Chapter 7: Gentle Recovery
Summary: Orophin freely gives his comfort to the shaken up twin, who draws from his nearness and strength (slash)

"Elrohir!" Upon seeing her brothers and friends return with the missing elves, Nimriel sprang from her seat beside Galadriel and launched herself at the youngest Peredhel twin. The princess hugged Elrohir tightly, tears slipping down her face and staining the cloak he wore. "I'm so sorry!" she sobbed, suddenly dismissed as she was reduced to a sorrow-filled elfling. "This wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for me. I shouldn't have broken our arrangement. I'm sorry!"

"Hush now," Elrohir said softly, returning her hug and giving her a gentle pat on the back. "It's not your fault, Nimriel. You couldn't have known this would happen." If it was possible, Nimriel's tears seemed to increase at the gentleness of his words; her sobbing made it difficult to discern her next statement.

"I still feel responsible for everything."

"Come now, child," Galadriel said as she gently pried the young princess from her grandson. "Elrohir and Rumil are safe now. Do not trouble yourself any longer." Nimriel nodded and sniffed, retreating into the safety and comfort she felt at her brother's side; seeing his sister still in need of a little comfort, Celeron wrapped an arm about her shoulders and hugged her tightly. "How do you fare, Rumil?" Galadriel asked, turning to Haldir's youngest brother.

"I am all right, my lady," Rumil replied with a slight tilt of the head, brushing some silvery hair behind his ear. "I suffered little damage, just a few beatings; I‘ll heal quickly enough. It is Elrohir who went through the worst of the ordeal."

"I am fine," the twin insisted, seeing all eyes turn to him. He pulled the cloak tighter about his form, suddenly feeling very exposed. "There is no need to worry about me. There was no...lasting damage done." Elladan was about to protest, but Legolas' hand on his arm and Galadriel's stern look silenced him. The Lady then spoke again.

"'Tis well that you are both safe and unharmed. Take the day off and rest, all of you. Much has occurred this night; now is the time for sleep, and small comforts." Haldir bowed as he led his brother back to Rumil's talan for some sleep; the younger Galadhrim looked tired and worn from his ordeal. Celeron, accompanied by Arondil, went off in another direction, the pair intending to find some way of calming their fretful sister.

"Come, melme," Legolas said in a soothing voice while taking Elladan's hand. "Let us go find something to eat, then we can rest." He urged the twin to follow him, tugging gently on Elladan's hand. The Peredhel spared a glance back at his twin before following his lover; Galadriel followed them, leaving Orophin and Elrohir alone.

"Is there anything you need?" Orophin asked, the concern in his voice reflected in his eyes as he regarded Elrohir.

"A bath first," Elrohir replied quietly. "I'll decide what next after that."

"Come then." The twin nodded as Orophin wrapped an arm about his waist, letting the Galadhrim steer Elrohir back to his talan. Orophin briefly disappeared up the ladder, returning a moment later with two white robes before leading the Peredhel towards the baths. Seeing a few of them occupied, he searched until he found one slightly secluded from the others and led Elrohir towards the small pool.

"Will you stay?" Elrohir asked suddenly, his voice sounding a bit timid. He looked at Orophin with doe-like gray eyes, almost as if he were afraid to be left alone. The pleading seen in those stormy eyes tore at the Galadhrim's heart.

"Of course, lirimaer. Of course I‘ll stay." Orophin kissed Elrohir gently, drawing him into a warm embrace. The dark-haired elf sighed, relaxing in the circle of his arms as he laid his head upon his lover‘s shoulder. They remained in their embrace for some time, before the sound of a small splash drew their attention back to the bath; a small seed had fallen from its branch and was slowly sinking below the surface of the water as the two watched.

"Better have that bath, lirimaer," Orophin said, removing his arms from around Elrohir. The Peredhel nodded, standing still as his lover removed the cloak and his boots before helping Elrohir into the pool. He sank below the surface, allowing the warm water to wet his hair and unwind his tense muscles; when Elrohir resurfaced, Orophin had removed his clothes and was slipping into the pool next to him. At the mere hint of a signal, Elrohir moved closer to the Galadhrim, slipping into Orophin's arms as the silver-haired elf worked to unbraid his dark, wet hair.

"Diola lle," Elrohir whispered, burying his face into Orophin's neck. The guardian smiled as his hand gently combed through the dark hair; Orophin's other hand remained busy drawing small, soothing circles along the small of Elrohir's back.

"You've already thanked me."

"I know. But, I wanted to thank you again. If you hadn't come..." A soft kiss to his lips silenced him.

"No need to say anymore, lirimaer. I came in time; let's not think about what would or would not have happened. It's over, and you're safe. That's all we need to know." Elrohir nodded, closing his eyes as he sank deeper into the warmth of his lover's arms. Orophin reached for a nearby washcloth, gently scrubbing the dirt and grime from both their skin and hair.

"Orophin?"

