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Liquid Diamonds	By : redkiwi Category: +Second Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A knock and then a call of his name roused Thranduil from his slumber in the early hours of this new day. The knocking continued, and again his name was called, this time with ever more urgency than before. Rising quickly, he put on an outer robe before he opened his door, having recognized the voice of one of his father's counsellors.
"Sorry to disturb your rest, but the King has requested a meeting now." The advisor requested for Thranduil to hurry in his dress and make hast to his father's counsel room.
Hearing the concern within his voice, Thranduil agreed, and he headed into his bedchamber. He glanced at the still sleeping Galion, who looked relaxed as he was sprawled across the bed. The dawn had yet to break, and the stars could still be seen. Usually Galion would be rising soon, but Thranduil decided to let him sleep. He moved silently into his wardrobe, quickly dressing and combing his hair. By the time that he walked back into the sitting room, the counsellor had already left. He closed his outer door quietly, and walked quickly to his father's counsel room, wondering why he had been summoned so early.
On entering the room, Thranduil noted that just his father and his chief-advisor were present. Oropher stood with his back to him, and he quickly turned to face him when he entered. His father looked as if he had taken no rest all night, and stood disheveled. His robes were cast aside and he wore but just a tunic and leggings tucked into his boots. His crown rested atop a stack of books, and the King's hair flowed loosely down his back. Letters and scrolls were scattered on a desk, and an almost empty bottle of wine sat uncorked next to the crown. Thranduil stood at attention, knowing that the situation was dire at best.
Oropher looked concerned, face grave not caring to mask his emotions as he began speaking. "Word was sent that Istuninir's son Ferdir was injured in an attack by orcs on his return from Lorien. He is stabilized as best the healers could manage. Istuninir has requested that I send you to heal his only son. And since he has ever been my friend all through the years, I would answer his request. Go, and do not fail with healing his son. Do not fail me with this one request from my friend."
Oropher seated himself at the desk, not caring to check or mask his worry regarding the more frequent sightings of orcs around their lands. The numbers of orcs grew daily it seemed with the rise of the dark lord, and deep within, Oropher knew, that peace would never come to these lands. His mind drifted briefly to the impending war that could not be stopped, and his thoughts formed now on Glorfindel. The King snapped from his thoughts, stopping Thranduil in his tracks when he spoke suddenly.
"Thranduil!"
He saw his son's bright green eyes lock with his own. "Take that Noldo with you. I will be engaged today, for the sentries will report from our southern borders. I would rather not have Lord Glorfindel lurking around my halls, trying to demand that I see him at his command. Heal my friend's son, and keep Glorfindel away from me this day." Oropher paused now, reviewing his plan over with more thought, for he saw a critical flaw with it. "I will also send Galion with you, to ensure that Glorfindel remains occupied, while you are busy with the healing duties."
Oropher looked to his counselor now. "Inform my butler that he will be joining Thranduil and Glorfindel today to our northern lands." He watched as Thranduil nodded, accepting his request. Oropher then dismissed his son, sending him off to do the work he had been trained in.
If Thranduil was pleased at the request of Glorfindel joining him, he did not disclose it. Ever an enigma Thranduil was, but Oropher usually could discern his son's thoughts and feelings. But today he just could not tell, perhaps distracted by the genuine worry for his friend's dying son. Although he didn't like the thought too much of Thranduil and Glorfindel together, with Galion around, he knew if an attraction was building, as his suspicions seemed to relay, Galion would let him know. Oropher smiled to himself, thinking that perhaps an attraction might just be a proper reason to dispel Glorfindel from his realm, without him appearing too uncouth to Gil-galad. An attraction between the two would be a breach of diplomacy and would be the perfect reason to have Glorfindel banished for good.
Thranduil quickly headed back to his chambers to wake the sleeping Galion. However, Galion had already left. Smiling to himself, he headed to the healing wing. Housed in his father's healing house were the very best healers in the Greenwood. They were already busying themselves with the preparation of the needed medical supplies he needed to take along with him, as word had been sent already to them. Thranduil had for most of his life trained in the healing arts, and he often worked alongside the healers in his father's realm. With the exception of just a few elves, Thranduil was considered one of the better healers in the Greenwood.
Handing Thranduil the needed supplies, the healers wished him luck. He thanked them and headed down to the breakfast room, hoping to find Galion and Glorfindel. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, as he could still hear the transparent concern that dripped in his father's voice.
The Lord was his father's friend, and he would not want to fail such a personal request from his father. Even though his father was good friends with Istuninir, Thranduil had never met his son.
Thranduil did know that Ferdir was young, having just reached maturity five years earlier. His father, a Lord from Doriath, had fallen for a lovely Silvan elleth and had resigned his service from Oropher's court to oversee their northern lands. And although Oropher hated having him leave the service of his court, he realized that Istuninir could oversee their northern borders. The people who lived in the northern lands were the oldest of the Avari, and although were at first wary of the newcomers, had welcomed Oropher as their King. They were the true children of the Greenwood, and were ever content to stay within their forest deep, living an even simpler life than the woodland elves who lived in the capital. They were even more rustic and far more dangerous, but Thranduil found he liked them very much, and always enjoyed visiting their northern settlement, as infrequent as it was.
On entering the dinning hall, neither Galion nor Glorfindel were present yet. Just the chief-advisor who motioned for Thranduil to come over. He complied with the request, but declined to seat himself by the advisor, choosing instead to stand while he listened to this words.
"We will miss having you present for the reports from our southern borders." The advisor stopped eating, looking intently at Thranduil.
Thranduil only nodded, knowing that the reports grew ever more grave and worrisome. And then he thought of the task his father was sending him on. "Has Glorfindel been summoned?" Thranduil took a cup of warm liquid from one of the servers, thanking her with a gentle smile. He declined any breakfast however, and watched the advisor who rose from his seat.
"Yes, he is being brought here soon…" The advisor stopped speaking as Galion entered. "And, as you can see now, Galion has also been informed."
"Good morning, my lords." Galion politely greeted them, noting that the two had been speaking about their duties for the day.
"And to you, Galion." The advisor smiled. "You must be pleased to journey back to your homelands." He watched Galion nod, and Thranduil remembered as well that Galion's sister's family still dwelt in the north of the woods.
"Perhaps we could find time to visit your family, if that pleases you." Thranduil suggested as he knew that Galion rarely was able to visit with his sister's family.
Galion again smiled, very much hoping that the visit would come to pass. "I would like that very much, but only if sorrow has not fallen on our forest this day."
Thranduil nodded in response, as he patiently waited for Glorfindel's arrival. He too hoped as much that with what little he could do for the wounded Ferdir, that death would not find him this day. He frowned within, worried ever of the growing malice that haunted their lives and had brought Glorfindel here to them. The dark of days was coming and nothing could stop it now.
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While Oropher and Thranduil had spoken, Glorfindel was laying silent on his bed, not wanting much to greet this day that would soon turn to dawn. His heart was troubled strangely this early day. All the images of the forest and its people spun in his mind. If it weren't for Thranduil and even Galion, Glorfindel knew his frustration would probably get the best of him, and the mission itself would be even more impossible. Glorfindel was just about at his wits end, wondering why Oropher kept refusing to even set a date for the meeting. He was ready to go off on the king, and demand a meeting. But no, he had been sent because he was ever patient and even more controlled than Oropher could ever be.
