📖 Chapter 22 🇬🇧 – Jealous Hearts, Stolen Glances
The Adolescent LegolasYears passed, and the child grew into a youth. By the age of thirteen to sixteen, Legolas was no longer just a boy of innocent charm, but already showed the beauty and grace of Elven youth.Yet what changed most was his heart. He no longer looked at Talion with mere affection, but with something else-something he could not yet fully name.—Jealous GlancesLegolas often watched when others spoke with Talion-whether maidens of the court or young warriors. His eyes darkened, his lips pressed tight.Legolas (muttering to himself): „Why does she sit beside him? He is my Talion…”And so, as if by chance, he would always slip between them, settling in the nearest seat right by Talion’s side.—Stolen ClosenessWhenever he could, he sat next to Talion. During training he placed his weapons by him, at feasts he claimed the seat at his side. And when chance allowed, he would lay his head upon Talion’s lap, falling asleep as though still a child.Talion (smiling, stroking his hair): „You always seem to know just where to rest, little one.”Legolas (softly, almost teasingly): „I only feel right where you are.”—Flirt and PlayLegolas grew bolder. Sometimes he leaned far too close when they spoke, or let his eyes linger on Talion’s face longer than was proper.One evening, as they sat by the fire, he whispered:- „You know, my dear… if you weren’t here, I couldn’t laugh at all. And I want you to look only at me.”Talion smiled, yet said nothing. He knew the boy was becoming a young man-and in his heart, emotions were awakening that would one day bring greater storms.—Thus began the tale of adolescent Legolas:with jealous glances,playful flirtation,and the constant need to be at Talion’s side-by day, and by night alike.The Confession (at 16)When Legolas reached sixteen, he no longer hid behind glances or playful words. His face bore the first grace of manhood, his eyes burned with fire, and in his heart the flame was no longer that of childish affection, but of love.One night, beneath the starlight in the palace gardens, he turned suddenly to Talion. His eyes were clear, his voice steady—no longer shy, but proud.Legolas: “Talion… my dear… I love you. Not as I loved you as a child, but as a man, with all my heart. I long for you—with my soul, and with my body.”Talion’s gaze clouded with both pain and joy, but his voice was gentle:Talion: “Legolas… your heart is pure, and your words are true. And I love you too. But the time has not yet come.”Legolas (proudly, without tears, with dignity): “Then I will wait. I will wait as long as I must, because I know I belong to you. And one day, it will be fulfilled.”Talion drew him into his arms, holding him tightly.– “Until then, little one, I will be your shield, your light, and your refuge.”And beneath the stars that night, the boy became a man—for he was not afraid to confess the fire of his heart.
📖 Chapter 23 🇬🇧 – The First Kiss
Legolas Come of AgeBy the time he reached seventeen, then eighteen, Legolas was no longer a child. He was the young prince of Greenwood-golden-haired, bright-eyed, and filled with longing.And all his longing turned toward Talion.—The Allure of the BodyMore than once, Legolas caught himself staring at Talion. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, his arms strong, his chest dark with hair, his form radiating both power and wild grace.Legolas thought to himself: „He is the strength of the stars and the earth. There is none like him in all the world.”At times, when Talion shed his tunic during training, Legolas’s eyes burned with unspoken desire.—The First KissOne summer evening, as they walked through the palace gardens, Legolas suddenly stopped. His heart thundered in his chest, yet he could no longer hold back.Legolas: „I can’t bear to only watch from afar. My heart and my body are both drawn to you, Talion.”And before the man could answer, Legolas leaned forward and pressed his lips to his.Talion’s eyes widened in shock, but he did not push him away. He felt the fire of the young prince’s kiss, and in his heart he knew: the moment long foreseen had at last arrived.—The AnswerWhen their lips parted, Talion sighed deeply and spoke:- „Legolas… now you are a man. And for the first time I see clearly-the child I once held has become the one who now claims my heart.”Legolas (proudly, trembling): „And I will have it. I will wait no longer. My life is yours, Talion.”Talion drew him into his arms, and beneath the stars he embraced him at last-not only as protector, but as partner.