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Never without you
Chapter 21: One less
Pairing: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: I don’t own so don’t ask
W A R N I N G: This is about male
pregnancy and male/male relationships. If you have a problem, than I suggest
that you hit the back key now.
Notes: This is not beta-read. Any and all mistakes are mine.
/ Thoughts /
: Mindspeak/Telepathy :
Enjoy!
oOoOoOo
Fleeing past servants and guards and down the stairs of the
main gates, Legolas left the secure comfort of his home. He went to his
favorite spot – a place where he would hide from all his responsibilities as
Crown Prince.
Legolas entered a groove of trees. He walked further in past
the tree line until he reached a clearing. This was the only place in all of Greenwood
that Anar touched with its gentle caress. A small spring of warm water babbled
along the north-west section of the glade. Butterflies and moths shimmered in
small swarms throughout this majestic place.
Slates of smooth stone had formed steps to enter into the
relaxing pool. Bubbles percolated to the surface in a steady stream. The water
was heated from small crevices on the bottom forcing air to the top. Over time,
some of the trees moved to create a solitary burrow for the prince, which was
where he was currently in, since he always fell asleep in their high branches.
The burrow was covered with moss for a lofty feel against
the tough bark of the trees. Hillside grass also grown
inside to make the ‘bedding’ comfortable to lie on. In addition to Arda’s
natural personal touch, Legolas had stored everything that he could possible
need for the entry of his children.
Small sets of clothes were stacked in a curved corner.
Changing cloths were folded next to the clothes. For the last several weeks,
Legolas had been bringing (sneaking actually) things for his babies to his
secret place. Elrond asked him numerous of times if he had been nesting, and at
every single exam he would tell the half-Elf no. The healer wanted to know
about his place, but Legolas was not going to reveal the location to any one
not even his mate.
One day the prince over heard a conversation between Elrond and
Haldir. The lord of Imladris told the Galadrim to keep track of his activities
especially since he began cleaning like a mad elf.
Legolas got comfortable on his ‘bed’ – it wouldn’t be too
much longer now as he deeply breath through his nose and slowly exhaled out his
mouth. His contractions were coming closer together. He cried anew with grief.
He would have one less child to care for.
oOoOoOo
Elrohir slipped on a patch of water in the middle of
Thranduil’s sitting room. Unfortunately, everything he had been carrying flew
up into the air, which included white bed linen, all landing on top of him in
the clear puddle.
Helping his son to his feet, Elrond noticed a footprint trail
leading out of the room.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, Adar. I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.”
“That is quite alright, non-nin. Can you keep an eye on
Thranduil for me? I need to find Haldir.”
“Aye, Adar.”
Elrond dashed out the door glancing up the corridor leading
out of Thranduil’s wing following the wet path. With strength he hadn’t called
upon since his days fighting as a warrior in the Last Alliance, Elrond sprinted through the hallways of Greenwood’s
palace.
oOoOoOo
At the main gate, Galadriel, Celeborn, Haldir, Erestor, and
Glorfindel stood by the Lórien Elves who were departing for Caras Galadhon.
Glorfindel and Tinion was away
form the group so the others could not hear their argument.
“You knew that this would happen, Glorfindel, so do not act
as if our break-up is not something you didn’t foresee.”
“I know meleth-nin…”
“Saes, do not call me that, my lord,” Tinion whispered with tears
in his eyes.
“Glorfindel, you may call me by my name for I am no longer a
lord – just another warrior as yourself,” he said wanting to reach out and take
Tinion into his arms and not let go.
The Galadrim held his tongue about his ex-lover’s station.
No matter what, Glorfindel of Rivendell will always be Glorfindel of Gondolin,
Lord of the Golden Flower.
With one last look, Tinion mounted his horse, his head hung
in sorrow. “May the Valar protect you,” he said as he nudged his mounted
forward.
“Namárie,” Glorfindel responded
watching his ex-lover’s retreating form.
A group of soldiers accompanied Rumil and Orophin as they
followed their broken hearted friend out of the wrought iron gates and out of
sight, into the darkness of Mirkwood’s forest.
Before any of them could comfort the Balrog-slayer, Haldir
swayed on his feet, stumbling back into the passageway as Lord Elrond rushed
out just in time to catch the guardian.
The others watched as Elrond gently laid Haldir on the
marble steps leading in the foyer. Celeborn took a step toward them but halted.
The realm (at least the forest) was dead quiet. He turned to the trees asking
them why they were silent, but he received naught an answer.
Then an anguish cry disturbed the eerie quietness.
