Rating: NC-17
Subject: VanityAngel and WhiteFairy
Told by : WhiteFairy
Disclaimer: The characters in this story does not belong to us, were inspired by those created by Tolkien, but their actions, their thoughts, their character, have been modified by us from the originals. They are very different from the original ... that if Tolkien saw them in this state would certainly be caught by a big headache ...
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Arwen was already night when he left his room. He could not sleep, he needed someone to share with too many thoughts stirred the soul. He had spent the afternoon with her mother, but had not had the courage to confide their problems for fear of upsetting her further. Dama Celebrían was recovering much too slowly, the wounds of the body were almost healed, but those of his heart were open, the memory of days in captivity continued to haunt her. Needed the warmth and support of loved ones, and no more worries.
walked silently down the long corridors of the palace asleep. Often his brothers stayed up late, hoping to wake up and find them to be a bit 'with them. He knocked on the door of the room Elrohir, not getting any response, opened it and peered inside: it was deserted. Probably it was held by his brother. Reached then Elladan's room and knocked a little further, no one answered. It seemed very strange that they had come by then, but knowing them, could have fallen asleep while chatting. He stood a moment thoughtfully. Perhaps Elladan was still bad? Frightened by the idea, pushed open the door and entered the room.
A thin crescent moon dimly lit the sky, the little light that came through the window just enough to draw the contours of objects. The elf walked silently, he wanted to make sure that his brother was just sleeping, but did not want to disturb him. As he approached the bed he realized that there must be two people. He smiled, Elrohir had been sleeping with him, had to be very tired if had not heard knocking. Unless Elladan had not had a relapse ... at the thought her heart began to pound in his chest. He continued to advance.
noticed it at the last moment, so close now that the hem of her dress already touched the edge of the bed. He drew back, and put her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh with wonder: her brothers were asleep in each other's arms, tousled hair twisted together, naked bodies covered only partly by sheets scattered on the bed, abandoned clothes in disarray on the floor. She blushed, wondering what had just happened to be. He stepped back awkwardly, with the intention to go out without disturbing them, but struck a chair. The noise awoke with a start, the two brothers.
"I'm sorry ..." she stammered embarrassed "I thought you were asleep and I was looking ..." could not say anything and ran out of room. He closed the door and took a few steps in the hallway, then stopped shaking. A moment later the door opened behind him and Elrohir approached her, taking her hand. "Sister," he whispered to reassure her. She turned and saw that he wore a long dark green dressing gown. He looked down, embarrassed and even let himself be led into the room.
They sat all three on the couch, Elrohir put his arm around her closer to kiss her, took her Elladan hands in hers. She smiled.
"Sorry," he said "did not mean to bother you. I knocked and no one answered ..."
"It's all right," interrupted Elladan stroking her cheek.
She shook her other hand remained between her and smiled again, that smile was all the love for his brothers. Was caught by surprise, and it was still a bit 'embarrassed, but could not really be surprised about what he had discovered. He had always seen together, sharing everything, for better or for worse, now only had confirmation of what they loved. They had a chance to be happy, and could only be happy for them.
He looked down and sighed almost imperceptibly.
"What's happening? What brings you here in the middle of the night?" asked her brother.
"It's for Estel. I do not know what is happening. ... It's hard to explain. When you were sick, I was really scared. I was afraid to die, that I could not fight the poison. Our father told us you'd have still be able to save by giving up your light, and become deadly. But as for the first time, this solution gave me comfort while I watched, I did slowly realize what it meant. If I had given up your light, you'd just gotten age and die more slowly, we would have left anyway very soon. Try as I might, you could not see a future life, but only death that would end. Would come later, but it would have done anyway. And you would surely have been waiting all my life. And I ... I could not bear to see you grow old and die slowly. When I met
Estel, I wanted to be like him, to stand by him. I wanted so much ... but now all this scares me. In the very moment give up immortality, my life will begin to be consumed by the passage of time. Will I lose my strength e. .. my appearance will change from day to day, I will not have time to get used to a change that's already there will be another, until the end. And finally ... "she stopped, her sobs prevented her from speaking.
"Arwen" whispered Elrohir becoming closer, while touching his ear with his cheek.
"I promised that I would be bound to him, and I was sincere, but I did not realize what I was doing. Only now I understand what it means to wait for death every day. I thought I would be able to make this choice but in truth I'm not able to. I understand that I will not abandon you and what I am, where should spend the rest of my life here as a mortal, I could not regret what I lost. "
"You are not obliged to do so Arwen" Elladan said, "Estel has always known to be different from us, and that's what you wanted to do was a huge sacrifice, he was not ready to accept it. Include your reasons. I love him too much, but unfortunately fate has decided that he should be deadly, we have next to us only for a short period of our life. "
" I would really tie me to him, but ... " hesitated, as if to counter the brother, but could not find the right words to express themselves.