—That was the moment everything changed:the boy became a man,the hidden longing became a fulfilled kiss,the bond became love.And from then on, nothing could stand between them.The First NightWhen the kiss ended, the tension could no longer wait. Legolas’s eyes burned, his hands trembled, yet his voice rang clear:Legolas: „I will wait no longer, Talion. From this moment, you are not only my heart-you are my body too.”In Talion’s gaze flickered both starlight and torment. He knew the boy’s words were true, and that he had indeed become a man. Slowly he placed his hand upon Legolas’s cheek, then kissed him again-longer, deeper, more passionately.In the silence of the garden, their embrace did not end with a kiss. Talion lifted the youth into his arms and carried him to his chamber.—The Meeting of BodiesThere, beneath the roots of the forest palace, they cast aside every barrier. Talion’s tunic fell to the floor, revealing his brutal, powerful body-broad shoulders, a chest thick with hair, muscles taut with strength.Legolas (whispering, eyes filled with desire): „You are like the storm… and you are mine.”Talion smiled, then laid him gently upon the bed, his hands moving across Legolas’s body until all walls between them were gone.—The UnionDesire burned like fire, yet was tender as starlight. Talion entered Legolas, slowly, carefully, as though each movement were a vow-that he would never harm, only uplift him.Legolas’s moans filled the chamber, his arms clinging tightly around Talion’s neck.Legolas: ” Áhhmm 🫦Talion… now I know I belong to you… forever.”Talion (whispering as he moved within him): „And I to you, little one. Always.”—FulfillmentThe night was long, filled with sighs, kisses, and fierce embraces. At last they lay side by side, Legolas’s head resting upon Talion’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.Legolas (smiling, half-asleep): „Now I will never let you go.”Talion: „Nor must you, my cat. For now we are one.”And so, beneath the stars, the boy became a man, the bond became love, and the longing became eternal union.
📖 Chapter 24 🇬🇧 – A Morning as Husband and Husband
The palace of Greenwood lay in silence. Dawn’s first light pierced the high canopy of trees, pouring golden rays through the tall windows of the royal chamber.In the great bed, amidst white sheets, two figures lay entwined:Legolas, prince of Greenwood, and beside him Ærrons Velethryion, the greatest legend of Arda.—Morning AwakeningLegolas stirred, still drowsy, his golden hair falling across his face as he stretched. Lazily he curled into Ærr’s chest, letting out a soft mewl like a little cat, wrapping his legs around his husband’s body.Legolas (sleepy, whining softly): „Mmm… daddy… hold me… it’s cold without you…”Ærr (smiling, in his deep voice): „Little cat… you’re always cold in the mornings. Come here, let me warm you.”His broad arms closed around him, pulling the young Elf tight against his thick, furred chest. Legolas purred contentedly, planting playful kisses along Ærr’s neck.—Loving BanterLegolas (half-playful, half-sulky): „Sometimes I think you only stay with me because you’re a good blanket.”Ærr (chuckling, kissing his forehead): „And you? You’re my sweetest burden, and my loveliest dream.”Legolas laughed, burying his face against him, then whined in a boyish tone:- „Don’t go anywhere today. Stay with me, all day long.”Ærr: „If you ask it, my little cat, the whole world can wait.”—The BondAs the sunlight filled the chamber, they remained in each other’s arms as though time itself had stopped. To the world, he was a prince and a legend-but here, in their bed, they were simply two husbands, bound in love.Legolas lifted his head, gazing into his husband’s eyes:- „I love you, Ærr. You are the greatest gift Arda ever gave me.”And Ærr’s ancient gaze shone with light as he pulled him closer:- „And I love you, my cat. You are the only true home I have in this world.”—Thus began another day in Greenwood-not with war, nor glory, but with love. To others they were legend; to each other, simply husband and husband, unable to let go of one another.A Scene from the MorningLegolas (whining softly, arms wrapped around him): “Ærr… don’t go… crawl back to me, daddy…”Ærr (smiling, but serious): “Little cat, I must. I need to speak a few words with Thranduil… Dol Guldur flickers too close to our borders.”Legolas (with a playful sparkle in his eyes): “Then we’ll go out with a company on patrol too… the spiders are spreading far too much.”Ærr bent down and kissed Legolas’s thigh. The prince smiled, brushing his husband’s hair with his hand. Ærr answered with another kiss, this time upon Legolas’s perfect white stomach.Legolas (laughing, purring): “😊😊 Daddy…”Ærr slowly rose, touched Legolas’s face one last time, and as he turned to leave, his deep voice lingered in the chamber:– “Tonight, be naked in our bed… 😏”Legolas’s cheeks flushed, but his smile gave him away. He knew the night would burn with more than starlight.—
