own belongings that had sentimental value and held memories. They fit with them what they could on this, their final trip-- at least on the lands of Ennor. These things would serve as a reminder of Middle Earth in the years to come on the Western shores. In their heart, Middle Earth would always be their true, original, homeland. They managed to find and bring over many items for themselves and others that had been forgotten or necessitated being left behind due to lack of space.
For his parents, Elrohir brought a variety of small reminders of the Last Homely House and their life within: a favorite tea set, jewelry with stones matching the colors of Imladris and with memory filled jewels, letters from their courtship, etc. Most significant of what they brought for Elrond and Celebrían, however, were the letters, small gifts and detailed portraits of Arwen, Aragorn and the prolific family they had created (portraits included that of great-great grand babies)! In this way Arwen could share a little bit of the life she had made for herself while separated by the sea and bite of death from her elvish kin. Legolas did much the same for his family, collecting and bringing several small items that held dear memories.

For Erestor there were books and manuscripts that he painstakingly had to part with when leaving, not having enough room to pack the entirety of Imladris’ library. He was probably already madly recreating missing manuscripts from memory rather than relaxing over the sea. Glorfindel would be receiving a trunk that was filled with mementos from his first life in Gondolin as well as many well preserved, elven crafted weapons such as swords, knives and daggers which had been left behind in the armory and which Glorfindel happened to be a collector of. Weapons of Middle Earth would be a commodity now as fewer and fewer elves made their way to Valinor. Melpomaen would be receiving a set of carving knives he had forgotten to take with him in the rush of assisting Erestor in the organization of everyone else's things, along with a large box of figures he had carved as was his hobby during his (little bit of) free time as Erestor's assistant. Elrohir also managed to pack him a few sets of robes that had lay in storage in the long unused tailoring rooms that he had often seen Melpomaen dreaming over. They were of the highest quality and finest detail, and well above Mel’s pay grade at the time. Might as well not let them go to waste. Lindir, their dear friend and minstrel, would be reunited with a harp, strings, flute, lyre and piles of sheet music and composition paper, all of the best make, that he had tearfully departed from as there was just not enough allocated space on his ship to take.
Legolas would be bringing his second in command, who was also his closest friend from the Woodland realm, a bow that had actually belonged to Legolas that he coveted when they were young adults and warriors together, as well as a number of other small trinkets that would remind him of their childhood days spent in friendship, like a slingshot, slightly bent on top, a friendship necklace made of twine and polished stone and a book of secrets written in their own special code. For his father he found some Dorwinion that had been hidden away, in the back of Galion’s closet no less. He also included hand drawn portraits accumulated through the years of he and his brothers, and one very old one of his mother in her youth he had never seen before. That he found secreted away in his father's long unused desk in his closed down study. His youngest brother had a passion for painting but never had the time or opportunity to develop his craft in the chaos of ever threatening battle and war. He found pigments and brushes and specially made canvas paper filling chests and drawers in his brother's chamber, which he carefully packed away to take. A great number of others had gifts or long forgotten items coming for them as well. Some were silly and some were sentimental, such as the set of journals he found of his mother’s. All were great treasures.
Gimli said he didn't need much, but did bring along a few of his favorite axes, some mementos of his forebearors great crafts (jewel encrusted treasures and trinkets carved of rock and precious metals) as well as a few books and journals he could be seen reading late into the night.
Finally, there came Elladan's belongings. Although after all these many years Elrohir still hadn't completely forgiven his brother for his destructive schemes, he decided to not let his bitterness shut him down completely and decided to pack a few boxes of items for him as well. He could always just not return the items to his brother once he reached Valinor if he changed his mind or had a change of heart. Favorite clothing and books of Elladan’s were carefully folded and wrapped in protective lining, organized into trunks for storage and safe keeping. Portraits of the two when they were younger were added as well as stories the two had written together as children. Favorite toys from their youth were placed in one box while knives and daggers either sheathed or blunted, which had been gifted to Elladan by their father, Glorfindel or fellow guards and warriors were set aside in another. This and that throughout the house which reminded Elrohir of his brother or held a fond memory was packed and set aside, until he had accumulated such a heaping pile, greater than even his own belongings, that he was forced to put some things back, lest their ship sink under the burden of it all. As he examined the overflowing pile, he contemplated that maybe, deep down inside, he was missing his brother more than he cared to admit. They had, after all, been the closest of friends and inseparable during most of their lives. Before Legolas, Elladan was the only other person he one hundred percent trusted his life to. And besides that one (major) mistake, Elladan had never failed him. Elrohir was confused and didn't know what to think or do. He became restless as the time neared for departure.
