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From Broken Endings to New Beginnings	By : Argleena Category: -Multi-Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The following work is based on the fantasy world and characters created by J.R.R. Tolkien and I do not own them or profit from this piece of work. Original Characters are my own and marked as such (OMC, OFC).

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Lindir and Thranduil can feel the attraction still there, a love budding from the ashes. Complications throw things off track however.
Third Age, 109, Imladris
Despite the confusion, the emotion, the anger... when Thranduil left, Lindir felt as if a piece of himself left with him. Lindir never did stop loving Thranduil through all these years. Time may have dulled the flame, covering memories so that Lindir could make it through the day to day of his future away from his beloved, but that spark was still there, buried. Seeing Thranduil, hearing Thranduil, that was tinder for the fire. If Lindir was not careful he could be caught ablaze again in his feelings for the King. There was too much risk in fueling that fire. They both had whole new lives now and Lindir was not even sure if Thranduil wanted to revive what they once had, or was simply trying to make peace. Lindir was not sure he could give up his current life and the happiness he had grown into here, the friendships and sense of family he developed for the risk of another try at something now crumbled to ashes. He didn’t think he could survive his heart being extinguished again if things didn't work out.
Lindir wished to return to his rooms, but was not allowed to by Elrond or Thranduil. He was still weak and recovering from the exhaustion and shock of everything. Plus, they wanted to keep Lindir somewhere safe, and the healing halls always had a guard in place and healers nearby to watch over Lindir in case Nostar or Erdolliel got any malevolent ideas regarding Lindir. He would be more vulnerable alone in his rooms, not that he was alone that often. Erestor visited in what spare free time he could manage as well as several colleagues and close friends. Elrond discreetly limited visitors to those well known from Imladris to limit any sort of sneakiness or treachery aimed at Lindir. Lindir felt extremely put out and guilty that he was not able to perform his responsibilities, however, Glorfindel assured him that Erestor, along with Lothvaen, Saelbeth and Melpomaen were handling things quite smoothly. He even joked that Erestor spent so much of his time at work or with Lindir, that the persnickety advisor didn’t even notice when he went out drinking with the dwarves that were visitors there yesterday. Erestor hated it when Glorfindel went out drinking with the dwarves, he always came back reeking of ale and dwarf, singing some new bawdy tune he had picked up and barely able to stand on his own two feet. This of course was said in jest with a wink, while Erestor just stuck his nose up, turned away and ignored his gregarious partner.
Lindir still managed to work some from bed and continue to help arrange the entertainment and assign the performers and performances though he himself held back from performing. Hopefully, if he were feeling well enough, he would still perform at his Lord’s wedding ceremony. Lady Celebrían made time everyday to visit him. She always had the best bits of gossip and filled Lindir in on the Queen of Greenwood’s atrocious behavior towards other guests she thought beneath her, including insulting Haldir, Orophin and Rúmil because they were her adopted siblings that had been born from common elves (a guard and seamstress who had perished early on in their childhoods). They laughed at the picture she painted of Lord Celeborn having to drag Lady Galadriel away before a kinslaying could be committed. The three marchwardens had just laughed it off, commenting later to their fellow guards and friends that they would rather dance with an orc than go within ten meters of the impudent Queen. According to the youngest, Rúmil, the blacksmith’s wife in the settlement of men they often visited, whose vocabulary consisted of a good amount of cursing and whose hygiene was questionable at times, had more graciousness and manners than Erdolliel. Lindir covered his mouth, chuckling at the irreverent stories Celebrían plied on him in an attempt to see him smile. Elrond had, of course, filled her in on what was happening, and she vowed to do what she could to help her new friend.
It had been two days since Thranduil had come that morning and explained everything to Lindir and Lindir could still not make up his mind what he wanted. He would switch between either a.) spending his time stewing and fretting over the information he learned, revisiting the ‘what if’s’ and the ‘whys’ in his mind or b.) trying to distract himself from having to think about it by his encompassing himself in his work and the distraction of friends visiting this. By the second night, however, he knew he had to face it. While Erestor would have supported him 100% with ignoring Thranduil, ignoring him meant pushing his problems aside and facing his past put to the back burner, and neither Erestor or Elrond would let him continue to do that much longer. He also began to think that a teeny part of him that waited so long to call Thranduil back was a part that wanted to show Thranduil how he suffered when he was left all alone, not knowing what was going on. Despite his convoluted thought process and mixed feelings, he knew he had to face the issue head on eventually and so he sent a messenger to ask Thranduil to come while the Queen was being distracted having tea with Celebrían and her maidens in the Ladies Hall and Erestor distracted Nostar with diplomatic negotiations. Legolas, unbeknownst to Lindir, was also staying in the healing halls at this time, still experiencing some side effects of the poison that Elrond was treating at this time, indicating to the Queen and others for sake of discretion that he though Legolas caught some rare illness so not to give any of their knowledge of her plotting away. They were still trying to be discreet for the investigation after all.