📖 Chapter 25 🇬🇧 – Shadows and Jealousy
The First Signs of Dol GuldurThe folk of Greenwood grew uneasy. Deep within the forest, spiders wove their nests, and a dark whisper stirred among the trees. From the east came word: Dol Guldur was stirring.Thranduil held counsel in his halls, with Legolas at his side as the promise of his people. And when the patrols were set, Ærrons and Legolas rode together into the woods.—Patrol in the ForestThrough the shadows they moved, sword and bow at the ready. Ærr walked before them, his mighty frame parting the undergrowth, while Legolas glided at his side, light as the wind.Legolas (whispering): “Too many webs… they’re creeping closer to the palace.”Ærr (grimly): “Dol Guldur stretches its hand. I won’t allow it to touch you, little cat—or your people.”A swarm of spiders fell upon them. The bows sang, steel flashed, and in moments the foes lay dead. Yet instead of turning back, they lingered deeper in the wood.—Passion Beneath the TreesIn the moon-dappled glade, Ærr pressed Legolas against a tree. His arms wrapped tight, his lips claimed the prince’s with hungry force.Legolas (breathless): “Here? In the heart of the forest…?”Ærr (low, smiling): “Everywhere you are is home to me, little cat. The roots and stars are our witnesses.”Legolas’s arms clung around his neck, yielding as Ærr’s brutal, powerful body pressed over him. The forest whispered, and the prince’s moans joined the song of the night until they both fell into passion’s fire.—The Jealous OutburstAfterwards, lying together at the tree’s roots, Legolas rested against Ærr’s chest. Yet his eyes grew darker with thought.Legolas (half sulky, half wounded): “I can’t stand it… everyone whispers you and Melian—that there was something between you…”Ærr (laughing softly, kissing his brow): “Little cat, Melian was my friend, my counselor, nothing more. Only the people’s gossip. My heart has always been yours.”Legolas (pouting, jealous): “Better so… because if there had been anything, I’d bite through your neck right now…”Ærr roared with laughter, pulling him close. Legolas clung to him, feigning a pout, yet soon he smiled again and climbed onto his husband’s lap.—Thus passed the night in Greenwood:the shadows of Dol Guldur crept nearer,the prince and the legend burned together beneath the trees,and love was mingled with jealousy—proof that their bond was not only of starlight, but of fire.
📖 Chapter 26 🇬🇧 – Morning Laziness in Greenwood
Dawn in the PalaceThe golden light of dawn pierced through the canopy of the great forest above the Woodland Realm. Birds chirped softly among the branches, but within the royal chambers there was only silence and the sound of gentle breathing.Upon the vast bed of white sheets lay Ærrons Velethryion, now in the form known from O.D.I.E.-long dark hair streaked with silver at the temples, his beard touched with gray, his chest thick with hair, and his frame still radiating brutal, irresistible power. He was a living legend, a sex-bomb of Arda.Curled against him lay Legolas, the prince of Greenwood, clad only in short white pajama trousers that had ridden up his thighs. Ærr, half-asleep, held him tightly-one hand resting on his smooth thigh, the other firmly cupping his little cat’s bottom.—The Morning WhineLegolas (softly, purring, yet with a hint of complaint): „Hmmm… father will scold me again if I don’t go to council on time… daddy…?”Ærr: „Zzz… zzz…”Legolas (pressing his face into Ærr’s chest, a bit louder): „Daddyyy???”Ærr stirred, voice deep and heavy with sleep, muttering with half-closed eyes:- „Then do whatever feels good…”Legolas smiled, planting a tiny kiss upon his husband’s bearded chin.Legolas (whispering playfully): „Then I’ll stay right here, in my cat’s place… and if father scolds me, you’ll protect me.”Ærr chuckled low in his chest, tightened his embrace, and drifted back toward that drowsy warmth where the world could not intrude.—Thus began another day in the heart of Greenwood-not with council, nor with patrols,but with a cat and his daddy, wrapped together in bed, while even the shadows of the world stayed beyond the chamber doors.