Turning on his side, his eyes focused in the pale lantern light on a painted scene on the wall of the forest itself. The Greenwood held such a spell over the elves that their art and songs reflected it almost exclusively, he mused. And he found himself smiling, as he continued to look at the mural, thinking of the beautiful forest he was in. He thought of the songs he had heard here and although he could make no sense of the words, he knew the elves sang of the trees and the soul of the forest. He thought of the words that Thranduil spoke of the stories of the spirits that lingered still in the forest. He wondered again of the long departed Lenwe, who had ruled these lands and people and how he seemed to disappear as if he had simply became as one with the Greenwood. It seemed now that the forest pulled him from his bed and he rose. He went out on the balcony, as if expecting to see the arcane spirits who dwelt in the depths of the forest. And as if to make him wonder more, a heavy fog clung around the trees below and into the glades around them, and the songs of the doves echoed more forlorn than he had heard them sing before. The Greenwood seemed sad, troubled even and Glorfindel wondered what was amidst today in this forest. His blue eyes took the early morning in; the grey sunless sky and a dawn that seemed to not want to break. Yet another day in the Greenwood and he knew not what to expect or if he would even see Oropher today.
The land was so foreign, so far from Imladris. And ever he felt the outsider, someone that was scorned, mistrusted, and not wanted, hated even. In his disheartened state, he did not want to face the scowling guards and their judging eyes branding him as one of those kinslayers, even if time had already passed its judgment. He knew that some memories could not be erased as easily as washing the blood from one's hands. Glorfindel held no guilt, but he knew Oropher judged him all the same and with his cold dismissal, he continued to lead his Sindar and Silvan subjects to pass their judgment on him as well.
Turning from the forest and back into his room, Glorfindel cleaned and dressed himself, readying himself for the day that lay ahead. He was just ready to step outside his door when he heard soft footsteps approach. Opening the door, he stood face to face with an elf he had not seen before. She was fair of face and spoke slowly even though through the thick of her words, Glorfindel understood that something was not right. He accepted her invitation to follow through the halls, still somewhat dark under the soft lantern glow. He followed along until he was brought to the dinning hall, where he was surprised that Thranduil was present.
Thranduil had just finished conversing with a stern looking advisor, who exited the room without greeting Glorfindel. His ancient eyes were full of scorn and distrust. But Thranduil himself, smiled at seeing him enter, eyes full of light and warmth towards him. Galion as well was present, standing to Thranduil's right, although he seemed to take no part in the earlier conversation.
"Ah Glorfindel, it is good to see your this very early morning." Thranduil's voice was a little strained, as if something terrible may have happened. He wore a dark green tunic today, and dark grey leggings tucked into knee high boots. Again his hair was upbraided and he wore no decorations on his person of rings or circlets.
"I have been asked today to travel to one of our northern settlements in Greenwood. A family friend was injured and his condition has taken a change for the worse, so they have requested my aid. Our king has asked me to go and heal him." Thranduil let his eyes reflect his concern. "Our king has also requested that you join me, along with Galion."
Thranduil watched as Glorfindel's eyes flickered briefly, his annoyance again apparent. "Oropher is busy today in meetings and with open court, so he can not make the time for you. You are always welcome to accompany me through our lands, as I find I enjoy your company." Thranduil added, apologetically.
"I think," Glorfindel chose his words very carefully. "That if Oropher were just to set a date for this meeting, I would grew less impatient, even if this date he chooses is a week or two away. It is this unknowing in which I have to wake each day that weighs on my heart and mind. It is not noble, how he treats me. He acts with such disregard to diplomacy."
Thranduil regarded his words, knowing first hand the games his father liked to play. "You are in the Greenwood." Thranduil whispered into his ear. He had to remind Glorfindel yet again that the rules he thought he knew, could never apply here. The actions he was use to would simply not work with their woodland culture. "And in the Greenwood, the world moves ever stranger, and ever more cautious to the outside world."
Glorfindel watched as Thranduil moved away from him, and reach for a drink. He then motioned for Glorfindel to take his seat and eat.
"We must make hast this morning, for the path we take is long."
Breakfast was a rushed affair, for all knew the urgency of their prompt arrival. The Greenwood elves knew the distance that they needed to travel was far, and that time was the enemy. Glorfindel, joined by Galion, was once again at Thranduil's side, heading deep into the forest thick, even before the sun had yet to rise.
The Greenwood was still dark, even though the dawn was on the horizon. The fog still clung around the trees, and the voices of the forest called out from the darkness. The three walked in silence, breathing in the sharp dewey scent that permeated from the forest around them. The air was heavy with the wet earth, and the fog made the early day strangely erie.
"Tell me more about the Silven elves, Thranduil." Glorfindel requested as they walked with a pace that was quick along a forest trail, as he wanted to break the silence that had fallen between them.
"Where to begin…" Thranduil stated, wondering what information Glorfindel sought on the subject. He looked over to Galion, who simply smiled with his eyes, but his lips were pursed together. Thranduil knew that the expert would not provide any insight on the request. Continuing on with all he could think to say, Thranduil turned onto a path that headed into the north-east, leading the other two to where they needed to journey.
"They have dwelled here for as long as anyone can remember. I find them to be a good-hearted group. We are," Thranduil changed the subject of the group, including himself as part of them, "however, a cautious group. But we can tell who is good of heart, and will welcome those into our midst and homes."
"And why did you come to Greenwood, Thranduil? I know why Oropher left, but why did you?"
Glorfindel was genuinely curious, since Thranduil had spoke of such fondness of his time in Lindon. And then there were those who had know him in Lindon. They had told Glorfindel a little about Thranduil, holding him in such high regard. They all mentioned that he was unlike the other Sindar who dwelt there. He was more wiling to learn from and with them, and was counted as a friend amongst all people. The more Glorfindel got to know him, the less he seemed like Oropher. Thranduil did not seem to share the same spirit of isolation, mistrust, and hatred. From what he could see, he was not quick to pass judgement, but seemed to form his own opinions independent from the decree of his father.
Thranduil was a little taken aback from the the question that Glorfindel asked him, as the decision to journey to the east had not been an easy one for him at all. Some days he questioned not his decision, but on other days, his heart lamented greatly, as a part of his heart was forever torn from him, still dwelling far beyond the mountains in the west.
"The answer is a simple one really." Thranduil finally answered. "As much I liked Lindon and the good company found there, I would not be sundered from my father and other kinsmen. You may think him flawed and distant, obstinate even, and I do admit that he has often let the tragedy of his life mold his better judgement. Yes he is quick to doubt, to distrust and has an almost manic stance with staying isolated, but these actions only steam from a love for his people and a desire to keep them safe. And that is why I left the west to travel to these unknown lands with him, uprooting all I knew and finding a new identify for myself. My love and respect for Oropher drove me to bind myself with this forest and to offer my service to its people as long as I live. It was the choice I made at that time, and I will not look back."
Glorfindel had to admit, he was surprised with Thranduil's words, surprised that the two could even be considered close. From what he saw, he thought the two seemed distant and a discord seemed to resonate from them. Father and son they were, but they just so different. And yet Thranduil would follow him into the unknown, giving up all that he knew and loved. The mystery grew even more intriguing to him.
"Your father is such a mystery. I have never met another like him before." Glorfindel mused aloud, not really expecting an answer from Thranduil but at the same time, he wandered what he had to say on the subject.
"I still have faith that he will come around." Thranduil offered. "You say Oropher is a mystery, and you would be right in your assessment. But he has a good heart and loves his people, a most universal trait, would you not agree?"