"Perhaps the events of recent days you have confused ideas ..." Elrohir said.
"Or perhaps you opened your eyes and you of the first things you realize that you had not considered. "Elladan stopped him.
Arwen nodded wearily and closed his eyes.
" tries to reassure "Elrohir continued," you have to think calmly, without being taken by anguish, then you'll see that you are able to make the right decision. "
" How could I live without him? I could never be happy, "she sighed, turning to hide her face in the hair of his brother, who continued to embrace it.
The twins looked at each other for a moment, could do nothing to alleviate his pain, nor give good advice.
Arwen was asleep on the couch semidistesa. The brothers had they had spread over a light blanket and had been for a while 'to watch in silence, before going out on the balcony.
was so sweet and helpless, their little sister. He had spent his life between Imladris and Lothlorien, did not know much of the rest of the world.
Elrohir went to the stone balustrade, looking upward to find the stars.
"What do you decide to do?" he asked softly.
"I do not know," replied the brother, "I truly hope it becomes deadly."
Elrohir sighed. "If you leave for the West will live forever regretting what he left here."
"Sure," Elladan said, "But if you stay here will have to live watching herself and Estel old day after day, as it could go on seeing the life slowly leave the body of the man she loves? The fact of being able to reach would be of little comfort. She herself is afraid. If he were convinced of this choice would not have doubts that ".
" Probably, any choice will do, will never be really happy. "
" It's true but ... I would not leave her here "
They stood in silence, staring out. Then Elrohir began again to speak.
" You know, I was thinking about when you were sick. Fighting the poison, but you never agreed to lose your light, right? "
's brother said after a pause." I know, you traevi comfort from the fact that I could save renouncing immortality. But I had no intention of doing so because would still lose. Rather I would fight against the poison to death. "
" I'd left alone? I would not have ever done. If I had become mortal, I would choose to follow you, we'd be together till the end. "
" Why would I afford it? "Elladan's voice had become harder now." To see your life consumed slowly? No, I could not. "
" I would be dead anyway, after you "
" I know. But it would have been different. It would have suffered even to death, but perhaps it would happen quickly. I ... I could not live knowing that the time you are slowly taking away, I can not. "
" souls in the afterlife can be meet again. "
" Yes Maybe yes. But would not the same thing. I do not want to see you die, I can not risk losing you. I want you beside me forever. "The hug was approached from behind, his lips to brush her hair behind her head. He closed his eyes before you start again to talk." Sometimes, you think to stay here forever, right? Inside you, you have always been in love with this land, these forests. "
" So are you "
" Yes, I am. But I always thought that sooner or later we left for the West, along with our people. I think we are doomed to this. We elves have the right to live for eternity, even if we were born in this place, I completely belong. "
Elrohir nodded." Yes Probably so, "was the reply.
After arriving in Caras Galadhon, the Fellowship of the Ring was immediately greeted by the King and Queen, eager for news of their trip . After a short and sad interview, travelers were accompanied on their accommodation, and after a big dinner, could finally rest. Legolas had left immediately after eating, walking a narrow path a few meters from their housing, advancing in the garden .
While small hobbit noisily getting ready for the night, Aragorn broke away from the group to spend some 'alone to reflect. He sat on a bench and lit his pipe.
That morning he woke just before dawn, when he heard Legolas' body move and break away from her. He opened his eyes, moaning, looking for the source of heat that warmed him all night. The elf was kneeling on the floor next to their bed, and he was just dressing up, closing the braid of blue tunic. With clever flicks and had loose hair on his back bowing her head slightly backward so that the light of dawn quiet touch them with her pink tones. Then he had combed the floor with his hands and started to weave again. He had been in watch in silence as he prepared, noting the outline of his body, enchanted by the grace with which he moved. And what he saw, was superimposed on the feelings the night before, which had been engraved in the memory of the skin, contact with her body, her lips moist and soft, the heartbeat, breathing hot and close.
"Your clothes are dry," Legolas spoke quietly, without looking, but smiling.
Then he got up and started to dress. Shortly after they came down to eat a frugal breakfast with the guardians of the place before leaving.
They had walked all day, never stopping, through the woods that both knew by heart, immersed in silence and the scent of the leaves. Everything seemed quiet, evil, if there was, it seemed far away.
Towards evening they arrived near Caras Galadhon and had met Haldir and his soldiers, while wearing their comrades in the city blindfolded. There was wanted a lot of effort to convince the guard, suspicious, stubborn, that it was harmless people.
The elf Legolas was more convinced that from him. They had to know each other very well, given the alliance between Thranduil and Celeborn surprised if they do not, but he could not help but be jealous of the trust that had been shown to put in him, deep and complete, witness of a friendship that lasted probably hundreds of years, before which he could not help but feel small.