📖 Chapter 27 🇬🇧 – Two Lights in Shadow
Gandalf‘s Road to Dol GuldurDeep within the forest, where the branches interwove and light barely pierced the canopy, a lone figure walked in silence: Gandalf the Grey, Mithrandir. Staff in hand, cloak wrapped close, he made his way toward the ruins of Dol Guldur.He went in secret, for many of the Council had warned him against going alone. Yet Gandalf knew: the darkness festering here could not wait.—A Familiar ShadowAs the mists thickened around him, his heart grew heavy. The presence of evil was close, its breath clinging to the roots and stones.Then-footsteps behind him. Swiftly he turned, staff raised. But from the gloom did not step orc nor spider, but a tall figure streaked with silver hair and beard.Gandalf (sternly): „You?! What are you doing here, Talion?”Talion (calm, deep voice): „You. I will not let you walk into this darkness alone.”Gandalf narrowed his eyes, then lowered his staff slowly.Gandalf: „You must understand-if you stay, you will see things even you cannot forget.”Talion: „I saw darkness when Melkor’s breath slew the Trees of Valinor. Believe me, old friend, I know what awaits. And beside you, it will be easier to bear.”—Into the HeartTogether they stepped within the crumbling halls of Dol Guldur. The stones exhaled a foul miasma, the very earth seemed to groan. Shadows of wraiths glided along the walls, whispering, beckoning.Far away, in the Woodland palace, Legolas slept peacefully, never knowing where his husband walked. But Talion had no doubts-his duty now was to stand beside Gandalf.When they entered the throne hall, the air froze. Shadow gathered, and from the blackness a form began to take shape: the Necromancer.—The RevelationThe weight of presence almost crushed them. A voice rose like the sighs of a thousand dying souls:- „I am returned…”Gandalf (in shock, whispering): „Sauron…”Talion’s eyes narrowed, his ancient power shuddering within him:- „This is the same shadow I once saw in Melkor. Only now in a new guise, a new vessel. The world has no idea what comes…”—They stood before the dark, and though they did not clash with him, they had unmasked the truth. The world still believed only a „Necromancer” hid in these ruins-but Gandalf and Talion knew: the Dark Lord, Sauron, had returned.Returning to the LightWhen at last he parted from Gandalf, Talion turned north alone, through the heavy woods, until he reached Greenwood. The guards of the palace bowed with respect, yet he did not linger-he went straight to the one place he longed for.In the quiet of the royal chamber, Legolas lay upon the great bed. Dressed in white, his long hair loose upon his shoulders, he rested with a book half-open in his hands. One hand stroked his belly, where already the first child, Elarion, slept within-Eru’s gift.Talion entered silently, laying aside his weapons and cloak. Slowly he slid into the bed beside his husband.Ærr (with a deep sigh, weary yet soothed): „I am here, little cat.”He bent and pressed a gentle kiss upon Legolas’s belly, as if greeting their son already. Legolas smiled faintly, brushing hair from his face as he looked at him.Legolas (sleepily, purring): „I knew you would return to me… you always return…”Ærr wrapped his arms around him, encircling both Legolas and the unborn child. Closing his eyes, he found peace at last: after shadows and secrets, here was his true home-his beloved and the son within his heart’s light.—
📖 Appendix – How Can Legolas Bear Children?Why is it possible for Legolas to carry life?
