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Alagos Oraearon (Storm over the Ocean)	By : narcolinde Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Six

Time passed slowly but each dawn unfolded and each night descended until four months transpired since the day King Thranduil had retrieved his son from the lands of the Noldorin Lords. The journey back had been difficult but uneventful and Legolas had fared as well as he might with Aragorn watching over his health and Elladan watching over his spirit. Upon arriving in Greenwood, a hasty ceremony had been arranged and Elladan had indeed placed a golden band on Legolas' hand, and wore in turn one from the weary archer, for Legolas relented to his father and his nephew's insistent demands that he be wedded. Then Greenwood's Queen revealed news that shocked her younger son and nearly broke him, for she herself had conceived with her husband and together remade the body for Galbreth's soul, which dwelt happily within her.

Then Legolas understood why his Adar had insisted on the binding ceremony, for without the steadfast presence of Elladan he might have gone mad, realising he had created a new life and a new soul, putting this babe at risk without cause. If Legolas should not survive the birth, who would claim the infant if not Elladan? True, his parents would raise the child but to grow up among the sylvan folk without wedded parents was a great shame and a stigma. When he believed the child to be Galbreth, this was not an issue, for the King and Queen of the Woodland Realm were his rightful parents and Legolas had thought of himself as but a surrogate.

Now he was the life-bearer of this unknown soul and everyone could not help but know it, even as they would have known, but for Elladan, that the babe's father would not claim him. The thought that he had come so close to condemning this innocent to ignominy terrified Legolas. Upon him lay the complete responsibility for generation of this little life, whether it should flourish or fade before its first year, and the weight of that obligation was profound. In addition he was fearful that his sin against Galbreth now remained unanswered. What might the Valar do to avenge his careless misdeeds? From moment to moment he dreaded their wrath, worrying that his babe would be taken away from him as punishment.

Through it all Elladan lent what comfort he could, but in truth he was suffering greatly and his guilt and fear were at least as pervasive as Legolas'. From day to day his thoughts sought for Elrohir and wondered where he was and how he fared. Would he fade in truth, as he had threatened? If so, then Elladan had chosen Legolas and the child over his own soul-mate, and this was a terrible betrayal, though how he might have avoided it he could not see. The notion that he had killed his own brother, the one being in all of Arda who understood him and loved him wholly, ate at his heart and he sickened.

Though he tried to hide it from Legolas, Elladan's diminishing strength was apparent. What to do about it kept his mind in constant turmoil. The argument went round and round unceasingly: should he pour out all of his light to nourish Legolas' child ere he passed? If so, then what part of his spirit would be left to seek for Elrohir in Mandos? Yet, should he withhold his strength from his sylvan mate, then both child and life-bearer might perish, too.

Shall the four of us reside in Námo's Keeping? That would be an unhealthy combination and no healing would any of us achieve, nor should an innocent be forced to languish there for his parents' errors. The child should live and be happy, cherished in the fullness of Legolas' love, which is abundant.

"You are brooding again," murmured Legolas, but the charge was not made in anger but compassion. "Go and search for him, Elladan. I will be well for a little while. You can return to us once you have spoken with Elrohir."

"I do not mean to worry you," whispered Elladan, smiling as he drew the elf close and planted a gentle kiss upon the bare belly, now a tight round mound of hard flesh. The child was still, no vibrant kicks nor even soft and fluttery ripples did Legolas report, nor had Elladan ever felt them, and while neither one mentioned it their worry was growing much faster than the babe. "I will not leave, be assured of that. Elrohir knows where I am and can come hither whenever he desires. It is that he does not desire it which pains me."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"'Tis not your doing," sighed Elladan, meeting the blue eyes with warm affection. He leaned forward and claimed the supple lips that readily opened for him and fully indulged the delight of kissing the sylvan prince.

Truly, what he felt for Legolas was love and he rejoiced in it, even knowing that affection was lesser than the love he bore for Elrohir and as faintly returned. That was not Legolas' fault either, for Elrond had claimed him first and imparted the greatest measure of light to salvage him. Even that was but half the story, for had the brothers treated their sylvan mate properly, Legolas might have turned his heart to them and none of this need have happened. Then the three of them would be sharing this bed and Legolas' ripening body, a truly erotic phenomenon that Elladan could not resist.

