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Hoo boy! This thing took me over a year to write, so I'm glad I had it all finished before I posted it here. Since it is my first work, it's incredibly rough, and on ff.net, I have been editing/rewriting the chapters and even creating some new ones. So after I'm done, this will actually be a 15 chapter story. Don't be surprised if in a year or so I repost this with all the changes. After this I'm probably going to post the prequel I wrote (but I still have to finish the last chapter), and the working title for that is Friendship Undying.
Saying Goodbye
Arwen was in shock. Estel, her hope, her light, her love… was dead. Never coming back. This was almost more that she could handle. Her best friend and her lover killed because of one small skirmish. Why? Why did this have to happen? She sighed.
Almost all of Rivendell was in the same condition as she. Estel was loved dearly among Rivendell’s inhabitants and Legolas was just as treasured in all the elven realms. ‘He is a very well traveled elf’ the Evenstar quipped, then sadly corrected herself: ‘He was a very well traveled elf.’ It grieved her to admit that Legolas wasn’t coming back, not just because it brought to mind memories of her friend, but also because many of the travels he took were in the company of Aragorn. Now her only reminder of him would be the figure marking his grave. ‘And Eldarion.’ she mentally chided herself that was what the future king had wanted to call his child, if it was a boy. And he would have two middle names: Estel, after his father, and Legolas, as was Estel’s dying wish. ‘Eldarion Estel Legolas.’ Arwen thought to herself and smiled, ‘It has a ring to it.’
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Meanwhile, Elladan, Elrohir, Cyro, and Remnul were getting the bodies ready for burial. It was a task none of them relished, for all of them loved their brothers and hated seeing them like this. So lifeless and cold. Nothing like they once were. At length, Cyro spoke up,
“Rem, what will happen to us now?” Remnul looked up in surprise.
“What do you mean Cy? We’ll go on like we always have, except without the joy and laughter.”
“I agree all too well Rem.” Elrohir said. Elladan nodded wordlessly. The older elves were great friends, but their brothers were their angels. Not even the friendships that existed between the four of them were enough to fill the gaping hole. It wasn’t that they were slighting each other or over reacting. It was just true. They all knew it yet no one said anything. Without a word, they got back to work.
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“Is there a place that they both loved outside of our realms where they could be put to rest together?” Elrond questioned. The two rulers were trying to arrange burial plans. Neithers heart was really in it. The shock and grief were still too near. But the task had to be done.
“I believe so.” Thranduil answered, “I’ve heard him talk to Cyro and Remnul about a days ride from here. It was by a stream, under an oak tree, and they usually camped there on the way back and forth between realms.”
“I remember listening to Estel describe a place like that to Elladan and Elrohir. They could probably find it, for I think they’ve been there before.” Thranduil gave a sad smile.
“It’s just like they would have wanted. Out in the wild, under a tree.” Elrond smiled back.
“Yes my friend. It is indeed.”
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The funeral was a grand one. All of Rivendell and Mirkwood turned up, along with Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien. Gandalf was also seen among the people coming to pay their respects, but he stayed toward the back. When Elrond approached him before the service started, the Istari said,
“I do not want words of comfort Lord Elrond. My mind knows that this is not my fault. It just has to work on convincing my heart.” Elrond just looked at his old friend. Just then, the ceremony started. Arwen read a eulogy she had composed. It went like this:
“Estel and Legolas were two of the best people I had the pleasure of meeting. They were alive, fun, and adventurous. But believe it or not, they were not always that way. Estel used to be shy, and closed off to the world. Even to his family, it was rare to hear more that five words at a time from him. And Legolas… Legolas was even worse. He was a cutter when I met him one thousand years ago. At that time he was one thousand five hundred, and I was two thousand years of age.
Soon after I came back to Rivendell from Lothlorien, I met Estel when he was merely a boy of 25. Soon after I met him, he went on a hunting trip. Now Estel did not make friends easily, so you can imagine our shock when he came home, accompanied by none other than Legolas himself. The change you could see in Estel was amazing. His face held life, and he had suddenly gained the ability to talk a mile a minute.”
At this point several people gave soft chuckles. It was true, Estel was a famous motor mouth.