"Hm?"

"What would you have done if...if you hadn't..." The gentle ministrations on Elrohir's skin ceased at his words. The twin looked up, noticing the grim set of Orophin's jaw; pale blue eyes seemed haunted as Orophin stared straight ahead.

"I told you not to think about such things."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." Elrohir felt his chin being tilted upwards, a lingering kiss placed upon his lips.

"Try to think of other things. It won't do any good to linger on unpleasant thoughts. Now come, the bath is finished. You need some rest." The Peredhel nodded, allowing his lover to help him out of the bath and wrap one of the robes around him. Orophin wrapped the second robe around his own form before gathering Elrohir in one arm, their clothes in the other, and heading back to the Galadhrim's talan.

When they arrived back at the flet, Orophin noticed a large silver platter of food awaiting them; Galadriel had had the foresight to send a servant to provide some food for their return. He gently urged Elrohir to eat some of the fruit and lembas before drinking a draught of honey wine. When the twin had had his fill, Orophin removed the plate, helping him to lie on the bed before slipping in next to him and taking his lover into his arms again. Elrohir's form instantly molded to his own, the twin's hands clasping handfuls of Orophin's silvery hair; for lingering moments, they remained silent as they held one another.

"Feeling better?" Orophin asked, twisting strands of dark hair around his fingers.

"Much better," Elrohir said, sighing gently. In truth, his nerves still felt a little high strung, the encounter with the humans not quite leaving his memory. But, he felt comforted having Orophin so close; knowing the Galadhrim was watching over him gave Elrohir the sense that he was safe. He had never felt as helpless as he had when in the clutches of the men. He closed his gray eyes, his resolution hardening and he whispered. "Orophin?"

"Lirimaer?"

"Help me." The hands combing through his hair stopped as Orophin registered what Elrohir had just said.

"Help you?" A nod. "Help you with what?"

"To forget. Saes, a‘maelamin." Doe-like eyes stared up at the Galadhrim, wordlessly begging him to take away the memories that brought so much pain and humiliation. Even if nothing had happened, Elrohir still felt abused and violated; the laughter and voices of the men would not leave his ears. He needed--begged for--his lover's touch to take it all away.

Orophin wordlessly complied, shifting so that Elrohir's body rested underneath his own; his robe fell open with their movements, exposing the Galadhrim's toned chest and abdomen. Elrohir placed his palms against the chest before him, feeling the steady heartbeat and rippling of muscle as Orophin leaned forward to draw the twin into a lingering kiss. Orophin's fingers lightly brushed the skin of Elrohir's side through his robe, eliciting a sigh of contentment into their kiss.

The kiss broke as Orophin trailed away to explore the planes of Elrohir's neck, lightly nipping on an earlobe and teasing the tip with his tongue. A flush of arousal stained the twin's cheeks and neck as he turned his head aside to allow more access to his skin. Blindly, he felt for the sash around Orophin's waist and, with a twist of his hand, unbelted the strip of fabric, allowing the Galadhrim's robe to fall open. Elrohir felt his own robe being peeled from his shoulders and body before being cast carelessly aside; Orophin's robe joined his as the Peredhel skimmed the fabric from pale shoulders.

"A'maelamin?"

"Si, lirimaer." Elrohir pulled him forward, lips pressing together again as warm skin touched, creating delightful friction. Again Orophin broke away, trailing soft kisses along the Peredhel's neck and chest; his fingers followed his mouth, dancing along the skin in playful patterns. The twin lay still, working to steady his breathing as he drowned himself in the warmth of his lover's ministrations. Fingers brushed against the healing cut on his thigh; they were followed shortly by lips tenderly kissing the pale pink injury.

"I would wound them a thousand times just for marring your skin," Orophin whispered, pressing his cheek to the soft flesh of Elrohir's inner thigh as fingers softly traced the cut. The dark-haired elf smiled, cupping Orophin's chin into his hand as their eyes locked together for a brief moment. The Galadhrim tilted his head, tenderly kissing the slim wrist as he slid forward a bit, hands bracing themselves against the twin's hips. Elrohir allowed his head to fall back onto the pillows as he felt his lover take his arousal into a warm mouth. He groaned deeply as he felt his love's tongue flick over the head as Orophin pulled away before taking him in again; a slight hiss of pleasure escaped Elrohir as he felt teeth lightly rack the heated erection. He whimpered softly as Orophin pulled away, cool air sweeping over his moistened skin.

"Gently, melme, gently," Orophin cooed, placing a kiss upon a slender hip. "We have all the time we need." Elrohir nodded as he opened his arms, folding the Galadhrim against his body when Orophin slipped into his embrace. Their hips ground together, eliciting gasps and moans from the pair as they rocked back and forth against one another. As they moved, their erections rubbed together, causing lights to sparkle and dance behind closed eyelids. It was almost too much for either of the lovers to bear.