The trio loaded up the ship they had built, and on a balmy mid-summer’s night, with the stars bright overhead to guide them, the three set sail in their hand crafted ship, down the river and over the sea, off on their way to their new home. A few weeks later they reached the Western shore and were greeted heartedly by their friends and loved ones. More than one face was streaked with tears of joy at seeing their loved ones returned to them and in gratitude of the treasures and memories stored away with them on the sailing vessel.
In Aman, Elrohir and Legolas were able to continue to settle into their relationship with one another and strengthened in their bond together, day by day. They now remained at each other’s side in all manner of things. No longer did they have patrols or diplomatic missions to separate them. Distance was not an obstacle as they elected to live in a cozy but comfortably sized cottage, located on the outskirts of an area in a valley named New Imladris, which was only a one or two day journey through the great forest which Thranduil and many of the wood elves took residence in the center of. This home of their own that the pair lived in was built by their own hands (with some assistance). Who knew that Glorfindel was so talented with carpentry and could craft intricately detailed yet sturdy structure pieces in his woodwork. Ever studious Erestor displayed a talent for developing and implementing intimidatingly detailed blueprint schematics in all matters of construction, from setting the foundation to the intricacies of the pipework for the plumbing. He had, after all, been a chief consultant to Elrohir's adar in the development of the Last Homely House and many of the offshoot buildings and construction in the early days of the Hidden Valley. Legolas’ brother, Galasser, was particularly gifted with the ability to communicate with and care for plants and all manner of wildlife. He assisted the couple with cultivating gardens and landscape in their yard that were beautiful yet still very natural in surrounding their home. And that is exactly what it became for the two, home.
Just outside the back of their house, tucked into the border of the forest another, smaller, cottage had been built. At any time their faithful companion was a short walk away, that is when he wasn't out exploring about a newfound cave system he discovered, located a few miles down the road. He had faith each day he would come across some sort of treasure he could begin mining and crafting with one of these days. Despite being the only dwarf present, he was warmly welcomed by most if the elves in Aman, even Legolas' father who was slowly warming to him, in small doses. None dared treat the dwarf with anything less than respect after the first to do so faced the furious glare and wrath of his two closest mellon. Gimli was beside himself when soon after his arrival he met the Vala Aulë, who was the creator of the dwarves and possessed the greatest of smithing skills that the dwarves so admired. He was constantly creating and showing Gimli his crafts. The Vala often came around to fellowship with the lone dwarf and the two forged a solid friendship and could often be found in the Smithies together or exploring the mines, always creating new things. Such a unique friendship was never seen before in Valinor.
Legolas and Elrohir were finally living out the life they truly desired with each other. They often travelled together to visit their family and friends or to discover and explore areas yet unknown to them. They kept themselves busy, but always at each other's sides. All could see the great radiance of love that shone through their bond. Despite all this joy they had filling their lives, Legolas would often catch a glimpse of melancholy in his lovers eye when he thought no one was watching. He could feel the chord of discord growing within Elrohir each day that passed, through their bond. Finally, one day, Legolas could take no more off seeing his lover try to hide his suffering and sadness. He knew Elrohir missed his tôr, his gwanunig. For all that he had done in the past, they still shared a great connection as gwanûr. Legolas had long moved on from the past and found it in his heart to forgive Elladan, especially since all had worked out for Elrohir and him in the end. He now sat Elrohir down and encouraged Him to do the same. This distance between the two and the bitterness and anger that Elrohir still carried only served to hurt himself.
Elrohir had not spoken to his brother since arriving in Valinor and had only seen him at a distance. They could not avoid each other forever. Sooner rather than later he would have to confront him. Elrohir finally decided it was time for himself to heal. It was up to him to begin mending the wounds that had been inflicted, but he could not do it alone. Only the one that caused such hurt had the supplies necessary for the remedy. So, early one spring morning, as the layers of ice and snow were melting from the ground outside from the rhîw recently passed, Elrohir had sent a note by messenger that asked Elladan to meet him out by dock on the lake that lay a short distance from his cottage house.
