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Sapphire Eyes
Elladan and Elrohir woke in
their bed, and quickly discovered that they were bound. Simultaneously, they
turned there heads and looked to each other “Roh, you alright?” “Yes
Ella…wh…what happened” “Adar tricked us with that cured green powder of his…and
obviously had Nenu bind us” Elrohir bit his lip “I’m scared, do…do you think
Adar will banish us? Or worse…separate us?” “Worry not, I would find you…I love
you Roh” “I love you to Ella”
The twins would have leapt a
foot off the bed had they not been bound, when Elrond walked in from there
balcony “So when did you two start calling each other that…all I ever hear is
brother this and brother that…I like Ella and Roh, reminds me of when Elros and
I used to call each other Rondy and Rosy. Of course, you both will not repeat
that…Glorfindel would be relentless”
The twins just stared at their
father in disbelief. Elladan looked at him pleadingly “Adar…what are you going
to do with us?” “Well, as soon as you calm down, and give me your word that you
will not flee, I will untie you and we will talk” Elrohir began to softly weep
“Saes Ada…don’t separate us” “Elrohir my precious son, I would never
separate you two…I realize that you both see me as this boring old elf…that is
what most penneth’s think of there parents…but I do understand, and do not
condemn your choice to be with each other, it is not as though I had not known
already”
Elladan blinked “Adar,
saes…untie us” “Only if you both give your word, that you will not flee” The
twins answered together “We promise” “Very well” Elrond released his sons and
watched as Elladan moved to sit back against the headboard, drew Elrohir close,
and wrapped his arms around him. Elrohir in turn, instinctively cuddling into
his neck.
Elladan furrowed his brow
“So…you already knew? Why had you not said anything” Elrond rolled his eyes
“Why does the fact that I have the gift of foresight, seem to slip everyone’s
memory’s…of course I knew, and the reason I never confronted you, was because I
hoped that when you were ready, you two would come to me”
Elrohir slowly turned his face
out of the crook of his brother’s neck “Did anyone else know?” Elrond sighed
“Boys…you are hundreds of years past your majority, and still share a room and
single large bed, when you take lovers, he or she is with you both, never
separate” Elladan dropped his jaw “How…how did you know that” “Son…this is my
domain, I know what goes on in my own home…never doubt my love for you both,
for it extends deeper then words, I accept your bond…saes, do not leave me”
The twins suddenly rushed over
the bed and embraced there father “We love you Adar” “Nai, hannon le Ada”
Elrond held them close and gently rocked them back and forth “I must say
though, when Legolas woke and was told what he blurted out in his slumber…well,
lets just say, he fears he may have lost two very dear friends” “Nay Adar, we…”
“… Are not angry at Legolas…” “…In his slumber he confessed…” “…What we would
have eventually” Elrond smirked “There is only one thing wrong with your new
open relationship…Glorfindel will undoubtedly tease you mercilessly” The twins
held there father tight and groaned.
Boromir rolled over onto his
side and lightly trailed his fingertips around Meoens navel “Tell me my
glorious cook, you smile so broadly, what are you thinking?” Meoen sighed “Oh,
just the fact that when we make love, your chest hair tickles my breasts”
Boromir burst out laughing “Elves! What is it with elves and body hair…I swear
you are all obsessed”
Meoen giggled “You must understand
my dear lover…we elves regard our hair with much reverence…if you had not
noticed, we have little, save on our heads and a light dusting on our
privets…we never cut it and take great pride in the way we braid it” “I have
noticed this, Legolas braids Faramir’s hair similar to his, and lord Elrond’s
is always so elaborate…you are all so sensitive about it, that I thought I may
offend someone if I was to bring it up”
Meoen shook her head “Nay, what
do you wish to know” Boromir shrugged “Well, I don’t know…what do they signify”
“Well, different braids mean different things…Thranduil and Legolas ware the
same braids, signifying king and prince…there station and family. Genderel
wares similar braids because he is Thranduils mate…and the Mirkwood warriors
have the temple braids…slightly done differently from Rivendel and
Lothlorien…an elf can look at someone’s braids and know where they are from and
what there station may be”
Boromir frowned “I have heard
of some men, that cut and steal elves hair…that…that must be devastating for
them then” Meoen nodded sadly “Nai, elves that are victimized like that are
sheltered…we care for them lovingly and pray to the Valar that they do not fade
from the humiliation”
Boromir tilted his head “So the
