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By Any Means Necessary
by Morgana
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Part 6

"Is that Lord Elrond's breakfast?" Glorfindel, who had awakened in a very cheerful mood, now approached the servant who was on his way to the half-Elf's chambers. Glorfindel had slept extremely well, dreaming of Elrond. The half-Elf had been in his arms, feeling hot and sweaty after passionately making love with him.

The servant, surprised to hear Glorfindel's question, nodded.

Wriggling an eyebrow, the Elda grinned. Let the seduction begin! He came to a standstill in front of the other Elf, grinning wickedly. "Please hand me that tray. I will take it to Lord Elrond's rooms." A bowl filled with red cherries sat next to the plate filled with fresh bread and cheese, and he was dying to pop one of those red fruits into Elrond's mouth. I wonder how he will react to that?

Dismissing the servant, he swept open the door, not bothering to knock. "Good morning, Elrond! And a splendid morning it is!" As he reached the curtains, he opened them, letting Arien's rays enter. "Ah, it will be a beautiful day!" Turning to face Elrond, he stared into the half-Elf's flabbergasted eyes. "And you are already awake! Good!"

Elrond stared at Glorfindel in shock and quickly pulled the blanket up to his chest. He wasn't normally a prude, but the blond's presence in his rooms was rather unexpected -- not to mention he was sporting a morning erection. He didn't want the Elda to think he was lusting after him... even if he was.

"I reckoned you would be hungry, so I brought you breakfast!" Glorfindel dashed over to Elrond's side, placed the tray on the half-Elf's lap and teasingly raised an eyebrow, realizing the dark-haired Elf was aroused. "These cherries look absolutely gorgeous!"

Elrond could only stare at the blond vision that now dangled a pair of cherries in front of his mouth. He was still dreaming; that was the only logical explanation. Why else would Glorfindel be tempting him in such a way?

"Open up, meldir, they are sweet." Glorfindel could tell Elrond was dumbfounded and used that moment to push a cherry past his friend's lips. Ah, this is only the beginning, Elrond. When I am through with you, you will beg for my touch, which I will gladly give.

Elrond instinctively closed his mouth and munched on the fruit, quickly disposing of the cherry stone. Staring at Glorfindel, he slowly realized that this wasn't a dream after all. The Elda was really here, feeding him cherries! By the Grace of the Valar, Glorfindel had just pushed another cherry past his lips! He needed to compose himself!

Glorfindel grinned wickedly, seeing Elrond trying to gather his wits. "I will see you later. We are expecting our guests today." It would be a busy and exhausting day, but he hoped to make Elrond's life a little more enjoyable and exciting now that he knew the half-Elf was attracted to him. "I will be waiting for you in your study." Not giving Elrond a chance to reply, he gently tapped a fingertip against the half-Elf's bottom lip.

Swallowing hard, Elrond watched Glorfindel rise from the bed and leave his room. Stunned, he tried to sort out his thoughts. What had just happened? Why had Glorfindel done that?

He raised a finger to his lips and pressed a fingertip against the soft flesh that Glorfindel had just touched. The Elda had completely taken him aback. Sighing softly, he pressed deeper into the comfort of his mattress. He smiled giddily, unable to hide his pleasure at being touched in such a way. He wouldn't mind Glorfindel doing it again. But then reality hit hard. It is probably just a game to him. Glorfindel does not love me in that way. Another sigh fled his lips and he closed his eyes, suddenly feeling miserable. He shouldn't read too much into Glorfindel's gestures. He would only set himself up for disappointment.


Elrond had composed himself when he entered his study moments later. Glorfindel was already at work, studying maps and working through some overdue paperwork. He fought down the sigh that threatened to spill from his lips and sat down behind his desk, trying hard not to stare at the golden-haired Elf.

Not looking up from his map, Glorfindel said, "The Dwarven delegation have already arrived and the sentries informed me that the party from Gondor will also arrive shortly."

"Any word from Legolas yet?" Elrond forced himself to focus on the matter at hand.

"Aye, according to the sentries he is on his way to Imladris. I assume he will arrive in the evening."

"Good," said Elrond thoughtfully. "I far-spoke with Gandalf and he told me to expect the Ringbearer today." Looking at Glorfindel, he said, "I want you to ride out and meet him."

Glorfindel instantly rose to his feet. "It would be an honor." He cast a look filled with longing at Elrond and then reluctantly left the room.

Elrond sighed, distressed. He wanted Glorfindel close, but at times his seneschal was needed elsewhere. The Nazgul were hunting the Ringbearer and his companions, and they needed to stop Sauron's servants from entering Imladris.

And then there is Thranduil. He hadn't contacted Erestor yet and he reached out, as he needed to know if his chief advisor was making any progress. Closing his eyes, he reached out mentally, trying to get in touch with Erestor.


Erestor felt Elrond's probing at once. And by looking at Thranduil's suddenly alert expression he could tell that the blond felt the half-Elf's touch as well. It made him wonder if Elrond would feel the connection that had been formed between Thranduil and him last night. He hoped not.

Erestor? Can you hear me?

Erestor looked questioningly at Thranduil; could the Sindarin Elf hear Elrond as well? The blond nodded, and then looked away, confirming his suspicions. Erestor forced himself to concentrate and then addressed Elrond. Aye, I hear you.

Elrond's relief traveled down their temporary connection. I was worried when you did not contact me this morning. I reached out myself to check on you.

Thranduil averted his gaze, giving Erestor some privacy and stared out of the window. Arien was high in the sky and he purred softly when her warm beams reached his heart.

Erestor appreciated Thranduil's thoughtfulness and focused on Elrond. The darkness is growing stronger in Mirkwood and I do not know how much longer Thranduil can withstand its pull. Thranduil looked at him and Erestor raised an eyebrow. "Or would you have me lie to my Lord?"

Thranduil studied Erestor and then said, "Tell him the truth." The Noldorin Elf was prolonging his life through their bond and had earned his respect. He didn't want Erestor to lie for him. And it is not likely Elrond will come to gloat. He is safely tucked away in Imladris. He wasn't sure he could bear the half-Elf's smug grin when he saw the Mirkwood King wasting away.

Erestor caught an echo of that thought through their link and nodded thankfully. Elrond? Thranduil is growing weaker each night.

Back in Imladris, Elrond's worries increased. Is there anything you can do to ease his suffering?

Erestor considered his answer carefully. He wasn't comfortable yet telling Elrond that Thranduil and he had bonded accidentally. I am doing the best I can.

What about the alliance? It was the very reason why he had sent Erestor to Mirkwood.

Erestor, aware that Thranduil had been following his conversation with Elrond, stared at the other Elf. "Will you accept Imladris and Lothlorien's support?"

Thranduil was tempted to accept for his people's sake, but just when he wanted to nod his approval, his pride got the better of him. "Where was Celeborn when Mirkwood first trembled under the influence of the Shadow? Where was Elrond when darkness began to claim my realm? Only now they offer their support."

Ignoring Elrond's questioning presence Erestor walked over to the Sindarin Elf and rested a comforting hand on Thranduil's shoulder, taken aback by the misery in the dull eyes. "We did not know how much you and your people were suffering."

Thranduil snorted at that, and was about to shake off Erestor's hand when suddenly a ray of sun caressed his face, reminding him of happier times. Did he really have the right to deny his people this chance? "What are your terms?" He hung his head in defeat as he set aside his pride for the benefit of his people. When Oropher had died he had vowed to put his people's needs first and he had to ensure his people's safety at all cost.

"Terms?" Erestor frowned, suddenly realizing that Thranduil expected to be exploited in some way. "There are no terms."

Erestor? In Imladris, Elrond shifted uncomfortably in his chair, as another mind pleaded to be acknowledged. Erestor, continue to talk to Thranduil. Try to make him understand that we want to help. I need to leave now... Abruptly breaking off the contact, he rose from his chair and hurried over to the window. In the distance, the Bruinen was a calm river, but the water wouldn't remain calm for much longer.

Glorfindel's distress now reached him clearly. Calling on the power of Vilya, he directed the water of the Bruinen at the Nazgul who were chasing Glorfindel and the Ringbearer. Sensing the Hobbit's pain, he hurried to the Healing House.


Elrond felt drained after working on Frodo's wound for hours, but in the end he had assured Gandalf and Aragorn that the Hobbit would recover. Once the remaining Hobbits had been brought to the Last Homely House, he signaled for Glorfindel to follow him to his study. His friend looked tired. Fighting off the Nazgul had taken a high toll on both of them.

Both Elves collapsed onto chairs, watching each other intensely. "That was close," whispered Elrond in the end. "The Nazgul never showed themselves this close to Imladris before. They are getting bolder."

"The Ring cannot stay here," said Glorfindel, his heart heavy for the burden the Hobbit carried. "We are not strong enough to oppose Sauron in that way."

Elrond reluctantly nodded his consent. "Gandalf and I discussed this matter whilst Frodo was asleep. We have a plan."

Glorfindel arched an eyebrow inquisitively.

"A Fellowship will be formed and its members will keep Frodo safe on his travels."

"You foresaw this?" Glorfindel leaned in closer, worried when he saw the deep lines appear on the half-Elf's brow.

"Galadriel and I foresaw this, aye," said Elrond in a somber tone. "The quest will demand lives."

Glorfindel suddenly realized something else. "Who will be part of that Fellowship?"

"Dwarf, Man, and Elf... and the Hobbits of course. Gandalf is prepared to assume leadership."

"Elf," said Glorfindel thoughtfully. "And who do you have in mind?" He knew Elrond and Gandalf well enough to know they had already made plans.

"Legolas." Elrond cringed, seeing the concerned expression in Glorfindel's eyes. "I share your concern," he said reassuringly, "but Erestor appears to be comforting Thranduil in Legolas' place. We need Legolas. He will be the eyes and ears of this Fellowship."

"What if Legolas rejects this idea? He will be eager to return to Mirkwood -- to his father's side."

"I hope to convince Legolas that the Fellowship needs him more." He sighed, seeing Glorfindel's skeptical look. "I hope that knowing Erestor is caring for Thranduil will make Legolas give in."

Glorfindel still didn't feel convinced, but he had to trust in Galadriel and Elrond to make decisions that were in the best interest of their people. "Did word from Erestor reach you yet? How does Thranduil fare?"

"Not well." Elrond vividly recalled the unease and frustration he had felt when contacting Erestor. "Thranduil is fading and we cannot afford to lose him. He is a strong power on Arda and we need him."

"Fading," said Glorfindel thoughtfully. "What course of action did you advise Erestor to take?"

Elrond stared deeply into Glorfindel's eyes, wishing this burden wasn't his to carry. "Thranduil's only way to stay alive is to bond with someone and draw from his mate's life force."

"I cannot imagine Thranduil would accept such a fate. And who would he agree to bond with?"

"His wife died giving birth to Legolas, and Thranduil is free to form a new bond. But I agree; I doubt he will want to be this dependant on someone."

"Then we will lose him."

Elrond shook his head. "The fact that Thranduil allowed Erestor to stay tells me our friend has gained some degree of influence on Thranduil. Erestor may be able to form this alliance after all."

"Let us hope so." Glorfindel continued to study the half-Elf and last night's whispered admission returned to him. He could tell Elrond felt troubled and he wanted to ease that burden as much as he possibly could. Rising from his chair, he walked over to Elrond, who eyed him suspiciously.

Elrond tensed involuntarily when Glorfindel took up position behind him. Unexpectedly the blond rested his hands on his shoulders and began to knead the strained muscles.

"What are you doing?" Elrond failed to keep the surprise from his voice. Glorfindel had never done this for him before! But being touched in that way felt good, and the tension began to leave his body. Sighing, he closed his eyes, forcing himself to enjoy this gift and cherish it, not knowing if such a moment would ever occur again.

Hearing Elrond purr softly, Glorfindel grinned naughtily. He might not be able to seduce Elrond in the fashion he wanted, due to the Ring-bearer's arrival and the attention Elrond had to pay to this grave matter, but he enjoyed the slow seduction just as well. Smiling warmly, he felt Elrond relax further.

Slow.

He would take this slowly, and eventually reach his goal.


Legolas was escorted to Elrond's study at once. He smiled, seeing the half-Elf and his seneschal, apparently relaxed for the moment and knowing only too well that this was the calm before the storm. "My Lords," he said, inclining his head in greeting.

Elrond's eyes flashed open and momentarily he felt embarrassed, realizing Glorfindel was continuing the massage. "Legolas."

"Do not trouble yourself," replied the younger golden-haired Elf, exchanging a pleased look with Glorfindel as he sat down opposite Elrond.

Elrond remained seated and sighed disappointedly when Glorfindel removed his hands at last. The Elda remained standing behind him and Elrond felt rather vexed that he couldn't see the blond's expression. "I take it you bear ill news?"

