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The Dance On Water	By : redkiwi Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Legolas sat hidden in one of Imladris' obscure gardens. This garden had been carved deep within a ravine along the side of a mountain. The solitude of the garden and the wildness of the plants suggested it was an abandoned garden, forgotten and unwanted. The old stone statues in the garden were wound in vines which made it impossible at best to discern what carvings were suppose to be depicted on the ancient surface. Natural stones made up the benches which were scattered around a small pond which held dark water that pooled from an underground cavern.
Legolas could not make out if any fish lived in the pond since the surface was still like a black onyx slab. The small garden was circled and enclosed by twisted and bent trees, with grey bark, whose branches dripped in thick falling vines. The single stone path that led to the garden ended in carved steps down from the mountainside in which the garden was nestled at the bottom.
A lone bird called his song into the spring afternoon chill, answered momentarily by the wind in its reply. The wind rustled the vines and the tiny buds of the leaves, causing a symphony of sounds. Save for the bird, who was perched in one of the ancient trees, the garden was empty and Legolas found refuge in this unusual spot. The breeze stirred again, and the bird flew away.
Legolas lifted his face to meet the breeze, enjoying the sensation of his long hair blowing in the stream of the wind. He had left the twins for some solitude, and had returned to this garden that he had found by chance. After an enjoyable breakfast he had learned of his father's arrival early that morning. His expression had clouded and Elladan had squeezed his shoulder in encouragement.
Legolas had only lifted his gaze to the elder twin, forcing a smile at him. He wished that he had the courage and strength of the twins who had followed their hearts and found love.
He had watched them at breakfast and their glances and smiles signified that their acceptance of their love was complete and the two couldn't be happier. Legolas doubted that he could ever find his own strength to confront his father and tell him of his feelings. Why did he have to be so weak and twisted? He mused at his surroundings and related to the bent trees around him, laden under the weight of the vines like a heavy burden that crushed their hearts. Legolas didn't bother to check his tears that dropped into the mossy ground below him. He was all alone. The bird that had been singing had left, as if his burdens had driven the fowl away.
Now the morning had passed and the sun's positioned showed that afternoon had came. Legolas knew he would be missed at lunch, but he could not bring himself to move from this spot. He needed the solitude. As much as he enjoyed the friendship that Elrond and Elrohir had given him, seeing their happiness and love made his own feelings burn much worse. Away from them now, he felt some comfort, surrounding by the decaying garden, over run with vines and weeds.
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Thranduil took in the sight of his hurting son, who sat in a garden below him. He had sought Legolas out in this afternoon, but had tarried at the spot where he now stood, fixated on the sight of Legolas.
Thranduil had noticed the gradual changes in Legolas over the last couple of months. The change was worrisome, and Thranduil was perplexed. Legolas had always been a light-hearted youth, gifted with vivid green-silver eyes and shimmering mithril hair that reflected the star light for which his subjects held dear. His people loved their prince and he loved them back. His mirth and passion for life was a refreshment for many. He brought smiles to even the weariest of the elves, and to Thranduil, he had been his greatest happiness, the source of his joy. The bewilderment of the situation bothered him dearly. How was it that he, a mighty King, could not figure out what hurt Legolas so. Thranduil lingered at the top of the path, observing his hurting son below, trying
to figure it all out…
Elrond had come to check on his charge after the mid-day meal. He was pleased at the progress that Glorfindel was making, and he noted the twinkle had returned within Glorfindel's deep blue eyes. His long golden hair was retaining its shine, and the color was returning to his skin. Elrond accessed that soon Glorfindel would be leaving the healing rooms.
He was just about to leave and attend back to his duties when Glorfindel's voice pulled Elrond back.
"Elrond." Glorfindel wondered if he should be asking him about Erestor, but the he wanted to know how to solve the riddle that was Erestor. "Why is it that Erestor is so reluctant to love? Is it really that he fears me? Please, my friend, I need your help. I do not want to drive him away like I did before."
Elrond paused, brows drawn up together in contemplation, trying to chose his words wisely. But he knew knew that he had to be direct and state the truth. The past always came back to haunt.
"Ost-in-Edhil." Elrond said. "Erestor was happy there, full of love and life."
"Yes. I know that Erestor dwelt in Ost-in-Edhil, but beyond that, I know little of his past. Is that the clue which keeps him from acting on what he harbors in his heart? Does he not have attraction to me?"
"He does, you know he has very strong feelings for you, love even, I would say." Elrond turned away from Glorfindel, sighing heavily. Sometimes Glorfindel was frustrating, but given his condition it was expected. Elrond remained patient, and stated direct.
"Erestor was married once." Elrond turned back to Glorfindel. "He had a son. He was happy and the ones he loved the most, he could not save. They died in his arms. I found him there, holding them still, and he dying of his grief. They were already gone. I could not save them.”