Glorfindel nodded to the question, realizing that he could use those graces that they held dear, the truths that drove them through the ages. The soaring forest around them settled his spirit more, and he was once again at ease.
The early morning walk through the forest was sublime, with the fog still covering the trees and a path they could not see. But Galion knew his home well. And with a light foot he guided both Thranduil and Glorfindel through gently, so that not once did they stumble although there were many roots and brush. The forest itself remained dark as if to hide its many secrets and Glorfindel strained his sight, slightly disappointed that the forest remained obscured under the fog and the sunless darkness. The absence of light cast the Greenwood as even more otherworldly, a sinister land of mystery and peril.
He smiled to himself, laughing inwardly despite the forbidding words Thranduil had spoken of before. The Greenwood was good land, the elves that dwelt here were ever the forest's eyes and its keeper. Together they were bound, tied in a symbiotic cycle. And Thranduil's emerald eyes, as deep as any of the broad leaves of the forest, regarded him, as if he knew his thoughts were on the Greenwood, the very land he had bound his soul with.
Thranduil did not break the silence. His eyes were expressive enough, revealing the want he felt for Glorfindel. But Glorfindel knew he could not allow Thranduil's wants. He was a stranger here in these strange lands, not wanted, scorned and unwelcome. The ancient elves who dwelled in these lands were around him, merged in the fog and shadows. They were the eyes of the forest who knew he was an outsider. But Thranduil was just as foreign as he was, and yet they all seemed to embrace him, graphing him in as one of their own. A wary people they may be, but if Oropher held their respect and allegiance, than Thranduil held their adoration and hearts. And Glorfindel wondered if he could somehow use this friendship that Thranduil freely gave him to get through to the council that Oropher kept around him.
The path meandered now, and they turned further to the east, and the forest seemed even darker with the trees soaring to dizzying heights. Glorfindel could barely make out the dwellings hewed in the trees. Although there were many elves around them, they stayed out of sight, choosing to remain hidden even as they approached what seemed to be a more densely populated area.
Thranduil's words were softer now, as if he wished no to disturb the peaceful silent morning. "The Nandor here have called this area home for as long as they can remember. They were welcoming to us when we moved ever northward, but we little involve ourselves with their affairs."
"We have arrived." Galion joined in, eyes full of joy at being back at his home. And although he wanted nothing more than to run to his sister's home further along the path, his duty was to Thranduil, and he would stand nearby while he worked.
They approached a large tree and Thranduil bade Glorfindel to wait outside with Galion. Glorfindel watched him disappear into the tree before he moved his eyes to the elves who were starting to gather around them.
Thranduil entered into the house where worried and relieved eyes greeted him. The healer who lived in this part of the forest, Thranduil barely knew, and she spoke with such a rushed cadence that he really had to concentrate to follow her words. He learned that Ferdir had been ambushed by orcs, and had somewhere been wounded during the attack. The healer suspected an infection or damage within that she could just not repair. Her concerned dark brown eyes seemed to beseech Thranduil who began to look the wounded over. Ferdir did not feel feverish nor too cold. He was pale however, with labored breathing. Thranduil had been told that he had fought the orcs, and had returned on his own accord showing no signs of injury. He had been dazed, and short of breath, complaining of a pain before he finally fell into unconsciousness. Fearing for Ferdir's life, they had sent a request to the King to send another healer for aid. The she-elf unpacked the medicines he had brought, and together the two began their work.
Istuninir watched them begin, and then he left with the other elves who were not involved with the healing, allowing the healers the space they needed to work. He trusted Thranduil to heal his son, but still leaving his dying child's side was hard. Back in the forest, Istuninir's eyes grew round when he accessed Glorfindel standing on the forest floor. Galion smiled at seeing the Lord's reaction, and respectfully nodded his head to him.
"Lord Istuninir, please let me introduce you to the Lord Glorfindel of Imladris. He is visiting with us on official business from the High-King. King Oropher had requested he accompany us today so he can see more of the wonders of Greenwood forest." Galion explained to the Istuninir.
For his part, Istuninir was courteous, and accepted the well-wishes for his son that he knew were sincere from Glorfindel. He did from time to time, regard Glorfindel under judgmental eyes, as Glorfindel had seen that look from the other Sindar who lived in the Greenwood. That same look was of disdain and wariness, a look that clearly branded him forever associated with the kinslayers. It was always the same old look from the ancient Sindar who had survived the bloody First Age that they gave him. Glorfindel wondered why time seemed to stand still for these survivors of Doriath, especially when their very freedoms were now in jeopardy. Holding onto the pains of the past would do little to protect them from the coming darkness that threatened their very lives.
And Glorfindel looked around noticing that other elves gathered around curious to see this strange visitor who had accompanied Thranduil and Galion. Glorfindel noticed that their eyes were much less critical than Istuninir's who was anxiously awaiting the news of his dying son. Istuninir stood by his wife, for Glorfindel could feel their bond. With the fear of not knowing their son's fate, they paid Glorfindel no more mind. For this, Glorfindel was grateful.
Knowing the severity of the situation, Glorfindel kept his silence, mirroring the solemn elves whose faces reflected the same worry as the wounded elf's parents. Glorfindel could tell this community was a close one, an extended family, celebrating and grieving united. And the forest as well seemed far too still and fell silent without a single ruffle of leaves nor the calling of fowls.
Time, a curious deceiver, painted the hour as never moving, stuck instead on the pins and needles of apprehension. Not even the shadows stirred, but instead remained in their places, as the forest canopy above stifled the rays of Anor. It seemed as if the Greenwood too was dark this day, mourning the fall of own of their own children.
Glorfindel wondered about the one who lay fighting for his life, they one they called Ferdir. Such love Oropher must have for his people for him to have sent his own flesh and blood as the healer for this task. Glorfindel mused over the added clue to the complex riddle that was the Greenwood King. He looked over to Galion, who was studying him now. Bright brown eyes smiled to him and Glorfindel felt his heart grow lighter. It was evident that Galion believed the outcome to be positive as he put his faith in Thranduil's very capable hands. Glorfindel knew little of Thranduil's healing skills, as not all elves were gifted the same by the Valar. He realized however that Thranduil must be skilled or Oropher would have not sent him. But still the time moved slowly, testifying not Thranduil's skill. The injury to Ferdir seemed to manifest ever graver to the gathered, who held their steadfast and silent vigil.
If time moved as if had stopped for those who waited outside, time was the unseen enemy that the two healers had battled in Istuninir's home. Thranduil invoked the graces while the she-elf coerced an herbal draft down Ferdir's mouth. They had worked for awhile now, and with finishing his words, he stood relived, seeing that Ferdir was able to weakly drink down the healing fluid. Thranduil admired these Silvan healers and had studied for years with them to better understand their knowledge of the native plants that grew in abundance in the Greenwood. And only moments earlier he had witnessed the ancient Silvan healer prepare a healing draft, as if she were simply making something as simple as an afternoon tea.
Thranduil looked over the now sleeping Ferdir, and felt his fae grow stronger. He recognized the healing sleep that came over the other, and he no longer feared for his life. Thranduil himself felt some exhaustion. The incantation he had used required more focus and force than he had ever had to call on before. Ferdir had been injured within, a hidden injury which had made it hard for them to heal. Thranduil watched as the older healer worked on making another batch of some sort of medicine. Not really sure what it was she busied herself with making, he turned back to the peacefully resting Ferdir. He looked much better, his face was strong and both he and the she-elf knew he would recover.