"Gollum has escaped," Legolas started. "But I worry most for my father. The Shadow is sucking the life out of him. He was barely alive when I left."

"I regret pulling you away from your father when he needs your support," said Elrond sincerely, "But your presence is demanded here. You have an important part to play."

Legolas probed Elrond's eyes. "In what way?"

"You will learn more at tomorrow's council. Please tell me more about your father."

Legolas' eyes darkened. "I left him in Erestor's care. At first he did not accept Erestor's closeness, but when I left Mirkwood my father was tolerating his presence: a victory which is not easily achieved, I assure you."

"Erestor will act in your father's best interests," said Elrond reassuringly. "I do not want to lose your father to the Shadow, Legolas. I do respect him."

Legolas inclined his head in approval. "I learned some things that surprised me. Apparently my father has been aware of my frequent trips to Imladris and the friendships I formed here."

Now it was Elrond's turn to be surprised. "And he did not stop you?"

"Nay, he did not. I would not go as far as to say that he approves, but..." Legolas shrugged his shoulders. "I thought I knew him well, yet he still surprises me."

Momentarily, Elrond's thoughts raced back to his first encounter with Thranduil. The blond had stared dotingly at him and had surprised them both by reciting poetry to Elrond. "I do believe Thranduil's disposition is... friendlier than one would think at first sight. He has his reasons to be this... distant."

Glorfindel, now aware of those reasons, gave Elrond a thoughtful look. "Did you ever try to end this argument between the two of you and start anew?"

Elrond shook his head. "I do not think reconciling is a wise thing to do. The last time we met he threatened to end my life if I ever set foot in his lands."

Legolas cleared his throat, drawing Elrond's attention to him. "My father is dying, Elrond. He does not have much time left to make his peace with you."

Hearing it put that bluntly, Elrond reconsidered Glorfindel's question and then addressed Legolas. "Must I take his threat seriously? Do you think he will try to harm me or my escort should I venture into Mirkwood?" He couldn't believe he was actually considering traveling to Mirkwood to make his peace with Thranduil. But if what Legolas was saying was true -- and he had no reason to doubt the other's honesty -- waiting much longer might prevent a reunion.

"I told Erestor the same thing," mumbled Legolas. "My father is all bark, but he does not bite... Not any more, at any rate. He is too exhausted to oppose reconciliation. Just think of how much good it would do! It would heal both your hearts and be the base of a true alliance."

"You speak wisely," said Elrond after a moment's thought. Looking at Glorfindel he made his decision. "Prepare for a proper escort. After the council has ended I will leave for Mirkwood."

Glorfindel nodded once. "And I am coming with you." Seeing Elrond's troubled expression, he foresaw the half-Elf's protest. "Elrond, I am accompanying you. I will not allow you to travel without me. What Erestor did, traveling without a proper escort, was folly, and I will see you safely to Mirkwood."

"But what about Imladris?" Elrond shook his head. "One of us must remain."

"Your sons are old enough to rule Imladris for a short period of time and they crave an opportunity to prove their worth to you. Why deny them this opportunity?" Glorfindel knew Elrond would give in when he saw a smile tug at the corner of the Half-Elf's mouth.

"You are right; it is time for them to take on their responsibilities. Aye, we will both leave for Mirkwood." Elrond's gaze traveled from Glorfindel to the other blond. "Legolas, you might not see your father for quite some time." He noticed the way Legolas frowned at that, but Elrond continued nonetheless, "Is there a message you want us to carry to him?"

"Tell him I love him." Legolas smiled sadly. "I wish I could join you, but according to you my fate lies elsewhere."

"It does." Elrond rose from his chair, walked over to Legolas and placed a hand on the other's shoulder. "It is important that you take part in this quest. Maybe you will find comfort in the fact that Erestor, Glorfindel and I will take care of your father."

"That does lighten my burden," replied Legolas, feeling somewhat relieved. "I will trust your judgment." Getting to his feet, he briefly hugged the half-Elf and cast Glorfindel a knowing smile.

Glorfindel fought the blush that formed on his face. Elbereth, this one knows of my love for Elrond. Legolas had hinted at that knowledge when he had visited them in the past. The Prince had even wished him good luck with the chase. Well, the chase was afoot and hopefully he would manage to get closer to Elrond during their upcoming trip to Mirkwood.


Thranduil, who was closely watching Erestor, was being watched in turn. The Noldorin Elf had sent word to Lindir that the Elf didn't have to worry about him and that he would stay in the royal chambers for now. Lindir had been surprised, but had quickly adapted.

"So... You are planning to stay here then?" Thranduil wasn't sure what to think of that. He was partly relieved to have company during Legolas' absence, but why did it have to be a Noldorin Elf? "I cannot remember asking you to move in."

"That is because you never asked me," said Erestor, smiling teasingly. "Remember, as chief advisor, I know what is best for you." He was looking for a suitable spot to put his toiletries and the few garments that he had brought with him. After choosing a location, he turned to face Thranduil again. Their connection was still very solid and allowed him an insight into the Sindarin Elf's emotions. "You are tired."

Thranduil nodded resigned. "Too tired to argue with you." He leaned his head back and continued to follow Erestor with his eyes, as the chief advisor acquainted himself with his rooms. It certainly looked like the raven-haired Elf was planning to stay.

"Night will be upon us shortly," announced Erestor, seating himself next to Thranduil on the bed. "Do you wish to visit the lake?"

Thranduil shook his head. "Not tonight."

Erestor swallowed hard and raised a hand, brushing gray hair away from Thranduil's face.

"It used to be golden..." Thranduil whispered, seeing Erestor stare questioningly at a gray strand. "But fighting the Shadow takes its toll."

Erestor fingered that strand of hair, whilst studying the other Elf. Wrinkles had appeared on Thranduil's brow and the lips had turned bloodless overnight. The Ruler of Mirkwood was a mere shadow of his former self. "You have come a great way these last few days. You even allow my touch."

"Do I have a choice?" Thranduil smiled, taking the sting out of his words. "Since you bonded yourself to me - accidentally, I might add - neither of us has a choice."

"True." Erestor cocked his head, smiled, and decided he liked this mellow, teasing side to Thranduil.

Thranduil, on his part, was surprised to see such a genuine smile on Erestor's face. But then he forced himself to address another urgent matter, which he had avoided dealing with. "You do realize that when I fade I will take you with me to the Great Halls?"

Erestor's eyes shone with determination. "Then we must make sure you do not fade, meldir."

Hearing that last word brought a smile to Thranduil's face. "You consider me your friend then? What did I do to gain that title?"

"You let me get close to you when you considered me a treacherous, unworthy, unreliable Noldorin Elf," said Erestor teasingly, letting their bantering continue. He didn't expect to see the hurt expression in those green eyes. "I did not mean it like that," he hurried to say.

"I regret disrespecting you," said Thranduil honestly. "It is just... My experiences with Noldorin Elves... They were not pleasant."

Erestor probed the other Elf's eyes and saw a sea of pain in them. "I am sure you will tell me in your own time. I can tell these memories are unpleasant and we should not dwell on them now that Ithil has risen. We should prepare for the night instead."

"And for the nightmares..." Thranduil shuddered. "Aye, the nightmares... and the darkness."


Beta read by Niamh and Ilye, thanks! All remaining mistakes are mine.

Note to the canon freaks: right, Erestor wasn't at the council, yet he was in the book. I know that. Deal with it.


Part 7

"I entrust Imladris to your care," said Elrond, closely watching his twin sons. Elrohir and Elladan had been flabbergasted to find out that their father was leaving them in charge. Learning that Glorfindel was accompanying Elrond to Mirkwood explained their father's decision, but the surprise remained.

Yes, they had been trained to rule Imladris one day, but they hadn't expected for their father to put his trust in them so soon. "We won't disappoint you," vowed Elladan passionately. "We will look after the lands and its people during your absence."

Elrond nodded approvingly. "I will be gone for several weeks. Upon my return I expect to find Imladris at peace and flourishing." He exchanged a glance with Glorfindel; the blond was leaning against the wall and his face carried a smug grin. He still wondered why his seneschal insisted they traveled together. Didn't Glorfindel trust his men to keep him safe? His instincts told him that there was a different reason for Glorfindel's demand to personally guard him, but he couldn't figure it out. Had it something to do with the fact that Glorfindel had woken him the other day, feeding him cherries?

Composing himself, Elrond's gaze traveled from Glorfindel to Elrohir. Although Elladan was the oldest twin -by mere minutes- Elrohir had always struck him as the most sensible one. "Keep one eye on Imladris and the other on your older brother."

Elrohir smiled broadly and released a pained 'ai', when Elladan elbowed him in the stomach. Elladan didn't like to be assigned a minder! But the truth was that Elladan often got himself into trouble and then Elrohir was left to solve the problems, which his twin had created. "I will keep him safe, Ada."

Glorfindel laughed warmly, squeezed Elrohir's shoulder, and then patted Elladan's back before leaving the study. Elrond and he would leave for Mirkwood in mere minutes and he had to check if everything was ready for their departure.

Elrond's gaze darkened slightly. "I do not want to leave you, but... The time has come to make my peace with Thranduil. And now that Legolas is on his way to Mount Doom I promised to take care of Thranduil." The Fellowship had departed that morning, and Elrond felt burdened by the knowledge that some of its members wouldn't survive the quest. The gift of foresight was also a curse.

"We understand, Ada," said Elladan reassuringly. "Do not worry about Imladris, or us. You have prepared us for this day and we won't fail you." Stepping forward, he folded his arms around his father's shoulders and hugged Elrond tightly. "Be careful on the road to Mirkwood. I heard terrible stories about the venomous spiders that roam Thranduil's lands." Pulling back, he let go of his father, giving Elrohir a chance to say his goodbyes as well.

Elrohir enfolded his father in an even tighter hug, pulling Elrond as close as possible. "I will miss you," he whispered into his father's ear, "But I understand why you have to do this. We have known Legolas for decades and he is an honorable warrior. How much different can Thranduil be when he raised Legolas that splendidly? I am sure there are unsolved matters between the two of you and now that Thranduil is dying it is only proper that you make this trip. Please return to us safely."

Touched by Elrohir's words, Elrond kissed the top of his son's head. "I love both of you."

Elrohir released his father and returned to Elladan's side. Almost subconsciously Elladan's arm settled around his twin's waist, giving his brother the emotional support he needed now that their father was leaving. They would always stand side-by-side, understanding one another without words.

Elrond smiled at them one more time and then gathered his traveling cloak. "I will be back in a few weeks and I will try to stay in contact with you by sending messengers." Reluctant to part from his sons, he slowly walked toward the doorway. Looking outside, he found that Glorfindel had already mounted Asfaloth and was now waiting for him. He couldn't postpone his departure any longer.

Elrohir leaned into Elladan, and appreciated the fact that his older brother was soothingly rubbing his back. He might not show it openly, but he didn't want their father to leave. An ominous feeling swept through him, seeing Elrond mount his stallion. "I am worried," he admitted to his twin. "I see danger, pain and darkness when I look at Ada."

Elrohir's words caused Elladan to grow concerned as well. They hadn't told their father, but Elladan strongly suspected that his brother had inherited Elrond's gift of foresight. At times, Elrohir's predications came true. "Is there no hope at all? No light in the darkness?"

Elrohir closed his eyes to center himself. In the distance he heard the party leave. "There is light, but it is dim at the present." The light that he encountered in his waking dream emanated from Glorfindel and enveloped Elrond, who seemed to stand in shadows. "It is good that Glorfindel accompanies Ada."

Elladan looked at his twin now that the party had vanished from sight. "Glorfindel will keep Ada safe then?"

"I hope so." Elrohir sighed deeply and rested his head against his brother's shoulder. "I feel cornered without knowing why."

"Maybe it is because we cannot be close to Ada on this trip. We cannot keep him safe." Those very things might be the reasons for Elrohir's worries. "But Glorfindel will watch over Ada."

Elrohir didn't reply verbally, instead, he pressed closer to Elladan, needing his twin's strength now that their father had left Imladris. "I hope Glorfindel is strong enough to ward off the impending darkness."

Elladan, who was determined not to give in to Elrohir's mounting depression, pulled his twin along. Ada might be gone, but I am still here. You are not alone, pen-dínen, (silent one). At least you told me about your worries. Most of the time you keep them to yourself.

Elrohir sighed. He had never been able to keep things from Elladan for a long time. His twin always found out what was troubling him. His head still rested against Elladan's shoulder, as they looked out of the window at the horizon. I miss Ada already. I am glad I still have you, êl. (Star).

Elladan smiled, as he rested his chin on his brother's head. I feel the same way about you, gwanunig (twin brother). They were two halves of one soul.