He caressed the swell beneath the naval, smiling when Legolas murmured that lovely trilling purr of his, the one that meant he was eager for love. He bent and kissed the warm skin again, dabbing at the fold that was daily becoming less an indentation and more a stretched rim. This made Legolas giggle and so he let his lips wander to the tender sides where the Wood Elf was very ticklish, and soon had him wriggling and roaring with laughter.

"Enough!" cried Legolas. "I yield, I yield!"

"I was not aware that terms had been offered," snickered Elladan. "I will say when you've had enough." Even so he stopped the merciless tickling and moved on, tasting his way up to the underarm, lapping at the heat and inhaling the scent that gathered where Legolas had the faintest wisp of cornsilk coloured hairs. "I don't know what it is about your scent, but it drives me wild." Elladan whispered. "It must be some sylvan trait, for Elrohir and I do not have this particular quality." He sampled the flavour of it and moaned, feeling Legolas twitch and shiver.

"Untie me," Legolas said, "let me touch you." Propped against the bedstead, he pulled at the bonds securing his wrists to the ironwork and could easily have torn free, for they were of silk instead of hithlain, but in truth he liked this game and Elladan seemed to need the extra stimulus to become aroused enough to satisfy him. His need seemed ever to be growing while Elladan's was slowly waning with every passing day.

"No." Elladan had no intention of letting Legolas free, for no sooner were those hands loosed than the Wood Elf would use them to coax him into unbridled frenzy. Then their love-making would end too soon and Elladan wanted it to last, for here he found the only comfort left to him in Elrohir's absence. Besides, Legolas had become insatiable of late and it was easier to give him the pleasure he craved if Elladan kept him captive and toyed with him until neither of them could bear it anymore. Sometimes, that took hours, for he realised with sadness that while his interest was not diminished, his ability to gratify it was.

Legolas playfully kicked at Elladan, aiming for the great maroon organ between his powerful thighs and as expected, this attempt at assault earned him a penalty.

"Wicked imp," hissed Elladan. He sat up and fingered the golden studs piercing the sylvan's nipples. "You know better than to try such tricks with me." The sylvan elf arched into the contact and Elladan pulled hard, eliciting a gasp. Then he let go and lifted Legolas at the rear, abruptly thrusting his cock fully inside the tender, wet opening, seeking and finding the deeply buried prostate. Again and again he rammed into it, knowing Legolas would not come, for a mithril ring surrounded his rigid shaft to prevent just that very thing. When he had the archer almost in tears of frustrated ecstasy, Elladan stopped and withdrew, panting after the effort expended, and rested his forehead on Legolas' shoulder.

"Ai, Elladan, saes, give me release. I am in agony," pleaded Legolas. He leaned his cheek against the crown of ebony hair, listening to the laboured breathing and feeling the sweat that matted the black locks. His heart skipped; Elladan was exhausted and it seemed he would fall asleep ere either one had reached his peak. Legolas sighed and turned to kiss the tresses, longing to gather Elladan close, for he was depleting himself on the child's behalf, even though his own light was now but half its normal magnitude. "It is well, untie me now. We have pushed the game too far."

"What?" Elladan stirred, realising he'd drifted into reverie, and blushed in embarrassment. "Ai Valar, what you must think."

"I think you are noble and brave, but I want you to live. The babe needs his father, Elladan, and there is none to play that part but you."

Elladan said nothing to this as he complied, loosening the silken bonds and drawing Legolas into his embrace. With the warm body so close, he felt his desire stirring again and hummed in contentment, pressing his rejuvenated erection against the lithe figure as he rolled atop Legolas. With perfect ease his penis found its way inside the warm confines and he began rocking, revelling as lean legs wrapped around his waist and drew him close, pressing kisses upon the neck and shoulders beneath his face.

"Is this all right?" he whispered, groaning as the friction caressed his cock. He bent to taste the Wood Elf's mouth again and found it sweet and inviting, the teasing tongue darting around his to dab at the roof of his mouth. He withdrew and found Legolas' eyes upon him, alight with affection and desire, and his pace increased of its own accord. "Will it be all right for you, like this?" he asked again.

"'Tis glorious," warbled Legolas, shutting his eyes as another glaring scintillation of stars blinded his vision for a second. "Yet, you left me restrained where I most need to be freed. Could you…?"