"Drink up." Thranduil was startled from his thoughts with the healer's words, and turned to see her standing before him holding a strange smelling drink.
"Thank you, Nestades." he stated, taking the warm drink from the healer's hands. He raised a curious eyebrow, not recognizing the smell of the draft. "And what exactly is this for?" He asked, as he had never seen this particular medicine before.
"'Tis a drink to help you keep your strength. I drink it at least once a week. It is an old family recipe I learned from my grandmother who taught me the medicines in these lands." She smiled to him and her eager eyes urged him to drink it.
Taking a sip, Thranduil had to keep his poise, for the draught was beyond bitter and strangely for too earthy for his liking. He forced the liquid down, wondering how on earth anyone would willingly take this drink even once a week. Strength was overrated Thranduil thought, as he wondered how he would ever finish the disgusting brew.
"You have to finish it all, my young healer, if you are to ever be as strong as we will need you to be." Nestades urged him on, with exaggerated movement of her arms and hands. "My dear departed Grandmother would have me drink this all the time, for she told me a healer must be as unwavering as the trees if they are to serve the people who need them most. Resilient as this forest and as tough as the bark that I ground into that drink, you know." She continued as she watched Thranduil force it down. "I still drink at least one of these a week, and fatigue has never kept me from my duties."
Again Thranduil did his best to resist the urge to gag, even as the repulsive liquid threatened to force its way back up.
"Easy does it." She smiled. "Now, I will go inform the worried parents of our young friend that their beloved son will be just fine."
He watched her leave and coughed a little, most certainly convinced now that brains were far more important than braun could ever be. He rose respectfully when Istuninir entered the room, for they had known each other since Thranduil was but an elfling in Doriath and Istuninir was a lord along with his father in King Thingol's court. Thranduil watched as the parent's embraced at the sight of their son, relieved to feel the strength of his fae. He excused himself and left their home, wanting to give them the privacy they needed. Back in the forest, he saw Glorfindel and Galion conversing, both with much lighter moods, jovial even to his ears.
"Nestades tells us that Ferdir will live." Galion smiled to his friend. The fatigue that was reflected deep in the depths of Thranduil's emerald eyes caused Galion to realize just how close to death the young Ferdir had been.
"This is true." Thranduil added little, not wanting to speak about the injury or work that he had done. He noticed that Galion shifted a little, and Thranduil smiled, remembering the promise he had made to Galion. "I have forgotten the way to your sister's house, Galion. Do you mind leading us on?"
With those words, Galion was swift to move, and the two fell into step behind him.
"I did not know that your sister lives here." Glorfindel was very much intrigued that he was able to learn just a little more about the mysterious Galion who had offered him his kindness.
"Yes," Galion answered. "The wood-elves are spread beneath the broad leaves of this forest, but this part of the Greenwood had once been my home before I took service in our King's halls. This part of the forest is most dear to me, for it was here where I grew and learned of the greatness of my forest home."

At hearing this, Thranduil smiled with a bittersweet stirring in his heart. He would do anything to be able to return to his peaceful home in Doriath, but the ages had claimed that life he once knew. The shadows of his dreams darkened within his mind, and he let the worry fill him that somehow the Greenwood would fall to the darkness of the ever approaching evil. But he was little able to stay in his dark mood as the joyful sounds of the siblings reuniting put a graceful smile back onto his face.
With all his troubling thoughts, he had little noticed that they had arrived to the home they would be visiting now. He greeted Galion's sister politely, and watched as a small elfling jumped into Galion's arms, hugging him and showering him with kisses. Thranduil loved how the wood-elves were so free in their affection and celebration of their kin. He watched as Galion's face shone with joy, and he followed him into the home, having been invited by Galion's lovely sister.
Glorfindel too joined them inside the woodland house, where he was invited to sit. He could not make out the words the siblings used, but he could feel the joy in the room. That curious elfling moved from Galion now, finding a little more bravery regarding the strange visitors. She walked closer to Glorfindel, who smiled to the young one. His smile seemed to be the ice-breaker the child needed, and she climbed next to him, before moving onto his lap.
"She is called Erdhel." Thranduil told him, "For she will grow strong and tall within this forest. Galion told me of her birth, but this is first I have I met her."
"Erdhel." Glorfindel smiled to the youngster again, who clapped with joy at hearing him say her name. She reached a chubby hand over, and tugged at his hair, mesmerized by the colour.
"Golden hair!" She laughed, and Glorfindel found himself laughing along with her. She spoke in the tongue of her people, as the Sindarin words still were not used this far within the Greenwood.
"I think she likes you." Thranduil offered, watching the young child play with Glorfindel's long and flowing locks. "You seem to have a way with children, now do you not, Glorfindel."
"Now battles and danger I know well, but the mysterious of children I have not yet learned. The Valar have never blessed me with any." Glorfindel paused, looking the child over. "And I do not know if I really would want them."
Thranduil did not ask the reason why, and only just smiled at him. He looked over to the sister and brother who were laughing and chatting as if it were just them alone. Thranduil had little ever seen this side of Galion, and he found he liked to see him awash in this mirth. He saw Galion's sister look to him, and she smiled.
"I would like to invite you and Glorfindel now for lunch, for Galion tells me that you took little breakfast this morning, my prince. Come, for I have just baked fresh bread." Galion's sister motioned for her child to join her. "Erdhel, please lead our guests to our table."
At hearing her mother's words, the elfling grabbed hold of Glorfindel's hands, tugging him along to the table her mother began setting.
"There, sit, there." The child giggled, not realizing that Glorfindel did not speak her tongue. But body language was a universal uniter, and he took her meaning, seating himself where she had pointed. Erdhel was pleased, and climbed onto the chair next to him, fully captivated by the golden-haired one who came to pay her a special visit.
"I find she likes our strange visitor and is more intrigued with him than with bugging her own uncle." Thranduil teased Galion, who laughed in agreement with his words. Thranduil looked to Glorfindel, and translated for him the conversation that continued throughout the lunch.
Soon the lunch had ended, and Galion realized that the time to leave had finally come. Thranduil thanked Galion's sister for her hospitality, and Glorfindel politely inclined his head in departure.

Brother and sister said their goodbyes, while Glorfindel's gaze was pulled away. He felt a light tug on the hem of his tunic, and on looking down, he saw the small elfling smiling up at him. Glorfindel gave his most polite bow to the child, who giggled her approval to him. Next she ran over to Thranduil, who bent down to her, accepting her hug. She placed a kiss to his check and ran next to her uncle, who once again scooped the child in his arms.
With their final goodbyes said, and the afternoon approaching, the three headed back to the capitol. The forest had grown more brighter, as the noon sun had chased away the heavy clouds, which let the rays of light penetrate through the heavy canopy. Indeed the Greenwood knew that one of her son's slept peaceful now, healing from the malice that approached around them. The three moved with a peace that trumped even the frustrations that had found them through the last couple of days, and quickly with a light foot, they moved to the south. Even as they walked, they enjoyed the afternoon breezes that blew through the wind.
The arrival to the capital was just before the early summer sun was preparing its decent for the approaching night. They were greeted with one of the King's counsellor's who quickly moved to them. The counsellor had the essence of concern painted on his face, and the group paused, waiting for his words.