Thranduil hurried as quickly as he could to visit Lindir once he received news from the minstrel that he was ready for the King’s company once more. It had been a difficult two days, sitting on edge and not letting it show, waiting to see if Lindir would see him again. The two sat side by side awkwardly on the bed, making small talk at first, then they moved on to discuss how the investigation was going. Lindir extracted a promise from Thranduil at that point, that Thranduil would keep him informed of everything that was going on, the good and the bad. Lindir refused to be left out of anything anymore. He made Thranduil promise that no matter how he thought Lindir would react, he would keep him knowledgeable about what's going on. Once the updates on the investigation were covered, they slowly began to speak of their lives these past 116 years.
Lindir spoke of his music and work with Erestor and volunteering with the healers. Thranduil smiled to see how Lindir had thrived here, finding work he enjoyed, friends that loved and cared for him, an overall productive and happy life. He mourned the fact that he had not been part of that. Thranduil talked about the struggles of adapting to ruling as King and the joy that he found in his son. Thranduil so badly wanted Lindir to meet the young one, but feared the tender subject seeing that he was Thranduil’s child with another ella. They spoke of duties and happy memories, bad days and memorable experiences. They gradually hinted at discussing what their futures would hold, but this was a very tenuous subject between the two, each wondering what they still had to offer the other with all that has happened and gone on in their time apart. Both were still wondering what the other wanted. Thranduil wanted but didn’t hold much hope for a restoration of their relationship, after how abysmally he treated the one he was supposed to love. Lindir felt much the same way. He still felt that draw toward Thranduil, his heart still beat with love, but he still held fear about any future they would have together, wondering if it could ever be patched back together.
After a few hours spent deep in conversation, they decided to say goodbye for now. With the promise of more time together tomorrow, Thranduil made ready to return to
his guest quarters to freshen up before a meeting he had scheduled with Elrond. As he went to stand from his seat on the bed, Thranduil hesitated as if he were thinking about something. Slowly he reached his hand out, giving Lindir time to back away if he wanted. He places his palm on Lindir’s downy soft cheek, still a bit sunken from his exhaustion. Rubbing his thumb softly over Lindir’s bottom lip, Thranduil leaned gently in and tenderly placed his lips on Lindir’s, establishing that yearned for intimate contact. After a few moments, he pulled back. A delicately spoken “namárië” passed between Thranduil lips holding his beloved songbirds face an extended moment until his touch could reach no more. He slipped quietly through the door promising to visit in the morning.
The days carried on, celebrations and preparations for the wedding taking place, the investigation continuing and Thranduil visiting Lindir two or three times a day, whenever he could get away. Each day, they drew a little closer to one another, Lindir could feel the magnetic pull. The fact that Legolas was in the healing rooms as well receiving care made for a good excuse to make several lengthy visits there, not that Thranduil wasn’t also visiting his son regularly as well. At first Lindir was not aware young Legolas was in direct care in the Healing Halls. He had just assumed Legolas was staying with Thranduil and Erdolliel, or his nanny with Elrond coming to little one. He didn’t realize Elrond had stowed the little one away here, where Nostar or Erdolliel could not enter the healing halls without the guard noticing and someone always being called to circumspectly observe and watch that they brought the child no more harm.
Lindir awoke his fifth night spent in his private healing room to the cries of a despondent sounding young elfling. Familiar with the halls due to his volunteer work there in the past, Lindir walked a few doors down and saw the penneth sitting in his bed, sobbing and clutching a well used quilted children’s blanket to his chest. Having spent much time in the halls soothing others, he sat down next to the distraught elfling, moving him into his lap in an attempt to calm and asked him what was wrong. He began slowly rocking the elfling as the penneth clung to him and described a nightmare that he had just awoke from. When he woke he was in this strange room away from his ada and afraid. Lindir told the young elfling not to fear, he would stay with him until he fell asleep once more. It was to Lindir’s surprise when he asked the elflings name, the little one told him, “Legolas.” So this was his beloved’s ion. Lindir found him to be a charming and beautiful child. He held no ill will toward the young one, in fact, he felt a deep connection to the child and instantly fell in love.
“How could anyone harm someone so precious and endearing?” Lindir wondered. He gently rocked Legolas and hummed a lullaby.
Legolas gave a tired smile and murmured sleepily, “My adar sings the same song to me” as he quickly drifted back to sleep.
Lindir gasped quietly in shock as he gently brushed the drying tears from the elflings cheeks with his handkerchief. The lullaby he hummed to Legolas was the same tune he used to hum to Thranduil late nights in bed when the other had difficult nights sleeping or a trying day before. The fact that Thranduil remembered the tune that Lindir had designed himself and sung it to his son touched him deeply. He looked up and saw Thranduil watching from the doorway, and unknown emotion glittering in his eyes.
Thraduil had been in the room with Legolas only few minutes ago. He had gone to get a glass of water when he heard Legolas start to cry. By the time he made it back to his room, Lindir had already come and begun to comfort the child. While he hated it so that the two he cared for most in this world were in the Healing Halls, the sight of Legolas being rocked so tenderly in Lindir’s arms touched him deeply. Once Lindir noticed his presence he strode inside. Lindir looked quizzically up at him as if asking if it was alright that he was there. Thranduil gave him a reassuring smile.