Elladan mumbled an obscene oath and pulled out, red-faced again as he hastened to remove the constraint encircling the archer's engorged organ. A soft sigh escaped Legolas and the long legs drew up at the knees and fell wide to either side, offering Elladan whatever might please him best. The archer's primed penis excreted a huge swollen bead of clear fluid and Elladan lapped it up before it could crest the slit and dribble down the slender red cock. That made Legolas jump and Elladan grinned up at him, tasting the sensitive glans again and rubbing his tongue across the weeping orifice vigourously. He could make Legolas come like this, had done so before, and afterwards plunged his cock inside and taken his pleasure in one, or sometimes both, openings.

That was what he would do today and he fell to suckling the aroused shaft with as much force as he could, rolling the testicles between his fingers as Legolas bucked and flexed his hips to increase the sensation.

"Inside!" he gasped, but Elladan would not obey and in no time Legolas felt his orgasm overtake him, the swift rush of seminal fluid quickly consumed by the Noldorin Lord's aggressive tongue. He lay panting and heaving in the radiant afterglow of the exhilarating experience when suddenly his rear was lifted up and the blunt tip of Elladan's erection breached his anus, pushing in deep to the accompaniment of a low, feral growl. He focused on dark grey eyes animated with the intensity of a summer storm and smiled. "Have me then, meleth."

Elladan burst into action, pumping deep and hard into the strong resistance, finding his energy escalating as he gave himself to the pleasure of possessing Legolas this way. It was almost too good and he refused to consider why it pleased him so to satisfy himself in a manner that denied the Wood Elf any physical enjoyment and generally left him sore and cranky. His pace increased and he watched spellbound as Legolas' fingers teased his own nipples and stroked his enflamed ears. A dark growl left Elladan and he stopped, pulling out and grabbing the wandering fingers. Hastily he bound Legolas to the bedstead again and then paused, breathing hard as he tweaked first one nipple and then its twin, grinning when Legolas shivered under the touch. He did the same to the ears, lavishing each with long wet strokes of his tongue that had the sylvan's heart pounding and the lax penis filling up again.

Then an idea came over him and he acted on it, bringing the image to reality with one quick lift and turn. A surprised exclamation left Legolas and Elladan chuckled.

"Weren't expecting that, were you?" he said, surveying the bound figure with satisfaction.

On his knees, Legolas now faced the headboard, arms crossed, chin pushed up against them, chest pressed against the wrought iron whorls and swirls of leaves and vines worked into the artistic filigree of the metal. His cock was caught betwixt his body and the cold iron, his wet nipples poking through the open work as the cool air wafted over them. Elladan was not done, however, and rose from the bed, pulling it out a few feet so that he could pass between the wall and the bedstead. Then he reached through the openings and found the archer's rigid shaft, massaging and stroking the flesh even as he suckled the exposed nipples, tugging and yanking until he had forced the cock through one of the metal work curlicues. He stood back, then, hands on hips, pleased with the effect so far.

"Elladan," Legolas said, not entirely enthusiastic, for his neck was bent at an awkward angle and he could not look at his mate. The sensation of having his penis thrust through the ironwork was exciting, and the fact that he was at Elladan's mercy was even more thrilling, but he wanted to see what was happening as well as feel it.

"Quiet," ordered Elladan and leaned in to bite a tender red node where it peeped out of a collection of frozen black tendrils. After that, he had to do the same to the other and enjoyed the tense ripple that coursed through Legolas' muscles in response. Then he left to retrieve the golden chains and clamps from a drawer, for he had discovered that Legolas had packed many of his toys and brought them with him to Greenwood. He carried the long string of glittering metal back to the bed and threaded it through the metalwork.

"What are you doing?" asked Legolas, hearing the soft clatter of the chains, but the next instant he knew, for a tight pincer clamped over each of his nipples, a sharp tug confirming the fit was tight and secure, and he wailed. Then the bonds at his wrists were loosened and reversed so that they were no longer awkwardly crossed beneath his chin and he could see. He was chained to the bed at the nipples, the flesh drawn taut where the clamps passed through the filigree and joined the golden links. His cock was jutting through a loop of iron, held almost perpendicular to his body and the sensation of the cold metal made him grow harder, which in turn increased the pressure on his flesh.

Experimentally, he tried to pull back and slide his penis out of the ironwork, but at once the clamps seized him with a powerful grip and he gasped, the tender nipples flaring with pain and a jolt of pleasure that made him shudder. The vibration reached his cock and it twitched in the confining metal. Legolas groaned and pressed his forehead against the bedstead.