braids that prince Legolas weaves into my brothers hair…when you see them, what
do they tell you…what do they represent” Meoen smiled “They tell me that he is
a warrior because they are pulled back from the temple…and how they are tied in
the back, tells me his is taken by someone in the royal house, and that they
are…bonded” Boromir’s eyes widened “Bonded? Does Faramir know this?” Meoen
shook her head “I do not believe so, I think he believes they represent him
belonging to a master” Boromir smiled “He will be happy to learn this
information”
A week had past, and everyone
gathered for morning meal. The twins were slowly beginning to relax around
everyone, but were still a bit shy about showing their affections. Boromir
suddenly stood “I…” Elrond arched his brow “Yes Boromir, you have something to
say?” The adan lightly bowed “Yes, I…I wanted to say thank you to everyone
here, you have all been more then kind to Faramir and myself…welcoming us and
allowing us fully into your lives…I just wanted to express my gratitude”
Everyone smiled and nodded “Oh
and…uh…well, I just wanted to add that…that I think everyone’s braids look
exceptionally beautiful today” The entire elven group gasped and Boromir was
returned shocked smiles, kind nods and laughter. Meoen leaned over and smiled “Oh
my dear lover, I do not think you realize, that you just gave a most honored
complement…this will be talked about for months” “So that is good…right?” “Nai
my sweet lover, you just endeared yourself to them”
Later that day, Boromir stood
in the door of his brothers shared room and watched him pack “You look good
with his braids in your hair little brother” Faramir jumped “Boromir! You
scared the wits out of me!” “Do you know what your braids mean?” Faramir shook
his head “That you are his mate…not servant…not slave…not owned…his mate”
Faramir slowly dropped his jaw and sat on the edge of the bed “Mate?” “Yes
little brother…mate”
Faramir beamed, jumped up, and
ran from the room. Glorfindel and Legolas were sparing when Faramir burst into
the room “Legolas!” Glorfindel stopped his sword mid swing, and watched as the
adan flung his arms around the prince. “Aye Ath, what is wrong!” “Master! Is it
true? That my braids mean that we are mates?” Legolas blinked “I thought you
knew” “Nay, I know you changed them after I let you claim me but…I did not know
what they meant”
Legolas smiled “You do
wish to be my mate correct?” “Oh yes Legolas my love” The prince nodded “Good,
because you are my adan…have you finished packing?” “Yes master,
everything is ready” The prince sighed “Faramir, when are you going to stop
calling me that” “When I die master my love” The seneschal chuckled and Legolas
threw up his arms “Urgh…fine, I give up, come Ath-nin, we should find Adar and
Atar…Glorfindel, hannon le for the spar” “My pleasure penneth” The next
morning, the Rivendel group stood on the stairs and waved goodbye to the
Mirkwood party.
Many years had past…
Thranduil and Genderel were
lying in their bed, discussing their responsibilities for the day, when there
came a loud pounding on their door “Adar! Atar!” “Nai ion-nin, come in!”
Legolas flung open the door “Adar…Faramir is unable to get out of bed, he says
his bones hate him and hurt terribly”
Thranduil sighed “Legolas, I
told you this would occur, Faramir has reached that point in his life, where he
will more then likely stay in his bed and rest. I know you can feel the
wrinkles, the changed texture in his skin and hair, and hear the increased
weariness in his voice” Legolas lowered his head “Nai Adar”
Genderel pulled him into a hug
“Mir-nin, remember when Boromir past last season?” “Nai Atar” “This is the life
of a mortal, Faramir is not much younger then Boromir, you need to be preparing
yourself for the inevitable” Legolas slumped slightly “I entered this relationship
knowing he would pass…but I did not think it would come so soon”
Genderel caressed his cheek
“Edain live a good 70-80 years, Faramir is now 76” Legolas sighed, “I know, is
there at least not something we can give him for the discomfort?” Thranduil smiled
“I will have Aldamir come and give him something” “Hannon le Adar”
A short time later, Aldamir
entered and tended to Faramir. Legolas wiped his eyes “He sleeps a great deal…I
think the pain wares him out, he does not have a lot of strength, and I have to
help him eat, but he eats so little” Aldamir gently pulled the prince aside
“Legolas, Faramir is now a brittle old man…I will not lie to you…he does not
have long” Legolas bit back his tears “I know…I just…I know”
A few months had past, and
Legolas woke in the night ‘It is to quiet’ “Faramir?” “I…love
you…Legolas…I hope…I hope you…” “Shh my sweet Ath, do not tire yourself, I love
you to” “Don’t…fade” “I wont, I promised you that long ago” “I know…I
am…just…reminding…you” Legolas lightly chuckled as he wiped his tears.
