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Oh, Sorrow	By : narcolinde Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction based on The Lord of the Rings series written by JRR Tolkien.I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of its characters, settings, or scenes. No money of any kind is earned through this story.

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TA 2917, Imladris

"I have been waiting for you a very long time."
"Indeed?" Elladan was startled; he didn't know this ellon. Did he? He scanned the fair features, lithe limbs, golden hair. A sense of familiarity inundated his mind, but he could not call up the memory with his desire rising. Mayhap he'd had him in Lorien. I would surely remember that. No matter, the mystery would resolve itself later. For now he would play along and encourage this quaint seduction. "How long?"

"A little more than two hundred fifty years," laughed Legolas. "Not much according to your lifetime, but it is almost the whole of mine." He peered at Elladan closely; he didn't seem to know him at all and while that was disconcerting in many ways, it also presented the possibility of a clever prank that would definitely avenge the oversight.

"Then, let me cause you no further inconvenience. Come." Elladan held out his hand and instantly long slender fingers blanketed his palm. He closed his around them and drew the ellon to his side; he was even more magnificent in the full light of the blazing fire. Together they exited the Hall, unconscious of the sudden hush that followed them out or by the volley of murmuring voices that arose once they'd gone, all of which normally Elladan liked to acknowledge. Tonight his every nerve was attuned only to his partner and eagerly he guided him through the house toward the back stairs.

He soon found that the connection of their conjoined hands was not enough and before they'd traversed half the corridor, Elladan groped him and kissed him all at once, tongue and hands lewdly exploring. He tasted fully the richness of the willing mouth while one hand burrowed down tight leggings and the other teased sensitive ears. The force of his advance crushed Legolas against a wall and held him there so that all he could do was grab on to Elladan's tunic and cling for dear life. There was much squirming and muffled squealing and at last Elladan broke the kiss to see what his hand had found, grinning and exhaling a loud sigh of appreciation. He stroked the resilient organ and rejoiced in the gasp of delight this raised.

"Something of beauty," he whispered in hushed and husky fervour, leaning in to steal another kiss.

"Nay, nay, not like this, not here." The gentle reproof was breathless and frantic and more than a little exasperated. ""Tis unseemly."

Elladan looked up from the sensuous lips that had just uttered this chastisement to find imploring eyes trained upon him and immediately dropped his gaze, ashamed, heat and colour flushing his face uncomfortably. Quickly and carefully he removed his hand from the leggings and took an awkward step back, glancing up and down the hallway to be sure none were watching, then found it impossible to meet those sapphire eyes. He stared at the fingers wrapped round his forearm instead and murmured: "Forgive me, I got rather overwhelmed and carried away." The slender digits let go his sleeve and raised his chin; he smiled to find himself the object of compassionate examination.

Legolas came forward into the small space opened between them and filled it, not satisfied with just a kiss, though he took that softly and sweetly, pressing the full length of his body against Elladan, finding he yearned for the sensation of the hard, strong warrior covering him. Elladan's hands came and settled at his waist to hold him with perfect modesty and Legolas shook with the thrill that ran through his bones. "Ai Valar," he whispered, "just get me to a private place."

Elladan was glad to do so, taking him by the hand again and leading him rapidly up the stairs, neither of them speaking a word. Finally they reached his rooms and no sooner had the door latched behind them then he resumed his ravishing attention, this time stripping off his lover's tunic and ripping open the soft silk shirt, tasting and partaking of warm resilient skin and ardent lips that met his with equal abandon. He caressed smooth apricot flesh and thumbed bright scarlet nipples, firm and erect. He felt the power in shoulders and arms trained to wield the bow, dipped his head and nipped at the elegant length of the archer's neck, fondled an ear, all in silence save the struggle to gather sufficient oxygen to fuel his mounting ardor, all while resisting the attempts his partner made to uncover him in turn.

Elladan wanted control and would order things as he desired, taking as given his right to do so, the idea so ingrained it never entered his mind consciously. Later, perhaps, he would permit his lover greater freedom. All the while he pushed and tugged him toward the sofa, toppling him over the upholstered arm rest onto it, and there opened the leggings and freed the lovely organ he'd handled covertly in the hallway. Grinning, he leaned low and lapped daintily at its pinnacle while the nearly naked elf writhed and moaned and sank those elegant fingers into his hair.