"Now this is what I have been missing," said Elladan, reaching out to stimulate the pinnacle of Legolas' cock and testing the chains so that the red flesh caught in the clamps was stretched and then released. That wrung a desperate cry from the Wood Elf and so Elladan repeated the manoeuvre, watching in fascination as Legolas writhed in the turmoil of pain and pleasure. He was eager to see what would happen when he began fucking the elf and hastened to resume his place on the bed, crouching close and pressing his erection against the parted cheeks, fingering the double holes.

There was not really any question which he would choose and buried his cock to the balls in the cramped confines of the anal canal, lunging rhythmically to achieve his purpose, hands gripping Legolas at the waist, so to minimise the jarring his tenderest flesh would receive. The archer's cock, however, was drawn back and forth within the metal loop and this Elladan could see, peering over the Wood Elf's shoulder to watch the long slender shaft stabbing through the opening, effectively fucking the furniture. The skin was growing bright red as the surface of the metal abraded it and this excited him; he increased his pace and the force with which he pounded into Legolas' arse.

His design was not to be cruel and he would have Legolas know pleasure along with the pain. Just before he gave in to the exultant culmination of this act, Elladan withdrew one last time and plunged full force into the second opening, angling Legolas slightly toward him and thus pulling his torso out from the headboard just enough to raise a plaintive cry of agony and ecstasy combined. That made his heart soar, for it was ever a challenge to coax any vocal signs of delight from Legolas. He lunged harder, pressing Legolas into the bedstead and roughly pulling him back with each motion, making sure he struck the interior gland with every thrust, ramming the archer's cock through the metal filigree.

Elladan reached for the organ so ruggedly treated and squeezed it, milking a trickle of slick fluid from the tip which was quickly smeared the length of the cock, easing the abrasive friction considerably. It was then he felt Legolas shudder and heard another trilling cry and Elladan gave in, letting his seed speed from his cock in glorious release as he crowded in close atop the archer, pelvis pivoting and loins pumping to expel every drop, and settled his teeth into the muscle of the archer's shoulder. He left a dark maroon imprint of his incisors and then rested against the sturdy back, smiling even as he struggled to gather sufficient air to remain conscious.

At last he could think again and realised that Legolas was hanging onto the bedstead with rigid fingers, his body tense and trembling, for the implements of their torturous desires still bound him thus. Elladan hastened to loosen the bonds at his wrists and then the tight clamps from his nipples and finally drew the relaxed penis back through the metal loop. There was a slight smear of blood where the delicate skin had broken during its rough intercourse with the headboard and some bruising at the base of the organ. Carefully Elladan turned Legolas onto his back and settled him gently into the downy covers, drawing him into a strong embrace and smothering his cheeks with kisses.

"Not too much, was it?" he asked, for the sight of Legolas' blood always upset him after the fact.

"Nay, I would have told you at the beginning if it was," said Legolas. "I will be sore for a time, nothing more."

Legolas didn't mind the battering his body took during their love-making for this was how he'd been trained to experience pleasure. Elladan was less harsh than his brother and never let his torments become degrading, mocking and scorning Legolas for enjoying what they shared, as Elrond used to do. He yawned and snuggled into Elladan's arms, resting his ear against the broad firm chest and listening to the powerful beat of his heart. He fell asleep like that, drifting into reverie that was deep and restful. Thus, he missed the soft knock upon the door and the quiet voice of Aragorn calling Elladan into the sitting room.

"How is he today?" he asked, scrutinising his foster-brother keenly. "And how are you faring, Muindor? You do not look well to me."

"I am as well as can be expected, Estel," said Elladan, wrapping a loose robe about his weary frame as he came forth, a rueful smile upon his lips. "Legolas is not so fit as he would like me to imagine, either. He grieves for Adar and tries to hide it, but everyone knows he gave over his heart to Elrond. He is fading from a broken heart; I am fading for the same cause. I have already spoken to King Thranduil and he will raise the child as his own should the worst happen."

"That could not have been an easy conversation," sympathised Aragorn, pressing Elladan to sit and handing him a flask of Miruvor.

"Ai! The pain in his eyes was terrible! Estel, he is being forced to witness his son's withering demise while he watches and can do nothing. It tears at my heart, Muindor, and makes me worry for the other babe the new year will welcome. What if Thranduil and his Lady-wife cannot support them both? I cannot even bear to look upon her, she is so sad, yet she comes often to our rooms to be with Legolas or asks us to spend the day with her that she might have him close for whatever time they have. They are already grieving for the loss of Legolas; everyone is grieving."