Elrond looked over his shoulder to catch a last glance of the safe heaven he had built in this beautiful valley. He knew his sons would do an excellent job of keeping Imladris safe in his absence, but it pained him to leave home.

Home. Only now did he realize how much Imladris had become home. He would always return here.

"Feeling homesick already?" asked Glorfindel, who was riding alongside the half-Elf. He could tell Elrond felt strained and burdened. Deciding that a Fellowship had to be formed, and making Legolas a part of it, weighed heavily on Elrond's conscious now that the half-Elf knew Thranduil was dying. It wasn't a decision Elrond had made lightly.

"I did not realize before how much Imladris means to me. Since founding it I have barely left." Before creating Imladris he had traveled constantly.

"We will be back in a few weeks," said Glorfindel in an effort to comfort his friend. Maybe later he would find a way to distract Elrond from his worries and pain. But now he had to concentrate on taking Elrond to Mirkwood without anyone carrying away injuries. He had sent several scouts ahead and the rest of the escort was positioned around the half-Elf. By chance, his gaze traveled to Elrond's hand and his breath caught.

"You are wearing Vilya!" He hadn't thought Elrond would take the ring with him on this trip, exposing it to danger. This meant he had to be even more careful. He had to keep the ring and its owner safe!

Elrond stared at the ring as well. "It has kept Imladris safe for so long. Maybe now it is Mirkwood's turn to benefit from its protection. I am hopeful it will fight off the Shadows and keep Thranduil alive until Frodo has managed to destroy the One Ring."

"Do you think destroying the One Ring will give Thranduil his life back?"

"His life energy, aye. The Shadow is draining Thranduil. Once the One Ring has been destroyed the Shadow will lose their grip on Thranduil and he would recover quickly." At least Elrond hoped so. "I do not want him to die, Glorfindel."

"Do you think Legolas suspects that the Shadow will come for him once Thranduil has succumbed?"

Elrond gave Glorfindel a troubled look. "Nay, I do not think so. That is one more reason to keep the Shadow at bay."

His jaw set grimly and Glorfindel nearly grinded his teeth, determined to make sure Elrond reached Mirkwood safely.


When the night fell, Glorfindel decided they would seek out the cover of a cave they had encountered to get some rest. After assigning the guards to their places, he stepped into the cave where Elrond and the remaining guards were settling down for the night. He headed straight for the half-Elf, who sat upright, leaning against a rocky wall. "The guards will change shifts in a few hours. You can sleep safely tonight."

Elrond felt like he had grown weak, spending all his time in either the library or the Healing House. Ages ago he had been a hardened warrior, now he felt out of place among his men. "Are you expecting any problems tonight?" He pulled his cloak tighter around his frame. It was a cold night and Glorfindel had decided against building a fire. The Elda and the rest of the Elves didn't feel the night cold, but Elrond, being half-Elven, did. However, he didn't point this out to his friend.

Glorfindel grabbed hold off a bedroll, spread it out onto the ground and signaled for Elrond to lie down. He even folded a cloak into a pillow and waited for his charge to lie down. "You need the rest."

Elrond raised an eyebrow. "I do?"

"You have no idea how much of your strength is needed to help Thranduil survive. He needs you rested." Glorfindel signaled for Elrond to lie down.

Reluctantly Elrond gave in. He had to admit this felt better than leaning against the rocks. "What about you?" Touched by his friend's concern, he watched as Glorfindel covered him with his riding cloak. He knew the blond didn't feel the cold and bit back his protest, letting Glorfindel attend to him. "I know I do not say it often enough, but your friendship and concern mean a lot to me. It is much appreciated."

Glorfindel stilled in his movements. Was this the moment he had been waiting for? Or was it still too early? He was still debating whether or not to tell Elrond about his attraction when he noticed that the half-Elf's eyes had closed. "Aye, sleep then." He didn't know when Elrond would get another chance to sleep undisturbed as evil and pain awaited them in Mirkwood.

Giving into his need to be close to Elrond, he lay down as well, trusting his men to keep them safe; after all, he had trained them personally! Spooning up behind the half-Elf, he stopped worrying about Elrond's possible reaction at finding him this close and wrapped his arms around his secret love. Soon, melethron-nîn, it won't be long before I make my love for you known. But this hardly seems the right time or place.

Holding Elrond close, he smiled against the raven locks that teased his face. He drew in a deep breath, growing aware of that scent that was uniquely Elrond's. Spicy, yet refined, and with a touch of lavender. That scent, which he solely attributed to Elrond, made him grow hard and he slightly shifted away, not wanting Elrond to wake up with this hardness pressed against him. He tucked Elrond's head beneath his chin, looking forward to the half-Elf's reaction upon wakening. Maybe he would silence the raven-haired half-Elf's protests by kissing him.


Elrohir, seated behind his father's desk, stared at the blank parchment in front of him. In his hand was a quill, which he now dipped in the ink. Decades ago he had begun to write down his feelings in a journal, and now he would add another page to the pile that he kept safely locked away from everyone, even his brother -- nay, especially his brother. He prayed to Elbereth that his older brother would never find these papers.

Rationally he knew he should not keep them at all. He should burn them. Or even better, stop writing his feelings down. Or did he secretly hope that Elladan would find them? No, that would mean the end of their relationship.

Sighing, he placed the tip of the quill on the paper and began writing.

[Ada left for Mirkwood today, leaving Elladan and I in charge of Imladris. I feel confident that we won't disappoint him. We were trained to take over his duties one day and I console myself with the fact that Ada and Glorfindel will be back shortly.

Elladan was as understanding as always and tried to console me. My heart feels so burdened... But this is one thing I have to keep from him. He would never trust me again. This is my secret to bear, my shame, my disgrace.]

Staring at the words he had just written down, he placed aside the quill and bowed his head. He had to keep this secret and take it into the grave with him.

His grave... Soon they would have to make their choice. They could choose to belong to the firstborn and become practically immortal, or belong to the race of Man and become mortal, which would make his life a little more bearable. He didn't want to continue to lie to Elladan and Ada. To become mortal meant that his suffering would end eventually.

Picking up the quill again, he continued to write.

[Elladan and I talked last night about our choices. He told me he desires to belong to the firstborn. Isn't it ironic that history repeats itself? Ada chose to belong to the firstborn and Elros chose mortality. I wonder if Elros made that decision for the same reasons as I will.

I cannot tell Elladan yet that I will not stay with him for the rest of his life. Whenever he talks about his future, I am in it. How can I explain to him that he will have to sail for Valinor alone in the end? That he has to leave me behind? That I will be dead when they sail for the Undying Lands? By Elbereth, how do I tell Ada? I know he wants me to remain part of his life as well. He told me how much he mourned Elros' passing when his brother died. Now he will have a son to mourn.

But I cannot continue like this. How much longer will I be able to hide my disgrace? I will slip and they will figure it out.]

Elrohir sighed distressed, and stared at the parchment. His senses alerted him as his hearing picked up on soft footfalls in the corridor. Elladan was heading his way. They had always been able to sense each other's presence and this time it came in handy.

He put down the quill, folded the paper and quickly slipped it into a pocket. Rising from his chair, he headed for the doorway where Elladan had appeared. He forced a smile onto his face and inclined his head in greeting. "Gwanunig, what did you find out when you walked your rounds?" They had agreed that Elladan would keep in touch with the staff and servants, whilst Elrohir would deal with Elrond's advisors.

"All is well. There are no urgent matters that demand our attention." Elladan walked over to his brother and looked into the gray eyes. They appeared stormy and unfocused to him, reflecting his brother's inner turmoil. He knew something was troubling Elrohir, but his younger brother refused to discuss it, claiming it was too personal and not urgent. But he doubted that. During the last few years he had become aware of a deepening rift between the two of them. He couldn't quite identify the discomfort that sometimes appeared between them. That Elrohir no longer completely trusted him didn't help either.

"We should retire for the night," said Elrohir calmly. The fact that they still shared rooms complicated matters as well. Elrond had once offered them separate suites, but Elladan had declined before he'd had a chance to answer. Later he hadn't dared to speak out and ask their father for new quarters, realizing Elladan wanted --maybe even needed-- him close.

Elladan nodded his consent. After wrapping an arm around his twin's shoulder, he led the way back to their quarters. "Do you have any appointments for tomorrow?"

"A meeting with Ada's advisors. They already asked to be heard today, but I told them to come back tomorrow as there are no pressing matters." Elrohir smiled weakly. "This is one aspects of Ada's work, which I am not looking forward to; those endless meetings. Usually Erestor dealt with them."

"But he is in Mirkwood now," said Elladan gently. They had reached their rooms and he pushed the door open, letting his twin enter first. "Will you join me for a bath before going to sleep?" He hoped Elrohir would say yes, but doubted it. These last few months Elrohir had gone straight to bed instead of joining him.

"I would rather go to bed," said Elrohir, hoping his brother wouldn't press the matter. He headed for his bed, whilst Elladan headed for the bathroom.

Elladan sighed deeply. "We are drifting apart, pen-dínen. Why won't you tell me what troubles you?"

Elrohir swallowed hard. Emotions, which he couldn't deal with right now, were making it hard for him to speak. "'Tis nothing, gwanunig, do not worry about it." He turned his back toward Elladan and pretended to be busy getting ready for bed.

Another pang of pain swept through Elladan at being denied. His shoulders slumped forward as he entered the bathroom. Their beds used to be close enough to touch if they desired so, but Elrohir had moved his bed away from his, pushing it against the opposite wall, creating this distance between them. Why, Elrohir, why?


By the time Elladan had finished his bath and towel-dried his skin, Elrohir had safely slipped beneath the covers. His younger brother's back was toward him and he couldn't see Elrohir's expression. His instincts however told him that his brother was still awake.

He hadn't bothered to get dressed again --not even a sleeping robe--. He had never worn any clothes to bed --like Elrohir-- and he still wondered why Elrohir had begun wearing a nightshirt to bed. "Gwanunig? I know you are still awake." He sat down on the side of the bed, hoping Elrohir would acknowledge him and roll onto his other side so they could look at each other.

"What is it, êl?" Elrohir sensed his older brother's tension and his need to be close, because he felt the same way.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight? I need you close. It has been so long since we slept that way. I miss it." Elladan cringed, hearing the pleading tone to his voice, but he couldn't help it. "Please?"

Hearing Elladan say please made Elrohir feel guilty. "I never wanted to hurt you." Slowly, he shifted until he was face to face with his brother. He paled, finding his brother naked. Physically, they were completely alike and by looking at Elladan, he was looking at his own reflection. Long, dark hair reached Elladan's narrow hips. The forelocks had been braided into elegant plaits, framing his face. Although Elrohir knew he looked just like his twin, the beauty in his brother's features took his breath away.

Sensing his twin's melancholy, Elladan reached out and touched Elrohir's shoulder. He frowned when his younger brother tried to pull away. He had noticed before that Elrohir was distancing himself, but the reason why still escaped him. "Can we sleep in the same bed tonight?" he asked, reminding his brother.

Elrohir knew he should say no --that he should reject Elladan-- but was unable to follow through and nodded once.

Elladan felt somewhat relieved when Elrohir finally gave in. He quickly slipped beneath the covers, making himself comfortable, but distinctly noticed the tension in his brother's body, which now rested in his arms. Absentmindedly, he tugged at his twin's braids, loosening them. "Elrohir? Why are you so sad? So silent? Why are you keeping me at a distance? I can tell you are hurting."

Elrohir cringed. Elladan had always been his second half, the one person that completed him. With that realization had come love, but not the love that one brother should hold for the other. It had grown deeper throughout the centuries until he had finally realized it for what it was. The attraction had become sexual and that frightened him.

They were so used to touching each other, always chastely, but now he found himself eager to be in his brother's arms for completely different reasons. Elladan was blissfully unaware of the attraction, and Elrohir wanted to keep it that way. Closing his eyes, he tried to chase away any impure thoughts. He couldn't think of Elladan in a romantic way! They were brothers! Twins! A love like his was forbidden!

"Elrohir? Pen-dínen?"

Elladan's voice startled him and Elrohir's eyes flashed open. He quickly masked his feelings before making eye contact with his twin. Meeting Elladan's radiant gaze, he was overcome by sensual longing, which he brutally suppressed. Elrohir tried to distance himself from his brother, but Elladan kept him in place. Being in his brother's arms felt divine, but for the wrong reasons. The brotherly love that existed between them had to suffice.

"Elrohir? Why won't you answer me?" Elladan's worries increased. "We never hid things from each other."

Aiya, Elladan, this is one thing I cannot tell you. You would shun me and leave me. Then Ada would find out and he would loathe me as well. This is one secret I have to keep for the rest of my life.

