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The Dance On Water	By : redkiwi Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Tolkien's world (Silmarillion/Lord of the Rings/Hobbit), nor the characters from it. No money is made from the writing of this story.

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The lone figure sat perched in a tree, back resting against the trunk, long legs dangling down. The bark was smooth, the leaves were delicate and new, having just been awoken from the beckoning of the spring sun. Sweet songs of birds rang through the forest and the hum of the insects added to the symphony. Legolas knew that running off and hiding was the most childish of reactions. But in his mind he knew that his father must never know of his love. He was angry at himself, because now he knew that his actions would demand an explanation. His father would not let this matter be anymore.
Legolas sighed his distress, knowing that he should return to the Last Homely House. He was weary with no sleep, and hungry as well. He also didn't know these lands around him. The strange forest was so different from his home; the trees spoke of different matters; the birds sang different songs.
Finding the resolve to return to his father, Legolas climbed down the tree. The longer he stayed gone, the worse the situation would be so he knew he had to go back now. He landed silently back to the earth, and took no more than one step when he found the twin sons of Elrond standing before him, having already dismounted from their horses. Legolas had been so absorbed in his own reveries that he didn't even hear them approach.
"Thank the Valor that you are safe, our dear friend." Twin voices rang out in unison, embracing Legolas.
"What ever possessed you to run off so, to put yourself in danger, and worry us all like that?" Elladan withdrew from the embrace, knowing exactly what the fear was that had driven him away.
"Your father knows." Legolas answered to Elladan and Elrohir. "I panicked and fled. It was the wrong choice, for how can I now hide my distraught? My father will not let this rest anymore. He will be on me about it until the truth comes out and he gets the answers that he seeks. I can not tell him though, I can not!" Legolas cried his distress.
"But Legolas, why go through such pain alone? Why try to seek no comfort for it? I have been where you are now and it is the loneliest of burdens. A forbidden love is a cruel love to bear, but you are strong. Your father will not despise you. Together you can work this out." Elrohir feel in place by Legolas, as they made their way back to their valley home, horses in tow behind them.
"No Elrohir, what I want is not to yearn for someone who can not be mine. I do not want to act on this. I need to learn how to stop this love. I think the only way to release my heart of this want is to separate from his presence, and allow distance to erase the love."
"Do you not think that would only hurt you and him more?" Elladan couldn't imagine if Elrohir had chosen that path instead of accepting their love. His heart bleed for Legolas, but if this was what Legolas wanted, to reject his heart's true desire, then he would not try to change his mind. Elladan knew though, that the path Legolas wanted to take would only cause him and Thranduil grief.
"Do children not leave their parents side all the time and make their own way in the world? He will understand that. I will do my best to hide this forever to protect him from me. Surely as time passes in our distance, my love will yearn for another, someone whom he will approve of. I will find such happiness then, and so will he."
"Do not be so certain that your foresight of the future will come to pass. Love is such a drive that can turn one's mind to madness, to such despair and torment. And forever is a cruel sentence we elves must bear. You will never find release in all your long years." Elladan warned his friend.
Legolas paused knowing Elladan's words rang true, but he was certain of this path that he had chosen. "The only future I am certain of is a future in which I do no harm to my father and siblings. From this day forward, I will give myself entirely to the service of Greenwood. My home will be my focus, my drive."
Elladan and Elrohir both knew there was not a word they could say to sway Legolas' resolve. If alienation was his solution, then they would just have to accept it and pray that their friend's strength would keep him happy.
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Not too long after Thranduil had left Glorfindel, Erestor also had to leave. Glorfindel had really hated that Erestor had to go. He had rather enjoyed the flushed pink on those cheeks that caused his skin to glow in such a seductive matter. Pinks that had been initiated by Thranduil. Glorfindel had seen a hint of the fire deep within Erestor, of his hidden passions, and he was excited like no other. He looked down at his semi-erection, sighing at the fact that he was alone. Erestor did have a job to do, and Glorfindel knew that.
Momentarily later, Elrond entered the room, drawing Glorfindel from his thoughts. He looked up at Elrond. "Any news about Legolas?"
"Nothing yet. But my sons are on the hunt, and they will find him. That is not my worry."
"You know something Elrond. Do you not?" Glorfindel could see the grave concern written on his face.
Elrond only smiled, keeping his lips sealed in an upward turn. "Now my friend, the master healer has stated that there is no further reason to to have your recuperation in this healing wing. We will release you now, and you can once again sleep in your own quarters. However, I do stress with your discharge, that you must continue to take it easy. Listen to your body, for it will tell you when to pause and when to go, when the push and when to rest."
At hearing the news, Glorfindel forgot his questions regarding Legolas. "Ah, you mean no more pampering here in these cozy quarters? Alright, I'll have to make do on my own again." Glorfindel grinned. He was beyond elated at hearing that he was released. Patience had never been one of his easier traits to submit to and he was ready to get out and stroll around Imladris, and more importantly, ready to get Erestor alone to his rooms.
'Ah, Erestor.' He thought. 'How I will surprise you.'
Glorfindel grinned thinking about just what he wanted to do with Erestor.
"My friend, did you not hear that you are released. You are free to go." Elrond laughed at Glorfindel's obvious reverie about Erestor.
"Oh yes." Glorfindel gingerly got out of bed. Finally standing on his own two feet, he felt no pain from his injuries. Just a little stiffness from being in bed, and he could still tell he was a little weak. But his strength would return, he worried not about that.