The emotion of that day was imprinted on Elrond's face, and his voice shook with the weight of the sadness that still impacted his soul. Some wounds never died, and this event still haunted Elrond.
“I brought Erestor back along with the other survivors to found Imladris. It took all of my strength to save him, but I did. I might have saved his body and mind, but I failed. I could not save his heart."
Glorfindel sat stunned. He had never known this about Erestor. Not a word of this been shared by any of the inhabitants of Imladris. Not a single hint or clue or action which would have let him known that Erestor had lost so much in his past. He found a new admiration for Erestor, knowing now the strength that Erestor had within. Such a strong will to survive, and Glorfindel frowned.
"I, did not know. I took the wrong approach with him." Glorfindel sighed, shaking his head. "If only I had known what it is that has kept him so reluctant to love again."
"Blame not yourself, for he locks his past away. We all do. Have we not all lost so much in our years in these woeful lands?. Glorfindel, he must move on, and if I am not to bold in saying, I think you are the one who can do this for him."
Glorfindel didn't respond. He was deep in his thoughts as he pondered his knew found knowledge regarding Erestor. He wondered who the lady had been who had captured Erestor's heart and had taken it away with her when she passed. He wondered of the young child Erestor had lost, and
wondered if the child had Erestor's dark raven hair and deep grey eyes.
Elrond had to take his leave now, and no sooner had he left then the ringing of twin voices snapped Glorfindel back into the present. At seeing Elrohir and Elladan, the serious matter was pushed aside and for the second time that day, Glorfindel found himself laughing with light- hearted company.
After spending a good portion of the day with Elrond preparing for the meetings that would be held on the morrow, Erestor was free to spend his night in Glorfindel's healing room. He was relieved to find that Glorfindel was awake and even more shocking, alone. No Elrond, or twins, or that infuriating Greenwood King was within the room with Glorfindel.
"Are you up for more visitors tonight?" Erestor asked Glorfindel, announcing his presence.
Glorfindel's eyes snapped opened, a joyful smile covering his face. He was hopping Erestor would come back and spend time with him. "
Aye, if it is not my arch-nemesis, Erestor. Of course, you are always welcome beside me. How are you?"
"I have to say, Glorfindel, your injury made me reflect on us." Erestor kind of wondered if such serious conversation should wait until Glorfindel had fully healed. He stopped and gave Glorfindel an apologetic look, before he let his face fall back int seriousness.
"Good," stated Glorfindel. He had hoped that Erestor was willing to take this second chance. He was surprised though that it was Erestor who brought up the subject at all.
'This might be easier than he thought.' He hoped to himself. His near death experience had made the embers in his heart stir again for Erestor, and learning of the tragedy that held Erestor captive and locked within his heart, deeply moved Glorfindel to want to help Erestor heal.
Glorfindel hoped to bring him happiness and to be his comforter. He hoped that he could help him live again. This was a deeper feeling that he had never had for anyone else before. His heart now burned stronger for Erestor, than it had even burned for Thranduil.
The emotions that Erestor brought out in him were bewildering, but felt so right. Not a single lover he had been with had done this to him. Erestor was special. His heart and soul bleed when the other was not around. He was not going to waste this second chance.
"Erestor?" Glorfindel wanted to be direct. "Can you love again?"
Erestor closed his eyes on hearing that question. His long dark lashes fell across his cheeks before fluttering back open.
"Yes. I need to. I am tired of living in this trance."
He moved closer to Glorfindel, taking his hand. "I am so sorry. I drove you away, and nearly drove you to near death because of my reluctances. No longer will I give in to being stubborn. No longer will I fight my heart's desires."
He lay his head down on Glorfindel's bed, forcing his tears to not fall. He didn't want to cry, or to show weakness or emotions. He was strong, he knew, but Glorfindel could touch him deep within, where no one else could.
"No Erestor, no!" Glorfindel reached for him. "You did nothing of the sort. I was presumptuous
and brash. I should have been more patient. I should have been more tender. You are not one to conquer. You are one to cherish, and to hold onto with the tenderest of embraces. I would like to know this with you. To know your love and you to know mine."
"I would like that Glorfindel." Erestor smiled, not ashamed of the tears that rolled down his cheeks now. "And I want the same. I want to know your love, and to give you mine."
A soft finger wiped a tear away, shimmering on his check. Glorfindel then reached over, pulling Erestor closer. In a gentle move, a kiss was placed on his lips. It was a kiss that was so delicate and caring. Erestor accepted the kiss, letting the other pull him in. He let the gentle kiss melt away all the hurt and frustrations, pain and fears that had held him captive for far too long.
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