"You are scaring me, Elrohir." Elladan cupped his brother's chin in the palm of his hand and stared into eyes, identical to his. At times, he could sense his brother's thoughts and moods, but Elrohir had taken to guarding them closely, no longer allowing him that close emotionally. "I want to help."

Elrohir swallowed hard. Elladan's lips were so close... -- he only needed to lean in for another inch and he would be able to taste them. Nay! I cannot feel that way! It is forbidden. But how to fight this love? Or this desire that was quickly consuming him? He bit down his pain, trying to deny he was having these feelings. Seeing Elladan's worried expression, he knew he had to offer his twin some kind of explanation. "I worry about so many things... Ada, Glorfindel... Legolas and Thranduil... You."

Elladan's frown deepened. He could tell that his twin wasn't exactly lying to him, but Elrohir wasn't being completely honest either. Something else troubled his brother. Allowing Elrohir to distract him, he nodded once. "Ada, Glorfindel and Erestor are determined to take care of Thranduil. Once the quest is over Legolas will find his father alive."

Elrohir was relieved that Elladan allowed the distraction. "I hope they will find a way to ensure Thranduil's survival. I do not want Legolas to lose his father."

Although Elladan nodded, his thoughts were otherwise occupied. Something about Elrohir seemed off. He couldn't label the sensation and that fact worried him immensely. "Are you sure you are all right, Elrohir? I do not know why, but I worry for you."

Elrohir forced himself to smile. "I am fine, Elladan. Stop worrying about me."

Elladan continued to study Elrohir, frustrated that he couldn't find out what was really going on.

Elrohir wanted nothing more than to stay where he was; safely tucked away against his brother's lean body, but... Stop it! I cannot think that way! But his thoughts possessed a mind of their own and once more his gaze was trained on his brother's lips. Quickly, he closed his eyes, trying hard to suppress his longing. "I thought you wanted to sleep? Then I suggest you stop talking." Just feeling Elladan this close was enough to unbalance him. He had never felt happier to be wearing a nightshirt. That way he didn't feel Elladan's skin against his, and should he grow aroused, the fabric would hopefully hide it.

Elladan was tempted to push his younger brother into revealing what was truly ailing him, but in the end he decided against it. He knew Elrohir well enough to know his brother would clam up even more when pressured.

Elladan curled his fingers around Elrohir's hand, offering his twin the contact they both craved. Now that his brother was hurting he wanted to reassure Elrohir in whatever way he could. To Elladan's shock, Elrohir pushed his hand away, refusing him the contact. Elrohir, what is wrong with you? His brother had never shunned him before! We used to trust each other and now you are shutting me out. Why?

Elrohir hoped Elladan took the hint and would stop talking. Forcing himself to relax in his brother's arms, he pretended to fall asleep.

Elladan could tell Elrohir was merely pretending to be asleep and felt deeply hurt by his twin's apparent need to shut him out. I do not know what is wrong with you, but I will find out!


Beta read by Ilye and Niamh, thanks! All remaining mistakes are mine.


Part 8

The night passed slowly in the darkness of Mirkwood. The royal talan seemed swamped with Shadow and Erestor's heart fluttered madly in his chest, seeing Thranduil squirm beside him in obvious discomfort. The blond's skin had grown cold against his and the bloodless lips were turning blue. The breath that left Thranduil's lips was cold and crystallized in the air. He was quickly losing the blond to the Shadow and he had to find a way to stop that from happening.

"What do I do?" he wondered aloud, as he brought up his hands to rub some warmth onto the frozen face. Amazed, he realized that the skin beneath his fingertips regained its normal tint and began to warm up as well. "Is that it?" Was touch the way to keep Thranduil on Arda? He had to try!

Reaching out again, he gently rubbed Thranduil's face and throat, and was pleased when the normal tint returned there as well. Gathering the blond's hands in his, he rubbed them and after some long moments, the icy skin warmed. But larger parts of Thranduil's body were still cold and that realization made him act at once.

Grimly, and determined to beat the Sauron, he began to strip the Sinda. First, he removed the shirt, then the boots and leggings, and eventually the loincloth. He regretted having to let go of his charge, but now he had to remove his own clothes.

Both naked now, Erestor lay down again, face to face with Thranduil. Ignoring any emotional discomfort he felt, he wrapped his limbs around the blond's body, trying to pull him as close as possible. "I will stop the Shadow, I promise you."

Thranduil didn't react and remained trapped in his nightmares, which made him call out occasionally in obvious distress. Although the Sindarin Elf was growing warmer against him, Erestor realized more was needed to wrestle Thranduil free from the Shadow's claws.

Recalling last night, he tentatively placed his lips against Thranduil's, kissing the King gently. A soft groan escaped his charge, and Erestor released a relieved sigh when Thranduil calmed in his arms. Encouraged, Erestor kissed Thranduil again. This time the blond's lips and teeth parted and Erestor accepted the silent invitation, letting his tongue slide into the other Elf's mouth.

Thranduil moved against him, trying to get even closer and Erestor reacted by tightening his hold. Had he found another way to strengthen Thranduil? Running his hands down the long, elegant back, Erestor relished the sensation beneath his fingertips. Still kissing the fair-haired Elf, he studied the sunken features. Thranduil must have been beautiful before the Shadow had begun to consume him and that instant he regretted never having met the Ruler of Mirkwood before.

Unexpectedly the green eyes regained an ounce of awareness and looked at him questioningly. Erestor deepened the kiss, taking away any questions the blond might have. Experimentally, he squeezed a buttock, pulling Thranduil close. His own body reacted to Thranduil's closeness and Erestor cursed privately, realizing he was growing erect.

Another desperate groan escaped Thranduil's bruised lips and the emerald eyes lost their sparkle as the Shadow pulled him under again. Thranduil's lips however, remained locked with his in a passionate kiss. It seemed like Thranduil needed this contact as much as he did.

Unable to pull away, Erestor allowed his hands to explore the blond's body and he was appalled, clearly feeling Thranduil's ribs beneath the skin. The blond was too thin; he had lost too much weight since the Shadow had made its presence known. I need to make sure he starts eating more.

The kiss eventually ended and Erestor tucked Thranduil's head beneath his chin. His hands kept up the soothing caresses, rubbing circles on the blond's back. Sauron won't claim you as long as I am close. I won't let him have you.

As if hearing that promise, Thranduil moaned his approval. His arms snaked around Erestor's waist and he clung to the raven-haired Elf. His life depended on being as close as possible to the Noldorin Elf.

"I will see you through this night and all others yet to come. We will fight the Shadow together," vowed Erestor passionately, meaning every word of it. The Shadow couldn't have Thranduil. He wouldn't allow it.


Elrond woke in the morning because his men were calling out to each other to gather their belongings so they could leave the cave. Briefly he felt annoyed that Glorfindel hadn't woken him as well, but then he grew aware of a strange sensation that enveloped him. A warm body was possessively curled around his, holding him close. Blinking once, he wondered who would dare hold the Ruler of Imladris whilst the other's arousal pressed against his buttocks. He was about to demand an explanation when a strand of golden silk flowed across his face, making it easy to identify his unexpected bed partner.

"Glorfindel?"

"Ah, I thought you would never wake up." In spite of his casual tone Glorfindel felt nervous. He had no idea how Elrond would react to his closeness, especially when his attraction was so obvious. Strengthened by the knowledge that Elrond desired him as well, he made his boldest move ever. He swept aside the raven mane to press a kiss against the nape of the half-Elf's neck. "I hope you do not mind me holding you like this."

Elrond had seldom been rendered speechless, but he was lost for words now. He moistened his lips, stalling. He took a moment to consider his response. "I do not mind you holding me, but..." Ah, how to phrase this delicately? "Your body seems to be reacting to mine."

Glorfindel cringed. His timing couldn't have been worse. "I did not want to tell you when you are already burdened by so many things, but... I love you." He plunged into the deep, preferring the direct approach instead of hinting and dancing around the half-Elf. He had done so for too long already. "I have been in love with you for quite some time."

Elrond's eyes had widened, but then he purred in delight. "I already wondered why you would feed me cherries all of a sudden. What made you tell me?"

Glorfindel blushed and was immensely grateful that Elrond couldn't see it. "I sneaked into your rooms a few nights ago."

Elrond snorted. "And I never noticed?"

"You were fast asleep." Glorfindel felt nervous now that he had to confess up. "During your sleep you told me you loved me -- desired me. When I heard your admission I was determined to stop this game we have been playing for so long. Originally I wanted to wait until we had returned to Imladris, but it seems the decision has been made for me." He held his breath, uncertain of Elrond's reaction.

Elrond considered everything Glorfindel had told him and then slowly turned in the embrace until they were face to face. Looking at the blond, he saw uncertainty in the deep blue eyes, but also love and devotion. He smiled pleased, raised a hand and rubbed his thumb across the Elda's lips. "Your admission pleases me, meleth-nîn, and I gladly accept your declaration of love. Know that you have mine in turn."

Glorfindel's eyes were swimming with tears of joy, but he fought them back, unwilling to release them when his men were this close. "We will talk about this once we reach Mirkwood. I want to talk to you in private," he explained.

Elrond understood. "You are right. 'Tis a private affair." Watching Glorfindel closely, he wondered about the blond. "I am glad you sneaked into my rooms, for it means we finally admitted our feelings. I have longed for this moment for decades."

Glorfindel smiled relieved. "Once I knew the attraction was mutual I had to have you."

"You have me, meleth-nîn." Elrond stole a glance at his men, who had left the cave. They had probably overheard their conversation and were now granting them a moment of privacy, for which he felt thankful. Stealing a kiss from Glorfindel's lips, he regretted that the action was hurried. "I promise I will make things up to you once we have some privacy."

Glorfindel swallowed hard, still feeling an echo of Elrond's lips on his. He hadn't expected the kiss, and his heart rejoiced at its tender note. "Nay, I should make things up to you... melethron-nîn." The endearment was spoken softly, almost hesitantly, uncertain how it would be received.

Elrond hated breaking the enchantment, but they needed to leave this cave and continue their trip to Mirkwood. "Stay close to me today."

Glorfindel nodded enthusiastically. "I wish I had some cherries..." Elrond had looked adorable when he had made the half-Elf eat them. Calls coming from their escort brought him back to reality. "But that must wait." He was stunned that Elrond had accepted him --his love. He hadn't thought it would be this easy. But then again, he loves me. He is probably just as relieved as I am that everything is out in the open.

Elrond regretting freeing himself of his lover's embrace, but then pushed himself onto his feet. Extending his hand, he pulled Glorfindel to his feet as well. "We will continue this later," promised the half-Elf. "But now we have to be on our way."

Standing close, Glorfindel rested his brow against Elrond's forehead, staring deeply into the stormy eyes. "I love you."

Elrond smiled smugly before leading the Elda out of the cave.


When Thranduil opened his eyes the next morning, he was relieved to have survived another night. The nightmares had been shattering and there had been moments when he had thought that the Shadow would finally claim him. Slightly turning his head, he realized Erestor was extremely close. They were still in bed, and Erestor was holding him. Some time during the night he must have snuggled up to the Noldorin Elf. That thought amazed him. I hate the Noldor. But it seemed he didn't hate this one.

Erestor's eyes were empty with much deserved sleep, but the dark-haired Elf's arms were tightly wrapped around him, making sure he couldn't leave.

Suddenly, images flooded his mind and he recalled the feel of Erestor's lips against his. The Noldorin Elf had kissed him last night -- repeatedly! Why had Erestor done that?

Entranced by the other's closeness, Thranduil let his fingers run through the dark mane. It amazed him that Erestor had gotten so close to him this quickly, but then again, a bond had been formed between them. It was the very thing that kept him alive.

Acting instinctively, he pressed his lips against Erestor's, claiming them in a gentle kiss. He didn't know why he was doing this. He wasn't in love with Erestor, was he? He had only loved once -- truly loved-- when he had been with his beloved wife. He would have loved Elrond if Gil-galad had let him, but the High King had ruthlessly defended his territory.

He wrapped a raven lock around a fingertip and enjoyed the silk sensation that now caressed his skin. What do I know about you? Hardly a thing. The only thing that I know is that you are Elrond's chief advisor... and a very compassionate soul. You do remind me of Elrond in some ways.

He wasn't sure where this line of thought was leading him, but he indulged him and caressed Erestor's soft hair as Arien cast her first golden rays into the royal talan. Claiming the dark-haired Elf's lips, his tongue slipped past lips and teeth and lazily wrapped itself around its counterpart. If that didn't wake Erestor, he didn't know what would!


