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The Curse	By : Cassandra_Baudrillard Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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@Raevyn: I have some loose ends to tie, but the twists are coming *cackles* It is going to be a bumpy ride, I tell you!

Chapter 32: Find a way

Haldir literally ran from the Lord's talan to share the news with Legolas, but as he reached home the prince wasn't there.

He rushed to the practice fields then, where indeed the prince stood.

For a moment Haldir lingered, simply admiring his prince as Legolas kept shooting perfect hits. It was amazing, the prince's talent went unrivalled. Even by him.

Haldir smiled then, "You are amazingly skilled my love."

It wasn't typical for Haldir to express such affection in public, not with so many Galadhrim watching.

Duty before everything.

Legolas was the exception to the rule as the Marchwarden approached his partner and kissed him gently, "I spoke to Lord Celeborn."

The prince froze, nervous and unsure whether he truly wanted to know the answer.

Haldir drew him closer, kissing Legolas' lips tenderly, "Legolas, you know I love you…"

A light pout manifested itself on Legolas' lips, but Haldir pressed on, "So much so that even the Lord Celeborn dared not deny me the opportunity to go with you."

The pout deepened, "I understand" before the words truly hit their mark and Legolas' eyes widened, "You are coming with me?"

Haldir smiled, nodding, "I am."

The words were not expected, Legolas had already resigned himself to the fact that it would not be allowed… now that it was, he found himself speechless for what seemed an eternity before he felt overtaken with an excitement he couldn't contain as he kissed Haldir's lips and held him close.

Haldir allowed it, drawing back only to kiss the prince on the top of his head, "Are you nervous? About going home?"

Yes, yes he was nervous.

Legolas nodded, "So much has changed, but I fear the reaction of my people. For all my life there, I was called a disgrace. I wasn't fit to be a royal. I know Ada welcomes me now, but what about them? Will they still believe I'm a slut?"

Haldir took Legolas' hand and lead him away from the rest, gently he cupped his love's face and kissed him gently, "You are the Prince of Mirkwood, beautiful and pure of heart, you are the most amazing archer, you are my love. If anyone questions you, you show them how wrong they are. You show them what all of us here have already seen."

Tears welled up in the prince's eyes as he buried his face against Haldir's chest.

He wanted to believe Haldir, but he could still hear his people gossiping about him, thinking he did not hear it. They called him a whore, a slut, no wonder his father did not want him, every guard must have had him.

Haldir held him, but didn't know what to do. He couldn't undo all that had been said about the prince. Kissing the top of Legolas' head he spoke softly, "Things are different now, your father loves you, I shall be with you and more than that, you are not so helpless anymore. You can be proud of yourself, your heritage and your achievements."

Another sob, but Haldir felt him nod against his chest, "Legolas, it will be alright. They will see, too. Now come on, show me how happy you are that I am coming with you, hm?"

Legolas looked up, red eyes from the tears, before he smiled, "I couldn't do it without you, Haldir."

A light kiss to the chest, to the neck, a soft nip, "I love you Haldir"

The Marchwarden smiled, "I love you too, my prince."

Haldir chuckled at the light frown that came to the prince's face, "Just wait until you are king, my love."

Legolas smiled at that, but Haldir took the lead as he wrapped his arm around the prince, "We must pack. "

Some hours later…

"Are you sure Lord Celeborn agreed you could come?"

Haldir nodded. For perhaps the tenth time. He understood Legolas' doubt more than well however; he hadn't thought the Lord would allow it either.

The Marchwarden smiled then, "Perhaps we should make sure to leave as soon as we are able, then. So as to ensure the Lord cannot change his mind."

Legolas nodded, "We shall leave at the next dawn."

Given the recent attacks, it was more safe to travel in the light and to avoid darkness.

Meanwhile…

"Stoooooooop, no more!"

Elladan's voice was broken and raw, his throat was sore and every muscle in his body was sore.

And Orophin, well Orophin hardly seemed affected as he still pressed tender kisses to Elladan's skin, "Ahh but I thought you wanted to find out how very badly I have been wanting you… and I hardly think I've shown you all of that already."

Elladan pouted, "But please… Three days Orophin!"