Again the high-Elf asked why there was no life echoing
around them again he was only met with stillness. The forest, it seems to want
to keep a secret.
“Legolas,” Haldir gasped. “He’s in labor.”
Erestor aided his lord with the Galadrim. Meanwhile, Glorfindel
with sword drawn headed into the towering Greenwood
but was stopped by Celeborn. His blue eyes burned with fire. None of them never
ever had seen the lord of the Golden wood so angry. He then turned to his mate,
not even when Serégon was trying to cause problems.
“Meleth-nin,” he said giving his
attention to his beautiful wife. “Unbind me-”
“Celeborn, no, if I do that…” Galadriel couldn’t finish. Her
words died on her quivering pale lips. Water gathered in her eyes. Her family
was falling apart and there was nothing she could do to prevent it from
happening.
The Lord took his Lady’s delicate soft hands into his larger
ones – rubbing gently circles on the back with his thumbs.
“Galadriel, our son, our other son is out there alone,
trying to bring elfling into the world. Elrond and I must help him. The forest
will not speak and refuse to tell me where Legolas is hiding – there is no
other way.”
Galadriel stared into smoldering silver-blue orbs. “May the
Valar protect us from this great and terrible power beholden unto you,
Celeborn, son of Caladhon.”
Light engulfed him. Celeborn’s eyes glowed. Liquid blue
melted into icy white just as his hair. A small tunnel of wind whipped up out
of nowhere sending specks of energy into the sky like Gandalf’s fireworks. The
explosion caused those present to shield their eyes from Celeborn’s awesome
release of power. As the wind blew it stirred the dust at his feet making his silver-grey
robes bellow from around his lithe form.
The Elven lord took a step in the direction of the forest.
The ground rumbled. The earth cracked – a fissure tore through into the edge of
the tree line. The trees groaned and bowed before the lord, apologizing for not
giving the knowledge he asked for; however, the forest realized its mistake too
late. The First born walk among them, livid beyond all repair for their
silence, and now the ancient trees must do what it can to repent for its
calamitous transgression.
Celeborn’s wrath was unleashed.
“WHERE.IS.PRINCE.LEGOLAS?”
oOoOoOo
An hour passed.
Then another.
Two hours since Legolas contractions began and still no
babies to show for all the pain he was now going through.
/Haldir is going to paying for this!/
Legolas thought with venom as another contraction laced up spine.
Now the prince was wishing he didn’t leave the security of
the palace or his mate. Oh, by the Valar! Haldir must be worried sick? But
Legolas couldn’t face him.
Especially after the bargain he made with Námo. Legolas just
pray that his husband would forgive him, someday.
The Vala stood quietly in the
middle of the clearing hearing the anguish cries of Legolas. /Not much longer
pen-neth/ he thought as he sensed Celeborn moving swiftly though the dense
column of tress with Elrond the others following close behind him.
oOoOoOo
Subtle movement from the prone elf caught Aragorn’s
attention s he was helping a servant change the bed linen.
After dismissing everyone from the room, Aragorn went to his
brother’s side.
“Elladan, can you hear me?”
“Saes, stop yelling,” Elladan
croaked. It had been nearly three weeks since the attack and his throat was dry
and rough from the lack of use.
“Praise the Valar that you’re all
right.”
“Wh-what happened?” Elladan managed weakly.
Aragorn startled a look at his brother. “I was hoping you
could tell me.”
“I’m sorry Estel but my memory is
somewhat…cloudy.”
The king of Gondor nodded mutely as he helped the Peredhil
drink a cup a tea. The tea was of Elrond’s making with a sleeping draught and
pain-killer blended together.
“Ugh! What in the name of the Valar is this crap? It tastes
like warg piss.”
Aragorn gave a hardy laugh. “It’s called tea and it helps
your body heal. This is what we’ve been giving you while you were unconscious.”
“Well, whoever made this stuff need to do something about
the bloody taste,” Elladan argued, gagging on the bitter foul tasting liquid.
“I’ll make sure to inform Adar to try to improve on the
taste,” Aragorn replied wiping the tears from his eyes.
“You…do…that.”
Elladan yawned. His eye lids heavy
with sleep again – letting Aragorn know that the potion was fast working.
And the older Peredhil twin was asleep.
oOoOoOo
Elrond ran past Celeborn when he heard Legolas’ pained sob
with Haldir close on his heels. They reached the open lit clearing with no sign
of the prince.
“LEGOLAS!”
“Prince Legolas!”
The elf in question grunted in response to his name being
called. Haldir felt the bond between them pulse before fading.
