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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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Thranduil and Lindir reconnect with the intent of establishing a family and home with each other. All’s well that end’s well, and everything’s “just fine.”
Third Age, 110, Imladris
Lindir stood back and watched the child greet his father with so much love. He had grown quite fond of and attached to the little one. Legolas loved to follow Lindir everywhere he went and begged to cuddle beside Lindir at night. He gave Lindir the nickname imnëada, meaning daddy too. He missed his Adar dearly when he was gone and found a surrogate in Lindir. Lindir glanced around as father greeted soon and noticed Glorfindel zoom past everyone, toward Erestor and scooped him up, giving a passionate kiss for all to see. Erestor, not one to make a public display of affection half heartedly chastised Glorfindel about appropriate behavior, but Glorfindel just ignored him, grinning wickedly and hurrying to the door with his mate. Boy was Glorfindel in for a surprise tonight. Erestor has gotten sick of waiting for Glorfindel to propose all these long years, so being the take charge elf that he is, he arranged a romantic evening in which he would propose to the big, blond elf. Lindir had helped Erestor set up and make all the arrangements. His heart fluttered and over-flowed with happiness for his friends. That’s what he wanted, a love as strong as theirs. Could he rebuild that with Thranduil?
Looking back over to the elf who had once stole his heart, he saw Thranduil was making his way over to him after greeting Lord Elrond, carrying Legolas in his arms. His heart fluttered as he felt the magnetic pull between them. Setting Legolas down, Thranduil pulled a Lindir into an embrace followed by a gentle kiss to his cheek. Offering his arm, he escorted Thranduil to his room he would be staying in for the visit. Feeling far too formal for what he wanted with Lindir, Thranduil slid his hand down to interlock Lindir’s finger with his. Pulling Legolas up with his free arm, they made their way back to the house. Legolas became confused when passing by Lindr’s rooms. He thought they would both be staying in Lindir’s room with him, as Legolas did in his absence. Unable to upset the young princeling, and not wanting Thraduil away from him in the first place, he welcomed Thranduil into his rooms.
Over the next month, Thranduil and Lindir discussed their past and crazy events of late. They agreed to move on from what had happened and put closure on the past and past hurts. Thranduil for certain knew what he wanted for his future. Lindir was not so sure. His past hurts had been so painful and had him so broken, he wavered some days. He had no doubt that he wanted Thranduil (and Legolas) in his life, and he knew he would never find another love like he had in Thranduil, whom he felt to be his soulmate. He just feared what would happen to him if things went wrong again. He also worried about fitting back in in Greenwood. He couldn’t recover again from a broken heart and mind.
Finally, one night, Erestor sat down and spoke with Lindir after seeing how indecisive and troubled the young minstrel was. Erestor was warming up a bit to the King, but only because he could tell Lindir loved him so very much. He sat down beside Lindir, taking Lindir’s hands between his. Over the course of the next two hours, Erestor explained to Lindir that every relationship has its ups and downs and shared with Lindir his and Glorfindel’s full story and their difficult journey to love. Lindir didn’t realize they had faced so many obstacles before they came together or even that they still struggle at times with such polar opposite personalities. He heard Erestor tell his tale of “enemies” to friends to lovers and now to soon being herven. “And back to being adversaries from time to time, at least in the council room now and again,” added Erestor with a cheeky smile and a wink. Through everything though, no matter the hardship, Erestor claimed he would not give up his soulmate or their crazy life together for anything. Erestor’s stories made Lindir feel better, brought him comfort. He could finally make peace with the fact that finding your soulmate doesn’t always guarantee a smooth and trouble free road. Things aren’t always easy, but they are better with the ones you love. Lindir thanked Erestor for sharing his love story. He knew what he wanted now with certainty and what he needed to do. With a smile on his face he left Erestor with wishes for a good evening.