1. Ærr’s Divine Heritage – the Creative SparkÆrr (Mithpälion, Talion) is half Ainur, half Quendi. In him dwells a spark of creation itself, granted by Eru. His seed is not merely mortal substance, but suffused with creative light-capable of planting life where nature alone could not.—
2. The Sacred Womb – the Luminous VeilLegolas does not possess a womb as mortal women do.When Eru permits conception, Ærr’s seed calls forth a luminous veil within Legolas’s body. This veil becomes a divine cradle, forming in his belly, where the child grows.👉 The child thus develops not in flesh, but in light, carried in a radiant cocoon beneath his heart.👉 At birth, no mortal delivery occurs. Instead, a gate of light opens in his abdomen, through which the child enters the world.—
3. The Biological Bond – Seed and NourishmentConception still requires the act of love: Ærr’s seed, united with Legolas’s body, begins the miracle.After birth, Legolas truly nourishes the children: milk flows from his muscular chest, through his nipples, allowing him to feed (csicsiztetni) them as any mother would. This too is Eru’s gift, so the bond of nurture is physical and real.—
- 4. The Ultimate Cause – Eru’s BlessingAll of this is possible only because:Ærr carries the divine spark of creation (half Vala, half Elf).Legolas alone is chosen to receive it, his pure heart and body blessed by Eru.👉 Therefore: Legolas’s pregnancy is not a natural wonder, but a sacred mystery.
- 📖 Chapter 28 🇬🇧 – The White Council
- The Gathering of the Wise A pale memory of Valinor’s light hung over the chamber where the Council assembled in Elrond’s house. Around the circle stood the mightiest of the age: Saruman (Curunír) – head of the Council, with cold eyes and the shadow of pride in his voice.Gandalf (Mithrandir) – in grey cloak, leaning on his staff, his face troubled.Galadriel – Lady of Lórien, whose gaze bore the glimmer of Eru’s light.Elrond – wise and steady-hearted, host of the gathering.And at the edge of the circle, half in shadow, stood Talion (Ærr). All felt his presence, though his voice was seldom given unless most needed.—Gandalf’s ReportGandalf stepped forward, his voice heavy:- „I entered Dol Guldur. What I found there is no mere shadow, no simple Necromancer. The Dark Lord, Sauron, has returned.”A murmur swept the circle. Elrond’s face grew pale, Galadriel’s eyes darkened. Only Saruman remained composed, a faint and arrogant smile touching his lips.Saruman: „Mithrandir, this is no more than your suspicion. Your fears are larger than the truth. Sauron’s power was broken long ago. What you saw is but a wraith, a shade clinging to the past.”Gandalf (with rising passion): „No! I felt him. This was the Dark Lord himself, clothed in form once more. And if we do not act now, all Arda will suffer again!”—Talion SpeaksThen Talion stepped forward. His voice rang deep, like the bells of ancient days:- „Curunír, you are wrong. What Gandalf saw, I saw as well. This is the same darkness that once flowed from Melkor’s soul. I was there when Ungoliant consumed the Trees. And now I feel it again: this is no phantom-it is Sauron himself.”The chamber fell silent. Galadriel bowed her head with respect, Elrond inclined deeply. Only Saruman’s eyes hardened-jealous that another voice, older and mightier, carried more weight than his own.—Decision DelayedThe Council argued long, but in the end it was Saruman’s word that prevailed: no immediate action against Dol Guldur. The rest consented reluctantly-but Gandalf and Talion knew the delay was perilous.At the close, Gandalf drew near to Talion.Gandalf (quietly): „Thank you for standing with me. I could not tell them openly, but it was you who confirmed I was not mistaken.”Talion (gravely): „It is my duty to remind them-the struggle of light and shadow never ends. And we cannot stand idle.”—Thus ended the Council: the wise of the world debated, yet did not act. Only two knew the truth-that the darkness was already moving: Gandalf and Talion, who had seen Sauron’s shadow with their own eyes.—After Shadows, At HomeThe Woodland Realm lay quiet. In the royal chamber, Legolas rested upon the great bed, one hand upon his belly where Eru’s gift, little Elarion, grew. His golden hair was loose, his eyes carrying both weariness and peace.Ærr entered, laying aside his cloak and weapons, and came straight to him. Sitting at his side, he placed a careful hand on his belly, concern written in his gaze.