Married To An Elf
Part 25
Posted: November 16, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Thranduil leaves, along with Legolas and Lindir.
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It was a week later when Elrond found himself once more in the courtyard, this time bidding farewell to Thranduil and his party, which also included Legolas and Lindir. The elf-lord smiled inwardly as he watched the minstrel balance precariously on his horse, for it was obvious that Lindir had not spent much time riding and was therefore feeling unsure.
“What happens if he just starts to meander?” Lindir asked Legolas worriedly.
“He will not meander, Lindir, for I will be holding onto his reins,” Legolas replied patiently, reaching out with his hand to smooth away the line of worry on the minstrel’s forehead.
“Oh,” was all that Lindir replied, before leaning into the caress as Legolas’ hand cupped his cheek.
Thranduil cleared his throat. “Enough, otherwise we will never begin our journey home.”
“Sorry, Adar,” Legolas said, though it was plain by his voice that he was not apologetic in the slightest, while Lindir merely blushed and bowed his head, embarrassed.
Thranduil shook his head ruefully, and then smiled. His gaze then turned to Elladan and Elrohir, standing closely together, and he wondered anew how it could be that the twins were actually the two halves of one soul, and that by only becoming lovers could that soul be joined. But sometimes there were things that just were not able to be explained, and Thranduil suspected this was one of them.
Looking around him, the king took in his verdant surroundings, feeling a little melancholy. It had been such a long time since his home had shown such greenness, and he hoped that the day would return where Mirkwood would be green and lush once more.
“Are you well, Thranduil?” Elrond asked.
The king turned and looked at the elf-lord. “Aye. I am but merely thinking of how my home used to be green like this, and the trees growing strong and tall in the sunlight.”
Elrond placed a consoling hand on the king’s arm. “That time will return again, Thranduil,” the elf-lord said quietly.
Thranduil smiled briefly. “I know it will.” His voice was strong in its conviction, and he clasped Elrond’s arm before letting go and mounting his horse.
Erestor and Glorfindel had already said their farewells, and were watching as Thranduil and his escort readied themselves to leave. “I am going to miss Lindir,” Glorfindel said quietly.
The darkling elf nodded his agreement. “First Lothvaen, now Lindir leaves. Who would have thought that in such a short space of time elves would lose their hearts so quickly?”
“How do you feel about Lothvaen going to Lothlórien?” Glorfindel asked curiously.
“I could say I was surprised, but Lothvaen did approach me, asking me what he should do. I told him he should listen to his heart and so, in the end, it was not a surprise after all,” Erestor replied.
Glorfindel smiled briefly. “The twins seem to have adapted themselves well to their new relationship.”
Erestor snorted. “’Tis all or nothing with those two. They have never done things by halves, and never will.”
“Strangely enough, Elrond said the same thing.”
Erestor turned and looked at Glorfindel. “How long have you been in Imladris?”
Blinking at the question, Glorfindel replied, “Since before the twins were born.”
“Exactly. Which means you have known the twins since their birth. Do you not think you would have seen for yourself what they were like, that they always threw themselves into things, that there were no half-hearted attempts by either of them?” Erestor’s voice was testy.
Glorfindel smiled broadly. “I do like it when you get annoyed with me, Counsellor,” he whispered into his mate’s ear.
Erestor’s eyes narrowed. “You deliberately do this,” he said flatly. “What makes you think I am amused by such behaviour?”
“Because, ervainen vorn, you tolerate it when it is I that pulls a stunt such as this. Others you would glare at until they wilt under your gaze. But I, on the other hand, am the only one that makes your heart beat faster, the only one you wish to shake until my teeth rattle and then kiss me senseless…”
“Enough!” Erestor hissed, barely stifling a moan as Glorfindel began sucking on the darkling elf’s ear. “We are in public, for Valar’s sake!”
“Mmm, we are.” Glorfindel gave a gentle nip to his mate’s ear before moving away. “I would have no objections if we continued this…conversation in private, later, if you wish.” There was a gleam in the seneschal’s eyes.
“Agreed,” Erestor said, his smile a little feral. “Be prepared to be taught a lesson, melethen.”
“Then I can not wait.”
Elladan and Elrohir watched the exchange between the advisor and seneschal, amusement threatening to spill over into laughter.
“They are more than well-matched,” Elrohir commented, linking his arm through his lover’s.
“Aye.” Elladan’s gaze turned to Legolas and Lindir. “I still can not believe that Lindir is betrothed to Legolas, and is now going to make his home in Mirkwood.”
Following his lover’s gaze, Elrohir smiled as he saw the minstrel blush under something Legolas had said. But the love that flowed between the two of them was palpable, and Elrohir gave a small sigh.
“What is it?” Elladan asked.
“I am just wondering how it is that the relationship between and Lindir and Legolas seems so…uncomplicated.”
Elladan looked at his lover. “You have mentioned this before,” he said, smiling. “Whereas we fought against our destiny, and Erestor fought against Glorfindel. I wonder what they must have thought, seeing the discord around them.”
“They were probably all the more determined not to fall into the same trap,” Elrohir replied.
Elladan stifled a laugh. “And then there’s Lothvaen,” he said. “Who would have thought he would capture the heart of the stern Marchwarden? Now *that* is something I would never have guessed.”
“That makes two of us, though I doubt if we are the only ones who think that.”
“Are you happy for him?” Elladan wanted to know.
“Of course I am. Nothing pleases me more than the fact that he has finally found love. I never wanted to hurt him.”
“I know you did not, but it was you who pointed out that our relationships with others never worked out because of the fact that it was *us* who were meant to be together.”
“Melin chen,” Elrohir whispered.
Elladan’s breath caught, and with a shaking hand he cupped his lover’s cheek. “Melin chen, bevae,” he said, almost in wonderment. “Always.”
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Elvish translation:
Adar – father
ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
melethen – my love
melin chen – I love you
melin chen, bevae – I love you, too
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