Lindir made his way quietly down the halls and into his rooms. Entering silently, as the night had grown late, what he saw made his heart lurch with love. Laying sprawled out on a sofa in front of the fireplace was Thranduil with a mussed up elfling in his arms. They both had their eyes glazed over in elven sleep. They had obviously fallen asleep waiting for him in front of the fire. The thought melted Lindir’s heart. Lindir tiptoed over and lifted Legolas gently from Thranduil’s arms. When Thranduil began to stir Lindir soothed him, saying in a low voice, “I am just putting our little one to bed. Shh… I shall be back straightaway.” With that Lindir carried the elfling through the connecting door to the next room where Legolas had a room and bed made up for him. His nanny was also available through the following open door if Legolas needed anything. Thraduil thrilled with the fact that Lindir referred to Legolas as their elfling. That put a big smile on his face. Lindir tucked the young child in and with a kiss to the forehead, returned to Thranduil. He chuckled to himself at how the penneth had captured his heart and had him wrapped around his finger.
Lindir returned to the sofa by the fireplace and sat next to Thranduil, snuggling into his side, resting his head on the King's broad chest. The two sat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the presence of one another. Thranduil ran his hand through Lindir’s silky silver tinged locks. The motion was soothing and relaxed away some of the tensions on the day. Taking Thranduil’s other hand in his, twining his fingers with Thranduil’s, Lindir felt content, at peace, and at home. After several minutes of savoring each other’s presence in the quiet of the night, Lindir lifted his head and turned his body to face Thranduil. He looked so beautiful to Thranduil’s eyes. The moonlight glowed off of snowy white hair as Lindir gazed up at Thranduil through long, thick lashes with eyes the color of lilacs. He very well could have been mistaken as one of the Ainur there in the moonlight. He was breathtaking, beautiful, and Thraduil wanted Lindir so badly at the moment.
Lindir finally broke the silence. Taking a deep breath for fortitude, Lindir began,”I have done much thinking and after having a heartfelt conversation with Erestor, I have decided. I am done living in the shadows of the past, sick of allowing my fears to take hold over me.” Fear took hold of Thranduil thinking that this is where Lindir ended things. He steeled his heart for a shattering blow, but to his immediate relief and immense joy, Thranduil’s heart was left unstruck, pieces still together.
“I love you Thranduil,” Lindir reassured, lifting his hand to cradle the side of Thraduil’s face and drawing him down for a brief but oh so sweet kiss. Their lips met again and again. Drawing back slightly, but to where Thranduil could still feel his beloved’s breath on his lips, Lindir finally said the words Thranduil had long been waiting to hear. “I want to come home with you. I would like us to be a family.” Tears of elation and joy slid down both ellons faces.
Thranduil, caught up in his jubilation, pulled Lindir up off the sofa and gently pushed him backward toward the four poster bed in the corner of the room. “Bond with me,” he burst out with, clasping the minstrels face in his hands. “Saes, say yes. Say you will be mine forever and join your heart, hröa y fëa with me,” he begged as he pushed open the canopy of the bed and laid Lindir down inside on the soft mattress.
Overcome with elation, Lindir gasped out a breathless, “Yes! Yes, yes yes!” Thraduil wiped the tears of joy from Lindirks cheeks with his thumbs as he crawled over top of Lindir, straddling the lithe elf. He leaned down, capturing Lindir in a fiery and passionate kiss. He feasted on his lovers lips, intertwining tongues and nibbling with blunted teeth until both Lindir and and Thranduil were gasping and desperate for air. As Thranduil loomed over him, Lindir pulled at buttons and tunic strings, undoing, lifting and stretching the garment over his lover’s golden head.
Thranduil moved his kisses from red, pouty lips to across Lindir’s jaw, down his elegant neck and back up to the delicately pointed tips of his ears. Lindir moaned in pleasure and slid his hands up Thranduil’s rippling abdomen, over broad chest muscles only stopping to tease at the hard red nubs pierced with mithril that he came across on the King’s strong and broad chest. Leaning up to take the left nipple between his lips, he teased and sucked at the sensitive nub with lips, teeth and tongue. Lindir lifted his long fingers to the right side, pinching, twisting and teasing the other nub as well. He played with the bands that pierced the pleasure tortured nipples and Thranduil could not stop the steady stream of rapturous groans that spilled from his mouth from the overstimulation of it all. Both ellons could feel their members rising and filling rapidly in response to each other. The pressure was rising against their steely erections trapped inside leggings as they began to rock against one another.
