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The Returned	By : Liliana Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Please note that the disclaimer and warnings for this story are given at the begining of the first chapter.
Author Notes: It has been all I can do to find the time to type up my scribbles, so I apologize for the lenght between updates and for not acknowledging you individually for your kind reviews.
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CHAPTER 18:
The pale, yet strong hands holding the letter trembled, causing the parchment to rustle with a nearly imperceptible sound that would have remained unheard to all, but elven ears.
{ Alive... He is alive!. }
Eyes the color of brilliant summer leaves looked back down at the words written in the elegant tengwar script. And as they did so, the first of many tears fell in a drop that caused the black ink to gently feather into the light background of the paper...
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" I am going, adar. With, or without your permission."
Thranduil Oropherion, King of the diminished realm that had come to be known as Mirkwood, stood inside the bedchamber of his only son watching grimly as the prince hapzardly shoved some spare clothing into a travelling pack. He had read the letter that Legolas had held out with a shaking hand. A letter that like the one Elrond Half-elven had sent to him, gave first the joyous news of Erandir's return, before going into a delicately-worded description of his present condition.
It was this that worried the King. He knew that his son was not giving any consideration to the implicit warnings in the noldorin lord's missive. It was as if he had simply stopped reading, after the words that said Erandir was alive. Nothing else mattered. And Thranduil feared what would happen when Legolas met again with the one who was once his bethrothed. Yet he knew as well that if word ever reached him of his own long-lost queen somehow being found alive he, too, would stop at nothing to reach her side. The King sighed softly, running a hand through his pale, golden hair. Hair that legolas had inherited, along with his sire's strong will.
" Nay, ion. I will not forbid you to go. But you will not leave without proper escort."
The King walked over to his heir and gently grabbed hold of his shoulders, until the much-younger elf stood facing him. Legolas looked up at his sire, feeling tears well anew as he saw the compassion in Thranduil's eyes. With a ragged sigh, the prince let himself be drawn into the arms that had comforted him since he was an elfling.
" Adar..." He whispered.
" I know, ion nin."
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That had been five days past. And now, after an uneventfull trek through the forest, the prince and his escort reigned their mounts at the very edge of Mirkwood's northwestern border. Ahead of them, they could see the looming peaks of the Misty Mountains and before them, the Old Forest Road that led to a pass cutting across that majestic chain. It was a dangerous route, but one that offered the quickest way to reach the hidden valley ruled by Elrond peredhel. His green eyes verily ablaze by fierce determination, Legolas gave the signal to move out of the protective cover of the trees and onto the open plains...
As they rode out, the prince reflected on the incredible gift he had just been blessed with. When word had reached him, nearly a century ago, of the vicious attack against the Lady Celebrian and her escort, Legolas had known in his heart that Erandir was among those who had fallen. And his despair had been such that unable to face a world without his beloved, he had shut himself away in his rooms. There he had linguered, feeling his life-force ebb away, until death was all but imminent.
Strange that neither the pleas of his adar, nor those of his close friends, could get through his mourning stupor. Nay, it had been the tale told to him of how the twin sons of Celebrian were wreaking their vengeance upon the foul orcs that had finally caused the blood in his veins to quicken once more.
Vengeance...
Vengeance for his lost love. Vengeance for the shadow that had come to fall over his woodland home.
It seemed that he had been engaged in one long battle ever since. He had buried his grief, along with his many happy memories of Erandir, immersing himself in his duties as a warrior instead. And soon, his name came to be as feared as those of the twins. Yet nothing could fill the dark void left in his heart. Not the dying throes of the orcs he slayed, not even the knowledge that by his actions he kept his people safe.
But all that changed with the letter from Lord Elrond. The words contained within that parchment were a miracle that offered salvation from the half-existence he had been leading and Legolas, riding high on the wave of hope, allowed himself to once again remember his beloved...
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He had been making his way back to the caverns after a grueling training session with his weapons instructor, when he spotted the figure indolently resting among the lower branches of a stately old Beech tree. The fall of dark tresses spilling over the elf's shoulders marked him as one of the Noldor. While the sturdy clothing he was wearing identified him as a messenger from Imladris. And so the sheltered prince, hungry for news of the outside world, decided to approach.
" Mae govannen. I see you have found one of my favorite places." He said, then silently berated himself for such a banal opening.
" This tree beckoned a weary traveller to take respite upon its welcoming branches." A deep, yet utterly melodious voice responded. " Yet I will gladly find another spot to while away the time, meldir, rather than deny it the obvious pleasure of your company." The elf finished, with a warm smile.
Slate-blue eyes looked down at him and Legolas found himself mesmerized by the sparkling good humor within them that so bellied their stormy color.
{ He is teasing me... }
On the heels of that thought, he realized that the elf did not know whom he was addressing, for he had spoken with no regard to rank. And the prince, who had grown up always feeling the invisible barrier that subtly separated him from all others except his adar, found this new casualness to be intoxicating. A light blush colored his cheeks as he smiled back.
" Nay, meldir. Twas not my intention to chase you away." He said, shyly. " Though if rest and relaxation is what you seek, you might want to try the hot springs that bubble not too far from here."
The elf's smile grew wider and Legolas became very aware of the pleasing shape of those lips. Then the Noldor dropped gracefully from his perch, coming to land almost uncomfortably close, and the prince's blush deepened.
" These hot springs sound enticing indeed. Dare I hope to presume that you would be willing to take me there?." The elf asked, cocking one eyebrow impudently.
The prince felt a fluttering sensation in his stomach and suddently he knew, without a doubt, that this elf was about to change his life forever.
Then he realized that he had yet to learn the Noldor's name...
TBC...
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