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The Returned	By : Liliana Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Please note that the disclaimer and warnings for this story are given at the begining of the first chapter.
Author Notes:
Nikkiling: Thank you for the review!. Now as far as your dark, angsty mood... I'm sending Lindir over to your place with a LARGE box of fine chocolates and strict instructions to sing you a happy song! :)
Mirasaui: You read all 11 chapters in one sitting?. Wow, thank you! :) I hope you continue to enjoy it.
DarkDreamer: Well, you got me too. *LOL* I can't wait for your next update!.
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CHAPTER 12:
The prevailing mood of those gathered at the rendezvous point was joyful, if disciplined. There was relief, at knowing that all the scouting parties had returned safely. But there were also many raised eyebrows and whispered comments, as the elves curiously watched the large being fastidiously washing himself in the wide creek at the perimeter of the encampment.
Wonderer vigorously scrubbed his body with Glorfindel's nearly depleted soapcake, while his stalwart companions sat along the creek's bank, quietly conversing. Finally, Glorfindel rose and fixed a gentle, if commanding stare upon his charge.
" Enough. Come out now." He said, with an accompanying motion of his hand.
Wonderer obediently took one final dip into the water, rinsing away the last vestiges of his earlier battle with the orcs, before going ashore and putting his still-damp loincloth back on. The four then made their way towards the center of the camp, Wonderer sticking very close to the Balrog Slayer, for he was discomfited by the presence of all these new elves. Glorfindel noticed and placed a reassuring hand onto one bulging forearm, smiling as he guided the other to take a seat beside him. Then he looked at all the eager faces that were, nevertheless, patiently awaiting an explanation.
And began to speak...
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One more day and night did the elves remain at the encampment, sharing the information gleaned from their respective scouting trips. And during that time Wonderer surprised them all, yet again.
Somehow, he had managed to slip away unnoticed, returning just as Glorfindel's worry was about to crest into fear. Wonderer ambled back through the camp with the body of a large stag casually draped across his muscular shoulders as the elves stared at him, agape. Like he had done before with the hares, he let the stag drop at the Balrog Slayer's feet, cocking his head with a questioning grunt while pointing to the knife sheathed at the warrior's belt. Glorfindel, Taurnil and Nimarfan looked at one another. Then, to the further bemusement of the other elves, they burst into laughter.
" It appears that Wonderer has become quite fond of cooked meat. And quite intent on making sure there is enough to of it to go around." Taurnil said, still grinning widely.
" Or perhaps he simply does not care for the taste of lembas." Nimarfan ventured, causing the other two to start laughing all over again.
Finally, their mirth subsided enough for Glorfindel to relate the tale of Wonderer's previous hunting foray, tough he tactfully left out the disturbing incident that had occurred by the campfire. The story drew many appreciative chuckles from the gathered elves, even as a few also shook their heads, still feeling somewhat uneased by Wonderer's display of brutish strengh.
As the elves began to disperse in order to finish their respective tasks, which now included the field-dressing and preparation of one large stag, one thing semed certain in all of their minds. With Wonderer along, their return would be anything but ordinary...
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Imladris.
The name was a whispered welcome, spoken by the rustling leaves of the trees as the scouts began to descend into the hidden valley that was their home.
Home...
For Wonderer, this word that he did not yet understand was, nevertheless, powerfully invoked by the myriad of scents that assailed his nostrils. That he managed to keep apace with the elves around him became nothing less than miraculous, for his mind was suddently caught up by a whirlwind of random images. He might have gone mad from it, had they not rounded the final bend in the narrow road leading to the Last Homely House. For it was then that his eyes first beheld the massive stonework bridge, and behind it...
A waterfall. The very waterfall from his dreams, cascading in a majestic pour of crystal-clear drops, like a shimmering curtain under the caressing rays of Anor. And it was at that moment, when the chaos inside his mind cleared into a blissful state of utter awe, that Wonderer finally understood.
He was...home.
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The Lord of Imladris and his chief advisor stood before the steps leading up to the main entrance of the Last Homely House. Several groups of elves had already gathered about the courtyard, for news of a strange being travelling amongst the returning scouts had reached them, via messenger bird. Yet in spite of being forewarned, many still gasped as the elven party rode in, giving them their first glimpse of Wonderer. Even Elrond and Erestor could not quite manage to fully conceal their startlement.
Not that Wonderer noticed. For his attention had immediately become riveted to one particular spot within the courtyard. It was where a long, waist-high masonry planter gently curved out from a retaining wall, hedging a profuse mass of colorful flowers. Entranced, he walked over to it, ignoring the murmurs of the elves. Ignoring even, the soft calls from the golden one. Once there, he dropped heavily down to his knees, as his mind was again caught in the grip of a powerful vision...
// He was fidgeting. His ears only half-listening to the words being spoken to the crowd gathered before the newly constructed planter. His little elfling hand was being held securely by a much larger one and he felt a steadying squeeze, as a warm voice whispered to him from above.
" Patience, pen-neth." It said, in a clearly amused tone.
Still, the words seemed to go on and on, before the informal ceremony finally came to a end. Near to bursting with impatience, he tugged at the hand.
" Come!. Come!. I want to see it. I want to see!..."
He heard the sound of musical laughter, as the much-older elf allowed him to pull them both towards the masonry construct. Once there, his eyes began to search eagerly along the surface of the planter until at last, he found what he was seeking. He felt his face split into a wide smile, as his little fingers eagerly reached out to touch one particular stone... //
The large fingers of a dark-skinned hand reached out to touch one particular stone. As his fingertips settled upon it, Wonderer's frame was suddently wracked by a great, shuddering sigh. He did not hear the exclamations of the gathered elves, nor did he hear the rustling sounds made by the heavy robes of the figure that was rapidly approaching. Only when that figure came to a stop beside him, did he look up.
Two sets of eyes locked. An invisible current passed between them, reawakening a bond long thought lost. The heavy robes seemed to crumble to the ground, as the figure also sunk to his knees. Pale fingers settled on the stone adjacent to the one beneath Wonderer's hand, so that both names that had been inscribed upon them so long ago, now lay covered. And this time, it was the elf who succumbed to a powerful vision...
// He stayed by the elfling's side as the young one avidly read through the names carved individually upon each stone, looking for the one that bore his own. At last, he found it. And beside it, he also found the one that had the name he loved above all others.
" Here!." The elfling cried. " Here we are!. Right next to each other!." The little face lit up with an incandescent smile. " See?. Now we can always be toguether!."
His arm had gone around the elfling's shoulders, tightly hugging the small form as he answered. " Yes, pen-neth. Always..." //
Abruptly, the vision ended.
Erestor, chief advisor of Imladris, stared into the feral yellow eyes of the being that had once been his beloved little brother. And the whispered word that fell from his lips, seemed to cut across the stunned silence within the courtyard of the Last Homely House.
" Erandir..."
TBC...
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