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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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Thranduil seated himself by Legolas, who was still sitting in the hidden garden. The shadows from the trees above cast patterns on the ground and the garden was still and peaceful, except for the troubled elves.
"Father!"
Legolas stood respectfully. It was a move that that both puzzled and worried Thranduil.
"Legolas." Thranduil stood and rushed to embrace his child who looked so torn, and so lost. "Please do not shut me out. I know not what haunts you, but the pain that you feel moves me. It is as if I too can feel your pain, and my heart aches because of it."
Legolas' eyes drifted down, and his heart fluttered. Shame crept in at having caused his father such grief. He could feel his father's intense observation, those caring emerald eyes full of compassion, love and worry. Thranduil's concern was written all over his face, and Legolas hated himself for his perversions. How could he hurt the people that he loved.
His earlier words looped in his head that he had told Elladan and Elrohir, but slowly those words became silent to him, his heart shutting them out. Those hallow words now rang empty and useless to him. No, he couldn't bring shame or hurt to his father by acting on his secret. He would not destroy his honor amongst his people.
Legolas knew that he had to say the only thing he knew that would hurt his father more, than would be finding out the truth. ' I love you, father, and I will protect you, by any means from myself.'
Legolas said the only thing that he thought would protect his father from him.
"Father, it's true I have been troubled. A great yearning has stirred within me. I have seen parts of Arda and all its wonders are vast. I know our home is great and grand, and Ada, please let me leave your side and the safety and comforts of our home. Please let me join the ranks of your outer guards. Other families send their sons, their daughters, their husbands and wives. Let me join our people too, to be as honorable as they are."
Legolas watched his father's face which took in his words, but remained unreadable. Green eyes glistened and were framed by the longest of dark lashes, and his long silver hair was unbraided and unadorned. His father seemed vulnerable to Legolas, as if all the long years of his life were wiped away and his very core was exposed.
"Is this….really what your heart desires, my youngest?" The words were thick with emotion.
"Yes Ada, I wish to become a guard, to serve you and your kingdom."

"Your life will alter greatly, Legolas. Please think this through carefully. You will not see me often, little if any at all. And the danger…."
Thranduil's voice cracked knowing he could not refuse the request his son made. How often was it told to his people that it is with great honor to be a guardian of Greenwood? He could not destroy that honor by refusing his son, and he could not be a coward, fearing for his son's safety. Legolas was well trained and was an accomplished archer, and deadly with his daggers. Thranduil knew that Legolas could hold his own out in the dangers of the world. Why was he so reluctant to say yes to this request? He suspected there was a reason that was pushing Legolas away from him, but he did not know why or what it was. He could ask, but it Legolas was not willing to tell him, there was little he could do to learn the truth.
"Just tell me why Legolas. Why are you pushing yourself away from me?" Thranduil had seated himself on the stone bench, as if the weight in their hearts had pushed him down.
"Because Ada, it is time for me to show my love for your people as you do. I have seen you make so much sacrifices of your own happiness for your people. It is time that I serve them too. I owe it to them for their love and kindness they have showed me. I want to keep our home safe, to keep you safe. I want to make you proud. I always want to make you smile. Please Ada, give me your blessing."
Thranduil studied his son. Perhaps this was the reason which had caused discord in Legolas. Perhaps this was it and nothing more. But a worry deep within him would not dissipate. It seemed to whisper to him that it was something else entirely. Legolas was unreadable, an enigma much like he was.
Whatever the motive, Legolas was right with what he said. Thranduil could not deny this request. With all the pain in his heart, and with a numb mind Thranduil nodded, giving his blessing to his youngest child to join Greenwood's guards.
Legolas smiled in his relief and for the first time in days, his eyes lit up. Sparkling greens welled up with tears. "Thank you, Ada!"
Legolas allowed himself to be engulfed by his father's warm hug. "I am proud of you Legolas. Always know that."
Thranduil continued to sit on the stone bench in the forlorn garden, long after Legolas had left him. He pondered the request, pondered Legolas' reaction, and replayed the smile that had resonated from Legolas' entire being when he had said yes to his request.
'Ah, Legolas, you have brought me such joy despite the heartache I've come to know.' Thranduil thought to himself.
His thoughts drifted to his dear wife, who had died without getting to see their youngest son grow up. The happiness and pure joy that Legolas brought to his halls had healed his grieving heart, and had pulled him from the dolor of his grief. Legolas would never know just how close he had been to fading with his grief, and how he had saved him from that fate.
Legolas was his most cherished treasure and he would move armies to protect him. He would do anything to bring Legolas joy. But he knew that Legolas was right, and he had to be his own person and stand on his own. The time for Legolas to find his own place in the world had come, despite Thranduil's strong desire to keep him safe and out of it.
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A feast like no other was being prepared for later that night to celebrate Thranduil's arrival, and of Glorfindel's healing. Elves were bustling in happy anticipation and the minstrels, led by Lindir were already singing and playing their lutes for the later festivities. Elrond had busied himself with the over view of the details, and had insisted that Erestor assist as well. Erestor thought his attention really wasn't needed for such a matter, but Elrond was insistent that his input was needed.