"Oh, will you not do more?" he panted in desperation, trying to prod and persuade the mouth to sink lower and devour him, and at once regretted his demands. The attention ceased and he looked to find a most predatory expression evaluating him. His heart gave a stumbling squeeze of misgiving and he made an ineffectual effort to get some distance between them, scooting back on the cushions which in fact only made him more accessible. "Elladan."

"You want more?" Elladan crooned in seductively dangerous tones, straightening as he lifted one of the long, lean legs and pulled of the soft leather boot at the end, sliding silk hose away until the slender foot was exposed. He held it by the ankle a moment and stared, amazed that even this utilitarian aspect of his lover's body was so erotic. He hurriedly uncovered its twin and then parted the legs, coming in between them to grip the red erection. A low cry and a spontaneous thrust of the archer's hips greeted this manoeuvre and he laughed. "You want more." Grasping the stiff organ, he pulled up and with a frantic curse the rump lifted so that his free hand was able to jerk the leggings down enough to bare everything to the knees. He fondled tender balls and squeezed.

"Elladan!"

He let go to untie his leggings and expose his rigid cock, fisting it and pumping it so that clear beads welled at its tip and ran down to be smeared over the velvety flesh. The golden ellon's eyes were locked on it, lips parted and breath suspended. Elladan grunted and thrust into his hand, wanting to shove his penis between those ruby lips, and at once their eyes met. It was impossible to resist the urge overtaking them both and Elladan grabbed Legolas at the hips and deftly flipped him over, almost immediately mounting him, face suddenly astonished and then wickedly jubilant. He lunged into the warm, wet channel, tore through the thin membrane of the hymen, and raised a shout of pain and stunned shock that exhilarated him.

In and out he rocked, groaning and grunting his pleasure, caring not at all if he was giving the same for it was too good, too exciting to be the first to do this to such an incredibly beautiful ellon. Abruptly he retreated from the narrow opening and realigned himself, thrusting forcefully into the anus this time, and the shriek that arose from his prey turned him wild-hearted and primitive. He redoubled the power of his penetrating force and held the slim form still beneath him, fingers digging in, and watched in fascination as his erection advanced and retreated, spearing him over and over.

He owned this body struggling to accommodate his invasive copulation, owned this person body and soul, flesh and spirit, blood and bone down to the marrow of him as no other ever would. The realisation was exhilarating beyond any previous experience Elladan had ever known and he couldn't last under such circumstances. He came with a resounding shout of triumph, a shuddering brilliance surrounding him so he didn't even know if the ellon had followed him into ecstasy. When his vision cleared, Elladan laughed in victorious joy and pulled out, turned his love over and kissed him, more hungry than before, gratified and proud to spy a creamy smear coating the flat belly. He lapped it up greedily.

"Now, you are mine," he announced, surveying the dazed face and the dreamy eyes with pleased and possessive happiness. He pulled the sagging leggings off the rest of the way and threw them aside.

"Yours," repeated Legolas, lungs heaving, eyes fixed on the compelling and comely face, so smug and exultant. Yet he smiled, for nothing less had he hoped to see and to see it he had travelled a thousand leagues and more in defiance of his father and the law of his decree. In so doing he was exiled, but so he had been since the day Elladan left him; exiled among his own people beneath the trees of the forest he loved. "Yours, as ever I have been," he murmured.

Warmth filled Elladan's heart to hear this and he gathered Legolas up in his arms, kissed him as lean arms encircled his neck, and made for the bedroom, there tossing him atop the quilts. He stripped without preamble or preening and climbed in beside him, propped himself on an elbow to observe more closely the prize he'd won.

"You have a name, melethron vain (beautiful lover)?" He whispered the query, mesmerised by the light in the vivd blue eyes. Even as he watched, the expression transformed into surprised and anguished disbelief.

"Ai, Elladan, do you really not know me, even now?" Legolas pouted and moved away a little, but the fun of the joke left him as worry entered in. What if he truly did not remember?

"I do … I think," stammered Elladan, deeply chagrined for himself and his mate. Mate! The term rose up as a truth he could not deny, no more did he wish to, and instantly he was certain. "Ai, Legolas, it is you!"

"Who else?" demanded Legolas, feigning a huff, for now he saw Elladan knew him completely and was relieved. "Ai, Elladan, did you really forget me?"