Elladan was living nearby in the great house their parents had built to welcome all, especially former residents from Imladris to stay at while they found their footing in this new land or chose to become a part of the New Imladris community. After struggling with his guilt for many years, Elladan was beginning to move on in his life, attempting to make amends for his mistakes and selfish ways by working with those struggling to adapt to these new lands or their rebirth. He had been dedicating much of his free time and energy to others instead of focusing only on himself. He was also courting a sweet elleth who was one of those reborn recently on these shores, having suffered a tragic and brutal death at the hands orcs shortly after reaching her majority many long years ago, in an age Elladan had never seen. He understood now why he had never met his soulmate in the land of Middle Earth, something that had sparked his envy of his brother. He had to wait to meet her in Valinor, as her journey in Middle Earth had ended well before he had been conceived.
Finally knowing the true love of a mate for the first time in his life, Elladan was only now truly able to begin to understand the scope of what his brother and his hervan had gone through when he had torn Legolas and Elrohir apart. He wanted to get down on his knees and beg forgiveness for his terrible deeds, a forgiveness that he did not deserve but desired regardless. How could he have done something so horrible, and to his own brother? He could not bear to imagine losing his sweet Amdirvelui. As he saw his brother walking toward him, across the melting terrain, he could only hope for the forgiveness and reconciliation he did not deserve and did not know how to begin cultivating. He knew all could not be healed in one day, but he was desperately hoping for a start.
Elrohir had had his doubts when he started out to meet his brother. Legolas encouraged him to let go of his bad feelings toward his brother, but could he do that? Could he truly forgive? It wasn't even the fact that he separated Legolas from him that was what upset him the most anymore. He and Legolas had found their way back together and had long found their happiness. They both had forgiven him that matter. It was the fact that his brother found it capable to betray him like that, for his own selfish needs in the first place that stung so badly. Besides Legolas, Elladan had been the only other one that Elrohir would have put his his whole trust and whole life in the hands of, so when Elladan betrayed that trust, regardless of the circumstances of that betrayal, it was wound that cut deeply and never did stop bleeding. Was there mending that could be done to fix it?
Elrohir approached his brother, froze for a moment, and then inexplicably felt a warm sense of peace begin to wash over himself. He realized while it might take time for the wound to fully heal and he would always be left with a scar in the form of a memory, things could get better. The gwanûr would never be exactly the same as they were before, but he missed his brother and wanted him back in his life. Elladan was the one missing piece to make his life complete. Grasping his brother arm in arm in greeting, the two walked out onto the sandy shore of the lake sitting side by side at the water's edge. On the bank that day, the brothers truly spoke with each other for the first time in decades, pouring out their heartfelt thoughts and feelings. Before they knew it, it was coming upon dusk. Neither darkness nor hunger moved them from their spot. They talked through the night and well into the next day, revelling in company of the brother they had missed for so long.
As the brothers made ready to depart from their meeting place and to go their separate ways, Elrohir back to his cottage where his lover awaited him and Elladan to his volunteer work, meeting with some of the reborn elflings who were gaining some difficult memories of their past back, the gwanûr make arrangements to meet up again in two days. While not everything was perfect, they were on the road to reconciliation. Elrohir was making his way well down the path of forgiving his brother, allowing the last shards of ice to melt and fall free from his once frozen heart.

Elrohir slipped silently inside the door of cozy cottage he shared with his one true love. Waiting patiently on the couch for his love to return, Legolas stood when he saw his love glide in through the front door, smile splitting his face, contentment fairly glowing around his visage. Elrohir approached Legolas to take him in his arms. This is all he truly wanted at this moment. Wrapping his arms around his beloved, smile still plastered on his fair face, warmth suffused his heart and entire body at the contact with the one he loved. He had found his eternal warmth and rapture in the arms of his sweet prince, the one who could melt his frozen heart.
~Fin
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Translations (Sindarin)
a- and (gwador a gwathel - sworn brother and sister)
ada(r)- dad (father)
Ennor- Sindarin for Middle Earth
Aran- King
gwador- sworn brother (adopted brother, close friend, m.- like family, brother in arms)
gwanunig- twin (singular / individual)
gwanûr- twins (plural / pair of)
gwathel- sister (by blood)
hervan-adar- father in law (literally translated- husband father)
iel/iel's- daughter/daughter’s
mellon- friend
Mereth i Meleth- Festival of Love (comparable to Valentine's Day)
yén- A Valian year, 144 years of men. A measure of passing time used by the elves.
tôr- brother
Names
Amdirvelui- name meaning lovely/sweet hope. OC written as Elladan’s beloved.
Galasser- name meaning lover/friend of plants. OC written as a son of Thranduil.
Tolognir- name meaning stalwart/trusty one. OC written as a son of Thranduil.
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