He thanked the healers for all they had done for him, but finding the words to exactly express how grateful he was for them for saving his life was hard. The healers understood, and the final thank you was offered with hugs. There was not a dry eye in the healing wing when Glorfindel left the
healers behind.
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Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir reached Imladris just around mid-day, for Legolas had not journeyed too far. There at the outer gates, standing side by side were Thranduil and Elrond, both showing relief on their faces on seeing the returning party. A hurried expression of gratitude to the twins was uttered from Thranduil. He rushed to embrace his son. Thranduil kept his composure, while Legolas expressed his remorse for making them worry. Concerned eyes returned his apology and Thranduil excused himself and Legolas, leading his youngest back to his rooms.
He saw to Legolas' needs first, giving him food and drink, and keeping his steadfast gaze on him, as if waiting for Legolas to open to him. But Legolas only kept his silence, slowly eating the food his father had given him.
Legolas tried to keep his focus on the berries that he slowly chewed in his mouth, willing only the sensation of the bursts of sweet juices and flavors to hold his attention. His father remained silent, but focused entirely on him, waiting for Legolas to provide an explanation as to why he had left, and why he had rushed away from Elrond last night. When needed, Thranduil had the patience of the ages and Legolas knew his father could keep this silent gaze on his until he could do nothing but open up to him.
"Ada." Legolas stopped eating, suddenly feeling as if the food had become as stones within his stomach. "I am so sorry to have caused you any worry. Ada…."
"Do not apologize to me with the intent to conceal your anguish." Thranduil cut his son off, words direct, but spoken with the gentlest of tones, warm with his care.
"You are giving me riddles, Legolas, and this is a most alarming game in which to play. Please be forthcoming with me. What drove you from us last night? What has caused you to push me away? Look at me Legolas!"
He lifted his son's face when Legolas had lowered it down. "Have I not earned the right to know the truth? You are so dear to me. You will never know how much I cherish you."
Green eyes swimming with unshed tears looked into his father's face. The two were so close, and those eyes and lips were right by his own. Before he knew it, Legolas captured his father's lips and kissed him in a kiss that unveiled his truest of desires for his father.
Thranduil moved back in complete shock, confusion etched across his face at this sudden realization. But his heart instantly broke for his son when he saw the utter hurt reflected on his face, pain flashing in his eyes. He had no idea that this was what had been tormenting Legolas for so long. How he wanted to protect Legolas and bring him to happiness, but this….. Thranduil had never suspected this.
"Legolas…." Thranduil stood, and for the first time in his long life he was lost for words. He loved his son, but not in this way. No yearning pooled from his heart for his son in this manner. The unconditional love he felt for Legolas as his father dictated to him how to handle his actions and words towards his son.
He moved back to Legolas, giving him a tender embrace; a chase kiss was placed on his forehead. He then took a seat beside him, sighing aloud due to the words that he knew he now had to speak.
"Legolas, please know there is nothing you can do which would ever make me think less of you or make me stop loving you. You are my child and our bond will never be severed." Thranduil
smiled at Legolas, showing his sincerity.
"You are so young, and love will come to you in time. But I am not that love, Legolas. It is easy to get confused and falter along the way. I can not let you act on this urge you have, however. You might think you love me and you may even feel physical desire. It makes sense, for I have been your sole world." Thranduil paused, a long finger rested on his lips while he was deep in thought, and he tried his best to chose the right words so that he would bring no further pain to Legolas.
"We all feel desire, yearning and love for ones that we can not have. And we all have to learn the bitter reality of reason in choosing our actions. Sometimes you have to turn away from a want because we have been given that gift of choice. Your love may be so strong right now but it is not the right course of action, Legolas. My job is to protect you and to guide you. And even though it pains me like no other to push your love away, I must. What kind of parent would I be if I willingly continued to lead you astray?" His voice was soft with concern, gentle and reassuring.
"There is a wide world out there Legolas, and someday you will understand my words. They may seem cold and harsh now, but someday you will experience the real tugs of love on your heart and that one person will love you back. You will find great happiness, I know this."
Tears rolled down Legolas' face at the poignant words his father spoke, words that Legolas knew he needed to hear. Relief washed over his heart at knowing that his father hadn't been repulsed by his actions, and that he still loved him. But his heart was also breaking into pieces.
Thranduil hated hurting his son, but the words he said were true. He could not give Legolas what he wanted. Part of growing up, of aging, was to experience heartache and feeling the bitter pain of knowing your heart's desires being denied. He had surely lived through that with Glorfindel, and now Legolas had to learn these same lessons. Legolas needed to learn that reason is more powerful than love could ever be. It would only be then that he would learn to be in control of his feelings. True love sometimes was not afforded to certain people.
"My son." Thranduil put his arm around Legolas, holding him in a comforting embrace, much like he use to do when he was still an elfling. "I do not want to hurt you. I am truly sorry that I have caused you such pain. You still have my love, for again I stress there is nothing that you could do to ever change that."
He sighed and with such care, he wiped away the tears that rolled down Legolas' face.
"You do not have to join the guards, Legolas. You do not need to keep yourself away from me. I would never want that."
Legolas listened to the words and nodded his head. "No please, allow me to join them. You are right father, I can not act on my feelings. I need to join the guards, please. I need that."
"I understand that Legolas. You still have my permission, but please always remember, I am not pushing you away. You will forever have a place in my heart and a home in my halls. You are special to me like no other, my cherished son."
Silence settled on the room. The two looked at one another, both heartbroken although for different reasons, identical green eyes shimmered with poignant emotions of hurt, of love, and of sadness; both realizing that their interactions with one another would never be the same.
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