"Saes..." Elrohir breathed as he claimed Orophin's lips in a frenzied kiss. The silver-haired lover complied with the plea, hurriedly slicking his fingers with some nearby oil whilst turning the twin onto his stomach. Elrohir lay still, one hand fisting the sheets in anticipation as he waited. A slick finger probed his opening before pressing in, soon joined by another. He moaned and closed his eyes as the digits gently spread and prepared him; they were soon joined by a third, and Elrohir groaned as they brushed his prostate ever so slightly. He began rocking back against the fingers, growing more impatient as the seconds ticked by.

"Slowly, lirimaer." Elrohir whimpered at the words and at the retreating fingers. A moment later he issued a deep sigh as he felt the evidence of Orophin's arousal pressing against his opening. Slowly, his entrance was breached as the Galadhrim pressed inward; impatience claimed the twin as he pushed against his lover. Orophin gasped at the sudden sensation of being sheathed, scowling faintly when he caught the smug expression on Elrohir's face.

Gathering the twin into his arms, Orophin slowly thrust in and out. Elrohir rocked with him, pressing back as Orophin thrust forward. He gripped the hands encircling his waist, shuttering as warm lips fastened to an ear and sucked lightly. All the fears that had been building in his mind faded away at their joining, the music of their moans and whispered endearments drowning out the mockery of the men. The Peredhel's world became centered around a lithe form, silvery hair, blue eyes and a gentle voice whispering his name.

"Orophin..." Elrohir's voice ended in a gasp as the last thrust hit his prostate, sending stars into his eyes.

"Come with me, lirimaer," the Galadhrim whispered. Reaching around the twin's waist, he clasped Elrohir's erection in a loose hold whilst placing a tender kiss on the twin's neck. His thumb flicked over his lover's head, his fingers lightly brushing against the sac beneath. With one final thrust, Orophin felt orgasm claim the twin, and he followed a second after. From the heights of pleasure, they sank back together to the solid earth. For a while they laid still, the cool air breezing across their pleasure flushed skin and chilling the sweat that had condensed on their forms.

"Diola lle, a'maelamin," Elrohir whispered as he turned in Orophin's arms, nuzzling his lover's neck. Orophin smiled, pulling the covers over them before wrapping his arms tightly about his love.

"You are thanking me an awful lot this day."

"There is much I have to be thankful for."

"Indeed." They lay in silence again, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking and feeling content. "I would bind myself to you, Elrohir."

"Aye, as would I." He played with the ring about the Galadhrim's neck, the ring he had given him years ago and the mate of the one Elrohir also wore. He stared up into bright blue eyes and smiled. "One day soon."

"Aye, one day soon." They shared another tender, loving kiss before sleep claimed their exhausted forms. Dreams did not haunt Elrohir this day, for the memories of the encounter had subsided at the gentle ministrations of his lover. Indeed, there was much for him to be thankful for. One of which was to be blessed to have Orophin at his side.

Translations:
Melme-Love
Lirimaer-Lovely one
Diola lle-Thank you
Saes, a'maelamin-Please, my beloved
Si-Here

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Chapter 8: Returning Home
Summary: Haldir has a heart-to-heart talk with his kinsmen about hidden feelings and unvoiced emotions as the pair watch the departure of the twins and their companions (Orophin‘s POV).

Mid-summer is drawing to a close; soon, the season will be ending, and another will begin. Again, as always, the leaves of the mellyrn will turn from green to gold, and then litter the ground with the glittering foliage. I've lost count of how many times I have watched the seasons change as I wander the borders with my brothers and the other Galadhrim. I have seen many seasons, and yet I feel as if I have not seen enough. Or, perhaps I feel as if I will never see the end of the changing seasons. Such is the way of the elves, and I have come to accept that fate. We are immortal, and only the pains of a fatal wound or a broken heart can sever our ties to Arda. Time is nothing to us.

And, yet, time can also be a curse. We remember everything, both the pleasant and the unpleasant events of our lives. The passage of time, short or long, matters not; but we feel the change all the same, much like our fellow mortals. They have a different concept of time due to the experiences they encounter during their short lives. They do not fully understand us immortals, just as we do not fully understand them. But, the pain and longing that changing times bring is the one thing we both can comprehend.

As I sit here on one of the patrol flets, the late morning sun warming my back, I think again how time can be cruel and, yet, kind. It has been kind in bringing to me the one person, other than my brothers, who holds my heart. I have seen him little over the years, thought about him when I was alone at nights and wondered when we would next meet. Time and patience granted me my wish. And yet, it is time which takes him away. It is time that urges him now to return to his own home, to his own duties. Hardly two months have passed since he rode into these woods in the company of his brother and friends. Two months, I feel, had not been enough.