"Never, never!" insisted Elladan and kissed him hard, cinched steely arms about him and rolled to the side so they lay facing one another, comfortable and content. Then he took his time to survey the changes time had wrought upon his beloved. His fingers touched upon an old scar at the left shoulder, puckered and white. Instantly he searched for its counterpart on the left thigh and found it, the colour still dark maroon as though it had only healed a month ago. "You have grown up. When last I saw you, it was that awful night in Greenwood. You were but a child then, so weary and ill and pale, and I scarcely recognise you now."

"You have not changed in the least," Legolas said softly, stroking the face he remembered in exacting detail and allowing his hand to move where his eyes led it, touching shoulders and mapping the broad chest where dark nipples were hard and tight, drifting lower over firm abdominal muscles where a thin track of fine black hair directed his exploration into the thick mass of damp curls and the impressive organ that had just torn him open and sent him soaring into pleasures heretofore unknown. He watched Elladan as he handled the heavy cock and lightly palmed the silky sac, rolling the testicles within it carefully. Elladan grunted and shifted closer as he began to fill and harden, Legolas' body responding in kind.

"Do you like what you see?" Elladan asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it aloud, but nearly at once he didn't care for the friction was sweet. He rocked in time with it and settled his hand over Legolas', training the motion to his preference. "Oh, good, so good."

He rolled to his back and watched Legolas stroke him, encouraging the masturbation with deep moans and long sighs and a sudden twitch of his cock that clearly pleased and surprised his mate. Elladan grinned and sat up, grabbed Legolas and kissed him and pressed him down as he parted the slender legs and took him again. If anything he was more ravening than the first time and yet claimed him slowly, deliberately, emphasising his mastery and documenting the reaction raised by every move he made.

"Do you like it, Legolas? Is it good for you?"

He was not displeased to find Legolas could not answer beyond a luxurious moan, lost in the sensations overtaking him. He stayed in the tight warm hole and worked the archer's penis in time with his thrusts, pushing him toward orgasm, eagerly watching as it overtook him suddenly, and then he pitched himself violently into bliss after him. They lay still for some minutes, remaining conjoined, and parted only to settle in one another's arms, content and comfortable. Elladan felt peace gather in his soul and sighed, kissing the source of this healing, then hugged him, then gazed long into the azure eyes.

"I can scarcely believe you are here with me."

"It has been my one goal since that night."

Elladan stared at him in wonder; how had he known then, in the midst of such adversity and suffering, that the bond would hold so true? He had not been as certain. Indeed, he had listened to the counsel of his father, his brother, his grandparents, all of whom had told him to forget Legolas. He had succeeded, in part, devoting himself to the vow and employing it to vent his frustration and rage. But the memories never left, returning in reverie to haunt and torment him, and truly Elladan had come to believe that Legolas was dead and he grieving unto a slow death by fading.

Legolas smiled, seeing this painful quandary flood Elladan's eyes. "You are a conundrum, Elladan o Imladris," he asserted, tracing his fingers across the high forehead and down the smooth cheek to drift amid the ebony locks falling all around them.

"Me? Nay. I was just thinking that very thing about you." He imitated the caresses, finding he loved the texture of the golden mane and carried the handful he held to his nose, inhaling the faintly smoky remnant of a campfire.

"Well do I know it, but my situation is simplicity itself to comprehend." Legolas watched this small act of devoted exploration and felt a powerful surge of love sweep through him. He shuffled nearer, suddenly as amazed as Elladan that he was here in his arms. He nuzzled against the broad bare chest and sighed as lips compressed against his head.

"Yes? Enlighten me, beloved."

"You came upon me little more than a heartbeat from death and claimed my very soul for your own. It was you or Námo, beloved. I think I made the right decision to cling to the hope of the strong argent light that comprises your feä."

"Ai, Legolas."

"'You must live for me; I cannot bear to lose you to such an end.' To that I have held, believing in my heart that you were waiting for me. Thus you captured me, Elladan, snatching my spirit back from its flight, for I was following her. Yet, she is not in Mandos and my end would have been hers: consumed by Darkness. Had you not bound me to you, I would have truly been lost." He said it quietly and without embellishment, but there was no denying that the words contained the essence of his existence, the definition of his life and fate.

