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Never without you
Chapter 20: Decisions
Pairing: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: I don’t own so don’t ask
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships. If you have a problem, than I
suggest that you hit the back key now.
Notes: Male pregnancy
/ Thoughts /
: Mindspeak/Telepathy :
Enjoy!
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During the following weeks after the Loríen and the Imladrian
Elves arrival the Mirkwood realm had been cast into a state of flux, over the
fast approaching bonding and wedding ceremony of the Evenstar and the King of
Men.
On many occasions the Elven tailors were at a loss with King
Elassar because he refused to be used as a pin cushion. Elrond and the other
high Elves found the extremely amusing especially when the royal disappeared in
the middle of a fitting.
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Thranduil had secluded himself away from all the activity –
merely stating that Arwen had the run of the palace (within reason of course)
and not to bother him unless it was a dire emergency. However, Legolas knew
better. Since Elrond practically tied him to the bed, Legolas thought a lot
about his Ada.
The first thing Legolas noticed about his mother was
Thranduil’s constant inability to focus. On most days, court was either
postponed or cancelled all together because the king’s mind took frequent
holidays. The second thing that Legolas noticed about his Naneth was his
disinterest in food. Of all the centuries Legolas has been with Thranduil, the
king had always ate at each and every meal, but recently, Thranduil barely
consumed enough to sustain a small animal.
Lastly, was Thranduil’s appearance.
Legolas had seen the haggard looks on his friend, Elladan. The dull eyes,
listless hair, slight body frame, extreme fatigue. All the signs were pointing
in one direction – Thranduil was beginning to fade.
But there was nothing that Legolas could do or was there?
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As the days wore on Tinion was feeling restless. He rarely
saw his lover except during meal time or at night in bed. Even then the only
thing Glorfindel would be interested in was cuddling and going to sleep. With a
heavy sigh Tinion decided it was time to go home.
He had spoken to the Lord and Lady about going home with the
excuse to oversee the protection the Golden wood. Celeborn and Galadriel had
granted him permission (no questions asked) to leave with the exception of
taking Orophin and Rúmil with him. Haldir’s second-in-command welcomed the
brother’s company for the long journey home.
By the end of the day Tinion was packed. He briefly wondered
why Glorfindel had been ignoring him. He didn’t understand how their
relationship dwindled upon arriving here in Mirkwood.
Tinion knew that one day his relationship with Glorfindel
would end for the simple fact he could not commit himself hundred percent; with
the understanding of course because of his bond with his Lord and Lady. The
Vala, Valrë, was present when Tinion pledge his
loyalty to Celeborn and Galadriel upon reaching his Majority.
The elfling would be serving the high-Elves and protecting
the Golden wood until the end of Arda. Tinion would be alone for his immortal
life.
Nighttime descended slowly as the young guardian trekked
back to his room to finish packing following the last meal of the day. He
sighed trying to hold back his tears of loneliness. He went about the room collecting
his weapons for his journey tomorrow.
Fifteen minutes later, Tinion stood in the middle of the
room. Satisfied that everything was secure and ready to be moved into him
saddle packs, Tinion set to relax for the evening by soaking in a tub of hot water
to relieve tired muscles then going to bed. By the time he dried off, brushed
out his hair, and crawled into bed, Tinion was thoroughly exhausted.
The Galadrium slipped into Elven reverie unaware of the
events taking place on the other side of the guest wing.
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“We are sorry, Glorfindel. Truly, we are but Tinion is bound
for all time to us,” Galadriel stated.
Her heart was breaking because she saw the break-up coming
between her guardian and the Balrog-slayer long before they were in a relationship.
She wanted the love affair to end before they were in to deep but her mate put
his foot down and ordered her to stay out of it.
“If there were some other way we would agree to the request,
but as it stands we cannot,” Celeborn added.
Before the Golden flower Lord could say more Celeborn raised
his hand forestalling another argument.
“Elrond will need you in the coming months – soon his
daughter will leave him. Although he is overjoyed that she is getting married
he will despair. The only connection to Celebrían is leaving him to join the
race of Men. You and Erestor as well as the twins will need to aid him through
this difficult time.
Glorfindel stiffened at the Eldars final decision. For the
past week and a half, he had been in meetings with Elrond to discuss matters
about Imladris while its’ Lord had been absent. The situation with his lover
vexed the Balrog-slayer to no end.
While his duty to Imladris and her Lord was without a doubt
a priority, it broke his heart that Tinion was suffering because of it. Too
many nights Glorfindel returned to their bedchambers thoroughly exhausted from
the day. Tinion would all ready be asleep by the time he slipped between the
sheets. On more than occasion Tinion woke during the night in need of his
lover, but Glorfindel had been so tired that he muttered ‘not tonight maybe
tomorrow.’
And as it turned out ‘tomorrow’ would only repeat the
previous night. Again the Lord of the Golden flower found himself staring at
his bedchamber door wishing to somehow undo the neglect that his lover had been
enduring.
After some pain staking moments of thought, Glorfindel
entered his room to find Tinion…
“Gone.”
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“I WANT OUT OF THIS BED, ELROND!”
The dark haired Elf merely raised an elegant brow – amused
by the prince’s infantile behavior.
“And my answer remains unchanged. If you are to have these
babes healthy and safely, Legolas, you are to remain in that bed.”
The Peredhel sighed he could see the hurt and longing in the
azure orbs. Taking the prince’s slender hand into his own delicate ones,
Elrond’s soothing voice filled the private room.
“I’m not going to lie to you Legolas – you won’t make it to
your twelfth month. The birth canal has begun to take shape. This is caused by
the constant stress from Thranduil. Plus you and Haldir were separated to the
point of grief. I’m just surprised that it didn’t happen sooner,” Elrond
explained as best as he could without upsetting his patient any more than
necessary.