Desperate to feel more of Lindir’s skin on his own and to free his trapped cock, Thranduil undressed the writhing minstrel as fast as he could. As Thranduil worked on ridding Lindir of his clothes, Lindir reached down to fiddle with the buckle on Thranduil’s belt. Managing to free the leather strip, Lindir tossed it aside and began unlacing Thranduil’s trousers. Carefully lifting the trousers and pulling them down over his lovers engorged cock, Lindir took the freed member in his hand, stroking gently, up and down with a gentle pressure. Thrusting into the teasing hand Thranduil’s blood ran like fire through his veins. He had to have Lindir, had to become one with his lover before he went mad with the intensity of it all.
Pulling slightly away from his lover, Thranduil wiggled himself the rest of the way out of his leggings before returning to lay fully down, skin to skin on his lover. Stretching up, Lindir attached his mouth to the spot just behind Thranduil’s ear, where it met with neck. Lindir knew that this spot was extra sensitive and drove his lover wild. He sucked none to gently on the flesh, leaving a red oval that would mark Thranduil as Lindirks for all to see. The two straining elves writhed against one another, skin on skin, hands tracing fiery pathways over thoroughly sensitized areas. Lindir cried out as Thranduil brushed past his member with an inquiring hand, tips of fingers tracing over swollen orbs, reaching further back to find Lindir’s clenched hole.
Lindir could not take it any longer. He needed to feel Thranduil inside him. Needed to become one with the one he loved. He began to shake with the anticipation, incomprehensible cries spilling from parted lips. As Thranduil continued to tease Lindir with kisses to his stomach, tongue circling his navel and lightly teasing touches to both his groin and back entrance, Lindir reached beneath his pillow pulling out a small glass vial filled with oil. Tugging Thranduil back up to his kiss swollen lips he pressed the vial into Thranduil’s hand, pleading with the fierce looking ellon to not make him wait any longer. With a wild smile and words of assurance, Thranduil began to kiss his way down smooth, pale skin, licking and touching along his way to prepare Lindir’s tight entrance.
Lindir yelped in surprise when Thranduil took his member into his soft, hot mouth. It had been over 100 years since Thranduil had last taken Lindir and he wanted to distract Lindir from any pain if possible as he prepared his fevered songbird. Suction, and tongue and gently scraping teeth soon brought Lindir close to the edge as Thranduil steadfastly worked one, then two, then three oiled fingers inside of Lindir, turning and scissoring, readying the lithe elf for what was to come. Lindir was average height for an elf but very thin and Thranduil was well built with an endowment to match his size. He wished for only pleasure and no pain when he entered his beloved and continued to thoroughly stretch the squirming elf, no matter how much he pleaded he was ready.
Twisting his fingers slightly inside the moaning minstrel, Lindir let out a shout of pure blissful pleasure as that special spot inside of him was rubbed. This sonorous songbird would not be singing so easily in the morning due to the screaming, begging and moaning that Lindir was crying out in his state of pleasure hazed delirium and need. His voice would be raw for all to hear. Removing his long, nimble fingers from Lindir’s backside, Thranduil coated his member with the viscous oil left in the vial as Lindir cried out impatiently at the now empty feeling inside. Lindir wrapped his delicate hand around Thranduil’s throbbing cock, helping to spread the slick lubrication. Lindir caught a drop that dribbled from the tip on his finger and brought that digit to his mouth while seductively looking Thranduil in the eyes. He moaned at the taste of Thranduil on his tongue as he closed swollen red lips over the finger.
Thranduil took a deep breath in to surface from the lake of desire he was drowning in. He wanted to do this right. They would say their vows before Thranduil took his little lover. They would then be bound for the rest of their immortal lives, no other than the Valar themselves able to sunder what was their newly formed connection. Gathering Lindir in his arms, Thranduil placed sweet kisses all over Lindir’s face until the frantic elf in his arms was able to calm and come back to himself a bit and speak his vows as well. Lindir’s heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird inside his chest and a hand on his lover’s chest felt the same.
