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Chapter Thirteen: Silver Rings
Years passed and Lindir and Erestor as a couple were soon taken for granted by most in the Elven realm. The original speculation as to whether their love would last had long since died. But even though they spent much time together, the physical part of their love had not progressed past kisses and warm embraces. Erestor knew that Lindir had been hurt deeply by his former love and needed time to trust again. But slowly things changed, and one morning when they were working peacefully together in the quiet of the library, Erestor presented Lindir with a set of silver rings.
Tears welled in Lindir's eyes as he accepted the gift. But they were tears of joy, not sorrow. He knew Erestor would be true to him, that he, not Cirith was the elf the Valar had meant for him to love. He lifted his hand to the face he knew so well and stroked Erestor's cheek, then placing his hand under his chin, drew the advisor towards him and kissed him passionately.
The betrothal was to last the customary year, and at the end of that time, Lord Elrond would perform the bonding ceremony. It did not take long for the news to spread throughout Imladris and most were happy for the pair. Cirith even wished Lindir the best, and Lindir was able to thank him without the pain that would have crushed him in the past.
The year passed swiftly, and after a beautiful and moving ceremony, Erestor and Lindir were ready to complete their bond. In a secluded glade in the middle of the woods, Erestor took Lindir in his arms and kissed him. "Melin chen, Lindir," ("I love you, Lindir,") he whispered softly, running his hands through Lindir's soft white hair. It felt like silk between his fingers and he marveled at its color, for mixed within the snowy whiteness were strands of silver and gold. "You are as the swan who glides across the water, elegant, graceful." He moved his lips to Lindir's pale throat and the likeness became more apparent as the minstrel arched his neck in response.
"Melin chen, bevae, Erestor. Uireb," ("I love you, too, Erestor. Forever.") Lindir murmured breathlessly as Erestor's lips and tongue brushed against his tender skin, sending a shiver of desire straight to his groin.
Erestor's hands sought to loosen the fasteners of the minstrel's robe and soon he had divested Lindir of the heavy garment, laying it aside on the grass. Lindir's skin shone alabaster in the silvery beams of Ithil's light, and Erestor could not resist running his hands up and down its velvety surface. Lindir moaned at his touch and closed his eyes.
Erestor cradled Lindir gently in his arms and lowered him to the ground. He placed tender kisses on the minstrel's chest, stopping at a rosy nipple to lave it with his tongue. Upon hearing Lindir's gasp, he smiled and began to suckle the tiny nub, causing it to stand at attention like a tiny soldier. When he had finished sampling its delights, he turned his focus to the other one, giving it the same care as its twin.
Lindir could stand it no longer. "I want to feel you," he whispered, fumbling for the clasps of Erestor's dark robe. With nimble fingers, Erestor took it off, then moved on top of Lindir, pressing his chest against his beloved's. Lindir wrapped his arms around Erestor, and smiled. "I have waited so long for this moment, I wish it to never end."
"We will have a lifetime of such moments," Erestor whispered in his ear, taking its tip into his mouth, rubbing his growing arousal against that of his mate's. Lindir arched his hips, trying to increase the contact. "All in good time, Lindir, have patience," Erestor murmured as he felt the minstrel move against him. He tenderly kissed every inch of Lindir that was not covered with fabric until the elf was writhing under him, his blue eyes darkened with desire.
Laces were undone and leggings removed until both were bared to the sky and the stars. Arms and legs entwined as each reveled in the closeness they had denied themselves until now. "Take me, Erestor, make me yours forever," Lindir whispered.
Erestor did. Ithil shone brightly on the lovers as they consummated their love under the stars.