“Shortly after this change came over him, the three of us became close friends. Estel and I even became lovers. They two of them went on so many adventures together. But even when they were apart, you could still see that the newly found life in them was not going away. Legolas stopped cutting himself for the feeling. And Estel and I became closer than ever. We loved and trusted each other, which was why our relationship was so precious. But everyone who saw them together knew that nothing could ever take the place in their hearts meant for each other.” Arwen paused and the guests began to clap appreciatively, thinking that the eulogy was over. But then the Evenstar added, almost as an afterthought:
“Being together is what made them happy. And if they’re happy then I am happy. I find no reason to grieve, knowing they are at peace.”
This time, the clapping was not instantaneous. The elves were taken aback by what she said. But then, understanding started to come on to the faces, her family and Legolas’ family first. They began clapping and soon, everyone joined in. Even Gandalf seemed to have reached a peace within himself. Arwen smiled up at the sky. ‘Well, I’ve done it Estel. I will hold you in my heart forever, but I will let you depart to the Halls in peace.’ She closed her eyes. ‘Go with my love.’
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Legolas looked down as they lowered the body of him and his friend into the ground. A smile came to his face as he turned to the human next to him.
“Well Estel, it seems as though we do not have to worry about them. They will survive.” Aragorn smiled back.
“Yes my friend. I believe that they have finally found peace in themselves. What Arwen said touched even Gandalf. As they watched the dirt covering the holes in the ground, a wind rustled their hair. Both smiled.
“It seems that our time here is through.” Legolas remarked.
“Yes.” Aragorn sighed. Taking one look a their loved ones on the ground, the “brothers” turned their backs on the living, and walked side by side for about two meters in the sky, before fading away into the mist.
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A/N: hey don’t worry, this is not the end. There will be one more chapter (well more like an epilog).
Epiloge Part One
the epilog will be done in two parts, okiday? now let’s continue!
It had been a twelve months since the funeral. Twelve tortuous months. Slowly, each family had learned how to live without their youngest addition, but neither had really gotten over it. The memory was still there, haunting once peaceful dreams. But life went on. Gandalf had finally caught Gollum, after searching for him with newfound vigor after the funeral. It seemed that he was doing it in memory of his friends. But all his work had been in vain. When Remnul and Cyro had taken Gollum from Gandalf, Orcs attacked the guards watching the creature, setting him free. But it didn’t really matter. The Ring had been found. A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, had had the Ring the whole time. He had now passed it on to his nephew, Frodo Baggins. Gandalf had discovered this when he had gone to celebrate his old friends birthday. Frodo was currently on the way to Rivendell, to be present for the council Elrond had called to decide what to do with the Ring.
It would decide the fate of the world.
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“Calanar!!! Calanar where are you?!” Belgnaur called, searching for his younger brother in the forest of Greenwood. They were about to leave for Elrond’s Council and they needed to hurry. The crown prince growled in frustration. “Calanar, you lousy son of an Orc, get out here! We need to go!” Belegnaur had turned to go back to the palace to search there again when he heard a soft sobbing. Turning, he caught sight of his brother in the tree above him. Puzzled, he climbed up toward him.
“Calanar?” he said quietly. Calanar’s head shot up. “My brother, why do you weep?”
“Legolas.” the younger elf answered in a choked voice. Belegnaur paled slightly. He had tried not to think of his brother since he had gotten the summons to go to Rivendell. It was still painful to visit the place where the star of their family had died. “I do not think I can stand to go back to Rivendell. It holds too much memory of him.” Calanar continued.
“What do you think Legolas would say if he could see you now?” the older elf questioned. Calanar gave a watery smile.
“He’d probably say that we were being ridiculous. He always had more faith in our strength then we did.”
“Exactly! Now we should finally give him a reason to be proud of us.”
“You know him. He’d be proud of us no matter what we do.”
“We need to learn to let our grief go. We should continue what he planned to do. Destroy the Ring.” There was such conviction in Belegnaur’s voice that Calanar was filled with hope for the future for the first time in many months. He nodded. Belegnaur grinned, embracing his younger sibling. They stayed that way for a while. Finally breaking contact, the two princes made their way to the horses and then started on the two-day trip to Rivendell.