Thranduil began, gazing directly into Lindir’s fathomless eyes ,and spoke his love to Lindir in the form of bonding vows. “I Thranduil Opherion of the Woodland Realm, take you Lindir Rothilion to be my bonded mate with the Valar as my witness. I vow to love you, protect you and to cherish you above all others. With this pledge we will be one in body, heart and soul until forevermore.” Bonding vows said, Thranduil gently kissed Lindir’s cherry red lips slowly and as passionately as he could.
Lindir, feeling the connection beginning to take hold, broke the long kiss and stared deeply into his lover’s emerald eyes, repeating his own bonding vows. “I Lindir Rothilion, of the Woodland Realm and Imladris, take you Thranduil Opherion to be my bonded mate with the Valar as my witness. I vow to love you, protect you and to cherish you above all others. With this pledge we will be one in body, heart and soul until forevermore.
Vows stated, the lovers felt the magnificent pull of their fëar to each other, entwining as one to connect the two ellon forever. Overcome by the binding and pull of his soul, Lindir trembled in Thranduil’s strong arms. Laying Lindir back against the pillows, propping his hips up with one and whispering words of devotion and love, Thranduil lined up against Lindir’s back passageway and slowly pushed into the tight hot heat of Lindir. Lindir gasped at a brief twinge of pain and burning, but was soon trying to pull Thranduil in for more. Moving in and out in slow controlled strokes, Thranduil’s pleasure rose quickly to a fever pitch. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back as to not break wild and hurt the delicate elf below him.
Lindir was having none of that. He began to thrust up to Thranduil, encouraging him to move faster and harder. As Thranduil increased the pace, thrusting deep inside of Lindir, the blissful feeling minstrel pulled Thranduil’s mouth to his, thrusting his tongue inside in time with Thrandruil’s lunges. Sent over the edge by provocative touches, tantalizing kisses and Lindir’s incredible tight heat, Thranduil began thrusting in earnest, reaching towards his end, giving everything he had to bring Lindir over the edge with him. With each strike of that hot rod inside of him, that special spot was rubbed, over and over again, leaving Lindir rushing swiftly toward his end as well, moaning out indecipherable phrases. Linder began to call out Thranduil’s name in a steady cadence of sweet gasps and moans, and when Thranduil grabbed Lindir’s dripping cock and began tugging it in time with his thrusts. “Ah, ah, ahhh… Thraaanduiiilll,” Linder cried as he barreled over the edge as he came over and over again across his and Thraduil’s bellies and dripping down Thranduil’s hand. Feeling Lindir rhythmically clenching around his hot rod as he made his final stuttering thrusts deep inside Lindir, while the warm liquid release from Lindir’s elf hood dripped onto his stomach and over his hand, sent Thranduil off, shooting his own hot liquid release in streams deep inside Lindir.
Out of breath, sweaty and exhausted, wobbling on shaky arms,Thranduil collapsed atop Lindir, trying to be as gentle as possible. Both ellon lay there, in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of their pleasure found and bonds forged. As the air began to cool, the sweat dripping down their bodies evaporated slowly and the sated elves began to come down from the pleasurable buzz of release. Thranduil slowly pulled out of Lindir, the smaller elf wincing with the loss, and moved to the side. Grabbing a cloth that was on the nightstand, Thranduil gently cleaned Lindir and then himself where their seed had smattered and lay cooling on their skin. Pulling Lindir in close to him, the two elves whispered words of love and devotion to each other. As the lovers began to drift off into Irmo’s Lórien land of dreams and sleep, Thranduil heard Lindir whisper, “I think we are going to be just fine.”
Thranduil whispered back to the sleeping elf in reply, “I think we shall be more than just fine.”
When Lindir woke the next morning in Thranduil’s arms with the King on one side of him and his little Legolas curled up all warm and snug on the other side, after creeping into their bed just before sunrise, he knew he was home.

Translations
imnë- also, too + ada- dad: imnëada (daddy too, daddy also)
heaven- husbands
penneth- young one
seas- please
fëa- soul
hröa-body
y- and
Ainur- a divine spirit, often likened to an angel

Names
Irmo- Valar of Dreams, resides in Lórien a garden of rest, sleep and dreams.
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