Ærr (deep voice, a little awkward): “Does your tummy hurt? Do you feel sick? Can you pee properly? And… well… poop? Does your back ache?”Legolas blinked wide-eyed at him, then burst into laughter, swatting playfully at his chest.Legolas (laughing): “Daddy! You worry about everything… yes, I can pee, I can poop, and my back is fine.”Ærr sighed, then gently caressed his belly, pressing a tender kiss upon it.Ærr: “I only want to be certain all is well—with you… and with the little one. I won’t allow anything to harm either of you.”Legolas’s eyes softened as he brushed a strand of hair from Ærr’s face. It was then he noticed—among the dark locks and beard—more and more threads of silver.Legolas (half-whining, half-shocked): “Oh no, daddy… you’ve gone grey!”Ærr smiled, shaking his head slightly.Ærr (calmly): “Yes, little cat. But every silver strand is here because I’ve lived these years with you.”Legolas’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly snuggled into his embrace, his voice both pouty and tender.Legolas: “I don’t want an old daddy… you must always stay my strong, sexy daddy!”Ærr chuckled, wrapping him tightly in his arms.Ærr: “Don’t worry, little cat. As long as you’re beside me, my heart will stay forever young.”Legolas tugged playfully at his beard, smirking through his pout.Legolas: “Alright… but every silver strand of yours is mine. All mine!”—
- 📖 Chapter 29 🇬🇧 – Present tense (H.K. 2935)
The Greenleaf VelethryionsThe Passing of YearsMany years had passed since Gandalf and Talion uncovered Sauron’s return in Dol Guldur. Darkness crept ever closer, yet in the heart of Greenwood, life and light had been born: the Greenleaf Velethryions, six children of Legolas and Ærr.Now it was the year 2935 of the Third Age, six years before the tale of The Hobbit. The halls of the Woodland Realm rang with children’s laughter: six voices, six souls-each unique, yet all born of the same love.—The Six Children👑 Elarion Greenleaf VelethryionAge: 4Hair: brown, short to medium lengthEyes: hazelFiery and commanding, the natural „leader” of the siblings.👑 Lioras Greenleaf Velethryion Age: 4Hair: long, golden-blond (like Legolas)Eyes: blue (like Legolas)Dreamy, sensitive, the „artist’s soul” among the children.👑 Sëlarion Greenleaf Velethryion Age: 4Hair: light brown with a silvery cast (mini-Thranduil look)Eyes: blue Graceful and a little stern, yet deeply gentle.👑 Fëlarion Greenleaf Velethryion Age: 3.5 (almost 4)Hair: black, short to medium (like Ærr)Eyes: dark brownFierce and playful, always imitating Ærr-his little „daddy’s boy.”👑 Lylerithion Greenleaf Velethryion Age: 3Hair: light-blond, longerEyes: blueDreamy and clingy, always sleeps beside Legolas. His cherished plush is 🦌 Bubuszarv, a silver-horned deer.👑 Gëlarion Greenleaf Velethryion Age: 3 (the youngest)Hair: red Eyes: light brownWise and dignified despite his age, yet tender. He is the counterbalance to Elarion: the eldest and the youngest leading together.—The FamilyIn the great courtyard of the Woodland palace, Legolas stood watching as the six children ran and played. Their hair and eyes bore the marks of both parents, yet each shone with their own color and soul.Ærr stood a little apart, arms folded, pride glowing in his eyes. He was a legend who had fought with gods-but now, looking upon his children, he knew: this was his true victory.Legolas turned to him, his face radiant:- „Look at them, daddy… six miracles, born of our love.”Ærr stepped to his side, wrapped him in a strong embrace, and his deep voice rumbled:- „This is our legacy, little cat. Not crowns, not wars. Them-the Greenleaf Velethryions.”—
📖 Chapter 30 🇬🇧 – The Orc Battle and the Children
The palace courtyard was calm. Ærr sat beside the fountain, reading an old book, while the children played nearby. Legolas, however, was preparing to leave on patrol: word had come that the Dwarves were fleeing down the river in barrels, and orcs were closing in.Legolas armed himself swiftly and set off toward the river.Yet Elarion and Sëlarion slipped after him in silence-they did not fully understand what was happening, only that if their mother ran into danger, they could not be left behind.