Elrohir. We said our farewells in Caras Galadon, but that was not enough for me. Thus, the morning sun finds me sitting idly upon my talan, watching as you and your companions head back to the valley that is your home. I watch as the sunlight glimmers off your dark locks, turning them a deep crimson. Your stormy eyes are smiling as you joke with one of the princes of Mirkwood. You don't realize I'm nearby and watching, and I don't expect you to; even for elves, it is sometimes difficult to detect the presence of a Galadhrim. I gaze at you, and wonder when we will next meet. I hope it is soon, but I cannot say for I do not know.

"Orophin?" The voice of my brother drifts to my ears; I acknowledge his presence with a slight nod of my head. Haldir seats himself next to me, his feet dangling off the end of the flet. He keeps his hazel gaze fixed on the ground below us, refusing to meet my eyes. I know my brother too well to wonder why he has come. He is here for answers to his questions.

"What is it you want to know?" I ask, shifting my position slightly while curling one leg underneath my body, and allowing the other to hang over the side. I lean back on my hands, relaxing my posture just a bit as Haldir finally turns to face me.

"You're not going down to see him off?" he asks, curiosity lacing his voice. Though he is the March Warden, my brother, like any normal elf, is brave and courageous, valiant in battle and yet curious about certain aspects of life. No, I did not phrase that correctly. He is curious about aspects of *my* life, especially my love life.

Haldir is well-versed in the ways of love, courtship and bonding; after all, it was he, and not I, who had urged Rumil to take a lover almost immediately after our brother's majority. I had not seen it fit to educate--in a manner of speaking--my youngest sibling in the ways of love and bonding. When he had asked me questions that I could not--or would not--provide the answers to, he had turned to Haldir, who was more than happy to speak with Rumil on the matter. I have had my share of lovers, of both sexes, but I do not believe I am fit to explain the comings and goings of the heart to another.

No, Haldir possibly has had more experience with various partners than I have despite the nearly one hundred years difference between our ages. But, while he can be rather boastful about his love conquests, I am rather quiet and keep things to myself. Rumil will often confide in Haldir when he is uncomfortable about a situation between himself and his lover. Yet I will keep silent and brood over the matter until I reach a solution. My ways in dealing with love seem to frustrate Haldir, who feels the need to help me with my problems. Which is probably why he has come; he must believe there is some tension between Elrohir and I. Dear brother, what you see is what we want you to see.

"We have already said our farewells," I reply, fingering the end of a braid as I speak. "There is no need for prolonged good-byes between us. It is time Elrohir returned to Imladris, we both know that. What is the use of bidding someone farewell twice?" I catch him rolling his eyes at my words; he does not feel the same way I do on this situation. And now the interrogation will begin.

"Why not see them to the borders then? As an escort?"

"Because they are not in need of one. The twins know this area as well as their father's home. If you feel they need an escort, gwanur, why do you not go?" He falls silent, knowing I am right. To my right I spot a flicker of silver; Rumil is in the next talan, listening in on our conversation. Haldir does not seem to notice him, and I decide not to speak about his presence. My youngest brother knows better to leave me to my devices, yet he finds great amusement in Haldir's attempts to break through my shell.

"Do you love him?" Haldir asks.

"Of course I do."

"And yet you will not see him off?"

"I told you, Haldir, I've already said my good-byes." He frowns at my words, and presses harder.

"But, you may not see him for another few years. You will not spend even a few more minutes in his company?"

"He has been in my company a great deal over the last two months, if you recall."

"That time was enough?"

"For us, yes." A pause as he contemplates his next question; I believe I know what he is about to ask.

"Will you bond with him?" I was correct.

"Eventually, yes." And, now he will ask...

"Why not now?" Impatient to have your elder brother bonded, are we? Are you trying to have me wedded off this moment before the love of my life leaves the borders of my home? Are you trying to coerce me into going through the ritual now? Well, I can play this game too, brother dear.

"Why ask why?" is all I say. I attempt, rather unsuccessfully, to hide my smile at his yelp of frustration; in the next flet, I sense my other brother hiding giggles of amusement at Haldir's exasperation. He scowls at me as he crosses his legs, resting his elbows upon his knees and his chin upon his hands. He pouts in a manner reminiscent of when he was a child. I know this look well; Haldir is trying to make me feel guilty for winning his little game. But, I am too old to feel that guilt anymore. "We will bond in time," I say. "Now is not that moment."

"Why not?" Is that concern in your voice I hear? I turn and look into his eyes and, yes, he is concerned for me. But, why?

"Why do you wish me to be bonded to Elrohir this moment, gwanur?" He sighs and stretches out on the talan upon his back. Haldir's hazel eyes are fixed on the sky above, and he remains quiet a moment as he thinks of what to say.

"I just want you to be happy, is all. I've seen how you look at Elrohir; you always have such love for him, even before you became lovers. And, yet, in public you only refer to one another as friends though everyone knows what the two of you do when you are alone." If he is attempting to make me blush, then he has succeeded for I feel a faint creeping of heat over my cheeks. In the next talan, Rumil listens intently to our conversation, but makes little noise.