"I felt it," Elladan conceded with a shiver, recalling the scene vividly. It was this that had united them: both their mothers were taken by Shadow, though for Celebrian there was hope for renewal of her spirit in Aman. For Legolas' mother, no such healing was possible and she was lost forever. He shuddered, thinking anew how near Legolas had come to the same end, and the embrace of the archer's lean arms comforted him. "I know now; I was directed to Greenwood solely for the purpose of saving you and thus myself. I have only been waiting for the passing of the years until you came of age to make your own determination of what your place in the world would be. Ah, such difficult years," he whispered, watching the play of emotions flashing through the blue eyes, changing the intensity of their colour from sunlit summer sky to dark indigo, and knew they had not been as completely without doubts as Legolas might claim.
And no wonder, since I left him there alone. "You cannot know how I have worried. I have thought of you every day since then, and ever have you looked as you did then. You were in such pain and I have never been so helpless, so useless!"

"Nay, do not speak of it, beloved," implored Legolas, hands moving to cover the lips that awoke such frightful memories. They kissed again and he snuggled closer, so relieved and glad to be with Elladan, and rested his ear against the broad chest, inhaled deeply the scent of his mate. "Alas, did none of my efforts to send news reach you?" he sighed and lifted his head to see the answer, which was negative. "I thought as much since no word ever came to me from you, either. I am sorry for that."

"It was not your doing or mine," Elladan corrected him, softly stroking the golden hair and running the strands through his fingers. "I see that you are well now and that will have to be enough for me, though to have had a letter written by your hand would have given me both joy and hope."

"Aye, for me also. I had to pretend to forget about you, Elladan. I could not bear the contention between me and Adar. He would not hear your name and forbade any reference to that day. He even refused to speak my mother's name. He still does not."

"Ai, that is a sign of the depth of his sorrow," sighed Elladan, realising now that he had been unfeeling in his judgement of the Sindarin King. How would he manage if Legolas were… Instantly his heart froze and he blocked the thought from resolving, unconsciously grabbing the archer close in a crushing embrace.

"What is it?" Legolas hugged him back, heart pounding in time with the wild beat thundering through Elladan's pulse.

"Nothing, beloved. I think I understand him better now, your father, for I do not think I could survive if…" and he couldn't speak the words.

"You will never face that," Legolas propped himself on an elbow to gaze into the troubled grey eyes, seeing there the half-healed wounds engraved upon Elladan's soul. "We have both lost someone precious and irreplaceable," he said solemnly. "We have been through fire and survived it, the two of us. It is enough sorrow for two lifetimes; now Vairë will be gentle with our weary hearts. We are to know joy, you and I, and I will make you whole again even as you will restore me."

Elladan smiled, believing this utterly since it was the absolute truth for Legolas, and pulled his mate down to him, rolled atop him, sealed their mouths together. He made love to him slowly and carefully, filled with gratitude and wonder, knowing that he was the archer's first and only lover and wanting to give him the fullness of pleasure. Their union was of a nature beyond the physical gratification of his previous encounters, but Elladan was in the habit of taking from his lovers whatever they were willing to give and truly did not comprehend what was happening. Legolas was inclined to deliver over whatever Elladan required, his love and desire knowing no bounds save to heal the broken places his soul touched upon in his mate's fëa. Their joy was supplemented by this exchange of light, Elladan receiving, Legolas giving each time they coupled. The evening grew older and at length Legolas was fatigued beyond exhaustion.

"I am worn out," he admitted sheepishly when questioned. "Ai, and sore! No one mentioned that to me."

"Did they not?" Elladan chuckled and held him close, aglow with light that was not his own before, all trace of the rancour and despondency wrought by his allegiance to the vow expunged. He relished the warmth of the supple body beneath him, the insight that it was Legolas who had healed him filling his heart with jubilance and he kissed his languid lover fiercely. "Oh, what a grace it is to have you here, my own love, here in my bed, in my heart, in my life forevermore!" he declared fervently. There was no response and he realised Legolas was limp in his arms and suddenly drew back, finding him drifting into reverie, for so he deemed it. "Rest, beloved, and I will go forth to retrieve something to soothe your discomfort."

He rose from the bed and covered himself in a long robe, glancing once more at the glorious ellon before leaving the room, as though to reassure himself this was all really happening, smiling in giddy happiness to see his mate lying there spent and resplendently debauched. He was halfway to the main stairway of the house before Legolas' eyes drifted shut and his depleted body dropped into a deathly dormancy.