Erestor woke due to a very pleasant sensation. Someone was suckling the tip of his tongue and causing him to grow erect in the process. As his eyes slowly regained their awareness, he stared at Thranduil in surprise. The blond's gaze was directed at him and the Sindarin Elf's tongue now trailed along the inside of his bottom lip. "What... are you... doing?"

"Finish... what you started..." Thranduil momentarily released Erestor's lips, but tightly closed his fingers around a strand of raven hair. "You kissed me last night." Lowering one hand, he cupped one of Erestor's buttocks, squeezing the flesh like the dark-haired Elf had done last night. "I assume you want this?" Why else had Erestor kissed him last night? Or fondled him like that?

Erestor's mouth suddenly went dry and he stared at Thranduil in surprise. "You were drifting away from me during the night and my touch – kiss -- pulled you back."

"There is no desire on your part then?" Erestor's answer displeased Thranduil. He had hoped for a different answer.

Tactically, Erestor remained quiet and he took a moment to closely study Thranduil. When he answered, it was in the form of a question. "Is there any desire on your part then?"

Thranduil swallowed hard. Until a moment ago he hadn't known the attraction existed himself, but now he knew better. "Aye, I desire you." One of his hands still rested on Erestor's buttock and he squeezed teasingly, bringing the other Elf even closer to him. "I never expected to feel like this about a Noldorin Elf."

"It must be the bond," reasoned Erestor, trying hard to suppress the desire that began to spread through his body now that Thranduil's hand slipped beneath the blanket to rest against his skin.

Amused, Thranduil smiled. "I recall going to bed clothed, but I seem to be naked now."

"I had to get us skin to skin," explained Erestor in a hoarse tone. Oh, Thranduil's erection now rested against his thigh and the pre-ejaculate that dripped from its head made his skin slippery. "I cannot believe this is happening." Things had changed dramatically during these last few hours. Suddenly the pleased and warm expression in the emerald eyes registered with him; they were devoid of the Shadow. What he was seeing was a temporary return of the real Thranduil and the craving expression in the blond's eyes took his breath away.

Not longer content with watching and waiting, Thranduil wrapped his fingers around Erestor's semi-erect shaft. Grinning wickedly, he enjoyed the absence of the darkness in his mind, which seemed to stay at bay as long as he focused on Erestor's body and its needs.

Not giving the Elf in his bed a chance to protest his actions, he touched his lips to Erestor's, locking lips in a passionate kiss whilst possessively stroking the hard flesh in his hand. He had never been with a male before, but somehow this felt right.

Erestor moaned at the unexpected manipulation and panted hard, when Thranduil released his lips. Arching his back, he thrust into the blond's hand. Losing touch with reality his world now existed of the hand that was bringing him closer to the edge and then suddenly the lips were back. They now trailed down his throat, suckling the skin beneath his collarbone. At least the mark won't show when I am wearing clothes. It was hard to think when he was enraptured by passion, but his logical mind continued to function.

As Erestor's thrusts grew more fierce and irregular, Thranduil wetted one finger with his saliva and guided it down the dark-haired Elf's cleft. Finding the tight opening to the other Elf's body, he gently pushed inside. He grinned at the way Erestor's eyes fluttered with surprise. "You bonded with me. That makes you mine." He had never thought he would enjoy being bound to a Noldorin Elf, but for Erestor he made an exception. You are truly exquisite. I hope we will find a way to remain together.

Erestor stared blindly at Thranduil and cried out when the probing finger located the gland, hidden away in his passage. One touch was enough to send him over the edge and he shook violently when he spilled his seed over Thranduil's hand. Panting, he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Thranduil felt truly pleased with himself for bringing Erestor to orgasm when he had never been with a male before. Seeing the confusion in Erestor's eyes, he took hold of the raven-haired Elf's hand and pressed it against his own erection. Erestor's eyes widened at that, but he didn't pull away, which pleased Thranduil immensely.

"What does this mean... for us?" whispered Erestor, allowing Thranduil to guide his hand, massaging the length.

Thranduil purred, feeling alive for the first time since the Shadow had awakened. Through a haze of need and desire, Erestor's words vaguely registered with him. Aye, what does this mean for us? But rational thought fled when he reached release.

Erestor gulped slightly, feeling the blond's warm cream drip down their joined hands. Thranduil's fingers remained curled around his and the Sindarin Elf quivered with obvious pleasure. When was the last time he felt free of the darkness? Erestor hadn't seen the emerald eyes free of their ghosts before. This was the very first time and he couldn't be cross with Thranduil for taking this step. Looking back, he realized that this sensual tension had been building inside his body as well.

Now that he was calming down, Thranduil studied Erestor's eyes, easily finding the questions in them. "I do not know what this means for us. I do know it feeds the hope I have..."

"What hope?" Confused, Erestor frowned.

"That we will survive. That the Shadow won't pull us under." Thranduil felt remarkable clear-headed after experiencing this intense orgasm. "You bonded with me by accident, but now I find I approve of the link that has formed between us. I cannot say I love you... -- not yet at any rate -- but I do feel something for you. My emotions are unreliable due to the nightmares and lack of proper sleep. I would ask of you to be patient with me. Will you join me and walk this path with me?"

"What are you asking for? What do you want from me?" Erestor moistened his lips, recalling the surprising desire that had welled inside him moments ago.

Thranduil released a deep breath. "I only know that I cannot walk this road alone."

Erestor bit his bottom lip in frustration. This was new territory to him and he suspected Thranduil didn't know either what was really going on. It was probably the bond between them that was causing the attraction, and as the link was there to stay, fighting it would serve no purpose. Their best option was to give in gracefully and accept their lives had changed for good. "You do not have to do this on your own. I am at your side and I will support you -- lend you the strength you need -- and we will survive."

But what will happen after we defeated the Shadow? Thranduil hadn't allowed himself to think that was even possible, until now that was. Erestor's determination shone from his dark eyes, telling him the Noldorin Elf would die trying to save him. The reason why, however, eluded Thranduil. Why did Erestor care whether he lived or died?

He just did, decided Thranduil eventually.


In Imladris, Elrohir wandered through the endless corridors. He had woken up in Elladan's arms, feeling safe and cherished, but then his body had begun to react to his twin's presence in a way that was completely unacceptable. He had grown hard with the need to be touched. It had resulted in excusing himself and fleeing the room after dressing quickly in the bathroom. Elladan had given him a worried look, but hadn't asked any questions.

And now he felt lost... scared... ashamed. The emotions slid through him, causing him physical discomfort. His stomach was contracting nervously and he had wrapped his arms around his waist. He even felt slightly dizzy whenever he thought of his brother.

Aiya, Elbereth, why is this happening to me? Why me? Why? Growing desperate he leaned against the wall, feeling increasingly shaky. Tremors coursed through his body. One moment ago he had felt hot, but now he felt icy cold and the trembling intensified. His teeth chattered and cold sweat formed on his brow. By the Grace of the Valar, what was wrong with him?

Elladan appeared in his mind's eyes, smiling and teasing him and his heart missed a beat at the cheerful expression in his twin's eyes. Aiya, this will kill me.

Raising an arm, he stared at his hand, which shook terribly. His eyes widened. "Aiya..." He had seen this happen once before and had hoped to never see it again. "It has come down to this then?"

He gathered his strength and composed himself. His father's advisers were waiting for him and he couldn't show them how he really felt. He had to pull himself together... for as long as he would last.


Glorfindel continued to steal glances at Elrond. The Elda was extremely pleased when the half-Elf returned his gaze, smiling gently. He still couldn't believe his good fortune; it seemed Elrond returned his feelings. Occasionally Elrond led his horse closer to his and managed to steal a touch.

Glorfindel had seldom been happier. For countless years he had believed his love was unrequited, but now he found that it was answered after all. Now that Elrond was close again, he used the momentum to place a hand at the small of the half-Elf's back. "I wish we had already reached Mirkwood." The desire to fold his arms around Elrond was mounting and he wanted to taste those lips.

He grinned momentarily, wondering who would end up on top during their first physical encounter. He would yield to Elrond if the half-Elf desired so, but he longed to take the dark-haired Elf as well. Having had a male lover before, he knew how much pleasure could be found in either role. Cocking his head, he studied Elrond.

He knew Elrond and Gil-galad had been lovers, and at times he had warned them when others were near and they were in danger of being discovered. He had even walked in on them once. Elrond had blushed fiercely whilst the High-King had scolded the intruder, trying to hide his lover from view.

And Gil-galad was taking Elrond... Maybe Elrond will allow me to take him as well? But then again, he wasn't Gil-galad and each relationship had its own set of rules.

The Lord of Imladris was his superior, and he was bound by an oath to serve Elrond until the day he died. But Glorfindel also knew that with power such as Elrond's came even greater responsibility. He could imagine that Elrond would want to break away from such responsibility by yielding to him.

Glorfindel smirked. He didn't know what their future would be like, but it definitely promised to be exciting.


Betaed by Niamh and Ilye, thanks! All remaining mistakes are mine.


Part 9

The day's meetings had mentally worn him out and Elrohir slowly rose from behind his father's desk. The advisors had finally left and he now faced an empty room, wishing his father were still here, for then he wouldn't have to face his feelings by himself.

He walked over to the window to look outside and caught sight of his twin. Elladan had just dismounted. That meant his brother had been inspecting the outer borders, whilst he had been stuck in his father's study. As if feeling his stare, Elladan looked up and Elrohir shrank away from the window, unwilling to meet his brother's gaze. Before turning away he caught Elladan's disapproving expression at seeing him pull away, but his heart was breaking at seeing the one person he loved but could never have.

Elrohir returned to the desk and sat down again, putting another piece of paper in front of him. After dipping the quill in the ink, he tried to write down his worries and fears.

[Elladan knows something is wrong. I can see it in the way he looks at me. I feel it when he is close. He knows something is bothering me and he feels frustrated because he cannot make me confide in him. But that is something I cannot do. The moment I tell him that I love him in that way, he will turn away from me in disgust. And even if he should answer my feelings, I could not allow it. A love like this between brothers is forbidden. I cannot drag him into disgrace with me.

I caught the first signs of the Elven sickness today. My hands were shaky and I felt dizzy. My stomach was tense and had I eaten breakfast I would have found myself being sick. It is only a matter of time now.

Nana traveled to the Undying Lands to stop herself from fading. It was months before she began to fade. She lasted almost a year before she had to depart. Will I have the same amount of time? Or I will fade more slowly? Or faster?

Aiya, Elladan. Just thinking about leaving you behind makes my heart ache, but it is the only way.]

Laying his quill down on the desk, he stared at his words. His head slumped forwards in defeat, folding the parchment and slipping it into his sleeve. Maybe he should gather everything he had ever written and give it to Elladan to read after he had faded? Maybe then his brother would understand what had happened and why?

Elrohir raised his right hand and rubbed his brow. Lately he was experiencing headaches, something that had never happened before. He suspected it was the grief that was causing them; tormenting him in this way. There was only one way to ease them, but he refused to give in to his weakness.

"Elrohir?" Elladan frowned, seeing the pallor that had settled over his twin's face. Elrohir looked like he was feeling miserable and his heart went out to his suffering brother. He covered the distance between them with a few steps and sat on his heels next to his twin, gathering one of Elrohir's hands in his. "You look tired."

Elrohir startled, suddenly finding his brother this close. His hand twitched inside his twin's and, although he desperately craved his brother's touch, he pulled it away. Elladan's shocked expression made him wince and he hated himself for adding to his brother's worry, but he couldn't allow the touch as it fed his hopes and desires. He had to distance himself.

Elladan's eyes darkened dangerously and he reached out again. This time he claimed his brother's hand forcefully, holding on tight. "Why do you shun my touch?" He had tried being subtle in the past and it hadn't worked.

Elrohir sighed deeply, feeling miserable for worrying his older brother. "'Tis nothing."

"I do not believe you, pen-dínen." (Silent one.) Elladan got to his feet and pulled Elrohir along until they stood, face to face. "Talk to me."

But Elrohir slowly shook his head. "I cannot."

"Cannot or will not?" Elladan was beginning to lose his patience. Elrohir's stubbornness had frustrated him in the past, but this time it actually caused him to worry for his brother's well-being. Acting on impulse, he released Elrohir's hand and caught the relieved sigh his brother released. His frown deepened at hearing that sigh, and he determinedly wrapped his arms around his brother's waist and pulled him close.

"Rest against me." But Elrohir tensed against him and even tried to pull away. "Nay, I won't let you." He wouldn't have any of that. "I am not letting go before you tell me what ails you." Elladan tried to capture his brother's gaze, but Elrohir unexpectedly rested his head against his shoulder, denying him eye contact. "I want to help you. We are twins, Elrohir. When you hurt, I hurt."