"We were friends before becoming lovers, Haldir."

"Were. You *were* friends; you are not any longer. We may be immortal, Orophin, but we aren't getting younger. When was the last time you took on a lover before Elrohir? How many years?"

"I don't recall."

"Exactly!" He sits up and faces me, gazing deep into my eyes with his hazel pair, which seem to have turned green under the sunlight. "I know you are not like me, and have not had many partners. I have wondered why that is. I think I know now."

"Oh?" My curiosity is perked; my brother believes he knows me that well?

"Aye. It is because you have been searching. You have been looking for someone to share your heart with, not your bed. You want someone to love and cherish, share your life with." I am impressed. So, Haldir has been able to read my inner most wishes and desires. I never thought he would, but I say nothing as he continues. "I believe you've found that person in Elrohir, gwanur. You found him the day you met and became friends, but only recently have you come to realize this. And yet, I cannot understand why, after years of being lovers, you have not bonded with him yet."

"You are right," I say after pausing for a few moments. "I have found what I was searching for. Now that I have, I see no hurry to bond with him. I am not our Lady, but I feel there are things that have yet to take place that might sunder our bond. I do not wish to bind myself to him only to have that tie torn apart. If this bond is to be, then the Valar will tell us when the time is appropriate."

"But, you do love him?"

"Aye. That I do." He seems relieved to hear my answers to his questions. I know he may think my ways unusual, perhaps unconventional, but he will not try to change me. I can feel Rumil smile, and that brings a smile to my face. "Now then," I say, my smile broadening. "When will it be your time to bond, Haldir?"

"Me? Bond?" Haldir seems stricken by the very idea of such a thing happening. Oh, I could tease him forever on this matter.

"Why yes. I have Elrohir to bond to, and I suspect Rumil will choose Lindir when he is ready. So, all that leaves is you. Come now, brother dear, there must be someone who you wish to spend the rest of your eternity with."

"Are you mocking me?" His glare would be one to stop any normal Galadhrim in their tracks. But I am not any normal Galadhrim; I am his older brother.

"Of course not, gwanur," I say while trying to sound innocent. "Whatever gave you that idea? Now, who would be perfect for you?"

"Orophin..." I ignore the warning in his voice, barely able to contain my grin of mirth.

"The princess Nimriel is a wonderful lady, then of course there is the lady Arwen." I smile at his scowl but brush aside the implications of such a look. "Or is it that you prefer male lovers? Perhaps the prince Arondil, or his brother Celeron? Someone with darker hair maybe. What about the advisor Erestor? I believe he will make a wonderful partner."

"Orophin!"

"Calm now, Haldir. I am only trying to help." The leaves to my right began to quiver as Rumil struggles to suppress his laughter. "You will be all alone once Rumil and I have bonded. So, tell me who you like and I shall try my best to match you two together."

"Celeborn will never accept that!"

"Celeborn?" His eyes go wide as he realizes his slip of the tongue. "By the Valar, Haldir, have you been bedding our Lord?!" Laughter explodes next to us upon the revelation, and I am finding it difficult to contain my own giggles. Of course Rumil and I had known about our brother and Lord the entire time; we had stumbled upon them by accident, and were told by the Lady Galadriel that it was an arrangement between her and her husband when we thought to report to her. Haldir never knew that we knew and had tried to keep it a secret. Until now.

"I...we...that is...you are impossible, gwanur!" I can help it no longer and burst out into hysterics as, blushing a deep crimson, Haldir exits the talan, growling as he hears Rumil joining in my laughter. Once on the ground, he stalks off but, in his embarrassment, he nearly trips over a root and elicits more laughter from us.

It takes some time before the giggles die down and we are able to breathe normally again. I steal a glance at Rumil, who smiles and waves in return before continuing with his patrol. I remain on my talan for a while longer, catching a last glimpse of Elrohir before he clears the forest and makes for Imladris with his brother and friends. Indeed it may be years before I see him again, but I am content to know that we will reunite. I pull out the ring hanging about my neck, and watch as the sun glitters upon the band.

Smiling, I replace the ring beneath my tunic and move to leave the flet to continue with my patrol. Yes, one day we will reunite. Until then, I get to think of the reunion to come...and tease my brother mercilessly as pay back. Oh, the joys of being the eldest.

Translations:
Gwanur-Brother

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Chapter 9: After So Long
Summary: Years have passed, the ring is destroyed, Elessar is on the throne of Gondor with his new elven wife. Elrohir is given one last chance to see Orophin before the Galadrim departs over sea (slash).

Many times had he ridden to Imladris, but always with the intent of returning to his home. Over the years, he had carried messages to the lord of the valley or accompanied his Lord and Lady for some formal function or another. Sometimes he came alone or in the company of his brothers just for some time off. Within a few weeks of arriving, he would be turning around and riding back in the direction he had come. Alas, this ride would not make a complete circle; he would be leaving Lothlorien, his home for centuries, and would not return. It would be the last time he would see Imladris as well, yet he hoped it would not be the last he saw of his lover too.