Námo watched with curious eyes as
the First borns search for the royal. His breath caught as he spotted the
Silvan elf Lord. He couldn’t leave because he needed to collect the child;
however, if you stayed Celeborn would see him without a doubt. The elder was
gifted to see any of the Valar while they were on Arda. What was Erü thinking
when he was passing out that particular gift?
The Vala eyes went back to burrow.
The half-Elf found Legolas his in cubby. There was enough
space in it for him and Haldir to fit. The small living place was set-up like a
miniature bedchamber. Branches extended out to hang things from. Small little
holes in the trunk of the trees could hold items.
Quickly, Elrond went about preparing for the delivery of new
life for he didn’t have time to admire the work and care the trees went into making
the prince comfortable.
While Elrond left to collect other items around the groove
that will aid him with Legolas’ labor, Haldir maneuvered himself behind his
husband, gently stroking his swelled stomach and kissing his temple.
“Why did you leave, meleth-nin?”
“I don’t need you here, Haldir.”
Since the Marchwarden was sitting
behind his mate, Legolas missed the hurt expression on Haldir’s face.
“Females birth alone all the time, meleth,” Legolas
continued talking not knowing how much his earlier statement hurt his mate.
“Aye, but you’re no female,” Haldir said still upset.
Elrond returned just in time as another contraction began.
“Ahh!”
Legolas cried. “Saes, I want them out. Now!”
“Elrond, help him!”
The Lord of Imladris ignored both elves. He helped birth
both of them into the world and their mother’s acted the same way. Elrond
propped Legolas’ knees up and pushed back his robe in order to see the birthing
canal.
Surprised couldn’t describe the look on Elrond’s countenance
as the first baby was all ready crowning.
Moving into position between the prince’s
bent legs, the healer turned up the cuffs of his dark blue robe and called out
for Erestor to stand by to receive the first efling.
oOoOoOo
Too much in a daze to notice Celeborn or anything else,
Glorfindel simply stood next to the entrance of Legolas’ hidden alcove. Námo
stayed in the shadow of the trees for as long as possible but it didn’t do any
good.
Celeborn glanced back to others only to realize that they
couldn’t see what he was seeing and right now he was seeing the Doorsman: Námo.
He walked right up to the Vala.
“Since I am the only one who can see you, I am to assume
you’ve come for my son’s mate?”
“You mortals 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.”
The Vala faded from view as
Celeborn briskly walked back to his sons. He had to let them know of the Vala’s
will.
oOoOoOo
“Okay, Legolas, the only thing I want you to do is push one
last time for me,” Elrond instructed.
Legolas huffed. Sweat beaded down his face from his
strenuous ordeal. Silently, Haldir held his hand, wishing that this was over.
However, the Marchwarden felt through the bond that something was wrong – his
husband was still in far much pain. He opened his mouth to question Elrond, but
a bright blinding glow made Haldir and Legolas close their eyes. They could no
longer see Elrond, yet they could still hear his calm, gentle voice.
Not knowing about the light behind him, Elrond helped the
next elfling into the world. He was about to announce arrival of the couple’s
last child until he realized that the babe was not breathing. The healer was
prepared to revive the elfling but another figure reached out for her.
“Your efforts will be wasted, pen-neth.” Námo cradled the
child to his chest from unresisting hands keeping a spell on the royal couple
not to notice what was happening. “As far as they know they only had two
children.”
“I knew and yet…” /I said nothing/ Elrond thought
remembering the third heart beat when he examined Legolas a few months back.
“They were to never know of this, Elrond. I made sure the
third elfling was never revealed to them.”
Just then Celeborn stood behind the Vala, but he was too
late. Before any one of them could protest, Námo vanished from sight with the
elfling.
“Elrond?” Haldir called out
uncertain of the light that had blinded him.
The healer simply went about disposing of the afterbirth.
“Legolas is fine as is your sons,” Elrond whispered unable to look the guardian
in the eyes.
Haldir suspected that the half-Elf was keeping something
from him but decided to investigate it later, once Legolas and his children
were back at the palace and properly settled.
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: Wow! Can you believe that? The babies are finally here!
But what’s this? Námo took one. Did anyone guess what happened? No? Well, stay
tuned for the next chapter to find out.
Nemesis
oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 22 oOoOo
“Don’t become to attached, my dear” Námo warned his wife as
they walked together.
“Oh, but she’s joy!” Sadden that she couldn’t keep the babe.
“Weep not, meleth-nin,” Námo said bending down to kiss his
mate. “Tears does not suite you.”
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