Orophin chuckled as he lightly nipped at Elladan's nipple and drew another moan from the Peredhel, "You are going to be the death of me, Orophin. "

Another chuckle, but at last Orophin relented, moving up to lightly kiss Elladan's lips, "Do you still question my passion for you, lirimaer?"

A light blush came to Elladan's cheeks as he shook his head, causing Orophin to grin, "I have seen you in every possible position, had you in any imaginable way…and you blush because I call you lovely?"

The blush deepened, Orophin could tell even though Elladan did his best to hide it, "But you are truly lovely, Elladan, it is about time someone made you see that."

Orophin sat up then, glancing around his talan that looked completely ransacked. Clothes, pillows, and sheets everywhere. Items not to be identified carelessly strewn about the place, "I imagine we should get to getting this place cleaned up…Could you imagine your father's horror if he came by and he found all this?"

By now, Elladan was bright red and seemed immediately rid of his fatigue, "He can't, we must clean this up."

Orophin chuckled, kissing his lover's lips, "Not quite that tired after all, hm?"

A near exasperated sigh left his lover, to where Orophin grinned, "Rest for now, lirimaer, I will wake you after I have cleaned this mess, so that I can devote all my time to cleaning you."

There was a mumble of protest, but Orophin grinned as he watched Elladan lay down all the same.

Perhaps he had put the younger Peredhel through too much.

He shook his head as he stood up and began collecting the sheets before putting them into a large basket. They would be cleaned later.

Being one of the Galadhrim had its perks. Of course, he wouldn't share that information with Elladan – the Half-Elf would be mortified to hear there were maids that were going to clean his sheets.

No, he would keep up appearances.

Gathering the clothes next he tossed those that couldn't be saved into the fire, the rest he neatly folded and stacked.

Did he not feel the ache in his muscles? Sure, but he was used to the pain, relished in it almost.

Besides, this made it that much more fun to tease Elladan for being as sore as he was.

People called him a tease. He was.

Gathering all the 'toys' he discarded them, too. They wouldn't be eating those fruits and vegetables anymore. Finally, he picked up the pillows, bringing them to the bed where he pulled the sheet off of the bed, tossing it in the basket with the other ones, before gently kissing his sleeping beauty, "Wake up, lovely, time for a bath."

A tired grumbling greeted him, but even Elladan could not resist Orophin' charms as the Elf filled the bath with hot water and sweet scented oils before returning to his lover's side, "You know I will carry you there, if you give me no choice."

No answer came, even though a smile played on Elladan's lips, "As you wish."

For some reason Elladan hadn't thought Orophin could do it, could pick him up, but as he did Elladan didn't even think it strange.

It felt normal, as though this had always been the way.

As they bathed, it was Elladan who was first to talk, "What will our future be like?"

That eyebrow rose, it was a family trait it seemed, but Elladan knew it meant he should elaborate, "Legolas, Legolas will at some point have to take the throne. Haldir would go with him, yes? Rúmil will stay with Thranduil. Lothlorien loses two of its guards. I could not ask you to leave, too… could I? Imladris is beautiful, but it is not Lothlorien. I could stay here, aid the Galadhrim and perhaps become a part of them… Sure, I would miss Elrohir, but"

He was silenced by a kiss to his lips, "Things will play out as they will. Sometimes it is best not to plan, for rarely things work out the way we planned them to. Whatever choices we make, whatever it means… we shall be together for it."

It was that simple. At the moment.

Truth be told Orophin did not wish to think about it, his brothers would leave. A prince of Mirkwood could not spend a lifetime away from his home. Thranduil might last for ages to come, with Rúmil, but still Legolas would have responsibilities. In the same way the King could not live here.

He would lose his brothers.

Dare he be so selfish as to rob Elladan of the same thing, just so that he could cling to a fading familiarity?

For them it was easier.

For Haldir was the one whom everyone considered to be Lord Celeborn's successor. There was no other Elf that knew the forest so well and was as skilled in battle as he was.

The Lord would not be eager to let him go.

It was something he and Haldir had spoken of more than once. Something that clouded his brother's mind.

Orophin could in all technicality be missed.

For them it was worse, too, because their fëa had bound.

A light kiss to his jaw drew him from his thoughts as a light smile came to his lips, "We shall all find a way. "

One way or the other.

TBC…
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