“Legolas…my love…my…master…my mate…live…and love”
The prince leaned forward,
kissed his adans lips and whispered, “I love you Faramir…Ath-nin” A few moments
later, Faramir went limp. Legolas trembled and ran his fingers over his face one
last time “Namarie melanin” The prince backed off the bed, dropped to his knees
and sobbed.
After a few, he stood, took a
shaky breath, dressed, donned his weapons, and headed for the stables. Once
there, he walked to the stall that held the messenger horses “Who here knows
the way to Rivendel?” Three horses walked up to the distraught young elf “And
who is the strongest…able to go without stopping?” One horse moved closer and
Legolas reached out “I know I am not your rider, but I must get to the
Rivendel stables. I am sightless, and will need you to care for my safety while
upon your back…will you take me?”
The horse lurched his head and
lowered his front. Legolas leapt upon his back and held tight “Saes my new
friend…as fast as you can” A half-hour later, Sirith turned and steadied
himself on his perch “There is no on scheduled to leave at such a late hour”
“Ai caption Sirith, I will enquire for you when they stop to pass”
Sirith jumped down with the
warrior and waited. The Mirkwood caption listened to the hurried approach of
the horse, and as is neared, he realized it was not slowing. Sirith focused as
the rider came into view and gasped “Valar, it is prince Legolas!” he yelled as
the border guards barely escaped getting trampled as he blew by.
Sirith leaped onto his horse
and rode hard to the palace. Thranduil and Genderel were woken by hard pounding
on their door “Come!” “My lord!” “Valar Sirith take a breath” “My lord…prince
Legolas…he just…rode…out of Mirkwood…toward Riven…del…on a messenger horse…Tavar…he
is on…Tavar…he did not even stop…he just pushed by”
Thranduil and Genderel leapt
from their bed “Oh nay!” “Faramir!” The three of them ran to their chamber.
Upon entering, they saw Faramir, lying motionless, and eyes open. Thranduil
took a deep breath, felt for a pulse and sighed. He reached over and closed his
lids “Sirith, go get your mate…and hurry”
When Aldamir entered, he walked
over and sighed, “Oh nay…how is the prince?” Genderel took a deep breath and
shock his head worriedly “He fled in the night, he took a messenger horse and
left” Thranduil patted Faramir’s hand, then turned “Sirith, get me the rider of
the horse Legolas took…now” “Nai my lord” “Aldamir, double wrap Faramir, and
place him in the body cellar until Legolas returns, and we can bury him” “Nai
my lord”
Sirith returned swiftly “This
Thalion…Tavar’s rider” Thranduil walked over “Ath-Faramir has passed and my son
stole your horse…tell me Thalion, has Legolas ever ridden your horse before?”
“Nay my lord” Thranduil shook his head then shot his gaze back to the elf
“You…wait…you are one of my power riders” “You are correct my lord”
Thranduil groaned “So your
horse should be able to get to Rivendel without my sons aid” “Easily my lord…if
I may say so my lord…the prince could not have stolen a better horse. Tavar is
able to power run to Rivendel within a day and a half to two days, unaided.
Also, he is extremely smart, he will know how to compensate for the
princes…err…well, special needs. May I ask when they departed?”
Sirith nodded “Just past the
mid mark of night” Thalion thought for a moment “Well, if they stop to camp, it
would be a day and a half to two days…if they ride thru…he could very well be
in Rivendel by this time tomorrow…Tavar was specially bread by lord Elrond’s stock…he
is often asked to sire…he is quite a power runner”
Thranduil groaned and rubbed
his neck “Aye Greenleaf…what were you thinking” Genderel raised his brow “He is
not thinking…he is grieving” “But why Rivendel…could he be seeking
Nenuial?” “Possibly, we should send a messenger bird to alert Elrond”
TBC………………………………
Translations:
Penneth--------------------Young
one
Ion-nin---------------------My
son
Mir-nin--------------------My
jewel
Namarie-------------------Farewell
Melanin-------------------My
love
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