"Thranduil, the King requests your presence now." His tone was neither grave nor stressed however. He let his dark eyes move over to Glorfindel, addressing him with scorn. "Lord Glorfindel, your presence was not requested from our King. You may take your leave as you see fit."
An apologetic look was shot to Glorfindel before Thranduil turned to follow his father's counsellor, leaving Glorfindel and Galion alone in this late evening hour.
He followed the counselor who moved with a quick pace, turning through the maze that was Oropher's citadel. He was a little surprised when they turned to a stairwell that would lead to Oropher's private bedchambers. His father rarely ever received him in his own rooms, and the guards who watched him pass as well seemed to omit a slight surprise.
Thranduil entered his father's room which was empty except for the King. Oropher stood straight and tall, his back to Thranduil, his long hair spilling uncrowned down his back. He wore a long blue robe, and stood before an open vista where the dusk's breezes gently blew the strands of his hair. Oropher did not stir or turn when Thranduil entered, choosing instead to keep his gaze out into the forest, as if hypnotized by the changing beauty of the day into the coming of night. Thranduil did not have to wait long for his father to address him however.
"How fares our young friend? Was your task a success?" His father's voice was languid, as if he already knew that the youth was well, and he was simply following formality by asking.
"Yes, my Lord, Ferdir rests in healing and is now in the hands of the great healer there. His spirit was strong when I left, firmly bound to these good lands in which we live."
If Oropher were pleased at the news, Thranduil did not know. His father continued to keep him to his back, choosing instead to look out into the forest, with his arms crossed now.
Thranduil wondered over the changing of his father's body language, and wondered now if it were Glorfindel who crossed his mind. And just as he had suspected, Oropher turned to him, staring with his intense probing eyes.
"I gather your day with the Noldo was also enjoyable, for you lingered longer than I would have thought would be needed for the task I sent you on." He finally stepped away from the large window, moving more into the room, closer to his son.
"Yes, the day was good," Thranduil answered truthfully. "for Galion was granted leisure with his sister's family, and she offered us to break bread at her table."
He noticed his father seemed pleased at hearing this, for Thranduil knew Galion was dear to him. He hoped his father would move to a different topic now, for the southern reports had been delivered this day and Thranduil held concern over what developments were occurring with the discord that echoed through the forest for some time now.
But Oropher would not be deterred, choosing instead to speak of what he wanted and on his own time.
"The Lord Glorfindel grows impatient." Oropher stated, pointing out a flaw that seemed to justify his disregard for meeting with him.
He walked past Thranduil across the room, and once again his back was to him. Thranduil watched as his father poured himself some wine, and he drank it long, neglecting to invite Thranduil to join him.
"If I may, my lord," Thranduil paused, and Oropher did not object. Satisfied that he was invited to speak he continued. "I believe his actions are not so much an impatience, but instead steam from a desire to see that the freedoms of all people do not fall. It is their belief that we must unite under one banner, or the darkness will cover us all. I believe it would be wise to hear him out, because I know that you do not want this fate to happen. The High-King may have a plan that we perhaps could make better." Thranduil knew he was treading dangerous waters now, but his father needed council and as a prince of this great forest, he was also a guardian to its people. He held his tongue now, waiting for the anger his father would have.
But the anger did not come, just a subtle smirk that briefly crossed his father's alabaster face. "A strong desire…" Oropher laughed a little, mocking his son's words. He turned now to face Thranduil and could see that he was very serious with his feelings towards the matter.
"Perhaps the Lord Glorfindel could be so capable to convince me himself, for I can see that he has already bewitched my son. Why do you take it upon yourself to do the work of this Noldo? I would have thought that I raised you better than to be a vassal to their kind." Oropher walked closer to Thranduil now, moving quickly through the room until he was standing face to face with him.
"Do you honestly believe that the High-King would take our council? No, he would only lead us as he sees fit, using us only as pawns for what suits him best. The suffering we would face would find no reprieve. No my son, I vowed long ago to live free from the politics and lies of the Noldor, and I would not break that vow now, even as that threat of evil grows, and even if it is the mighty Glorfindel who begs for Gil-galad."
Oropher raised his hand before Thranduil could answer, suddenly deciding that his son's response was not what he wanted to hear now, lease he would fall into a deep rage. But that was not what he wanted now. There was a more pressing issue that needed to be addressed.
"Let us discuss why I really had you summoned here." He motioned for Thranduil to take a seat now, and he only continued when Thranduil did as he had wanted.
"The reports from the southern reaches of the forest and beyond came to us today, and the news was ill indeed. More of our scouts have been told by the woodmen that increased orc attacks have left them wounded and desperate. The orcs roam ever northward into the Greenwood. The enemy grows bolder. And the woodmen, although strong, grow desperate and are falling. The counsel believes we should aid our southern neighbors, and I would have to agree. They act a buffer for us and have ever been on friendly terms. See to the delivery of supplies to them tomorrow. We will not turn a blind eye to their misfortune or suffering when are lands remain safe."
The King sighed now and too seated himself across from Thranduil. "Also Thranduil, I want you to go there tomorrow and see for yourself just how dire the situation has become. See with your eyes, and tell me truly what the report did not."

Thranduil nodded, agreeing to his King's request. He waited for more instructions that he knew was coming.
"My counselors are preparing the supplies and a small convey will go with you. And Lord Glorfindel.." Oropher debated a little on what to do with him. " I will not have him go. We will not tell his Lordship of your plans tomorrow, for i do not believe this information should be privy to him. Understood?"
"And when do you plan on meeting with Glorfindel?" Thranduil found himself having to ask, even if the King might want to change the subject. The dream from last night still lay heavy in his heart, so heavy that he found he could not hide it.
Oropher thought for a moment for a response, but stopped when he saw his son's eyes suddenly darken. Alarm flashed in his mind, and he wondered why or what would cause Thranduil's expression to darken. His eyes were stormy now as if a shadow had settled into the depths of his eyes. Indeed, something heavy hung in his mind.
"What is it Thranduil? Please speak your mind. Tell me what troubles your soul." Oropher's piercing gaze was set on Thranduil, who's unblinking deep green eyes let all his forbidding worry reflect a future he was sure would come to pass.
"Was it a vision?" Oropher asked, knowing his son from time to time had the gift of foresight, a blessing the Valar had granted to him since he was but a youth in Doriath. Thranduil use to share visions with him until the last hundred years and Oropher wondered if perhaps the visions had stopped as they sometimes do with those who had been gifted. He also know that Thranduil's gift was weak in comparison with others, but still, a gift it was. But now, seeing his son with his eyes so haunted, Oropher knew a vision had came to his son.
Despite his father's beckoning, Thranduil debated if he should speak of his dreams, afraid the death he envisioned would only move his father to refuse all chances of alliance. "The news of the increased orc actives worries me." He feigned a believable truth to the question, not wanting to talk about the vision with his father.
"No Thranduil. The last I saw your eyes so haunted you had been given the vision of your cousin's death and hence helped prevent the tragedy from happening. If the Valar have granted you another vision, I would know what this vision is." Oropher strongly emphasized his words, using his authority over his only son.
Thranduil knew his father would not let this go, and he could not hide his worries from the one who could read past his masks and his enigma. Oropher could keep him frozen with his gaze forever so he knew it was best to open up and share what he saw.