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“Travelers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been called he to discuss the threat of Mordor. The One Ring has been found.” Elrond’s voice sliced through the still air. His twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, scanned over the gathered figures. Men from Gondor, Dwarves, and Belegnaur and Calanar leading the elves from Mirkwood. The twins thought back to the reunion the four had had yesterday. It had been a bittersweet time, for it was obvious that Mirkwood’s princes were saddened by the memories there were here, but they had still enjoyed the twins company. The four stayed up most of the night, catching up on lost time.
“One of you must do this.” Their fathers voice brought his sons sharply back to reality. Apparently it had been decided that the Ring was to be destroyed. Boromir immediately objected.
“One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its Black Gates are guarded by more than Orcs. And the Great Eye is ever watchful. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.”
Belegnaur sprang to his feet, “Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!”
“And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it, eh?” A dwarf had sprung to his feet. “I would die before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!” Every elf of Mirkwood sprang to their feet. “Never trust an Elf!”
A huge argument began, involving everyone in the Council. After several minutes of this, Frodo sprang to his feet,
“I will take it! I will take!” Everything quieted down as the gathered beings turned to the hobbit. “I will take it, though I do not know the way.”
“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear.” Gandalf was impressed with the courage of the young hobbit and swore to protect him. Elladan made his decision then and there.
“If by my life or death I can protect you I will. You have my allegiance.” Elrohir began to get up, surprised, but Elladan motioned him back. The younger twin complied, looking hurt.
“And you have my bow.” Belegnaur got to his feet and walked over to join the group. Calanar sat in his chair, stunned and slightly angry.
“And my axe.” Belegnaur made a face as the dwarf, Gimli, joined the group of fighters. At that moment another hobbit came running.
“Hey! Mr. Frodo’s not going anywhere without me.” It was Sam, another hobbit who had arrived with Frodo.
“Indeed it hardly seems possible to separate you two, even he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.” Elrond said with a small smile.
“Hey we’re coming too!” Two more halflings came running up to the group. “You’ll have to tie us up in a sack to stop us,” one said. Elrohir thought it was Merry. “Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission… quest... thing.” Elrohir chuckled. Pippin was not one to talk. Elrond looked at the collage of people before him.
“Very well,” he said, “You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.”
“Right,” Pippin said excitedly. Licking his lips, he asked, “Where are we going?”
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A.N there will be one more part to the epilog and that’ll be it. so long! please r&r!
Eplioge Part Two
Elladan and Belegnaur sat around the feeble fire that the Fellowship had created on Caradharas. While the rest of the group was struggling to keep warm, they were lost in memory, totally oblivious to the cold. Both were thinking of their departure from Rivendell. It hadn’t been a pleasant one in any sense of the word.
**Flashback**
“How could you?!?” Elrohir screamed angrily as his twin continued packing, “How could you agree to go and leave me behind?”
“Elrohir,” Elladan said soothingly, reaching for his brother, but Elrohir pushed him away.
“Don’t you dare try and calm me.” he said in a dangerously soft voice. The older twin was in shock. That tone had never been used on him before.
“I was trying to protect you.” Elladan said helplessly.
“Protect me!?!” Elrohir hissed, “You deliberately denied me my rightful place by your side. Estel died trying to find the Ring and destroy it. I have as much reason to go on this journey as you.” Elrohir turned and walked toward the exit, stopping in the doorway. “Should you return, do not expect a warm welcome.”
“With that he left, leaving the elder twin stunned into silence.
~*In another part of Elrond’s palace*~
“Calanar, please, be reasonable!” Belegnaur said frantically, trying to calm his furious younger brother.
“Reasonable? REASONABLE?!? How DARE you keep me from going? I deserve as much a chance to avenge Legolas as you do. He was my brother as well.” Calanar was anything but calm. He was raging with a fury that needed to get out. “Father will be furious when he learns what has happened. He will ask why I didn’t go with you. And do you expect me to protect you? Think again, dear brother. IF you return, which I doubt highly, he will make you wish you had never been born!”
He turned to leave, but Belegnaur caught his arm, “Calanar, only one of us can go. I cannot lose both my younger brothers and Greenwood cannot lose all her princes!”
If he thought this would calm his sibling, he was sorely mistaken. Calanar looked at him with the coldest eyes the Crown Prince had ever seen.
“Should you return, do not expect to be welcomed with open arms.” With that said, the younger prince turned on his heel, not knowing how much he sounded like Elrohir.