Chapter Fourteen: The Lost Ring
Centuries passed. Lady Celebrían and Lord Elrond were graced with a daughter whose beauty rivaled all Elvendom. They named her Arwen Undómiel, the Evenstar, and she was loved by all. Elladan and Elrohir grew into fine young elves. They were leaders like their Adar, possessing that quality that made others accept their command and seek their guidance. Lord Erestor had tutored them in history, and from him they also learned the art of diplomacy and statesmanship.
Lord Glorfindel taught them strategy and battle skill, and if they were not the strongest warriors, they were among the most intelligent, earning their rank among the protectors of Imladris with their fierce pride, cunning swordplay and proven ability. Peace had reigned over Middle-earth for a long time, but an ill wind began to blow that would soon strike terror in the hearts of all free peoples.
Erestor and Lindir's love for one another prospered and grew, and they settled into that routine that married couples find is comforting and rewarding. They were a perfect compliment to each other, yet complete opposites. Lindir was fair of skin and hair and possessed a cheerful and light-hearted outlook on life. Erestor was dark, exotic, with long dark locks that framed a stern and often unsmiling face. He held his own in the council chambers and his high intelligence and quick wit gained him much respect among his peers. But with Lindir, his gentle nature was revealed, for he treated his husband with loving kindness and tender care.
The day came when Celebrían and Arwen traveled to Lothlórien to visit with the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood. It had been long since the wife of Lord Elrond had seen her parents and she and Arwen were in high spirits as they left. Letters were exchanged regularly between Imladris' lord and the women of his family, and it was decided that Arwen would stay the winter with her grandparents and Elrohir and Elladan would travel to the golden realm at the turn of the season to escort their Nana home.
The twins spent an eventful two months in Caras Galadhon. There were parties and tournaments that tested their skill in archery and swordplay, and they mingled and reminisced with old friends. The good times passed all too soon and it was a crisp winter's day when the small party headed by the twins left to escort Celebrían home.
They made good time and after a week had reached the foot of the Misty Mountains. Elladan and Elrohir left the main party to scout the paths ahead. No one was prepared for the tragedy that would so change their lives. While her sons sought a safe path on the road ahead, Celebrían and the small escort that remained were attacked by a marauding band of orcs. When Elladan and Elrohir returned, the damage had already been done. Most of the males were dead and Celebrían suffered such hurt that she never recovered, sailing West soon afterwards to the Undying Lands.
The peace that had graced the Elven realms was shattered as all mourned the gentle lady that had stood at the side of her lord for so long. The passing years did naught to restore it, as darkness crept over the land and evil reared its ugly head. For over time, that which had been lost was found, and small creatures called halflings would hold the future of Middle-earth in their hands.
Elladan and Elrohir went wild in their grief. They became obsessed with destroying the creatures that hurt their naneth. Elladan's anger was mostly on the surface, violent and sudden. But Elrohir's went deeper; this was not his first great loss. He had never forgot the old friend of his youth, and this second, even greater loss almost drove him over the edge. As before, time lessened the pain, but from that moment on he rarely smiled and preferred solitude to the company of friends.
A human child was brought to Imladris that was destined for greatness. Only Lord Elrond and a few others knew of his lineage, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, who in the future would wear the crown of men. He stayed but a short while in the eyes of elves, leaving to join the Rangers of the north. But he was destined to return.
Erestor and Lindir, on the happiest day of their life, had exchanged their silver rings for ones of gold. And in the ensuing centuries, they were happy. But the hint of darkness that the winds had brought grew and soon all of Middle-earth fell under its spell.
All know the story, how the One Ring was found and Sauron, the evil Maiar sought it. A Fellowship was formed to take the ring back to its source and destroy it. And in the end, good overcame evil, for a hafling named Frodo fulfilled his quest. And the time of the elves ended and the age of men began.

Chapter Fifteen: The End
Erestor and Lindir packed the last of their belongings into the wagon, then turned to gaze at the Last Homely House one more time. The elves were leaving, heading for the Grey Havens to take the ship west, to Valinor, the Undying Lands. Most had already gone. Lord Elrond had stayed long after the War of the Ring ended, but finally the Sea beckoned and he heeded its call.
It was a time of sadness for those that remained, especially for the twins, for Arwen was not coming. She had made her choice when she married Aragorn, to stay by his side and die a mortal. He had fulfilled his destiny, claimed the crown, and reunited the kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor. His reign was long, but he was not an elf, and one day, tired in mind and body, he took his last breath. Elrohir and Elladan traveled to Gondor for the funeral, then escorted their sister to the Golden Wood of Lothlórien. There, the majestic Mellryn shed their leaves in sorrow, for their time too was over. As their song died, so did Arwen's, and she succumbed to grief. The light of the Evenstar faded and went out forever.
So it was with heavy hearts that the small caravan left the place they had called home for so long. The twins, Lindir, and Erestor would travel to their final destination. The journey was not difficult and Lindir sang and tried to bring what cheer he could to the party, but he could not raise their spirits.
Their final night on Middle-earth was spent in the house of Círdan the Shipwright. It was he who would guide them over the waters to Valinor. The food was excellent and the wine of good vintage, but none tarried after the meal. There was too much sadness in their hearts.
The next morning the ship was loaded, and in the afternoon all went aboard. There was no one to see them off, but they all stood at the rail until the last glimpse of Middle-earth faded from view. Most of the elves that were making the voyage then returned to their cabins, but a few remained, including Erestor, Lindir and Elrohir.
Erestor turned to Lindir and embraced him. "Do not be sad, my love. We travel to a place of peace. Soon we will be reunited with those we have lost and our hearts will be glad again. We will make our new home one of happiness and light."
"I am not unhappy, Erestor, as long as I have you by my side, " Lindir whispered to his husband of many years.
They stood at the rail for a long time, an arm around each other's waist, hair blowing gently in the salt tinged air. Elrohir stood with them, his arms leaning against the rail as he watched the slow swell of the waves. Then another joined them and stood beside Elrohir. No one paid him much attention until he spoke. "You will be happy in Valinor," he told them. "It was the place of my birth and I loved it well."
Elrohir then glanced at the speaker. His hair was not as shiny as it used to be, and his legs were crooked, so he had a hard time walking. But he knew the face in front of him well. Elrohir stared at the elf, then embraced him, leaning his head against his shoulder. Lindir and Erestor looked at Elrohir and then at the newcomer.
The elf smiled. "Forgive me for not introducing myself...my name is Maethor."

~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~
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