On the landing he hesitated. He could certainly go to his father and ask for what he required, but Elladan balked at that, unwilling to endure the reproving grimace Elrond tried but never could completely stifle. His disapprobation was always silent, but it stung nonetheless and Elladan had no desire to suffer it tonight. Instead, he would go out to the House of Healing and procure the salve from the general stores, having no wish to go prowling in the barracks infirmary either. Too many people would be watching for him and for the first time in many long centuries Elladan did not want to share anything about his new lover.

That is because he is no mere lover, but my own mate.

Thinking it made his heart glow with happiness and he smiled, hastening toward the front door so that he might the sooner return to the bonding-bed. Even as his hand lifted to grasp the handle, the door was pushed open from without to reveal Elrohir and Arador on the front stoop, the former tired and aggravated, the latter still angry and still complaining loudly.

"No welcome, is that the hospitality Imladris extends to the Dúnadan? A salute at the borders meant for you and not so much as a brief greeting from your stern and haughty seneschal who…" The man's voice died away as he beheld Elladan standing there when the portal swung wide, and then his brow clouded, taking in the deshabille of the elder twin. He raised a pointing hand accusingly. "I see you have lost no time beginning your revelries."

"Arador, you might wish to mind that wayward tongue of yours tonight," Elladan warned, though he was too happy to take the man's absurd chiding seriously. He moved to embrace Elrohir only to find his brother gaping at him with mouth ajar. "Elrohir, what ails you?"

"Muindor, what have you done?" Elrohir demanded, seeing plainly the newly made bond in the star-shot grey eyes, his brother's elvish light bursting with vitality. Instantly his mind ran back to the night Elladan admitted he had made his choice to forevermore remain among the First-born and the bond enjoined then; misgivings filled his heart. It could not be. "What have you done?"

"Elrohir, it is the most wondrous thing," Elladan began to divulge the source of his joy but his brother cut him off.

"Who is it?" he demanded sharply, dreading the answer, knowing that Elladan could not have kept such a secret from him, could not have courted a mate and kept it hidden. He ran through the catalogue of every elf his brother had bedded over the long centuries of their vow but none seemed likely candidates for so permanent a union. There was only one person Elladan had ever treasured to that degree. The name was on his lips even as Elladan spoke it.

"Aye, your insight is true; it is Legolas!" Elladan announced with such exuberant delight that his aura expanded in brilliant sparks of golden splendour. He went on without noticing his brother's incredulous displeasure. "He was here waiting for me, Elrohir, and he's in my rooms right now, sleeping like the dead," here he chuckled half in pride, half in self-conscious embarrassment to be boasting, "and I'm off to get something soothing to ease the soreness. He is…"

"The child of the woods?" Elrohir broke in, scarcely able to believe what he was hearing, though it was the answer he'd expected. "Elladan, this is madness! He cannot possibly join in our quest."

"A youth?" Arador exclaimed, shocked on two counts. "Am I to understand you have taken as mate a male and a youth at that?" The scandalised Chieftain was ignored.

"I would not ask him to do so," Elladan countered quietly. "Being my mate doe not mean he must swear the vow that we have sworn."

"Then you mean to break our oath," Elrohir accused. He took a step away and crossed his arms over his heart, the air between them filling with tension.

"I do not mean to do any such thing and I'll ask your apology for suggesting it," Elladan demanded, standing tall and drawing the robe more fully over his body. He waited, but silence reigned.

"You cannot have it both ways," Elrohir finally blurted out contemptuously. "Either he joins us or you remain at his side and abandon our cause. Which is it to be?"

"Neither!" Elladan shouted, confused and upset for he had not had time to think about any of this, too consumed in the joy of the bond. "How can this be your response to the greatest joy my heart has ever known?"

"Ai Elbereth!" Elrohir hissed under his breath, shaking his head in dismay. "It is impossible! He cannot be more than three hundred or so; what can he know of life or love? He will not be able to sustain the bond and then what of your heart? Am I to lose you to Mandos once this woodland prince finds his soul was not quite so tightly knitted to yours after all and deserts you?"

"Daro!" Elladan could barely contain his ire, deeply hurt to hear such disparagement of his beloved. "You will take back those words now if you love me at all," he demanded. "You know nothing of Legolas and your criticism is inexcusable."

"What is inexcusable is your abrogation of our compact," retorted Elrohir, jealous and aggrieved, "and not for the first time, may I add. We were neither to enjoin such a soul-bond while the burden of the vow rests upon us. You have chosen this sylvan prince in favour of your own mother."