Orophin pulled the hood of his cloak a little lower about his face as the large party from Lorien entered the borders of the valley dwelling just as early evening set in. He wanted to see Elrohir so badly, but was half afraid of meeting the half-elf. The Galadhrim knew of the decision the Peredhil had to make now that Elrond was leaving Middle-earth. Elladan had already told Legolas of the choice he and his brother had made, but Elrohir had not had the chance to speak of the matter to him.

Orophin regretted not having the time to speak with his lover in Minas Tirith during Arwen's wedding to Aragorn; there was little he could do about that now except wonder what Elrohir had decided. Would he sail to the Undying Lands when he was ready? Or would he forever remain in Middle-earth to eventually pass away? Orophin hoped he would choose the first as the party drew ever closer to the manor.

"What troubles you?" He turned to the voice and found Rumil eyeing him from behind his own cloak. "You seemed worried about something. Is it Elrohir?"

"Aye," Orophin replied with a small sigh. "But do not trouble yourself over the matter, gwanur."

"You are afraid of his decision."

/How wise of you, gwanur. Perhaps, at least to you and Haldir, my feelings are not so hidden./ "Aye, I am a little worried." Rumil reached over, placing a comforting hand upon his brother's arm. Orophin smiled at the small amount of contact as he covered his brother's hand and gave it a light squeeze.

"He loves you, Orophin. Whatever his decision, knowing that should be enough." Rumil had become rather wise over the years; Orophin wondered if that was due to Lindir's influence. Whatever the case, he was glad for the words that lightened his heart, even if only by a little.

"Diola lle, Rumil." The brothers exchanged smiles before quietly following the rest of the party in passing the arched gateway of Imladris.

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/Here they come. How many will be left with Ata'da when the party leaves? Not many it seems./ Elrohir was feeling nervous as he observed approaching party from Lorien, the fading sunlight shimmering off of his dark hair as he stood upon a balcony, overlooking the road to the Last Homely House. So many events had happened in the last few months that everything had been a blur. He was looking forward to greeting his friends from the Golden Wood, but at the same time he was saddened to see them, for Elrohir knew their final destination was the Grey Havens. It was a place he was not yet ready to journey to.

His heart skipped a beat as his stormy gray eyes picked out one familiar silvery head from all the rest. Orophin had removed his hood as the party passed the arched gateway of Imladris, the sunlight glittering off of his hair. Elrohir watched as his father, accompanied by his seneschals, Elladan and Lindir, greeted Galadriel and the Galadhrim traveling with her.

As the party dismounted from the steeds they had been riding, Lindir graced Haldir's youngest brother with a brilliant smile and a warm embrace; they would be traveling together in two days time. Elladan took the chance to speak with Haldir, the former March Warden inquiring of news from Ithilien and its princes. The eldest twin was more than happy to provide the information, and the pair made off for a place to talk. That left Orophin alone with the rest of the unpacking party. Elrohir debated on whether or not to go down and greet his lover, but decided against it for now. He would find a more appropriate time for a reunion, preferably a time in private.

Elrohir had been so lost in his thoughts for the last few moments that he completely missed the pair of blue eyes that lovingly fixed themselves upon his person. He was startled out of his reverie upon receiving the feeling of being watched before gray orbs returned the stare. Orophin smiled and signaled for him to stay before exchanging a few words with another Galadhrim and disappearing into the manor. Elrohir could feel his heart beating faster as he heard the footsteps made by soft booted feet drawing closer to his balcony perch. At long last, the door to the room opened, a lean form slipped in and wrapped itself lovingly around Elrohir's person.

"Lirimaer, I've missed you."

"A'maelamin..." He turned in the embrace to share a tender kiss with the one he loved so much. As they broke for air some moments later, Elrohir leaned his head against Orophin's shoulder, a soft blush staining his cheeks as he wrapped a strand of silvery hair around his finger. A pang of sadness suddenly overcame him; Orophin sensed the slight change in his loved one.

"What is it?" Elrohir sighed deeply, attempting to bury himself deeper within the warmth of the Galadhrim before he ventured a reply.

"You will leave in three days."

"Will you not come with me?" Orophin felt his heart wrench when Elrohir shook his head.

"I have things to do here; my tasks are not yet completed. I cannot leave my home...not yet."

"Yet?" He couldn't stop the hope from sounding in his voice; Elrohir had said ‘yet.' Orophin wondered if that meant the Peredhel still planned on venturing to Valinor. He waited patiently for the answer even though each passing second felt agonizingly slow.

"Elladan and I had a talk while we were traveling to Rohan before Pelennor Fields. It was a long talk, lasting most of the ride. We debated things, reconsidered our decisions...and then we decided." Gray eyes lifted to meet blue as Elrohir voiced his next words in a whisper. "We chose to be immortal." The twin smiled faintly at the soft sigh Orophin uttered. "But we cannot leave Middle-earth yet."