The sound of footsteps nearby. She looked in that direction and saw Haldir take the same path in which Legolas had disappeared shortly before. A bitter smile bent the mouth. He wanted to follow him and see if he really was. He could not help but wonder what there was between them, if they had always been just friends, or something more. He could not be jealous of anyone around him. And yet he knew not to have the right, as Legolas did not belong.
Immersed in these thoughts, almost without realizing it, had begun to fiddle with the pendant around his neck. Arwen was the His dream beautiful and unreachable, untouchable happiness seen from afar. Desire, image, feeling that arose from the depths of white and spotless, and there remained a prisoner, too fragile to give certainty, too unreal to be comforting. He had desired, but at the same time it was taken away, he felt different, less far. He could not accept his sacrifice, and he knew it. She loved him and believed in him, as if immortality had been the only obstacle between them. But he had betrayed her, throwing herself into the arms of Legolas looking for something that could not have had, or would have desired.
Arwen. Now he saw so far. It was a dream, nothing more. He loved her, in a way he still loved her. But love is true, complete and overwhelming, I had only known now. And he had filled his heart.
Before leaving Imladris had spoken again, and as she repeated his promises, he had the sensation of seeing a little hesitation. More and more I thought it was convincing. He should feel relieved that, if he had given up on his own initiative he might have suffered less, but right now, could only think the only reason why he could hesitate. Immortality. And Legolas was the same thing.
He took her face in her hands rubbing his eyes. What was he doing?
Haldir knew where to find Legolas. Had moved away from the other after dinner, and no one had seen him since. Certainly he had holed up in some hidden place of the forest bordering the garden, looking for peace.
They had met a few hours before sunset, as he carried the small group of foreign Galadhon Caras, a man, a dwarf, and four mezziuomini one of which carried something evil.
How could a devoted caretaker to his kingdom to accept strangers wrapped in an aura of evil so powerful? " Messengers from Imladris they had announced: Legolas, Aragorn, a man of Gondor, a dwarf, four mezziuomini. But There was Aragorn, and Legolas had arrived only the weapons, he could really trust them? After long hesitation, had made them blindfold to accompany the presence of the King
Legolas and Aragorn had appeared almost suddenly, going back a rather steep slope and was known to his teammates. They had been observed along the way, the stretch that still separated them from the city, and his eye he noticed something that was apparent from the way they do, how to look. They were fellow travelers for over a month, and this explained some of their fellowship, but he knew too well the Prince of Mirkwood not to understand the feelings that she kept in her heart.
is forwarded in the most dense of the forest, then emerge in a small clearing. He looked around, Legolas was sitting among the roots of an old tree, not far from one of the many lakes in the area. He approached quietly and sat down beside him.
"You're thinking of him, right?" said a little later, to break the silence more than anything else.
Legolas nodded with an almost imperceptible movement of his head. "I can not hide anything," He smiled.
"I saw how it looked, indeed, as you look. E. .. well, I was a little surprised, but ... Did you find what you were looking for."
"I do not know. It's something I can not explain, and that scares me ...."
"I'm also afraid. Because it will take you away forever. "Said the warden, with a hint of bitterness in his voice.
The prince turned his face toward him, looking at him with expressionless eyes." The war can take away forever. "Retorted.
Haldir smiled and stroked his hair, letting it flow through his fingers. "I know. But it is a very different thing, you know. "
Legolas lowered his eyes, he knew exactly what he meant his friend." I'm scared of what makes me feel. "He continued, as if speaking to himself." It is something I feel I can not do without. "
The warden left to spend a few minutes before continuing." Legolas ... It is a mortal. The
know, is a valiant warrior, an honest and fair, but ... is still a man. What will
never offer a mortal? What will happen to you after his death? "
His lips trembled, in giving the answer." It's something that my heart has already decided.
I can not give him up. I do not want to do it, whatever happens. "
Haldir put her arm around her and drew her to him, looking into his eyes. He knew that Legolas had never loved, and even he loved him. But among them was always been a very strong bond, they were friends for a long time, had shared many things together, for better or for worse. How many times had sought solace each other's arms, in the long nights after reconnaissance and battles, how many times they had abandoned to the pleasure and away from everything and everyone. He knew he was her only lover. Although he had never been told, he knew. Over the years, that strange complicity had consolidated their friendship, and reinforced it with an ambiguous relationship, strong and special. Bond, which now Legolas needed to escape, at least in part, to move forward.
He walked up to her face, just laying on his lips. There was lust in the gesture, but only love and sweetness and bitterness of a goodbye.
"Please," whispered just "Think well. I do not want to see you suffer."
Legolas closed his eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder.
Where I take all this?