Elrohir fought back the tears that were building in his eyes and reckoned it was a good thing that Elladan couldn't see them. Aiya, êl, (star) you will hurt even more when you find out I desire you. I have to take this secret into the grave with me. You can never know.

Now that Elrohir remained quiet Elladan felt powerless, even helpless. "Why won't you confide in me? We have never kept things from one another."

Suddenly, Elrohir slumped against him and he tightened his hold on his brother, quickly, half-carrying, half-dragging his twin over to the couch in the corner where he laid him down.

Kneeling next to the couch, he finally realized what had happened; Elrohir had fainted in his arms. Stunned, he stared at his brother's pale face. "What is ailing you and why won't you tell me?" His heart thundered in his chest and it began to show small cracks now that his twin was distancing himself. "Why is Ada not here when we need him?" Why did he feel like he was about to lose Elrohir? Lose the other half of his soul?

Tears appeared in his eyes and he allowed for them to slide down his face. "I do not want to lose you, Elrohir. Don't you understand that by losing you I would lose myself?"


Glorfindel's instincts warned him that trouble lay ahead of them. He couldn't really explain the foreboding, but he listened to it nonetheless. Addressing his men, he ordered them to remain close to Elrond at all times. The half-Elf gave him a curious glance, but Glorfindel only shrugged his shoulders in mute reply.

Elrond assumed that something troubled his seneschal and now that he focused his mind, he felt it as well. Something dark and evil was advancing on them. "We have reached Mirkwood," he mused aloud, addressing the Elda. "Several dangers lurk close."

Nodding his head, Glorfindel confirmed the half-Elf's suspicions. "I feel it too. Let us hope the spiders haven't noticed our presence. I have fought them once before and have no desire to face them ever again." Once, on a mission for Elrond, he'd had to deliver a message to Thranduil. He had barely escaped when the black, hairy monsters had targeted him.

Elrond shared the blond's concern. Rubbing a fingertip over Vilya, he hoped the ring emanated enough power to keep them safe. He noticed that Glorfindel remained close and the Elda's hand now rested on the hilt of his sword. Several other guards had already drawn their swords or strung their bows, ready to defend themselves if necessary.

"'Tis near," whispered Glorfindel worriedly. Drawing his sword as well, he now felt the danger more clearly, causing him to grow tense. Addressing one guard, he ordered the Elf to remain close to Elrond and never stray from the half-Elf's side. The guard nodded and took up position close to the ruler of Imladris.

Reaching for his own sword, Elrond felt grateful that he had decided to arm himself before leaving Imladris. He trusted Glorfindel to keep him safe, but he also wanted to be able to defend himself and fight in case of an attack.

Suddenly a deafening shriek echoed through the woods. Several Elves raised their swords and others slipped arrows into their hands. There was one Elf who charged at once, seeing three hairy spiders emerge from the woods; Glorfindel.

Looking over his shoulder, Glorfindel called out, "Head for Thranduil's talan!" He would make sure the monsters didn't chase after Elrond when the half-Elf fled.

But fleeing was the last thing on Elrond's mind.

Glorfindel reached the first spider and aimed for its legs, hoping to bring it down and immobilize it. Glancing at the party behind him, he cursed, finding that Elrond was leading the guards when they attacked. "I told you to head for Thranduil's talan!"

Elrond was too busy dodging a hairy leg and ignored Glorfindel's indignant cry for now. "Charge!" His men acted at once, hearing and obeying their Lord's command.

Cursing loudly – and not caring who heard him – Glorfindel tried to bring down the first spider. Damn Elrond for not obeying his orders! All he wanted was for the half-Elf to be safe and then Elrond had to do something stupid like joining them in this fight! Didn't the half-Elf know that he was too valuable to lose in this way?

Elrond's curses joined Glorfindel's as the half-Elf realized that they were up against formidable foes. The three spiders moved quickly, their fangs and hooked barbs flashing dangerously.

"Look out!" Glorfindel screamed his warning, but it came too late. He could only watch in shock at the spider's furious attack. The monster lifted one hairy leg, aiming the barbed hooks at the half-Elf's back.

Elrond's eyes widened impossibly and his movement froze when the hooks buried themselves in his side. He had underestimated the speed and agility of the spider, and was now paying a heavy price. Agony swept through him as the spider lifted its leg again; this time with the half-Elf's immobile body attached to it. He screamed in pain as he was lifted out of his saddle. The hooks drove themselves deeper into his body and suddenly jagged fangs bit down into his right shoulder. An icy cold seeped through Elrond as the spider released its poison. Seeking out Glorfindel with his eyes, he could only yelp in agony.

Enraged, Glorfindel charged. The guards followed their seneschal and all tried to bring the spider down in an effort to free their Lord.

Glorfindel gave in to the rage that had been building in his body and he managed to cut off the leg that was holding Elrond. The half-Elf tumbled into his arms and the Elda stared at his lover in shock. Nay, this couldn't be happening! Not now when they had just confessed their feelings for one another!

But the spiders didn't grant him the luxury of dwelling on their love as the monsters attacked again, enraged at losing their prey. Glorfindel gritted his teeth upon seeing Elrond's eyes grow vacant. The poison was strong enough to do serious damage and he had to get his charge out of danger.

Grabbing hold of the reins of one guard's horse, he thrust Elrond into the startled Elf's arms. "Take him to Thranduil. Maybe the King can help him!" Time was of the essence and he swatted the horse's backside. The mare broke out into a gallop.

Wishing he could have been the one to stay with his lover, Glorfindel growled, focusing on the monsters once more. One of the spiders was breaking away from the group, trying to follow Elrond. Glorfindel knew he had to prevent that from happening at all costs. Raising his sword to encourage his men, he released a battle cry and charged again, determined to kill all three spiders.


"Lindir?" Erestor was very much aware of the troubled look the white-haired Elf was giving him. Lindir had been pacing Thranduil's antechamber, hoping to be granted an opportunity to talk to him. He could tell the other Elf was worried and Erestor felt slightly guilty for not having set Lindir's mind at ease sooner.

"My Lord, is everything well? I grew worried when you did not return to our talan. You have now been away for three nights." Lindir studied the chief advisor and caught a slight blush on the troubled features. What was going on here?

"I should have talked to you earlier," said Erestor, sitting down on a chair. He signaled for Lindir to do the same and once the other Elf had seated himself, he began to explain. "The Shadow is consuming Thranduil and I have found a way to slow down the process. However, it means that I have to stay close to him."

Lindir nodded once. "I have heard rumors that the King has fallen ill, but I was not sure how much was rumor and how much truth. Do you want me to inform Lord Elrond?"

"Not yet." Erestor felt conflicted. He knew he should update Elrond, but at the same time he didn't want Thranduil to feel like his trust had been betrayed. "We will wait a little longer."

Lindir wasn't sure what to make of that, but he would obey. "Do you want me to stay in our talan and wait for more news?"

Erestor shook his head. "Nay, I want you to remain close. Thranduil does not want his subjects to learn of his true state, but he might tolerate your presence. I need someone to look over him when I cannot be close."

"Of course." Lindir wanted to help in whatever way possible. "Is there anything I can do right now?"

"Go to the kitchens and bring us something to eat. Make sure it is a light meal. I doubt Thranduil's stomach can deal with much food." Erestor rose from the chair, and Lindir followed his example, eager to carry out his instructions.

As the white-haired Elf left to go to the kitchens, Erestor raised a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had to take good care of himself. The Sindarin Elf needed him strong and in control. Looking outside, he found that Arien was blazing hotly. Maybe he should take Thranduil outside to sit in the sun? Arien's rays always seemed to strengthen the blond. He started back to Thranduil's chambers and was stunned to find them empty. Where had Thranduil gone?


Elrond remained conscious during their ride to Thranduil's talan. He hung helplessly in the sentry's arms, as the spider's venom had rendered him paralyzed. He was incapable of even the tiniest movement and it was growing increasingly hard to draw in his next breath. The poison was also affecting his heart and lungs.

The horse's hoofs barely touched the ground as she hurried towards the talan.

Panic coursed through Elrond's mind. He wasn't ready to die and travel to the Great Halls, but he had little choice in the matter. The spider's hooks had caused a large wound in his side and his shoulder was throbbing from the bite. He had heard Glorfindel's command to take him to Thranduil, but what if the King refused to help him? What would Thranduil do when realizing that his enemy was at his mercy?

A few moments later, loud voices sounded all around him and he was lowered into arms that gently caught him. Although his thoughts were blurry, he saw several golden-haired Elves fussing over him, carrying him into a talan. They had made it to the heart of Mirkwood.

They laid him down on a soft bed and an Elf, dressed in the robes of a healer, moved closer, anxiously hovering above him, but not touching him. A sickening feeling settled in Elrond's stomach. Thranduil had forbidden him to ever enter Mirkwood and had vowed to end his life should he ever dare cross the borders.

And now he had done that very thing because Legolas had assured him Thranduil was all bark and no bite. I was a fool. I should have known Thranduil would never change his mind. These healers are afraid to help me. I will die after all. Aiya, Glorfindel, Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir, I should never have left Imladris.

He wished he could see his loved ones one last time, but realized he wouldn't be granted that luxury. Thranduil's love had changed to hate and that hatred would be his undoing now.


"Sire, please forgive me for disturbing your peace, but..." The servant stared at his King in shock, and then bit down the agony he felt at seeing his

ruler in such a pitiful state. The rumors that Thranduil was fading were roaming the Kingdom, but he hadn't fully believed them to be true... until now. Thranduil's wretched appearance confirmed the rumors. May the Valar help them, for they loved their King and they didn't want to lose him!

"What is it?" Thranduil pushed himself to his feet and tried to ignore the fatigue that had settled in his bones. He tried to appear regal, but one look at the other Elf's face told him he had failed miserably.

"Lord Elrond of Imladris has arrived and is badly injured. Only one guard accompanied him and he told us that they were attacked by spiders. Apparently Lord Glorfindel is still fighting the spiders and has sent Lord Elrond here, hoping that you will heal him."

Thranduil reacted instinctively. "Send out two patrols to aid Glorfindel in his battle. And where can I find Elrond?" Emotions whirled inside him. He hadn't even known the half-Elf was near! In the past he had been able to sense Elrond's presence, but his senses had dulled. What was the half-Elf doing in Mirkwood? Had Elrond forgotten he risked his life by coming here?

Sweet pain ripped through his heart, recalling the half-Elf's compassionate eyes. It had been those very eyes that had made him fall in love with Elrond so long ago. And now the half-Elf was here in Mirkwood, injured and in need of his help!

"We took him to the healers, but... They are hesitant to help him, as you proclaimed the half-Elf unwelcome here."

Thranduil raised a hand to silence the other Elf. "Carry my instructions to my men and tell them to hurry. I will see to Elrond in the meantime." The servant turned and broke out into a run, whilst Thranduil drew in a deep breath. He had hoped to never see Elrond again, but he couldn't let the half-Elf unduly suffer.

Once I am dead he will be the only force capable of stopping Sauron. Middle Earth cannot afford to lose him and therefore I will aid him and see to his survival. He should inform Erestor that Elrond had arrived, but he didn't have the time to do so. The bond will tell him where to find me. Erestor would seek him out at any rate, once the advisor was finished talking to his secretary.

Thranduil, who was wearing a dark green robe, draped a brown cloak over his shoulders, which would hopefully keep him warm, and then left the royal talan to tend to Elrond.


Glorfindel stared until the horse, rider and charge had disappeared from his view. Elrond's expression haunted him. Was the half-Elf mortally wounded? The spider's venom was strong and, although it seldom killed Elves, Elrond's side had also been pierced, which would lead to extensive blood loss. Combined, the two injuries might demand Elrond's life.

Tears blinded him momentarily. It wasn't as though he could do anything to aid Elrond now. He had to hope Thranduil would put his hatred aside and help the half-Elf. All he could do was turn his rage toward these spiders and make sure they would never hurt anyone again.


Elrond's mouth and throat had gone completely dry, making swallowing extremely painful. He stared at the ceiling and tried to remain as calm as possible. It was a strange thing: feeling the poison spread through his body, paralyzing his muscles and organs, whilst he remained sound in mind. This actually frightened him. He had faced death many times, but he had never thought he would leave Arda in this way.

Suddenly the door opened and he instinctively studied the Elf that now entered. The three healers who had been staring helplessly at him now bowed respectfully. Elrond grew alert. Why would they bow to the grey-haired Elf? His eyes suddenly met the other's and he realized the truth in that instant. Thranduil? What happened to you?

The Sindarin Elf moved slowly, as if it pained him to walk about too much. Thranduil whispered softly and the healers hurried to carry out his orders. Elrond managed to establish eye contact as Thranduil approached and he cringed mentally, realizing the formerly golden-haired Elf had become a dreadful apparition, who now hovered above him.