This was why Erestor found himself in one of the halls close to the healing wing. He was just about to turn towards the storage rooms, when he saw Thranduil heading down the hall towards Glorfindel's healing room. A jealousy like no other welled within Erestor. He turned abrupt, knowing exactly what had transpired between the two years ago. Two steps forward he took, when a stern voice stopped him.
"Erestor." Elrond called out for him. " I need your help with seating arrangements. Do please come to the dinning hall with me."
Erestor cursed Elrond, and all his dimwitted interferences. He sighed, infuriated and exasperated with the thought of Thranduil alone with his Glorfindel.
'His Glorfindel.' Erestor smiled to himself. He certainly was in love, if jealousy was already stinging at his heart.
"I'm coming, Elrond." Erestor rushed after him. He had no reason to doubt Glorfindel's stirring words. He decided that he must give Glorfindel his full faith. Glorfindel had done nothing to him to deserve otherwise.
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Thranduil, who still felt unease when he parted with Legolas felt the need to seek out his old friend again. He knew he needed to accept the fact that Legolas was grown and was free to make his own decisions. Such worry and protection would only push him further away. He needed to speak with Glorfindel, the only person in all of Arda who could calm and soothe him. Glorfindel had done so in the past with his strong arms, warm embraces, and passionate kisses.
Despite the distance that separated the two, Thranduil would forever harbor deep feelings for his one time lover. Glorfindel had loved him long ago, when he had been much younger. He had been a prince of his father's realm then. Thranduil smiled as he recalled those memories. He remember that it had been him who had seduced Glorfindel, enchanting him with all the will of his love.
And Glorfindel had taught him how to love and how to be loved. Although he had married another, his love for Glorfindel did not disappear. When his dear wife had passed, and his life was at its bleakest, Glorfindel had come to him, and had loved him again. If it were Legolas who had kept him from fading, it was Glorfindel who had kept his heart from closing up to love forever.
Thranduil sighed. He should have cast aside all of his responsibilities at that time, and should have just run off with Glorfindel. But he had never been free to truly love who it was who burned so deeply within his heart. It had been his fate through the ages, and it seemed like it would forever be that way.
And now Glorfindel loved another. Thranduil knew that he should just let his love go, and not pursue Glorfindel again. Not now when Erestor seemed so smitten with Glorfindel, and with Glorfindel reciprocating that love right back.
This would just be a friendly chat, he lied to himself. He would restrain himself, and keep his feelings out of the mix. Erestor and Glorfindel seemed bound to each other now. A bond was a bond, even if it was only a fragile bond.
On entering the healing room where Glorfindel was resting, Thranduil was glad to find him alone. He was resting, with his eyes closed in a light healing nap, and he looked so peaceful. He was also so beautiful in rest, with his shimmering locks of gold. Before he knew what had moved him, Thranduil reached over, and he ran his long slender fingers through the locks of silk, and he whispered into his ear.
“My dear Glorfindel. How I've missed your touch, your wicked kisses, your utter control of me." A king he might be, but when it came to Glorfindel, Thranduil had no control.
Glorfindel awoke to the most seductive of voices. It was rich in its silken desire, and laced with blatant seduction.
“King Thranduil, what game is this you play?” Glorfindel looked into his sparkling green eyes which disclosed Thranduil's thoughts.
“Ah, Glorfindel.” Thranduil leaned closer to him. “Must we hold such airs with one another? I thought we had moved beyond that.” His face was evidently pained, and held his mirthful tones. A familiar spark moved within his deep green eyes, teasing Glorfindel, offering suggestions of their most fond memories.
Glorfindel sighed inwardly. This was exactly not what he needed, not now that he and Erestor were both ready to act on their love. Relations with the sometimes unpredictable and moody Thranduil was difficult at best, and he knew if Thranduil was to offer up his seduction, he would not be able to resist. Glorfindel guessed that this is what Thranduil wanted now. What else would have caused him to travel so far a distance from his woodland kingdom. Thranduil definitely was a difficult one to understand, and he was a stirring enigma of silver and green.
Glorfindel worried, and he frowned within. He knew that he still loved Thranduil, for his heart beat with his want for him, and his body slowly flamed alive with his awakening arousal. Even though it had been years since they had last made love with another, his heart still could flame so quickly for Thranduil.
“Thranduil.” Glorfindel finally addressed him, but his words did not come to him as his mind began spinning. He felt dizzy with the attraction that he felt for Thranduil.
Thranduil seemed to understand where his struggles came from, and he spoke where Glorfindel could not. “Worry not, Glorfindel. I am not here to cause you any trouble. I only would have your happiness, and would see that you are healed, for I count you as a friend above all others.”
Glorfindel, smiled, and he decided that direct honesty was the best approach with Thranduil. He hoped to derail what ever wicked thoughts might still come from Thranduil's mind. Just because Thranduil now said that he would not interfere, Glorfindel knew just how quickly Thranduil's mind could change. He knew that he couldn't allow Thranduil's whims to interfere with his new found desire for Erestor. Erestor would not be able to handle this at all.