“You did not tell me he was in the healing rooms,” Lindir whispered softly.
“I know, my dear one. I did not want you to worry,” Thranduil breathed quietly back, placing an arm around Lindir. “You always worry so for everybody with your compassionate nature. It is more of a safety precaution than anything, so that sadistic counselor of mine and his orc spawn of a daughter cannot reach him without supervision. His health grows stronger every day that passes.”
After a few moments, Thranduil lifted Legolas from Lindir’s arms and tucked him into bed. Ensuring the child was fast asleep, he escorted Lindir to his room. Once Lindir had climbed into bed, Thranduil slipped in beside him. Before Lindir could say anything, Thranduil whispered, “Saes? Saes just let me hold you until you fall asleep.” Lindir nodded,electrifying goosebumps forming on his arms at the feel of Thranduil’s arms around him. He felt warm, and comfortable, and loved. He drifted asleep to the sound of Thranduil lightly singing their lullaby.
They kept a steady routine the next few days. Thranduil would visit when he could and always came to hold him until he fell asleep at night. Lindir visited Legolas a few more times without going into depth too much as to who he was. He did not need the child going back to Erdolliel and angering her further. It was not like she spent much time with her son regardless, she had been only three times to see him. His nanny visited more often! Lindir would sing or read a story to the child and they would often draw pictures together. Each time Thranduil saw them together, it made him wish that this was his family. Lindir grew stronger and each day his feelings for Thranduil grew stronger as well. Legolas and Lindir were already attached to each other. The penneth held a strong affection for the minstrel and he had Lindir wrapped around his little finger.m
The day of Elrond and Celebrían’s wedding came and it was a beautiful ceremony, filled with adoration filled vows and many happy tears. Lindir was able to attend and he sang many songs and played his harp beautifully as Celebrían walked down the aisle. At the celebration afterwards there was much wine, a case of the finest Dorwinion included as a wedding gift from Thranduil, and the best treats to nibble on. There was dancing and music and many toasts to the happy couple. Thranduil wished he could hold his songbird and dance with him through the night, however, that would cause a scene that nobody wanted. He danced with many that night, his wife excluded, and then followed Lindir outside when he had excused himself out to the gardens. Lindir had performed his set of songs at the celebration and was free to roam and enjoy, but he kept spotting that wretched Erdolliel and Nostar and had to step outside for a moment to calm the reactions and feelings those two evoked. Once deep in the garden, Thranduil caught up with the minstrel from behind, sweeping him around and into his arms. There they moved into dancing to the sweet strains of music coming mutely from the Hall of Fire. With his head resting on Thranduil’s shoulder, swaying closely together and slowly to the music, Lindir thought to himself that this was the best part of the whole celebration.
As they danced on, Thranduil gently tipped back Lindir’s chin kissing him gently but passionately. Their lips parted, tongues curling slickly around one another. Thranduil nibbled on Lindirks lower lip and moved to placing kisses on Lindir’s jawn down his neck and sucking at the spot where neck meets collarbone, leaving a faint bruise. Lindir moaned out in pleasure as his hands took on a life of their own, smoothing gamely over Thranduil’s arms, chest and abdomen. Thranduil began unbuttoning Lindir’s intricately designed formal robes, setting them neatly on the bench beside them once off. Lindir was flushed and heady with the excitement of it all. Suddenly he felt a rush of cool air hit his chest as Thranduil unlaced his under tunic in a bid to reach more skin. The sudden burst of the cool evening breeze brought Lindir back to himself. A million thoughts began buzzing through his head, primarily that he was here kissing and undressing a married elf. No matter how evil the ella, Thranduil was still married and here he was about to do Valar knows what. In a panic, Lindir pushed back away from Thranduil, separating their bodies and hands and tongues. Trying to gain control of his thoughts and emotions, and gasping for air from breath stealing kisses, Lindir scooped up his robe and quickly fled the garden, entering the Homely House from a side door. “What are you doing?” thought Lindir. All these stolen kisses, nights falling asleep in Thranduil’s arms, burgeoning feelings of love returning felt so good, but Thranduil was married, regardless. Lindir felt like a fool and a knave. Certainly their marriage was a sham, but he was married nevertheless. Lindir could not, with a good conscience continue this type of behavior. He locked himself in his rooms and cried into his pillow.
Meanwhile, in the garden, Thranduil kicked himself. He had pushed too fast. He knew his sweet Lindir, his oh so scrupulous and beautiful songbird. Despite the circumstances of his marriage and the fact he intended to annul and break the marriage, Lindir would not besmirch the sanctity of marriage by making love to him while still connected to another so. It was not right for Thranduil to even suggest so in the first place. Guilt washed over Thranduil, he had lost control. The feel of Lindir in his arms, his soft lips on Thranduils, the feel of his skin, they had driven Thranduil beyond reasoning. He felt so bad at frightening Lindir away as such. It was time. Time to end his sham of a marriage and to dole out the punishments to those who deserved so. It was only at that point that he could bet and plead for his soulmate to return to him, body and soul.

Translations
adar- father
ada- dad
penneth- young one
ella- female elf
ion- son
namárië- goodbye
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