Thranduil noticed the doubt and apprehension in Elrond's blue eyes and smiled sorrowfully. Elrond probably expected him to turn away in disgust. But fighting the Shadow had greatly changed him and he sensed the other's suffering as if it were his own. Resting a hand on Elrond's clammy brow, he nodded. "The venom is very strong, but I will try to counteract it."

Elrond's eyebrows would have risen questioningly if he had still been able to do so, but all he could do now was to stare at Thranduil. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for the other Elf, now that Sauron's Shadow had reduced the formerly proud King to this. I should have come earlier. Maybe Vilya would have made a difference. But he was too weak to wield her now.

"Sire?" One of the healers had reappeared and handed Thranduil a wooden bowl.

"Remove his clothes," ordered Thranduil. He caught the worry in Elrond's expressive eyes and realized it was the only way the half-Elf had left to communicate with him. "Rest assured. I won't let you die."

Hearing that reassurance stunned Elrond, who was now being manhandled by the healers as they removed his clothes as ordered. Naked now, he stared at Thranduil, wanting to ask what would happen next, but the paralysis made that impossible.

Thranduil caught an echo of Elrond's thoughts. "We are both suffering," he whispered soothingly as he signaled for the healers to leave the room. "I will try to ease yours."

Elrond's panic mounted now that they were alone. Whilst the healers had been close he had felt somewhat safe. But now that only Thranduil remained, he felt completely at the other's mercy. What if the Sindarin Elf remembered his threats and decided to keep his vow to end his life? He didn't fear for himself, but he was afraid of the reaction his death would trigger in his loved ones. Unexpectedly Thranduil's fingers settled on his side, rubbing some sort of ointment onto his skin. Questioningly, he sought out Thranduil's eyes again. What are you doing?

Thranduil sighed deeply and continued to rub the ointment –- which contained the antidote to the spider's venom -- onto Elrond's skin. After covering the injured side with the cream, he bandaged the wound to slow down -- and hopefully stop -- the bleeding. Next, he cautiously rolled the half-Elf onto his side to attend to the shoulder. He cringed, seeing the imprint that the fangs had left behind on Elrond's skin. "You thought I would let you die," Thranduil said in a sad tone.

At first Elrond was alarmed when Thranduil's fingers gently probed the bite mark. But then he realized that the Sindarin Elf was cleaning the wound. Thranduil rubbed more of the ointment onto the damaged area and then bandaged this wound as well. Helpless, he listened as Thranduil spoke again.

"Not many know this, but I hate the spiders with all my heart. They took my oldest son away from me." Thranduil placed the bowl aside momentarily and rolled Elrond onto his back again. Sensing the half-Elf's terror, he allowed for the eye contact to be reestablished. "Valthoron was twelve years old when he escaped his minder's care and ventured into the dark woods. The spiders quickly found him and, like you, he was stabbed. But they didn't stop there. They took pleasure in tormenting him and bit him again... and again."

Elrond listened in growing horror. He had never known Thranduil had had two sons.

Thranduil rubbed the ointment onto the rest of Elrond's body, taking great care not to miss a spot. After finishing the front, he rolled the half-Elf onto his stomach. Now that the eye contact was gone Elrond grew ill at ease again and Thranduil reacted at once. Using his ability to reach out mentally, he soothed the half-Elf's terrified thoughts and continued talking. "When Valthoron died I vowed to make sure the spiders would never claim another life."

The ointment was beginning to enfold its affects and Elrond experienced a burning sensation on those parts of his body that Thranduil had already treated. Entranced, he began to relax, listening to the Sindarin Elf's soothing voice.

"This antidote will draw the poison from your body. You will feel hot for quite some time. Soon you will become feverish. In a few days, you will begin to feel stronger." Touching Elrond in this way reminded Thranduil of the attraction he had once felt for the half-Elf. An echo of those feelings had remained throughout the years. Although he was no longer in love with Elrond, he did care about him. He tried to keep his touches clinical when he rubbed the substance on Elrond's backside, and then helped his charge roll onto his back. For one moment their glances met and Thranduil flinched, realizing Elrond suspected he still cared. Needing to distance himself, Thranduil left the bedside.

Elrond felt confused, but no longer feared for his safety. The fact that Thranduil had reached out to touch his mind had taken him aback, but it had left him with the knowledge that the Sinda was acting in his best interests and wanted to heal him. His eyes sought out Thranduil's when the other Elf covered him with several blankets. Elrond tried to speak, but his lips failed him.

"Do not strain yourself," offered Thranduil. "It will take a while for your body to recover from the venom. You should rest now." Thranduil, exhausted as well, pulled up a chair and collapsed onto it. He needed Erestor's strength to replenish what he had lost whilst tending to Elrond. "Try to sleep."

Elrond finally realized that Legolas had been right. Thranduil didn't hate him, didn't wish him harm. The threats had been the Sindarin Elf's way to keep him from finding out that Thranduil still cared. I have been blind.

"You are safe here, Peredhel. I do not wish you any harm. You can rest... Sleep now." Thranduil leaned back in the chair, feeling drained and tired. Arien's rays now settled on his face and he sighed blissfully.

But Elrond still didn't feel completely at ease and it kept him from falling asleep. Unexpected movement behind Thranduil caught his attention.

Erestor quickly moved toward them. He had encountered a guard as he had made his way back to Thranduil's chambers and the Elf had quickly informed him of what had happened. He had hurried here after one healer had told him the way.

"Elrond? Thranduil?" He came to a standstill in between them. His right hand sought out Thranduil's, squeezing it reassuringly, whilst his other came to rest on Elrond's icy brow.

Thranduil smiled happily at having Erestor close again. Now that Erestor was touching him, energy traveled down the link, strengthening him. "I already tended to his injuries," said Thranduil, trying to reassure Erestor. "We must be patient now." The antidote would fight the poison and all they could do was wait.

Erestor looked into Elrond's eyes and tried to soothe the half-Elf, who looked stricken. "You are safe here. Thranduil and I will watch over you. Rest."

Elrond gave in to his fatigue, knowing instinctively that Erestor would never lie to him. What Thranduil had said was true then; he was safe here. Drifting off into sleep, he hoped the ointment's healing potion was strong enough to ensure his survival and hopefully his full recovery.


Betaed by Niamh and Ilye, thanks! All remaining mistakes are mine.


Part 10

Elladan left his bed, unable to listen to his brother's muffled sobs any longer. For the last hour Elrohir had tried to hide the fact that he was crying and hearing the pitiful sounds was tearing him apart. Soundlessly he left his own bed and padded over to his brother's, where he sat down on the side. "Elrohir? Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"

Elrohir grew motionless, realizing his twin was at his side now. "Go back to bed, êl, (star) and leave me be."

"Nay, I cannot do that. My heart won't let me." He didn't wait for Elrohir's permission to slip into bed and curled up around his younger brother. The presence of the nightshirt irritated him, thinking that Elrohir would feel more protected and cherished if they were skin on skin. "Remove this offending garment?"

But Elrohir shook his head determinedly. "Nay, do not ask that of me." Although he wouldn't grow aroused in his current state, he didn't want to risk anything. Who knew how Elladan might react in the morning when his arousal would be obvious.

"Will you tell me what is wrong with you? Do not be this silent. Trust in me."

Elrohir knew he had to tell his brother something plausible or else Elladan might not leave him in peace. In the end he opted for part of the truth. "My head hurts."

Elladan frowned. He had suffered from headaches occasionally, mostly after indulging in too much wine, but Elrohir hadn't drunk any wine at all. "Allow me." He moved about until he sat upright and then pulled Elrohir between his parted legs. His twin tensed slightly, but didn't pull away. What is causing this rift between us? I do not understand.

Elrohir moaned blissfully when his twin began to massage his neck. Occasionally the long, agile fingers slid upwards, until they reached his temples, massaging those as well. Under Elladan's gentle touch his headache began to fade away. "That feels so good," he purred contentedly. He allowed himself a brief moment of bliss, simply enjoying being touched in this way by his brother.

Leaning against Elladan, he reveled in his brother's warmth and affection. I do not need him to make love to me. Just feeling him this close is enough. But he was lying to himself. What he really wanted was to kiss Elladan and feel his brother's hands caress his body. But he couldn't have that and this was the next best thing. Now that he was growing relaxed, he finally began to fall asleep.

Elladan felt Elrohir go limp and wrapped his arms around his brother's sleeping form. Right now he finally felt close to Elrohir. It was a pity that during his brother's waking hours, Elrohir did his best to keep him at a distance. Focusing on his twin, he frowned, realizing Elrohir's skin felt icy cold to the touch. What was even worse, was that his twin was beginning to tremble.

He pulled up the blankets and covered Elrohir with them. Then he moved about until they were both in a comfortable sleeping position. Spooned up behind his brother, Elladan held him protectively throughout the night.


The next morning Elrohir woke feeling energetic and cheerful for the first time in days. The first thing he grew aware of was Elladan's warm body spooned behind him and he allowed himself the luxury of feeling cherished. Closing his eyes, he gave into the fantasies that haunted him. They had never felt this real before.

With his eyes closed, it was easy to imagine Elladan aroused, spooned up behind him with his hard flesh pressed against his buttocks. Elladan's hand would reach for him, curl its fingers around his aching shaft and bring him to orgasm with a few firm strokes.

His eyes opened with a start, realizing these thoughts were making him hard. He had to stop himself from feeling this way and he quickly pictured himself in his father's study, being stared at in loathing because Elladan and Elrond had found out about his shameful thoughts. They would banish him from Imladris and he would spend the rest of his days wandering Arda, always burdened by his disgrace.

Those images sobered him rather quickly and his arousal diminished. He had to get out of his bed and away from Elladan. But his older brother had a tight hold on him and it was impossible to slip away. "Let me go, êl."

Elladan registered his twin's words even in his sleep. Although he was reluctant to let go, he complied, figuring his brother needed to use the bathroom. Why else would Elrohir want to leave this warm nest they had created? "Come back quickly," he mumbled, reluctantly letting go.

Swallowing hard, Elrohir fled the bed and turned around to look at his older brother. Elladan was utterly desirable at that moment. Long, tangled, dark hair spilled over his body and pillow, and the red, luscious lips were slightly pouted. The sheet had slipped, revealing narrow hips and a thigh. Elrohir quickly looked away, and fled into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it. Cursing the fact that he couldn't lock the door, he prayed Elladan would stay asleep a little longer.

Removing his nightshirt he flung it onto the floor and curled his fingers around his throbbing erection. His body ached for his touch and he was painfully hard. He had never given in to his need before with Elladan this close, but he had to find release before his body betrayed him in front of his twin. Stroking himself to release, he hated feeling this way – for acting this way. His feelings controlled him and that realization brought tears to his eyes. Finally reaching orgasm, he sobbed quietly, hating himself for not being stronger – hating himself for giving in.

He sobbed like a nervous wreck, as he slid down the door until he ended up sitting cross-legged on the floor. "Why me? Why?"

Unknown to Elrohir, Elladan stood at the other side of the door. The elder twin's eyes were also full of tears, hearing his brother sob. He wished he could open the door, storm inside and wrap Elrohir in a protective hug, but his twin had left their bed to be alone. What do I do, Elrohir? How can I help you?

Both half-Elves felt utterly alone and desperate without the other's comforting touch.


"Erestor?" Thranduil made eye-contact with the raven-haired Elf, who had pulled up a chair to sit close to him. "Glorfindel stayed behind to cover Elrond's back and he will arrive shortly. Would you wait for him and then bring him here? I am sure he will want to see with his own eyes that Elrond is recovering."

Erestor nodded his head, approving of the idea, but then he caught sight of Arien; the sun was setting. It wouldn't be long before the Shadow would torment Thranduil again. "I will try to be back in time."

Thranduil understood. "Hurry back to me." Dotingly looking at Erestor, Thranduil raised a hand and caressed the dark-haired Elf's face. "I will remain here tonight to watch over Elrond and I need you at my side to give me strength."

"I will be there," vowed Erestor passionately. He didn't really know why he leaned in closer to claim the Sindarin Elf's lips, but he did, and he felt reluctant to pull away again, but duty called. "Be strong for me."

Sadness appeared in Thranduil's eyes, watching the Noldorin Elf leave. I have to find a way to make sure he stays in Mirkwood. I cannot bear the thought of him returning to Imladris. I need him close.

Pushing his melancholy aside, he leaned in closer to check on his charge. He rested a hand on the half-Elf's brow and shivered at the chilly skin which his fingertips encountered. Calling for a servant, he ordered fresh spring water and hot tea to be brought. Elrond needed fluids and drinking would stimulate the half-Elf to sweat even harder.