"A dream I have had leaves me waking with little peace. I wake in dread and can feel the cold of something that would claim me." Thranduil stood now, not wanting to sit any longer. He moved to where his father had once stood, and he now looked out into the Greenwood, where the gentle dusk was setting. The forest calmed his spirits now, and despite himself, he felt his heart be still, even as he recounted that dreadful vision. "The dream is always the same, never changing and ever dreadful. In a place I know not, I fight alone within a never ending army, as great as any sea, rolling as a great black wave of tragedy."
Thranduil's voice dripped with his forbidding dread. The dark of his dreams overcame even the peace of the Greenwood, and he slightly trembled as within his mind, the gore and death manifested around him. "The blood flows as rivers, raining down on me, and it flows even to the sky covering the moon. It is there that I see myself as silent as the dead." Thranduil turned now to his father, directly staring into his ancient eyes.
"I believe if we stay isolated it will be the doom of our people." Thranduil added, admitting his deepest fear to his father. He turned his gaze back to the forest, not wanting to see the reaction within his father's eyes. He let his eyes rest on the leaves that gently blew, now illuminated with the soft of lantern glow, as the setting sun was painting the forest ever darker.
Oropher listened to Thranduil's words, wrapping the vision around in his mind. He pondered the fears, pondered the meaning. But he did not see the vision the same as Thranduil did. Instead, the vision confirmed his feelings and fears, that by getting involved with the Noldor, he and his people would be thrown into the fire with death being their only solace. The Noldor and Gil-galad would be their downfall, their doom as they were a shamed and outcast people forever in Oropher's eyes. Nothing they could do would ever wipe the blood from their ancestor's hands and this vision confirmed this, for the blood on their souls would follow them ever through the ages, condemning generation after generation.
Oropher walked to his son now, pulling Thranduil to turn his gaze back on him. Oropher knew this vision had come to his son now because the Noldor came knocking at their door, demanding their allegiance, demanding they submit to their call. Glorfindel had invaded his realm, and Oropher scowled inside. Glorfindel had to leave before things got even more complicated. He knew that Thranduil was falling for him, and he would not loose yet another family member to their kind.
Sending Thranduil away and then dismissing Glorfindel was only for the better. He would not let Glorfindel distance Thranduil from him.
Oropher suddenly smiled now, as if Thranduil's forbording words had flowed away with the gentle breeze that blew in from the Greenwood. "We shall dine tonight underneath the forest canopy, for I have an announcement for Lord Glorfindel. Please be present in an hour's time."
Thranduil let his curious gaze linger on his father as he waited for what exactly the announcement would be. But Oropher stated nothing more. Instead he simply dismissed his son, as he wished to longer to speak with him until the night's dinner.
Oropher watched him leave, wrapping his intentions deep within his mind. Thranduil would learn of his plans when the time was ready. Oropher breathed in the cool of the night, realizing that he needed to prepare for the work that must be done. He summoned for Galion, who entered momentarily. Oropher instructed that the alfresco dinner be set up within the hour, with only Glorfindel, Thranduil and himself to attend.
As Galion was leaving, Oropher suddenly stopped him with a question. "Galion, please tell me what you saw today between Lord Glorfindel and Thranduil. Is there anything that I would need to know?"
"No my lord, there is nothing to tell of that is of strange nature between the two."
He watched as Oropher studied him, strong eyes burrowing deep into his own, as if Oropher were reading his mind, but Galion kept his silence. For several minutes of silence Oropher kept his intent gaze on him, until finally, he dismissed him. Galion left feeling uneasy, but he quickly switched his mind to carry out the task that he had been asked to do.
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Just before the dinner was to start, Galion sought out Glorfindel, moving quickly to his rooms. In all the rushed preparation for the dinner, Galion had forgot to inform Glorfindel beforehand that his presence has been requested. He paused a little outside Glorfindel's door, listening to hear if he was inside. Galion heard nothing, so he rapped on the door.
"Lord Glorfindel." Galion knocked, calling for him. He waited, listening for a sound from within the rooms, and smiled to Glorfindel when he opened the door. "King Oropher has personally invited you to dine with him tonight. You do have some time to change if you like, but we must go soon."
Glorfindel nodded, accepting the invitation from the King. "I have already refreshed myself, so it will not take me long to change into a suitable attire for a dinner with his Lordship."
Glorfindelwas polite, but a little taken aback by the late invitation. But this was the Greenwood, and he reminded himself that this world ran on the whims of its King. He closed his door, and later emerged, dressed as elegantly as he could. Glorfindel knew he looked magnificent this night, and his sharp hearing heard the faint gasp from Galion as he stepped beside him. Glorfindel laughed within, pleased with himself.
"Please follow me this way." Galion smiled to Glorfindel. "Dinner tonight will be beneath the trees this night out in the forest, for it is our King's desire." Galion watched Glorfindel smile with this news, his twinkling eyes showing that the idea pleased him greatly.
"The night is most fair and I admit that I have wanted to dine out of doors in the forest since I have arrived. Will there be many others tonight?" Glorfindel did not think it would be one of the fabled feasts the wood-elves had with much song and merriment, but he found himself still asking. And Galion's response confirmed it moments later.
"No my Lord. Tonight will just be the King, you, and Thranduil. Our King, it seems, wishes to discuss something with you." Galion led Glorfindel down a hall he had not taken before which opened up to the forest. Glorfindel stepped outside, and breathed the cool night air in this early summer's night.
The trees were tall and straight in this area, with slender twisting branches that formed a living trellis over the dining area. Long hanging lanterns swayed gently in the night breezes, casting their delicate light down on the table tops, illuminating the wood with a rich warm glow. Glorfindel could see that the table was just set for three with the plates standing empty, and goblets turned down. Empty pitchers carved of deep red wood stood atop the table, and in the center of the table was a woodland center-piece. The wood of it was twisted with the branches wound around each other, winding into a circular design with pine cones, red berries and large green leaves finishing the design. It was a complex piece, but made of the simplest elements from the forest, reflecting the land where they had been found. The forest played a perfect host to the spot for dinner. The trees were fragrant and the sounds from its depths were soothing.
Glorfindel was just about to take a seat at the spot where Galion had pointed was to be his, but before he could, Thranduil and Oropher appeared, tall mithril figures clad in silvery green garments, emerald eyes shining bright like jewels.
"Good evening, Lord Glorfindel." Oropher appeared cordial, greeting Glorfindel for whom he had purposely distanced himself from thus far during his stay.
"Good evening King Oropher, Prince Thranduil." Glorfindel inclined his head respectfully, and took his seat when the other two had taken theirs.
A glance from frosty green eyes were cast in Glorfindel's direction before Oropher began his speech. "I certainly hope you like this setting tonight in which we din. With such a peaceful night it seemed senseless to not commune with it for dinner. My soul too yearns for the openness of the forest, and even I could not resist the Greenwood's call." Oropher stated nothing about his plans, even though he saw both the curiosity in Glorfindel's and Thranduil's eyes.
"I most certainly do like this setting and am glad to be in your company this night, under the trees and stars of Greenwood. Thank you, King Oropher, for this invitation."
And Glorfindel studied father and son this night, so curious as to why he had been summoned to a dinner this late beneath the very canopy of the forest. The king's face seemed more relaxed this night and his crown held gilded branches. Thranduil wore no circlets in his hair, and his long silver hair was illuminated under the lantern light.
Thranduil's eyes turned on Glorfindel and he knew that Oropher scowled a little with the knowing of his infatuation. His father's glacial eyes reflected his disapproval. But with as much as the king seemed to scowl, setting his eyes as ice, Thranduil continued with his mirth, not letting his King deter his worship of the attractive Glorfindel before him.