"You will eventually?"

"Aye, when we feel our work here is done. Elladan and I must look after Imladris for some years more. He will not leave until Legolas is ready to sail. And I cannot leave my brother alone." He paused, collecting his thoughts while leaning his forehead against Orophin's neck. "This is so difficult for me."

"Lirimaer?" When he received no answer, Orophin gently placed two fingers beneath a smooth chin, lifting Elrohir's head until their eyes met. "What is so difficult for you?"

"This decision my brother and I have made. Elladan does not have anything to worry about. Though they are far apart, Legolas is still residing on Middle-earth; they may see each other whenever they wish. But you...you will sail in three days time. You will sail, and I will remain here. How long must I wait before I can see you again?" Tears began to well up in the stormy orbs as a rush of emotions began to overwhelm his body. "How many years will pass before I can see you again? I've waited so long already, I do not know if my heart will endure it any longer."

"Lirimaer..." Orophin pulled him closer as Elrohir's tears began to flow freely. He hated seeing his lover cry, but could understand the emotional turmoil he was going through. The Galadhrim was comforted that Elrohir would eventually sail over the sea, but what would happen in the meantime? Years would pass; would they take on new lovers? Orophin knew they would not, but how would the years change them? He too was afraid of the answer. "Hush now, lirimaer," Orophin soothed while running gentle hands through raven locks. "We still have three days together. Let us make the most of them."

Elrohir nodded as he lifted his head and wiped the tears away. A smile graced his face as he felt a tender kiss being placed upon his lips before Orophin took his hand and led him away from the balcony. His lover was right, they still had three days left together. They would be the last days the pair would have together in a long time. The Peredhel was determined to make the most of them.

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The stars shone brightly overhead, brighter than they have ever been in the last few years. They twinkled and danced among the dark, clear sky as if to both bid farewell to the elves departing and welcome them to their new home. As always, one star in particular outshined all the others. Eärendil illuminated the valley dwelling, brightening a path for a pair of lovers who walked the banks of the Bruinen hand-in-hand.

"Do you fear tomorrow?"

"Nay, I do not fear it. I wish it would not come, but I do not fear it."

"We will be together again. It will be some time before that moment comes to pass. But, it will come."

"I know. I look forward to it." Elrohir ceased his walk as he turned and wrapped his arms about the slender waist of his lover, leaning his head upon a shoulder. Orophin smiled, pulling him a little closer and laying a kiss upon the raven crown. They fell silent as they remained in one another's embrace, the stars shining off of their hair and the river creating a light, misty spray about them. After a time, Orophin spoke again.

"Elrohir?"

"Hm?"

"I would bind myself to you now, before I leave this land." Gray eyes widened as Elrohir gazed up at his lover. Hope and loved shined in his eyes, the barest of smiles upon his lips.

"Now?" Orophin nodded before embracing the twin tightly. Elrohir closed his eyes, sighing in contentment. Slowly he reached inside his tunic and retrieved his ring, Orophin copying his movements. The Galadhrim reached beneath raven hair, unclasping the silver chain and cradling Elrohir's ring in his palm; his other hand took hold of the twin's left. He looked upon the twin with a great deal of love when Elrohir took his own ring and waited.

"I, Orophin of Lorien, bind myself to you, Elrohir Peredhel. I take you to be my chosen partner in life. I will wait for you in Valinor until the day you arrive to be with me forever." Elrohir blushed faintly as he felt the cool circlet being slipping onto his left ring finger. He gently returned the kiss placed upon his lips before it was his turn.

"I, Elrohir Peredhel, who has chosen to be accounted among the Firstborn, bind myself to you, Orophin of Lorien. You will forever have my heart, and I will make my way to you with the utmost speed when I am able." He smiled as he slipped the ring onto his lover's finger before their eyes locked. Their next words were spoken together, in a near whisper meant only for their ears and the stars above that took witness to their joining.

"Im mela lle. Ilyamenie." Each sighed blissfully as they felt a surge of warmth and love envelop them as the Valar blessed their match and sealed their union. As they joined for a kiss filled with their love for another, the stars brightened together in a warm glow; all those in Imladris who witnessed the change in the sky knew a bond had been formed and smiled at the happy thought.

"Come," Orophin said, tugging Elrohir into the surrounding woods. "Let us make the most of this night together. In the morning, we shall say good-bye with love in our hearts." The twin smiled and nodded, allowing himself to be led into the trees. It took only a few moments before the Galadhrim found the spot he wanted. He had visited Imladris many times in the past, and had found the small meadow-like space during one of his first visits. It was large enough for three people to lie down in comfortably, and afforded a magnificent view of the sky. No paths led to it, so it was assumed few knew of the spot. Orophin loved it immensely; lying down in the grass reminded him of his talan in Lorien with its similarly majestic view of the stars.