Belegnaur stood, frozen in his wake.
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“The Ringbearer sets out on a quest for Mount Doom. Those who travel with him, no oath nor bound is laid upon you to go further than you will. May the blessings of Elves, Men, and Freefolk go with you.”
The Fellowship bowed before Elrond as the elf lord finished speaking. As the rest of the company walked out of Rivendell’s gates, Elladan and Belegnaur turned back to the gathered elves. Elrond was standing by Arwen, who cradled the six-month old Eldarion in her arms. The two of them nodded to the princes and smiled sadly at them. The two departing elves then turned their attention to their younger siblings. Elrohir and Calanar seemed to have traded in the ice chips they’d had for eyes yesterday for great pools of emotion. In them, they could find fear, hurt, and regret. Seeing this, the older two elves smiled softly. Elladan raised his hand and mouthed ‘We’ll be back.’ His brother could only nod.
Then, their resolution firm, Cyro and Elladan turned away and followed after the others, not looking back.
**End Flashback**
Quietly Frodo walked over. Both elves noticed him, yet only Belegnaur acknowledged his presence. He had seen the hobbit talk to Gandalf and then begin to make his way towards them, but had ignored him till now. The Ringbearer looked at them nervously, then said in a small voice, “If it is not too bold to ask, will you come join us by the fire?” The elves had neither spoke nor been spoken to the entire trip so far, offering their help silently when needed. Belegnaur gave a small smile.
“Thank you Master Hobbit, but we do not need the heat. We prefer to have our memories.”
“Are the memories what make you sad?” Pippin asked suddenly. Elladan brought his head up sharply, then glanced at Gandalf. The old Istari looked at him for a moment, then nodded as if to say ‘It is time.’ The warrior elf sighed.
“Would you like to hear a story, young ones?” he asked the hobbits, who responded eagerly. “Belegnaur, you can help me on this, there are parts that are hazy to me.” Belegnaur paused, uncertain, then he smiled and nodded. Elladan smiled back.
“Well you see, it begins like this: a year or two ago, there were two friends, an elf and a man. Their names were Aragorn and Legolas. Now these two had met on a hunting trip, when...”
And so the story was told, and the memory of the deceased friends’ sacrifice lived on. If you listen hard enough, you can still hear their voices on the wind, calling to each other.
.:FIN:.
Saying Goodbye
Arwen was in shock. Estel, her hope, her light, her love… was dead. Never coming back. This was almost more that she could handle. Her best friend and her lover killed because of one small skirmish. Why? Why did this have to happen? She sighed.
Almost all of Rivendell was in the same condition as she. Estel was loved dearly among Rivendell’s inhabitants and Legolas was just as treasured in all the elven realms. ‘He is a very well traveled elf’ the Evenstar quipped, then sadly corrected herself: ‘He was a very well traveled elf.’ It grieved her to admit that Legolas wasn’t coming back, not just because it brought to mind memories of her friend, but also because many of the travels he took were in the company of Aragorn. Now her only reminder of him would be the figure marking his grave. ‘And Eldarion.’ she mentally chided herself that was what the future king had wanted to call his child, if it was a boy. And he would have two middle names: Estel, after his father, and Legolas, as was Estel’s dying wish. ‘Eldarion Estel Legolas.’ Arwen thought to herself and smiled, ‘It has a ring to it.’
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Meanwhile, Elladan, Elrohir, Cyro, and Remnul were getting the bodies ready for burial. It was a task none of them relished, for all of them loved their brothers and hated seeing them like this. So lifeless and cold. Nothing like they once were. At length, Cyro spoke up,
“Rem, what will happen to us now?” Remnul looked up in surprise.
“What do you mean Cy? We’ll go on like we always have, except without the joy and laughter.”
“I agree all too well Rem.” Elrohir said. Elladan nodded wordlessly. The older elves were great friends, but their brothers were their angels. Not even the friendships that existed between the four of them were enough to fill the gaping hole. It wasn’t that they were slighting each other or over reacting. It was just true. They all knew it yet no one said anything. Without a word, they got back to work.
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“Is there a place that they both loved outside of our realms where they could be put to rest together?” Elrond questioned. The two rulers were trying to arrange burial plans. Neithers heart was really in it. The shock and grief were still too near. But the task had to be done.