“Saes, Elrond, I need to be outside among the tress –
they’re calling.”
Going against his better judgment, Elrond relented. “You may
take a half hour walk, nothing strenuous, provided that either Haldir or
Glorfindel accompany you. Do I make myself clear young Greenleaf?”
Legolas nodded his head enthusiastically. Elrond smiled in
delight over the prince’s shameless display of joy.
“I’m finished with you exam. Is there anything else you need
or wish to discuss with me before I take my leave?”
“Have you seen my Ada?”
Legolas inquired.
Pausing briefly, Elrond actually couldn’t remember the last
time he saw the Mirkwood king. He furrowed his brows together – a frown deepening
further on to his face. Now, as the half-elf thought about it, Elrond realized
that Thranduil has been absent quite a bit. He and Celeborn had been the ones
tending to the arriving guests.
“No, pen-neth, I have not,” Elrond admitted truthfully.
“Since I am to go for a walk I will go visit with my Ada.”
“Very well, I will send Haldir for your walk.”
Unfortunately, Legolas didn’t wait for his mate.
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For some unexplainable reason the passage way to Thranduil’s
chambers seemed cold and unwelcoming. Legolas drew his cloak about him more
securely. Every since he became pregnant the elements effected him.
Elrond replayed that it was common among females to feel
overly hot or extremely cold because their body changed for the baby, and he
should feel normal again after the birth.
At ten months into his pregnancy, Legolas could no longer
walk more than a few feet before huffing to regain an adequate air supply.
Knocking on his Mother’s
door, Legolas had a chill go through him. His personal guard stood off to the
side of the door as he waited for permission to entry. After a minute, Legolas
knocked again thinking Thranduil was busy and did not hear him the first time.
However, another minute went by and the king still has not
acknowledged him.
“Ada? I would
like to visit with you,” Legolas called out opening the door finding it unlock.
(Gasp) “Saes, fetch Lord Elrond. He should be in the healing
wing.”
The guard quickly bowed and dashed out the room. Unbeknown
to the prince a shadow stood in the corner of the room waiting to hear the
challenge.
NOO! HALDIR! RÚMIL,
LET GO! ARAGORN, DON’T DO THIS TO ME! HALDIR! The memory of watching his
beloved fall to the Urak-hai’s blade assaulted Legolas as he rolled Thranduil
from his side to his back.
“I will not lose you, Ada!
Do you hear me, Námo! You cannot have him!” Legolas angrily shouted to the
unseen Vala.
The shadow made itself known. “What would you give Prince
Legolas in exchange for you Mother’s life?”
Startled Legolas snapped his head up to stare believing at
the Vala. Námo stood before him in dark blue robes, his hair free flowing
around him moving river of gold.
“What would you give?” he repeated impatiently.
“My life,” Legolas whispered looking back to the unconscious
Thranduil.
The Vala scoffed. “The ever-so brave warrior of the Green
wood realm – you would condemn your life mate and unborn children to death just
to your Naneth can live?”
Without hesitation Legolas raised his head and proudly said,
“Aye, I would.”
Námo looked incredulously at the pregnant Elf. “Why?” He
wanted to understand the elfling’s reason.
“Haldir and I both know that I might not survive child birth.
Even though our children might live I could still die from the strain, and if
that happens, Haldir will go mad from grief or kill himself to join me in
death. I do not want him to go through that. At least with my Naneth here on
Arda, I know that my children will be well cared for,” Legolas explained still
kneeling beside his oblivious parent. Every so often his stomach would clench
then relax causing Legolas to grimace and take a deep breath.
The higher being clearly saw the love and dedication that the
elfling had for his Mother. He smiled
– Erü’s Will shall be done.
“Very well, pen-neth. I accept your offer, but it is not
your life that I want.”
Leveling a penetrating blue gaze at the Vala, Legolas asked,
“If it is not my life then-” he stopped himself placing a shaking hand on his
expanded middle. “My children.”
Námo shook his head negatively. “You are having more than
one, are you not?” Legolas nodded his head mutely, not trusting his voice. “I
only want one.”
At the very moment his water broke. “Time is of the essence
Greenleaf. What shall it be?”
Tears streamed down Legolas’ face.
One.
He and Haldir would have only one – not two. So many things were
running through his mind: the extra bed would have to be removed from the
nursery as well as the extra furnishings and clothes. Worse, how was his
husband going to handle his decision to keep Thranduil alive and allowing the
Vala to take their babe in his place?
He choked on a sob as it was becoming reality.
“I…I accept.”
Námo smiled with glee. “So be it – one of your children’s
life for King Thranduil.” He faded from view before Legolas had a chance to
change his mind.
No one would know of the bargain he made with the keeper of
Mandos Halls. The door opened with a bang. Elrond rushed in to then to
Thranduil. Celeborn and Haldir assisted Elrond with placing the woodland king
onto the bed.
While they were focused on Thranduil, Legolas slipped out
unnoticed holding his lower abdomen in pain.
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A/N: Well, tell me what you think. Your comments and
suggestions are greatly welcomed.
Nemesis
oOoOo Teaser for
Chapter 21 oOoOo
“You mortal’s assume too much, but no, I am not here for the
prince. I am here for one of his children.”
“You can’t,” Celeborn argued.
Námo smiled. “You have no authority in this matter, Silver
Tree.”
“But why? This will devastate them.”
“The Prince agreed to my terms-” Námo looked up when he
heard the cries of the second elfling in the distance. “If you will excuse me
now, I have a feä to collect.”
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