Oropher's attention was snapped from the scene when the plates were brought and the wine was being poured. Elf after elf brought plates of breads, and fruits, berries and vegetables, all made in delectable dishes who aromas filled their senses. The dinner was delicately placed on their plates and their goblets were now full. Oropher knew he could once again focus his attention on their visitor who sat before him.
'How to rid him of my realm.' Oropher thought, knowing that he did not wish to keep Glorfindel here much longer. He needed the other gone, knowing that the longer he stayed, the more a thorn in his side he would become.
Oropher looked at Thranduil, who adored Glorfindel. His eyes had given him away earlier when they had last conversed. But now Thranduil's eyes were blank, hiding the truth, but Oropher already knew what that truth was. He now feared that not only had his son lost his mind, but he too had also lost his heart as well to Glorfindel. This was something he just would not have. Oropher frowned within, minding to keep his face expressionless, and he remembered the ones who had been brought to their doom by the hand's of the Noldor. Thranduil was weak, Oropher sighed from within. It would be his job to protect Thranduil from himself.
Oropher then turned his attention to Glorfindel while he sipped on his wine. The sweet juices of the nectar were barely perceived by the king however, for his mind boiled with anger due to Glorfindel. He almost scowled when Glorfindel broke the silence.
"If I lived in the Greenwood, I would dine every night in the forest, no matter the season, I would let the forest be my surroundings. This dinner is perfect." Glorfindel felt at ease in the beautiful setting, finally able to speak more now that the serving of the dinner had ended and the wine had been poured. He failed to add that he was slightly disappointed that no music was played. But then he could understand why as he reflected on the forest's night setting. The Greenwood itself created its own symphony with the wind in the leaves and the chorus of the insects, calling from beyond where they ate. The fireflies lit up the forest around them, thousands of twinkling lights that signaled in their own language, delightfully illuminating the forest. Glorfindel sipped the wine, wondering what Oropher had to say, wondering why the King took his time when there was important and pressing business to discuss.
He looked to Thranduil, who sat inscrutable, keeping his silence. His eyes were masked, revealing nothing that was in his mind. And he sipped his wine as if he had an unquenchable thirst. The silence was held between the three, until it was Oropher who sat his goblet down, ready to speak on the matters that needed to be addressed.
"Tomorrow we will discuss whatever your High-King has proposed, that scheme that has sent you to our lands and into our realm." Oropher did not even look at Glorfindel when he made his plans known. "It will just be you and I, Glorfindel. I see no reason to include my counsellors in this meeting tomorrow. You will speak your words, and I will listen. Only after you speak will I then make my stance known."
Oropher stopped speaking now, not really wanting to met with Glorfindel but he knew he must. He already knew his plan now, let Glorfindel speak his venomous words, and then send him packing when he would shoot down this request of alliance. As much as Oropher wanted peace, the battle with the dark-lord did not have to involve them. He would not get his people involved with the strifes of the Noldor, protecting only instead the Greenwood, the one place in all of these woeful lands that he cared enough to fight for.
Oropher thought over the events in his life and he thought of Thingol, his distant kinsmen who had been slain by outside forces. He would not suffer that same fate or have his realm fall with the meddling of others. Greenwood was to forever remain a secluded realm, unanswerable to no other King or people, free from all politics that plagued the Noldor and those who aligned with them. He would just dismiss Glorfindel then. That was his plan and he would stick to it regardless of what anyone else thought in the Greenwood. And Thranduil would be off and away, unable to stop or interfere with his decisions. Soon the Greenwood would be free from the eyes of any outsiders, and Oropher felt a peace fill his mind.

'This was it.' Glorfindel turned Oropher's words and his tone over in his mind. A rush of excitement pulsated in him heart, and his mind settled into peace and an ease. Finally. After days of waiting and of being played and toyed with, tomorrow he would finally be called on to do what he had been sent to do.
He knew the King would be difficult, hie eyes cold as ice revealed this to him. But a chance to discuss the alliance could possibly sway him, for Glorfindel knew Oropher saw that evil was ever growing. He would use the knowledge he had of Oropher's past, the hurt that happened in Doriath, Oropher's desire to keep his people safe. The ethos that drove him to isolation could somehow be turned to drive him to alliance. This Glorfindel knew. Oropher would not have his people suffer and fall to the dark lord. Joining the alliance to eliminate this evil was the only course of action they could take now.
"I look forward to tomorrow." Glorfindel started to speak, but he was cut off again by Oropher.
"After breakfast meet me in the council room. You will find it next to the throne room, and if you become lost, I am sure Galion will lead you." Oropher spoke matter of fact, voice devoid of interest or caring. The cold of his tone stifled the mood, and the group feel into silence once more.
To Glorfindel the night seemed less, even though Thranduil was present.
For his part, Thranduil kept his silence, knowing exactly what Oropher was doing. He felt disappointed and frustrated, and all of his emotions collided within his heart and mind. His dark dreams screamed in the back of his mind, and the beauty of Glorfindel before him burned in his heart. Glorfindel was madding to him, tugging at his soul with a force he had not felt before.
He had lived through many ages now and was far from his youthful days of when he had been more interested with the mysterious and the wonders of Arda. He had taken only a few lovers along the years and shared with the fun that the closeness would bring. And here in Greenwood he held the people's admiration and he would cast his charm on them not really caring to ever follow through with his games. It was not out of malice that Thranduil would tease and never act. That was not his aim. If truth be told, not even he understood what kept him from acting and binding his heart to another.
He wasn't even sure if he wanted to bind his heart, for binding meant giving up control. His attraction to Glorfindel he understood easily enough. What he failed to comprehend was just why his heart ached with a longing that he could neither stifle nor control. This sensation was new to him and had been slowly intensifying the last couple of days. Tonight he felt the tug of Glorfindel burn in his heart, torching his mind, as if the the other were literally a fire that was aflame within.
Thranduil's mind was spinning, and because of his exhaustion from the morning's healing and the potent wine, he felt as if the Greenwood were spinning around him. He glanced at Oropher, unsure if the words the king spoke were for him, as the warmth in his mind muted all other senses. How he wished he could just get up and run off into the Greenwood, for he knew that this was no simple desire that had ensnarled him. This was something that was far more dominating and far more dangerous. This was not the time to loose his heart, for the dark lord had already waged a war on the Noldor and everyone knew that days of strife and war were coming. Now was the time for strength and focus, not to be thrown into a whims of desire.
Thranduil closed his eyes, trying to shut the glorious sight of Glorfindel from of his mind. How his hair shone under the lanterns, in such a golden warm rippling wave that almost begged to be touched. His eyes as clear as the gentle summer's sky, were tender, enchanting even. Suddenly to Thranduil, the wine didn't taste so good, and on opening his eyes, he refused the refill of his wine goblet. With his downcast eyes, he noticed not the gaze his father was giving him.
"Have you no hunger this night, Thranduil?" Oropher smiled, as he knew Thranduil was astute enough to realize that their guest would soon be departing from their lands for good. Nothing would ever come from his fruitless infatuation, for the distance of their lands and the duty that Thranduil felt to his people would keep them sundered for good.
"I admit, I do have a weariness tonight, my King." Thranduil looked at his father, whose eyes were gentle on him, showing concern and care for him, even with their foreign guest present.
