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Frozen Heart	By : Argleena Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own (or profit from) the characters in this work, but do enjoy playing with them for your reading pleasure! All LOTR references are property of J.R.R. Tolkien.

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In the days following the destruction of the ring, Elrohir and Legolas spent as much of their time together as they could. While elated to have made it safely through the perils of war and to have found themselves together in the end, Elrohir was feeling more and more melancholy as the coronation of his dear Estel, now known to all as Aragorn, was approaching. He would soon lose his sister to Aragorn and the people of Gondor, which wasn't so bad as he dearly loved the man that had been raised as a brother to him. Inevitability, however, he would lose her to death, a death in which she would not be reborn to the lands of Aman. Legolas observed Elrohir becoming quieter and more reserved as the days moved on. He did his best to comfort Elrohir, but as the time of the coronation approached, Elrohir found himself needing more and more time to himself to think and come to terms with the inexorable fact that she would die and be gone forever while he and the rest of the family would live on in the Undying Lands.
The morning of the coronation was here. Elrohir had not seen Legolas the past three days as he had ventured out on an errand for Aragorn, the length of which was not certain, though he was most definitely to arrive back in time for the coronation. All day Elrohir stewed over where his lover could be. Something felt off and he was full of apprehension. Finally the time for the ceremony had come. Both having tasks assigned to them during the event, he had not the opportunity to speak with Legolas. Every time he attempted to make eye contact, Legolas would look away. Elrohir felt a sense of dread as he wondered what was happening. As soon as the ceremony was over, Legolas had spoken to Aragorn briefly and all but fled the room. Elrohir waded through the crowd to make chase after his lover but the scores of people were blocking his way, slowing him too much to catch up. The next time he was able to catch a glimpse of his love it was to see him walking out of the main gate of the city, the dwarf Gimli at his side. The two walked away from the city in the direction of Eryn Lasgalen. That was the last that Elrohir had seen from him in over five and a half years. No note was left, no word of goodbye spoken, no explanation given. He certainly was good at walking away, Elrohir thought. First he had lost his mother to the filth of Melkor, now he was losing his sister to a slow death in the world. Finally, his lover had walked away, leaving him with no explanation. How much fracturing could his heart take. He felt a cool block of ice forming where his heart used to be. His tears froze in his eyes.
(Present Day)
Elrohir dropped from the tree that he was perched within. The celebration was winding down inside. The final few revelers were stumbling their way home and the minstrels were packing up their instruments, enjoying a final glass of wine. The maids would begin the clean up in a few hours, but for now the house was at rest. It was just before dawn as he crept his way back into the Homely House and made his way to his chambers. On his way there, he passed his brother in the hallway, who was deep in his cups and making a fool hardy attempt at seducing Erestor’s young assistant. He better be careful, Elrohir thought, Erestor would have his head if Elladan were to have a fling with or even worse yet, break young Melpomaen’s heart. Elladan had a reputation for being somewhat of a rogue, never settling down in a real relationship for long. He had broken his fair share of hearts, something that didn't settle well with Elrohir, but they both chose not to discuss that topic. As he passed, Elladan grabbed him by the arm on his second attempt, missing by a mile at the first. .
“Brotthher,” he said, slurring his words, slinging his arm around Elrohir in a drunken half-hug. “Why ya ya wers a you not at ata the Eressors an Glorfinnel’s celebrashhhon? Ad da da was ashking were you were? Eressor an Glorfinnel enquirererd after youse as well. And look!” He suddenly exclaimed. “Youse sare turning to shkin and boneses!” He bent close to examine Elrohir's too baggy tunic and gaunt face with the squinted eyes of the inebriated. “You coulda do do do with filling yours shelf at a feasht or two. Youse are shkin and bonesh. Wha ailsh youse on such a jovivial night?”
Melpomaen immediately elbowed Elladan hard in the side, causing him to stumble sideways, off kilter. Hmm, Elrohir thought, giving a ghost of a smile. He liked this spirited little creature! Had Elladan not over imbibed, he would have certainly known the answer to his own question. And known to keep his mouth shut as well. Everyone could see Elrohir's decline and increasingly antisocial behavior after Legolas’ abrupt departure. For a second, Elladan seemed to get a grasp on his sobriety and quickly looked down, guilt filling his eyes. Elrohir put this off to his gwanunig feeling bad for bringing up something related to Legolas’ departure or his embarrassingly drunken behavior in front of sweet little Melpomaen. He headed for his chamber before his brother could continue on and locked himself inside.
And so, Elrohir carried on for the next few weeks, living in a sort of half life. He avoided food, for he had no taste for it. He avoided rest, for he could not stand the dreams that came, dreams of a love that would not be. He avoided other elves, for he could not stomach the pity, or judgement or whatever else it was that their guarded glances at him conveyed.
The Mereth i Meleth was coming about again in a couple of weeks. This would be the last of this celebration in Imladris as Elrond had announced just last night, two weeks before the festival, that he planned on sailing before the year was up. The majority of the population would be joining him. The two weeks that followed were a blur to Elrohir, who neither felt nor did much anymore, but sit and stew in his silence, growing ever colder, ever weaker.
The celebration feast was to begin in a matter of minutes, however, Elrohir could not bring himself to get up from his bed. He lay there, mourning the loss of his love. He felt himself growing ever colder. The light was fading from his eyes. He was going to tell them tomorrow, after the celebration. He was going to explain to his father, his brother, his dearest uncles that he was going to be choosing the world of men. He could not go on as part of the eldar anymore, not with his heart and feelings inexorably linked to this other elf who did not care for him any longer. He was going to tell them… Was going to make his choice… But alas his grief and broken heart did not even allow him that.
When Elrohir did not show up for the feast, his father sent Elladan to retrieve him, thinking it would do him good to be around those that loved him. When Elladan arrived at his chamber doors, he received no answer to his knock. When he entered, he found his brother unconscious and was unable to wake him. Running to get his father, when they returned, Elrohir appeared to be growing paler and paler every passing minute until his skin was all but translucent. Just past the mid of night, surrounded by his closest family and friends, Elrohir passed into the Halls of Mandos having faded from his grief. Elladan dropped to his knees and let out a great wail. Unable to separate Elladan from his gwanunig, the others left to give him a few minutes alone with the still and silent Elrohir, tears streaming down their faces. They had seen Elrohir fading. They had hoped the trip to Valinor would refresh his spirit. They didn't realize how far gone he had become. They had thought they had had time.
Elladan sat perched on the bed beside his brother. He kept repeating two words over and over again. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I’m sorry.” Grasping his brother in a hug he cried, “Tôr, please. I did not mean for any of this to happen. I did not realize that you two were that connected. You hadn't even bonded yet!” Sobbing, he stuttered out, “I-I-I let my j-jealousy overcome me. I t-t-thought only of m-myself. What have I done?” Shaking his brother as if trying to wake him, he declared, “It was me. I was the reason that Legolas went away. I told him that you had sent me to end it with him. I handed him a letter which I had copied in your hand.” Tears streaming down his face, Elladan began rocking back and forth, repeating only, “Goheno nîn tôr, goheno nîn tôr,” growing colder and colder with every passing minute, as his grief at the loss of his brother, who he was once so inseparable from, began to consume him.

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Translations (Sindarin)
ada- dad (informal)
goheno nîn, tôr- forgive me
gwanunig- twin(individual/singular twin)
Mereth i Meleth- Festival of Love (comparable to Valentine's Day)
tôr- brother
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