“I believe so.” Thranduil answered, “I’ve heard him talk to Cyro and Remnul about a days ride from here. It was by a stream, under an oak tree, and they usually camped there on the way back and forth between realms.”
“I remember listening to Estel describe a place like that to Elladan and Elrohir. They could probably find it, for I think they’ve been there before.” Thranduil gave a sad smile.
“It’s just like they would have wanted. Out in the wild, under a tree.” Elrond smiled back.
“Yes my friend. It is indeed.”
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The funeral was a grand one. All of Rivendell and Mirkwood turned up, along with Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien. Gandalf was also seen among the people coming to pay their respects, but he stayed toward the back. When Elrond approached him before the service started, the Istari said,
“I do not want words of comfort Lord Elrond. My mind knows that this is not my fault. It just has to work on convincing my heart.” Elrond just looked at his old friend. Just then, the ceremony started. Arwen read a eulogy she had composed. It went like this:
“Estel and Legolas were two of the best people I had the pleasure of meeting. They were alive, fun, and adventurous. But believe it or not, they were not always that way. Estel used to be shy, and closed off to the world. Even to his family, it was rare to hear more that five words at a time from him. And Legolas… Legolas was even worse. He was a cutter when I met him one thousand years ago. At that time he was one thousand five hundred, and I was two thousand years of age.
Soon after I came back to Rivendell from Lothlorien, I met Estel when he was merely a boy of 25. Soon after I met him, he went on a hunting trip. Now Estel did not make friends easily, so you can imagine our shock when he came home, accompanied by none other than Legolas himself. The change you could see in Estel was amazing. His face held life, and he had suddenly gained the ability to talk a mile a minute.”
At this point several people gave soft chuckles. It was true, Estel was a famous motor mouth.
“Shortly after this change came over him, the three of us became close friends. Estel and I even became lovers. They two of them went on so many adventures together. But even when they were apart, you could still see that the newly found life in them was not going away. Legolas stopped cutting himself for the feeling. And Estel and I became closer than ever. We loved and trusted each other, which was why our relationship was so precious. But everyone who saw them together knew that nothing could ever take the place in their hearts meant for each other.” Arwen paused and the guests began to clap appreciatively, thinking that the eulogy was over. But then the Evenstar added, almost as an afterthought:
“Being together is what made them happy. And if they’re happy then I am happy. I find no reason to grieve, knowing they are at peace.”
This time, the clapping was not instantaneous. The elves were taken aback by what she said. But then, understanding started to come on to the faces, her family and Legolas’ family first. They began clapping and soon, everyone joined in. Even Gandalf seemed to have reached a peace within himself. Arwen smiled up at the sky. ‘Well, I’ve done it Estel. I will hold you in my heart forever, but I will let you depart to the Halls in peace.’ She closed her eyes. ‘Go with my love.’
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Legolas looked down as they lowered the body of him and his friend into the ground. A smile came to his face as he turned to the human next to him.
“Well Estel, it seems as though we do not have to worry about them. They will survive.” Aragorn smiled back.
“Yes my friend. I believe that they have finally found peace in themselves. What Arwen said touched even Gandalf. As they watched the dirt covering the holes in the ground, a wind rustled their hair. Both smiled.
“It seems that our time here is through.” Legolas remarked.
“Yes.” Aragorn sighed. Taking one look a their loved ones on the ground, the “brothers” turned their backs on the living, and walked side by side for about two meters in the sky, before fading away into the mist.
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A/N: hey don’t worry, this is not the end. There will be one more chapter (well more like an epilog).
Epiloge Part One
the epilog will be done in two parts, okiday? now let’s continue!
It had been a twelve months since the funeral. Twelve tortuous months. Slowly, each family had learned how to live without their youngest addition, but neither had really gotten over it. The memory was still there, haunting once peaceful dreams. But life went on. Gandalf had finally caught Gollum, after searching for him with newfound vigor after the funeral. It seemed that he was doing it in memory of his friends. But all his work had been in vain. When Remnul and Cyro had taken Gollum from Gandalf, Orcs attacked the guards watching the creature, setting him free. But it didn’t really matter. The Ring had been found. A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, had had the Ring the whole time. He had now passed it on to his nephew, Frodo Baggins. Gandalf had discovered this when he had gone to celebrate his old friends birthday. Frodo was currently on the way to Rivendell, to be present for the council Elrond had called to decide what to do with the Ring.