"You've had no word from Elrond or Elrohir?"

"Nay, nor do I expect it after so long a time. How could they so easily abandon us?" Elladan's face was stricken with the hurt and sorrow this realisation brought him and he looked to his distant kinsman for an answer that would ease his distress. Expecting none, his senses jolted in surprise when Aragorn gripped him at the shoulder and squeezed, a bright light gleaming in his eyes.

"There is still hope," he said. "King Thranduil has bid me fetch you to his study. There is no need to clean up or dress; just go, Elladan!" he exclaimed, a huge grin breaking out over his features.

For a second Elladan only gaped up at him and then he returned the smile, bolting from the chair and racing away down the passageways of the underground fortress, robe flapping and revealing rather more perhaps than he would normally wish, not daring to call out the name within his heart. He didn't pause to knock, barging into the King's study and skidding to an abrupt halt, his lungs drawing in an audible gasp as the scene met his eyes.

There on the floor before the hearth knelt his father, head bowed low and robes tattered and rent, hair bedraggled and knotted, his person dirty and dishevelled as it had never been in all the Ages of his long life, for this was not the careworn state of a warrior after heated battle nor the frayed and ragged aftermath of a wayfarer after a journey long and rigourous. Elrond's very soul was threadbare and rapidly going to utter ruin. Towering over him stood the Elven King, his Winter Queen beside him, bent low to hear the words the deprecated Lord was speaking, the once firm and forceful voice reduced to whispers and rasping.

"…whatever penalty you deem meet, I will not account it too great to bear if only I might see him. Let me at least have that grace, to beg forgiveness before my soul passes to Mandos to endure the purifying heat of Námo's wrath."
"Adar!" cried Elladan, and fell to his knees beside his father. "What does this mean? Have you suffered so terribly and yet kept apart? Why?"

"Elladan, ionen, my heart is lighter to see you again," said Elrond, smiling as his eldest enclosed him in a strong embrace. "How is he?"

"Legolas is losing ground daily, as I said," spoke Thranduil, but his voice was not harsh nor grating with anger. Rather, there was intense sorrow in the tones and his hand clutched tightly to his wife's and drew her close.

"And the child, my little babe?" whispered Elrond, eyes imploring his son for some hint of hope.

"The child is well and strong, according to Aragorn," advised Elladan. "Legolas will not permit any woe to reach him, verily surrounding the unborn babe in walls of love and joy. The babe will live on, though it is unlikely Legolas will be there to see him grow. I have learned from Legolas' naneth that a male life-bearer generally has a more difficult time delivering the child at birth, and for Legolas this will be exaggerated as he is weakened already.

"But you are here! Surely this will bolster his courage and determination, for I know he longs to be the one to raise this child and fights against the dragging weight of the grieving sickness. Why do you tarry in the study of the King? Come! I will take you to him and once reunited there is then nothing left to fear." Elladan rose and heaved his father up to his feet, urging him to move, but Elrond resisted.

"Wait, Elladan," said the Winter Queen. "We want what you propose also, but only if it is Legolas' desire. We asked you here to question you plainly about the bond the two of you share. Can you not supply the need for his heart's ease, and he for yours?" The elegant Lady of Greenwood surveyed the elder Twin's eyes and sifted his faltering aura through the fingers of her inner sight. A sigh left her, filled with sadness for she perceived the answer already and was not certain Elrond could save her son's life, so long had he waited to come to Greenwood and claim his heart's desire.

"Nay, Lady-queen," Elladan shook his head. "Legolas loves me and I him, but it is not the love of eternal mates. Each of us is more staunchly bound to someone else, and only that person might stay the devastation crippling our spirits."

"Now do you believe, Elven Lord?" demanded Thranduil. "Your son is gallant and true-hearted, but he is not the one who can help Legolas. You it has always been who holds my son's heart. I will ask you again: Will you bind yourself to my second son, Legolas of Greenwood, whom you have got with child, or betray his trust?"

Elrond clutched at Elladan for support, eyes locked on the face of the distraught father, mouth dry and heart pounding. "Is this possible?" he whispered, shifting his sight to take in the pained expression darkening the fair Queen's features. "Have you not already bound him over to Elladan?"