"What do you mean? I have done no such thing," Elladan denied this charge angrily, finding it an egregious suggestion. "I need not choose the one over the other, I am glad to say, yet I do not believe Nana would contest my heart's need as you do now. If you must know, it was Legolas who had to make a hard choice and he is here, Elrohir. He has left Greenwood to be here with me, to be my mate."

There was silence again after this, for it was clear Elladan was not to be moved by such arguments and Elrohir knew he was in the wrong to use them. They glared fiercely, identical grimaces of hurt and fury trained upon one another, neither able to back down. Oh, Elrohir regretted it now, but his wounded feelings could not be squelched, and it was too late to take back his bitter words. Into this uneasy quiet Arador imposed himself and succeeded in giving them a means to reconciliation, though it was hardly his intention when he spoke.

"I am glad to hear the elf is not so much a youth after all, though among elf-kind it nearly is so at only three hundred, but a Wood Elf is hardly a worthy match for one descended from the highest among the Three Kindreds. More, it is unseemly to claim a male for a spouse. Bed-sport, aye, Elladan, and surely this is just another dalliance as many you have enjoyed before. Bedding him has done you good, even my feeble human eyes can observe this much, but you need not give over your soul…"

His ill-chosen words were never finished, for Elrohir suddenly rounded on him and landed a blow upon the offending lips that sent the man to the floor, blood pouring from the torn flesh and the gaping hole left by the tooth that had been knocked loose. He was insensate and the brothers stared at him, Elrohir flexing his fingers to shake off the stinging discomfort accosting his knuckles, Elladan too surprised to do anything. He met his brother's gaze and a shrug answered, for Elrohir was not sorry.

It is not his place to take you to task, but mine. Besides, I am weary of his carping discontent. I have ridden these many days in his company, night and day, and he well earned that punishment.

Thank you for taking my part.

Always, Muindoren.

Always? Relief and gratitude flooded Elladan upon hearing this word, for it could mean only one thing.

"Aye. I made my choice all those years ago as soon as I knew yours was decided. I could not abide ever going to a place where you could never join me."

"And kept silent for all those years while I worried over it in guilt-ridden anxiety. Why?"

"You forced my hand and I resented it," Elrohir could say this much of the truth and knew his brother understood the rest anyway. He sighed heavily. "It will not be easy to share you."

"The bond between us is inviolate as is the vow we have spoken. As always, we will find the best way to continue, and if Legolas must join us, he will do so without question."

"I cannot so easily believe it will mean anything to him to rid Eriador of the evil infecting it when his own world is so tainted."

"Nay, having endured such constant strife he will be more inclined to defeat Shadow's designs wherever he finds them. As he is my mate, he has joined his life to mine and will do as I do." He could see Elrohir was doubtful, but Elladan was certain all this would change once he met Legolas. Glad that the discord between them was lessened, he smiled and pulled his brother into a quick, close embrace. "Say that you are happy for me, Elrohir," he insisted, releasing him. "Even if you do not mean it yet."

"I am," Elrohir produced a kinder smile and set a hand on his brother's shoulder. "May you know joy and peace in this union. I welcome your mate as my brother." He spoke the traditional words drily with only a faint qualm at the bright light that lit up Elladan's eyes to hear them, and wished he could truly mean it. A groan drew their notice to the floor where Arador was struggling to find his legs, tunic red with the bloody flow from his injured mouth. "We'd better carry him along to the House of Healing and see if that tooth can yet be saved."

"Aye, I was heading there anyway," Elladan reached down and pulled the man upright, pleased to feel him flinch. They led him away across the silent grounds and he used the time to explain as much as he knew about Legolas' sudden and unexpected arrival at precisely the time he needed him most.
TBC

Hello Selena, I posted this just so I could reply to your review :) I am very sorry it has been such a long time since I posted anything. Life has taken a bad turn for me, so it is hard to focus on much. I have a chronic illness that was in abatement for a long time but has been making itself keenly felt recently, since about May this year it has been getting worse, and I am just wandering right now. SO I do not want to give you false hopes about new chapters for anything, except perhaps sorrow because I have been struggling to finish it. over 34000 words written for the epilogue and still i am not satisfied with what to keep and what to throw out. I will try again today to bring it to a conclusion and if I do I will go ahead and post up everything for it. After that, I don't know if there will be anything more. Thank you for your kind reviews and your good thoughts for me. Hoping your holidays are fun and happy :)
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