"I have never been here before," Elrohir commented, gazing in wonder at the small meadow. "I don't know how I could have missed it. Elladan and I explored the entire valley during our childhood."

"The surrounding trees are rather thick in this area. Even an elf could easily miss this place."

"I am glad you have brought me here then. When I am lonely in the coming years, I can come here and think of you." Orophin smiled, drawing his bonded closer to share a kiss. He slowly drew his tongue over Elrohir's bottom lip and delighted in the twin's moans. Together they knelt then laid in the soft carpet of grass, Orophin's body a pleasant weight upon Elrohir's. Hands roamed familiar curves and plains through tunics and leggings before impatient fingers undid clasps and lacings, throwing the garments carelessly aside. The cool night air caressed their heated skin as eyes darkened with lust and love. "A'maelamin?" Elrohir's voice sounded hitched as he spoke, arms tightly wound around his lover's chest.

"Lirimaer?" Orophin raised himself upon his elbows slightly, gazing down at the flushed face of his lover, one hand tentatively brushing aside a dark lock.

"I need you. I need you now."

"But..."

"Now, please." The Galadhrim nodded once before raising a hand, dipping two fingers into the dark-haired elf's mouth. Elrohir eagerly took them in, sucking on the digits lightly and playing with the finger pads with his tongue. Orophin grit his teeth as he became painfully hard just watching the sensual movements of his love's tongue. He removed his fingers, replacing them with him lips and tongue while his hand made busy, seeking out his lover's entrance. Elrohir moaned into the kiss as he felt himself being prepared; even in his frenzied need, he was glad Orophin was taking the time to ensure he wasn't hurt.

The slowness of their moves was started to wear on him; Orophin easily understood why Elrohir was so impatient to be claimed. The twin needed to know he was loved, needed to know he would always be loved, rather than relish in the sensual dance of their love making. Using his own pre-ejaculate, Orophin quickly slicked himself before slowly pressing through the entrance of his lover.

Elrohir's head fell back, hair spraying around in the grass in dark waves, a silent scream of pleasure leaving his lips. He pushed against his lover as Orophin began to move, stars dancing in both of their eyes at the intensity of their joining. Fingers interlaced, palms pressing together as Orophin leaned forward to claim another kiss, his hair creating a silvery curtain about their faces. As one they came, shuttering as their spilled their seeds. Feeling suddenly drained, Orophin fell forward, his head pillowed against Elrohir's chest, the twin's arms wrapping around him as gentle hands stroked his hair and back.

"I will miss this," Elrohir whispered, gently kissing a pointed ear. "I will miss the feeling of holding you and being held by you. I will miss you."

"And I you. But we will be together in the end." Orophin tilted his head slightly to gaze into stormy eyes sparkling with love. "We are bonded now. We will always be together, and when we are not, we will find our ways back to one another." Elrohir smiled, cupping his lover's face in his hands and drawing them close for another kiss. The stars overhead twinkled, watching out for the lovers, promising in silence to keep them each safe until they would be reunited.

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He asked me this morning if I would accompany him to the shores, but I could not. I know that if I see the Sea, I will be compelled to go with him to Valinor; that is something I cannot do yet. Elladan and I are lords of Imladris now that Ada is sailing. My brother will not leave until Legolas is ready, and I cannot leave him alone. We also promised Arwen we would be with her until Estel passes; we must keep to our word. I do not know how many years will pass before I do make my way to the Grey Havens. I can only hope the time will pass quickly.

In the midst of the riding party, I see him turn. Orophin, a'maelamin, I miss you already. You catch my eye, and I return your smile. Your smile is bittersweet, and I know mine is the same. We are bonded, our hearts pledged to one another for the rest of our time. Yet now we must part for a while, not knowing when we will be together again. Fear not, melme; I will always be true to you.

I twist the band upon my finger as he turns and leaves through the gateway. Was this how Elladan felt when Legolas left for the quest with the Fellowship? Hollow yet whole? Your heart light and heavy at the same time? It is an odd feeling I must admit.

"He loves you, gwanur," a voice says from my elbow. I turn to find myself facing my mirror, who offers me an encouraging smile. "He loves you as much as you love him. And he is also a Galadhrim; Orophin will never betray your love."

"Aye, I know." Elladan leans over, offering me a brotherly kiss upon my cheek before turning away and entering the house as the last of the party leaves. I watch them go, watch as they make their way down the paths that lead to the manor. Even with his hood on, I can still pick out Orophin from the rest. I wait until they are out of sight before entering the half-empty house. One day, I will be making that same journey. I smile as I think about that day and go about my new duties.

/I look forward to meeting you again, a'maelamin./

Translations:
Gwanur-Brother
Diola lle-Thank you
Ata'da-Grandfather
Lirimaer-Lovely one
A'maelamin-My beloved
Im mela lle-I love you
Ilyamenie-Always
Ada-Father
Melme-Love

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