It would decide the fate of the world.
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“Calanar!!! Calanar where are you?!” Belgnaur called, searching for his younger brother in the forest of Greenwood. They were about to leave for Elrond’s Council and they needed to hurry. The crown prince growled in frustration. “Calanar, you lousy son of an Orc, get out here! We need to go!” Belegnaur had turned to go back to the palace to search there again when he heard a soft sobbing. Turning, he caught sight of his brother in the tree above him. Puzzled, he climbed up toward him.
“Calanar?” he said quietly. Calanar’s head shot up. “My brother, why do you weep?”
“Legolas.” the younger elf answered in a choked voice. Belegnaur paled slightly. He had tried not to think of his brother since he had gotten the summons to go to Rivendell. It was still painful to visit the place where the star of their family had died. “I do not think I can stand to go back to Rivendell. It holds too much memory of him.” Calanar continued.
“What do you think Legolas would say if he could see you now?” the older elf questioned. Calanar gave a watery smile.
“He’d probably say that we were being ridiculous. He always had more faith in our strength then we did.”
“Exactly! Now we should finally give him a reason to be proud of us.”
“You know him. He’d be proud of us no matter what we do.”
“We need to learn to let our grief go. We should continue what he planned to do. Destroy the Ring.” There was such conviction in Belegnaur’s voice that Calanar was filled with hope for the future for the first time in many months. He nodded. Belegnaur grinned, embracing his younger sibling. They stayed that way for a while. Finally breaking contact, the two princes made their way to the horses and then started on the two-day trip to Rivendell.
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“Travelers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been called he to discuss the threat of Mordor. The One Ring has been found.” Elrond’s voice sliced through the still air. His twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, scanned over the gathered figures. Men from Gondor, Dwarves, and Belegnaur and Calanar leading the elves from Mirkwood. The twins thought back to the reunion the four had had yesterday. It had been a bittersweet time, for it was obvious that Mirkwood’s princes were saddened by the memories there were here, but they had still enjoyed the twins company. The four stayed up most of the night, catching up on lost time.
“One of you must do this.” Their fathers voice brought his sons sharply back to reality. Apparently it had been decided that the Ring was to be destroyed. Boromir immediately objected.
“One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its Black Gates are guarded by more than Orcs. And the Great Eye is ever watchful. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.”
Belegnaur sprang to his feet, “Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!”
“And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it, eh?” A dwarf had sprung to his feet. “I would die before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!” Every elf of Mirkwood sprang to their feet. “Never trust an Elf!”
A huge argument began, involving everyone in the Council. After several minutes of this, Frodo sprang to his feet,
“I will take it! I will take!” Everything quieted down as the gathered beings turned to the hobbit. “I will take it, though I do not know the way.”
“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear.” Gandalf was impressed with the courage of the young hobbit and swore to protect him. Elladan made his decision then and there.
“If by my life or death I can protect you I will. You have my allegiance.” Elrohir began to get up, surprised, but Elladan motioned him back. The younger twin complied, looking hurt.
“And you have my bow.” Belegnaur got to his feet and walked over to join the group. Calanar sat in his chair, stunned and slightly angry.
“And my axe.” Belegnaur made a face as the dwarf, Gimli, joined the group of fighters. At that moment another hobbit came running.
“Hey! Mr. Frodo’s not going anywhere without me.” It was Sam, another hobbit who had arrived with Frodo.
“Indeed it hardly seems possible to separate you two, even he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.” Elrond said with a small smile.
“Hey we’re coming too!” Two more halflings came running up to the group. “You’ll have to tie us up in a sack to stop us,” one said. Elrohir thought it was Merry. “Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission… quest... thing.” Elrohir chuckled. Pippin was not one to talk. Elrond looked at the collage of people before him.
“Very well,” he said, “You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.”
“Right,” Pippin said excitedly. Licking his lips, he asked, “Where are we going?”
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A.N there will be one more part to the epilog and that’ll be it. so long! please r&r!