The Elf who returned wasn't the servant he had sent to fetch the tea. A white-haired Elf, probably Sindarin, stepped into the room, carrying a tray filled with water, hot tea and slices of bread. Thranduil's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Do I know you?"

"My name is Lindir and I am Lord Erestor's secretary. I accompanied him here and he asked me to look after you during his absence." Lindir involuntarily held his breath. Thranduil didn't look he was capable of throwing him out, but then again, he was King here and had to be obeyed when issuing an order. "He also asked me to make sure you eat." His hand trembled slightly when offering Thranduil a cup of tea and a slice of bread.

Thranduil considered telling Lindir in no uncertain terms that he didn't need a minder, but somehow he felt deeply touched that Erestor worried enough about him to make sure he wasn't alone. "Put the tray down next to the bed."

Lindir did as he was told and his breath caught, seeing his Lord in such a pitiful state. Never before had Elrond been this utterly helpless and his heart went out to the half-Elf. "Will he recover?"

"I hope so," said Thranduil, sipping his tea. He soaked a small piece of bread in the tea and forced himself to eat it. Seeing that Lindir was about to leave again, he told the Elf to stay. "Move to the other side of the bed." He had to check on Elrond's injuries and required Lindir's assistance.

After carefully peeling the blankets from Elrond's body, he lifted the bandages to check on the half-Elf's side. "Hand me that wooden bowl, Lindir."

Lindir obeyed and watched closely as Thranduil added more salve to the injured area.

After redressing the wound, Thranduil addressed Lindir again. "In order to check on his shoulder we need to roll him onto his stomach, but we must be careful."

Together they rolled Elrond onto his stomach and Lindir assisted Thranduil when the King applied more salve and then clean bandages.

"I cannot help but notice that he is sweating profusely," said Lindir softly. "Maybe he would feel more comfortable without all those blankets?"

Thranduil shook his head. "He needs to sweat, Lindir. It is the only way to drive the spider's venom from his body."

Lindir now understood and helped Thranduil roll Elrond onto his back again. He stepped away from the bed when Thranduil piled the blankets on top of the half-Elf's body and was about to leave, when the King told him to stay.

"Elrond needs to drink. Fill a glass with water and help me." Thranduil sat down on the side of the bed and carefully raised Elrond's head until the half-Elf was able to swallow a few mouthfuls of water.

The entire time Lindir watched Thranduil with great interest. When Elrond had sent Erestor and him here, he had expected to encounter a harsh and arrogant ruler, but Thranduil was taking care of Elrond with the utmost care and caution. He decided he liked Thranduil.

"You may leave now," said Thranduil once Elrond was resting comfortably. Lindir nodded and silently left, leaving the tea, water and food behind, hoping Thranduil would eat more of it.

But Thranduil's mood was darkening now that clouds obscured Ithil from his view. In his mind, the whispering started again, mocking him, telling him to surrender to the Ring and pledge allegiance to the Dark One. "Never," he hissed sharply, knowing he would pay for his defiance later. "I will never give in."

Elrond groaned and for one moment Thranduil worried that the Shadow was now attacking the half-Elf. "Leave him alone. It is me you want."

And the Shadow left Elrond alone, but not because of Thranduil's words. It sensed the power of Vilya and knew better than to touch the half-Elf's mind. It would extract its revenge later, when Thranduil was finally asleep.


Elrond gradually became aware of his surroundings. He had woken up because of the warmth that was burning his body and he drowsily searched his surroundings. Seeing Thranduil seated slumped over in a chair, his memories returned to him. The spiders had attacked and injured him, and Glorfindel had sent him to Thranduil in search of help. He had arrived safely and he vaguely remembered talking to the Sindarin Elf before seeing Erestor. His chief advisor's presence had reassured him and he had given in to his fatigue.

When he had arrived he had been immobile. He hadn't been able to move at all. But now he managed to slightly cock his head to get a better view of Thranduil. For a moment he thought the other asleep, but then the haunted eyes met with his. Thranduil was very much awake. Had he regained his ability to speak as well? He decided to try. "W-w...G-gl..." He had wanted to ask about Glorfindel, but his tongue refused to cooperate.

Thranduil did his best to ignore the malignant whispering in his head and leaned in closer. Although he had no idea what Elrond was trying to say, he read the question effortlessly in the other's mind. "Glorfindel hasn't arrived yet. I sent Erestor to bring him here the moment he does."

Elrond realized Thranduil had resorted to reading his mind, and at any other time he would have been offended by that breach of privacy, but right now he was relieved he could communicate at all.

"I won't trespass," promised Thranduil. "I am only reading your mind to know how you fare. Would you like some more water? You must be thirsty."

Elrond nodded; Thranduil was right. He tried to sit upright, but his body burned and he felt sluggish. In the end it was Thranduil who supported his head so he could sip the water. "T-th..." He lacked the energy to finish the words.

"You are welcome," said Thranduil in a gentle tone, as he guided Elrond's head back onto the pillow. "You should rest some more."

Elrond managed a weak smile. He was relieved that the paralysis was lessening in intensity. He had seldom felt so frightened. It made him wonder though. Why was Thranduil helping him?

Picking up on that question, Thranduil leaned back into the comfort of the chair. He was using up a lot of energy which he couldn't spare to read Elrond's mind. He had to keep the whispers at bay and focus on Elrond at the same time. Oh, he needed Erestor close. Why had he sent the Noldorin Elf away?

After moistening his lips, he addressed Elrond in a soft and gentle tone. "As I said before, I detest the spiders and I won't allow them to make more victims."

Elrond wondered if that was the only reason.

Sighing, Thranduil nodded. "You are right; of course I have more reasons to help you." His voice became barely audible. "I loved you once. It was a life time ago, but... You are still beautiful and compassionate." Thranduil averted his eyes and quickly changed their subject. "You seem to be improving. I will ask one of the healers to sit with you until Erestor and Glorfindel return. I am certain you prefer their company to mine."

Nay, do not leave yet. Elrond wanted to reach out and keep Thranduil from leaving, but his body refused to cooperate. But the Sindarin Elf had stopped in his movements and now sat back down again. Elrond felt relieved now that he had kept the other from leaving.

Thranduil felt confused now that Elrond wanted him to stay. "I won't leave you then, but you should to go back to sleep." The whispering in his mind was growing stronger and he longingly looked at the doorway, willing Erestor to appear. Hurry to me, Erestor, I need you. The pressure is growing too strong.

Looking at Elrond, he found him asleep once more. The half-Elf hadn't witnessed his distress, then. Please, Erestor... I need you!


Glorfindel rode ruthlessly, driving Asfaloth to near exhaustion, but at long last he finally reached the talan. A group of Elves was already waiting for him and he quickly slipped off Asfaloth's back, begging the horse for forgiveness for riding him in that violent manner. Looking to one Elf, he asked him to take good care of the stallion.

He felt relieved, when Erestor walked toward him. "Meldir, I have never been happier to see you!" He quickly embraced Erestor and then stared at the dark-haired Elf with dread in his eyes. "Elrond... Did Thranduil help him?" He didn't dare to think of what might have happened if Thranduil refused Elrond. "Is he... Is he still alive?"

Erestor nodded and rested a hand on the blond's arm in an effort to reassure him. "Thranduil is looking after Elrond and trust me, that is no easy feat considering his poor health."

Frowning, Glorfindel wondered what Erestor was talking about, but he could find out later. "Would you please take me to Elrond?" Erestor had known for decades about his attraction to the half-Elf and had never betrayed his trust, keeping it from Elrond. Maybe he should confide in Erestor again. "I have to see him."

Noticing the change in the blond, Erestor smiled, whilst guiding the Elda toward their destination. "I take it things changed between the two of you during my absence?"

Glorfindel swallowed nervously. "I told him that I loved him and he accepted. I declared my love for him only moments before the attack. I cannot lose him now, mellon-nîn."

"You won't lose him," said Erestor reassuringly, continuing to guide his friend, who was trembling with nervousness and apprehension. "When I left Elrond, he was awake, yet paralyzed. Thranduil expects Elrond to feel weak for a few days, but he should recover eventually."

Glorfindel allowed himself to relax. "That is good news. However, I must admit to being surprised that Thranduil looked after Elrond himself."

"There is a lot about Thranduil that I need to tell you, but this is not the time for it," said Erestor firmly. "For now you must believe me when I say that Thranduil is a friend. He does not mean us any harm ."

Glorfindel chose to believe Erestor, for it would make the coming hours easier. "Where is he? I..." Before he was able to finish his sentence, he found himself in the same room as Elrond. The half-Elf was partly hidden beneath a pile of blankets and he immediately headed toward Elrond, barely paying attention to the Elf sitting next to the bed.

"Melamin, can you hear me? Elrond? Please?" Glorfindel stared at Elrond in concern and then glanced at Erestor, hoping to receive some sort of explanation for the half-Elf's condition.

Erestor quickly moved toward Thranduil and came to a standstill behind the Elf. He placed his hands on the Sindarin Elf's shoulder, allowing for some of his energy to seep down the link and strengthen Thranduil. The connection between them flared alive, bursting out in red hot flame and for the first time Erestor realized just how strong the Shadow was, as he joined Thranduil in fighting it.

"Why isn't he responding?" asked Glorfindel concerned. "Can he hear me? Is he just asleep or—" Abruptly he stopped talking, meeting haunted emerald eyes. He had seen those before, but... "Thranduil?" This couldn't be the Ruler of Mirkwood! Thranduil had long, golden hair, not grey, lifeless strands. The sunken features couldn't be Thranduil's!

"Aye, it is I," said Thranduil in a hollow voice that revealed his exhaustion. "Be assured that he will recover. Only a few hours ago he could not move at all, and now he can cock his head again. He will be back on his feet again in a few days."

Glorfindel stared at Thranduil in shock. "What happened to you?"

"'Tis not the time to discuss this," said Erestor, taking charge. "Glorfindel, do you want to sit with Elrond? One of the healers will remain close and Lindir is at your disposal as well."

"All you have to do is to keep him warm and to make sure he drinks lots of water," said Thranduil in a hoarse tone. He wasn't sure how much longer he could fight the Shadow and he longed to be alone with Erestor. "I will change the dressings first thing in the morning." Suddenly his eyes closed. "I am tired, so tired."

"Allow me." Erestor helped Thranduil to his feet and supported the Sindarin Elf as they made their way to the doorway. Looking over his shoulder he made eye-contact with Glorfindel and said, "I won't be able to return here tonight, but should you need me or Thranduil, tell one of the servants and we will see what we can do."

Glorfindel's eyes narrowed slightly at hearing the 'we'. He knew why Erestor had been sent to Mirkwood, but his instincts told him a lot of things were being kept of him. He nodded once and then watched Erestor lead Thranduil into the corridor. He hadn't expected to feel sorry for Thranduil, but he did, seeing the actual state the King was in. Legolas had been sincere when telling them that his father was dying.

"Meleth-nîn, I won't leave your side ever again." He didn't care what the healers would think of his action when he removed his arms, cloak, boots, and breeches, and clad only in a shirt, he lay down on the bed, embracing Elrond tightly. Holding the half-Elf in his arms, he watched over his lover for the remainder of the night.


"Sit down and rest," said Erestor, easing Thranduil onto the bed. Gently, he began to remove the other's clothing until Thranduil was naked. He helped his charge to lie down and then stripped himself. He felt distinctly less uncomfortable than last night when he lay down next to Thranduil, burying him in a possessive embrace.

Thranduil's eyes were filled with ghastly visions and Erestor sent the Sindarin Elf all the energy he could spare. "Do you want to talk or...?"

"I want to sleep," whispered Thranduil brokenly. "The Shadow is growing stronger -- at least it feels that way. It is getting harder to fight. If it weren't for you, it would have consumed me last night."

Erestor sighed deeply. "Let me help you in whatever way possible." Leaning in closer, he claimed Thranduil's lips. They lost each other in the desperate kiss and for some time, their growing love kept the Shadow at bay.


Elrond's eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw was Glorfindel's golden mane. The Elda was close, holding him and his sapphire eyes now sparkled between the strands of silken hair. "You...'re here..." whispered Elrond fatigued. His tongue still refused to completely obey him, but that no longer mattered now that Glorfindel was this near.

Brushing a lock of wayward, dark hair behind one of Elrond's slightly pointed ears, Glorfindel smiled relieved. "I was so scared I would never hear your voice again... Or touch you. I was afraid Thranduil would refuse to help you and..." Tears gathered in the blue orbs.

"I'm... fine..." mumbled Elrond, trying to reassure his lover. It was the truth. He was fine now that they had been reunited. "Don't... leave..."

Glorfindel's response was to tighten his hold on the half-Elf.

Reassured that Glorfindel was here to stay, Elrond drifted off into a healing sleep.


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