"Aye, we did so to forestall his ruin, for I will bear the child he thought to create and now his heart is burdened with fear over what will become of his faer 'wain dithen (new little soul)," explained the Queen.

"And it is not unusual for an elf to be bound to more than one mate in such cases as these. Oft times, a bond of last resort must be enjoined between elves already mated but not to one another, for such are the chances of fate and war and the dark times in which we live," added Thranduil. "The bond to Elladan will remain, but what Legolas' soul craves is union with yours. The separation has been hard on you as well, I judge."

"It has." Elrond's voice trembled over the simple answer and a sheen of unshed tears magnified the anguish visible in his grey gaze.

"Well, then," prompted Elladan gently, "what is your answer, Adar?"

Then Elrond straightened his stooping back and stood tall, a light of hope filling his features and a smile hovering near his lips as he turned to the Elven King. "I would be honoured to claim your second son, Legolas of Greenwood, as my eternal mate and marry him to me as custom allows and the Valar demand," he announced boldly, and then added, "If he will yet have me."

"Eglerio Elbereth," whispered the Queen and found she had to sit down, the strain more than she had thought and the relief too much to endure on her feet. Thranduil hugged her tight and made no secret of the tears of joy he shed into her ebony hair.

"He will have you," laughed Elladan, "though mayhap you should let some time pass before you attempt to have him!" He tugged again to force his father into motion, eager to effect this reunion and know that Legolas would not be lost nor the babe bereft of his parents. His own fate he counted as little and it was in his mind to try and make the crossing ere his strength expired utterly.

"Wait!" called Thranduil, sharing a radiant glance with his wife, and barred their way. "Aragorn is seeing to Legolas and will bring him to the guest rooms we have set aside for your kin, Elladan. Galion will make certain your Adar finds his way there and has opportunity to bathe and change his ragged raiment before meeting with Legolas. As for you, there is another in your father's party who refused to set foot within my halls. Why do you not go out and make him change his mind? He waits in the courtyard to learn the result of Elrond's desperate bid for forgiveness and salvation."

Now Elladan looked to his father for confirmation and found it, though the expression was not one of joy but dark foreboding.

"It is Elrohir," said Elrond, "and he means to die, thinking the sacrifice of his life is the only deed that would balance the evil he has done."

"Elrohir has come?" asked Elladan, hardly daring to believe it, but he did not wait for the answer, racing away again, calling his brother's name as he ran.

Out in the courtyard he found him, kneeling in the dirt and all but stripped of garments, for he wore only a shabby and much abused pair of leggings. No shoes or boots protected his feet and his back was bare, and the sight of it made Elladan cry out in alarm, for it was criss-crossed with overlapping stripes of red and black and blue. His glossy black mane was dull and cropped short above his shoulders, the strands making a thick curtain to shield his downcast face from view, and his arms were bound at the wrists before him. Slowly he raised his head and looked upon his brother even as Elladan fell to the ground beside him and wrapped him sobbing in his arms.

"Elrohir," he whispered again and again, "why did you wait so long? Who has done this to you?"

"Muindor, I feared to come and couldn't face you after the things I said, nor could I come to King Thranduil's lands in peace, the one who most abused his son. It is just for me to suffer as Legolas ordained. Nothing I can say will remove the burden from me, but it is good to see you," said Elrohir morosely.

"Nothing you can say, perhaps, but Legolas has words you will wish to hear. He has forgiven you, Muindor, long ago, and regrets the doom he placed upon you. It is a burden of guilt upon his heart and Elbereth knows he needs no more of those. Everyday that dawns he exhorts me to go and seek for you, to bring you back here to share in our bond once again. Did…did Adar raise these welts in your flesh?"

"Nay, this I did to myself, for Adar could not stand to punish me even when I most deserved it," said Elrohir, weeping as he clung to his brother, unable to fathom that he could really be absolved of such horrible crimes and reunited with Elladan.

"Ai! That is terrible to hear," wailed Elladan. "Yet it is over now, Muindor. Adar will at last claim his sylvan mate and wed him as he should have done long ago. King Thranduil has bade me bring you into the welcome of his halls, for all is forgiven and he looks on us as family."

Then he lifted Elrohir up and helped him inside the stronghold, and Galion took them to rooms where the elder twin could tend to the hurts of the younger, and where their severed souls could be reunited in privacy.

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