Married To An Elf 20

Married To An Elf

Part 20

Posted: November 9, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Elrond confesses to Thranduil.

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Thranduil sipped the miruvor, a thoughtful expression on his face. Despite the binding between Erestor and Glorfindel, and now the betrothal between his son and Lindir, there was an air of underlying tension in Imladris. His gaze travelled to Elrond, who was sipping his own miruvor, seemingly unperturbed, though the shadow in his eyes said otherwise. “Do you wish to speak of it?” he finally asked.

Elrond smiled a little ruefully. “You have sensed that things are not quite…normal,” he stated.

“That, mellonen, would depend on one’s definition of normal,” Thranduil responded dryly, eliciting a more genuine smile from the other elf.

“Trust me, Thranduil, this situation is not normal in any sense of the word,” Elrond said soberly.

The king was intrigued. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Elrond looked at Thranduil, wondering whether he should tell him about the twins or not. Finally, he said, “My sons are soul-mates.”

If Elrond had thrown a punch at him, Thranduil would not have been more surprised. “Soul-mates?” he echoed disbelievingly.

“Aye. Their souls are two halves of one; for so long they have been brothers that they find it difficult to realise that they are destined to be more than just that.”

Thranduil took a long gulp of the miruvor, trying to take in what Elrond had just told him. “Where are they now?” he finally asked.

Elrond shook his head. “I do not know. Neither of them has been seen since yesterday.”

The king pondered this for a moment. “How do you feel?”

Elrond gave a slight shrug. “It matters not what I feel, mellonen. I have known of the destiny of my sons, as has Galadriel, for more years than I care to remember. What matters is how to try and help them deal with this.”

“And I thought my son’s sudden betrothal was startling news,” Thranduil said, shaking his head.

“There are those in Mirkwood who will not like his choice,” Elrond warned.

“I know,” Thranduil admitted. “Not to mention the wrong sex. However, I have always known of Legolas’ preference for ellyn, and for me it is more important that my son be happy. While the news of his betrothal did surprise me, I am more than pleased. Lindir is the perfect choice for him. But you have my word that I will protect Lindir from those who seek to try and discredit him and make him feel unwelcome. Not to mention they would have to answer to Legolas as well, for he is more than protective of those he loves.”

“Considering who his father is, that does not surprise me,” Elrond said, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, and Thranduil chuckled. The two elves then sat in silence, temporarily lost in their own thoughts.

“What of your sons?” the king finally asked.

“I can do no more except be there for them, should they need me. The rest, I am afraid, is up to them.”

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Elvish translations:

ellyn – male elves
mellonen – my friend

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