Eplioge Part Two
Elladan and Belegnaur sat around the feeble fire that the Fellowship had created on Caradharas. While the rest of the group was struggling to keep warm, they were lost in memory, totally oblivious to the cold. Both were thinking of their departure from Rivendell. It hadn’t been a pleasant one in any sense of the word.
**Flashback**
“How could you?!?” Elrohir screamed angrily as his twin continued packing, “How could you agree to go and leave me behind?”
“Elrohir,” Elladan said soothingly, reaching for his brother, but Elrohir pushed him away.
“Don’t you dare try and calm me.” he said in a dangerously soft voice. The older twin was in shock. That tone had never been used on him before.
“I was trying to protect you.” Elladan said helplessly.
“Protect me!?!” Elrohir hissed, “You deliberately denied me my rightful place by your side. Estel died trying to find the Ring and destroy it. I have as much reason to go on this journey as you.” Elrohir turned and walked toward the exit, stopping in the doorway. “Should you return, do not expect a warm welcome.”
“With that he left, leaving the elder twin stunned into silence.
~*In another part of Elrond’s palace*~
“Calanar, please, be reasonable!” Belegnaur said frantically, trying to calm his furious younger brother.
“Reasonable? REASONABLE?!? How DARE you keep me from going? I deserve as much a chance to avenge Legolas as you do. He was my brother as well.” Calanar was anything but calm. He was raging with a fury that needed to get out. “Father will be furious when he learns what has happened. He will ask why I didn’t go with you. And do you expect me to protect you? Think again, dear brother. IF you return, which I doubt highly, he will make you wish you had never been born!”
He turned to leave, but Belegnaur caught his arm, “Calanar, only one of us can go. I cannot lose both my younger brothers and Greenwood cannot lose all her princes!”
If he thought this would calm his sibling, he was sorely mistaken. Calanar looked at him with the coldest eyes the Crown Prince had ever seen.
“Should you return, do not expect to be welcomed with open arms.” With that said, the younger prince turned on his heel, not knowing how much he sounded like Elrohir.
Belegnaur stood, frozen in his wake.
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“The Ringbearer sets out on a quest for Mount Doom. Those who travel with him, no oath nor bound is laid upon you to go further than you will. May the blessings of Elves, Men, and Freefolk go with you.”
The Fellowship bowed before Elrond as the elf lord finished speaking. As the rest of the company walked out of Rivendell’s gates, Elladan and Belegnaur turned back to the gathered elves. Elrond was standing by Arwen, who cradled the six-month old Eldarion in her arms. The two of them nodded to the princes and smiled sadly at them. The two departing elves then turned their attention to their younger siblings. Elrohir and Calanar seemed to have traded in the ice chips they’d had for eyes yesterday for great pools of emotion. In them, they could find fear, hurt, and regret. Seeing this, the older two elves smiled softly. Elladan raised his hand and mouthed ‘We’ll be back.’ His brother could only nod.
Then, their resolution firm, Cyro and Elladan turned away and followed after the others, not looking back.
**End Flashback**
Quietly Frodo walked over. Both elves noticed him, yet only Belegnaur acknowledged his presence. He had seen the hobbit talk to Gandalf and then begin to make his way towards them, but had ignored him till now. The Ringbearer looked at them nervously, then said in a small voice, “If it is not too bold to ask, will you come join us by the fire?” The elves had neither spoke nor been spoken to the entire trip so far, offering their help silently when needed. Belegnaur gave a small smile.
“Thank you Master Hobbit, but we do not need the heat. We prefer to have our memories.”
“Are the memories what make you sad?” Pippin asked suddenly. Elladan brought his head up sharply, then glanced at Gandalf. The old Istari looked at him for a moment, then nodded as if to say ‘It is time.’ The warrior elf sighed.
“Would you like to hear a story, young ones?” he asked the hobbits, who responded eagerly. “Belegnaur, you can help me on this, there are parts that are hazy to me.” Belegnaur paused, uncertain, then he smiled and nodded. Elladan smiled back.
“Well you see, it begins like this: a year or two ago, there were two friends, an elf and a man. Their names were Aragorn and Legolas. Now these two had met on a hunting trip, when...”
And so the story was told, and the memory of the deceased friends’ sacrifice lived on. If you listen hard enough, you can still hear their voices on the wind, calling to each other.
.:FIN:.
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