“Thranduil. I have professed my love to Erestor.” Thranduil, not surprised by Glorfindel’s words, only smiled.
“I am not surprised with what I hear, for that love is plainly evident. Distance and time can erase even the strongest of feelings, but know you this. Hearing the news that you were at death’s door, moved me, and it tore open my heart. The news brought back to me those old feelings that I had forgotten, so long ago.”
Thranduil gave Glorfindel a sad smile, and his eyes shone so forlorn. But then his lips curved wickedly and seductively, and his eyes flashed with his desire once again.
Glorfindel shook his head slowly. Thranduil was impossible. Had he not heard a single word that he had said?
“Thranduil, my friend. Please, I am in turmoil here, and must resist what you hint at. I am in love with Erestor.” Glorfindel honestly replied to Thranduil, voice plainly evident with his request.
“Erestor, of all people.” Thranduil laughed. “Such opposites, such strong minds and wills…” Thranduil sighed, but he kept his wicked smile on Glorfindel. He continued gazing at him, and he could see the plainly evident emotions within Glorfindel’s eyes.
“Tell me, Glorfindel, does he also share your feelings?” Thranduil asked the question that he already knew the answer to. He just wondered if Glorfindel also knew just how much Erestor was in love with.
“Yes, indeed he does. We spoke of it this afternoon. He wants to know my love, as I do his. I am ready to give him my heart, Thranduil. I have promised him my love.” Glorfindel professed his true emotions to Thranduil.
Thranduil closed his eyes, and he felt as if his heart had shattered into a million pieces. The pains of jealousy and of hurt tore through his heart and then to his soul. He felt a cold pain envelope him, but he forced the emotions back. Thranduil was a master of locking away things that hurt him. He could so easily fall into an emotionless void, where nothing reflected from his cold eyes.
When his eyes opened, he smiled however, and his eyes shown with the seduction that he had used on Glorfindel, so many years ago.
“Would you like me to drive Erestor to jealousy, to pull his emotions over the edge? I can have him truly yearning for your like no other, until he is nothing but putty in your hands?” Thranduil smiled, eyes sparkling and bright with his wicked plots.
“Thranduil!” Glorfindel warned the impish King.
“Ah, speak no more, my dear Glorfindel.” Thranduil moved his slender hand to his mouth as if in contemplation.
After a slight pause, Thranduil continued.
“I will respect your wishes, since I plan to make no spectacle of myself here in Imladris. Not when our negotiations are still open-ended. And I’d rather not have a cross lovesick counsellor irate at me either. I will do nothing to hinder your relationship with Erestor, for if this is what your heart desires, as your friend and as someone who loves you, I would see only to your happiness. Erestor knows not how lucky he is to have your heart. That is something I was never able to capture, although with all my will, I tried.”
Glorfindel smiled at Thranduil's consideration, but he frowned when Thranduil's words hit him. "Please Thranduil, know that I will always cherish our time together, of the love you gave to me. You are beautiful, and are a complicated enigma, Thranduil. But you could never have belonged to me. You belong to the Greenwood, and I would not tear asunder you from that realm. Your people need you. They always have. You are the most selfless person that I have ever met. I know how much you have sacrificed your love, for the good of the Greenwood.”
Thranduil's deep green eyes seem to shimmer with unshed tears, and he sighed. “I should not have let you go! I should have given up my kingdom, so that I could have given myself truly to you.
You had came for me when I was fading, and you loved me with your heart so true. And I took of your love gladly. I should have given up my crown in exchange for you.”
Glorfindel reached his hand up, and he brushed his fingers across Thranduil's face. “No, Thranduil. The Greenwood will not survive without you. You are bound to it, like it is to you. I would never let you abandon your kingdom for me.”
Again, an impish smile crossed Thranduil's face, his strong will ever pressing to the surface, imposing itself on the people around him. His eyes were so full of emotion, and he forced back his tears. But soon his mouth had curved to a smile, and he sat upright on his chair.
“As your friend, know you this, if Erestor ever hurts you, he will have to answer to me."
Thranduil took Glorfindel's hand in his own, and he gave it a chaste kiss, before he let it go. "I do promise to behave in the utmost and appropriate manner with him, and will not let my personal feelings meddle with our respective realms, for I am not that petty. Now my friend, I fear Lord Elrond will have a fit if I dare not show for the feast that he has thrown in my honor. I am pretty sure it will have started right about now. And knowing Elrond, he has planned it so meticulously, and the missing of a guest of honor would probably cause him quite a headache, now would it not?”
Thranduil rose and left in a swift motion, not giving Glorfindel the chance to respond. Glorfindel shook his head at his once time lover.
'Ah, Thranduil. As if things are not complicated enough, you have had to show up.’ Glorfindel settled back against his pillow, and although he was sad that he could not give Thranduil the love that he wanted, he was able to find happiness.
Glorfindel knew that it was Erestor who was his destiny.
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