The wind stirred the leaves a little and even the sounds of the forest paused, and Thranduil lowered his eyes, letting his sight settle on his uneaten food, his appetite was for something other. He knew his father was sending him away to only play his games with his life. And while Oropher was in no way cruel, the king demanded complete control over his household, no matter his age. Thranduil would always be ever subject to his father's will. But still he knew, Oropher loved him.
And to his father, Glorfindel was the enemy personified. The weight of Oropher's gaze pulled his eyes to his father's. And although his lips said nothing, his thoughts resonated clearly in his mind. His father now wanted him to stay away from Glorfindel, and he would send him back across the plains and mountains, back into the west. The Greenwood would remain isolated with only some contact with their kin in Lorien. And when the war against the Dark Lord came, Greenwood would not unite with the Noldor. They would fight and defend their realm alone to their own fates.
'Alone.' Thranduil thought that terrifying word again. He was far too exhausted and bewitched to stay any longer, and he wanted to retreat.
"You should take your leave, Thranduil." Oropher stated, and he was not surprised when Thranduil soon excused himself politely, departing back to the citadel.
At Thranduil's departure, Glorfindel realized that for the first time just he and Oropher were alone. The serving elves were ever present, but they were silent as if they were stone statues that were standing watch other their dinner spot. The silence that feel between them stretched for an uncomfortable time, even more so than before.
Oropher enjoyed the silence, glad that Glorfindel shifted a little with the weight of his stare. He moved his eyes over Glorfindel and accessed him. It was true that Glorfindel had one of the fairest faces and an air about him that conveyed his glory and might. Oropher could easily understand why his son became so weak in Glorfindel's presence. He was even more magnificent than what the lore spoke of, and although they had both lived during the First Age as lords in their realms, the two had never met until he had been sent by Gil-galad and this absurd request.
It was true that Oropher knew like all the others, that peace would no more find them until the dark lord was defeated. But the Noldor would only lead them to death and misery, a fate he did not want his people to suffer. The more Oropher reflected on it, the more angered he grew.
Glorfindel wasn't sure what to expect from Oropher now that the buffer that was Thranduil had left. The night continued to be ever pleasant, with the fragrant forest breezes, stirring the leaves and of the soothing sounds of the Greenwood's inhabitants. Not a word come from Oropher however. Glorfindel silently finished his plate, wondering what thoughts flowed through Oropher's mind. He was use to kings, having served many through his years, with the dearest to his heart being Turgon and now Gil-galad. But none of the king's he had known could have prepared him for the one who ruled deep in the heart of Greenwood.
"I would like to say," Glorfindel decided that he had had enough of silence for one night. "I really enjoyed the walk through the north of Greenwood."
He wondered if Oropher would engage him in conversation. A subtle glance of his icy eyes locked with his, but all too soon, the gaze was replaced with silence. Oropher seemed little involved with him, aloof in his enjoyment of the delicious dinner meal. Glorfindel realized the patience Oropher possessed and how lesser beings could crumble under that wait. If Oropher noticed his want for conversation, the other conveyed not to Glorfindel. The slow realization that Oropher had already dismissed him this night caused Glorfindel to rise.
"Excuse me, my lord, for I too shall retire this night. I need to prepare for the morrow's meeting."
At this, Oropher nodded respectfully to Glorfindel, before he returned to the enjoyment of his wine. He smiled in his victory this night, and let the beauty of the forest's peace envelope his senses.
Glorfindel headed back to his rooms with every intent of reviewing the documents he had brought from Gil-galad for the meeting that was to be held tomorrow. On entering his room, it was already lit, but he thought little of it. He walked into his bedchamber, noting the high position of Ithil barely peaking through the forest sky.
"This late already." He mused aloud, as he realized how long dinner had been. He stretched and removed his tunic before sitting down on the bed to remove his boots. He stood once more, stretching, when he then peered at his balcony. Someone was out there. Moving quietly, he approached cautiously as if it were he who had encroached on someone else's private chambers.
"Thranduil!" He recognized the long silver hair from the one who had his back to him, staring out into the dark of Greenwood forest. "I thought you had retired for the night." He came to stand alongside the other who seemed entranced by something. "Is all well?" He asked over the strange behavior.
Thranduil turned to Glorfindel and let his his eyes dance over him. His bare torso was illuminated under the lantern's glow, almost taking his breath away from him. Glorfindel seemed as one of the Valar to Thranduil. As if in a trance, he moved his long finger towards Glorfindel's chest, touching the soft skin delicately as if Glorfindel would vanish from his caress.
"Thranduil?" Glorfindel's heart pounded in his chest, for his want for Thranduil resounded poignantly to him, despite his trepidations.
Thranduil did not answer, and almost paralleled the earlier silence Oropher had given him at dinner. Deep emerald eyes locked on him, plainly revealing just how intense the want for him was. Without realizing it, Glorfindel took hold of Thranduil's hand, stopping him from advancing any further. He did not push Thranduil's hand away, but held it tightly, until it was Thranduil who pulled away instead.
"Forgive me," Thranduil laughed, a nervous uneasy quiver echoed in his voice. "For I am unusually weary tonight and my better judgement must have betrayed me." He moved away from Glorfindel as if fleeing from a foe, heeding not the calls from Glorfindel who begged for him to stay.
Glorfindel heard his door close shut before he went into his bedchamber. He was completely exhausted now. If attraction could be stifled, Glorfindel knew his mission would not be in peril, but just like Thranduil, he was a prisoner to his wants. He could almost imagine what his king would say if he were run out of Greenwood for acting on his whims however. But Glorfindel was a sensual one, who liked to act on his desires and to Glorfindel, Thranduil plainly yearned for him. He sighed as he leaned back onto his bed. But so troubled was Glorfindel with the want for Thranduil, he knew he would not find rest.
The summer night was tranquil, sweet fragrances of the forest filled the air but the peace could just not reach him. He knew Oropher already did not trust him, his disdain for him was painfully evident. Thranduil was grown and free to make his own decisions, this he knew. But Glorfindel was a guest here in the Greenwood and he knew he could do nothing now to jeopardize the mission.
And Oropher had finally agreed to a meeting. With the one thing he had came here for just on the horizon, he knew he could not stray now, no matter how he wanted Thranduil. He hated to push Thranduil away but the need to get Oropher to agree to this alliance was greater still. That one agreement was of the utmost importance, more so than was his want for flesh. And Thranduil, with all of his sensual desire, had unleashed in Glorfindel a yearning he had not had since his return from the halls of Mandos . It had been awhile since he had felt his heart awaken with a yearning and the emotions pulled at his soul, leaving him weary within. Those emerald eyes had flashed at him with confusion, hurtful even as if pushing him away he had shattered his heart that night. Thranduil could not understand his predicament. Thranduil was indeed carefree as Elrond had told him, as if he was a bright soul who seemed to dance through the days without regard for actions.
If this had been any other point in time that did not call for the winning of an agreement to align from all the great realms of Arda, Glorfindel would have willingly and gladly accepted the advances from Thranduil. But Gil-galad had thought enough of the Silvan elves to want them jointly fighting together, creating a one mighty elven people as had not been seen since the great sundering of the ancient tribes. He could not fail. He would not let Oropher best him. He would not let the weakness of his heart allow Oropher to dismiss him.
Tomorrow he would make his case before Oropher, and the future that lay before them all would become just a little more clearer.
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Not Beta Read. I am so sorry for all the mistakes.
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