—The AmbushAs the barrels thundered down the rushing waters, orcs attacked. Legolas’s arrows flew, each one finding its mark, his movements swift as lightning. Then his eyes caught something-two small figures darting along the riverbank.Legolas (alarmed, but steady): „Elarion! Sëlarion! What are you doing here?!”But there was no time to send them back-the orcs had already descended upon them, and Legolas was forced to fight while shielding his sons.One orc charged straight at the children, but Legolas threw himself in the way, blade flashing as the creature fell. He barked his order through clenched teeth:Legolas: „Stay behind me, now!”—Ærr’s Moment Back in the courtyard, Bolg stormed out of the shadows. With brute force he slammed Ærr aside, sending him crashing into the stone of the fountain. Ærr’s head struck hard, and for a brief five seconds, the world went dark for him.But Bolg himself staggered-the impact had cracked his shoulder. Though he had shoved Ærr, the immortal’s body was not like any mortal’s; the divine spark in his flesh rebounded the blow.Snarling, Bolg did not linger. His goal lay with the fight at the river, and he pressed on, leaving Ærr momentarily downed.—The Prince and His SonsAt the riverbank, Legolas fought like a storm. Arrow after arrow cut through the orcs, yet his gaze never left Elarion and Sëlarion. Every movement of his body was both strike and shield-not only the Prince of Greenwood, but a father protecting his children.When a blade swung dangerously close, Legolas hurled himself over them, his body covering theirs as steel clashed. The boys clung to him, trembling, yet their eyes shone-they saw in that moment that their mother was more than a prince. He was their hero.—VictoryThe Woodland Elves rallied and at last drove back the orcs. The barrels sped away with Thorin’s company, and Bilbo crept unseen after them.Ærr stirred, rising to his feet, wiping blood from his brow with a growl. His eyes found the riverbank-where Legolas knelt with his sons clutched close, sword still in hand, breath ragged.Ærr came to them, dropping to his knees and pulling all three into his arms.Ærr (deep, shaken): „Enough. Never again will you follow us into such danger.”Elarion (defiant, though his eyes watered): „But mama, we couldn’t leave you alone!”Sëlarion (whispering): „We were afraid you’d be hurt…”Legolas’s eyes filled with tears, though a smile trembled on his lips. He wrapped his arms around them both, then leaned his head against Ærr’s shoulder.Legolas: „They are Greenleafs, as I am. And already, they know what it means to fight for family.”Ærr’s sternness melted. With one sweep of his arms he held them all tightly. Darkness still gathered in the world, but here, beneath Greenwood’s trees, the light of family burned brighter.—In the great hall of Greenwood, the torchlight flickered softly. After the clash, silence lingered, broken only by the distant murmur of the forest.Thranduil sat upon his throne, regal though troubled, his gaze shadowed with thought. On his lap rested little Sëlarion, nestled close, tiny fingers clutching at the folds of his grandfather’s cloak.At the side, Legolas sat upon a carved chair, his golden hair flowing as he calmly braided the locks of young Lioras, who lay content in his lap. His hands moved steadily, though his eyes betrayed a quiet weariness.In the shadows, leaning against a pillar, stood Talion (Ærr). His arms were crossed, posture strong, but the weight of the day showed in his face-Bolg’s strike still echoed faintly in his bones.—The ConversationThranduil (grimly): „We captured the Dwarves, and now we have lost them… and orcs have spilled into my forest. This is unacceptable.”Legolas (calm but firm): „The Dwarves are weak, but they are not our true enemy. The real threat is the orcs, and the power that drives them.”Thranduil (turning his eyes to Ærr): „And you, Talion? What did you see?”Ærr stepped forward from the shadows, his deep voice resonant and heavy:- „The Dwarves do not bring the darkness upon us. The shadow creeps from Dol Guldur itself. Today it was Bolg. Tomorrow, it will be his master.”A hush fell. Thranduil’s face darkened further-but then Sëlarion’s small voice broke the silence.Sëlarion (softly, clinging tighter to his grandfather’s cloak): „Grandfather… I’m afraid of the orcs.”Thranduil’s sternness melted, his arm drawing the boy closer against his chest.Thranduil (gentler now): „Fear not, little star. While I rule, none shall harm our family.”Legolas tied the braid in Lioras’s hair and pressed a tender kiss to his son’s head. He glanced toward Ærr, sighing:Legolas: „I can only hope you are right, father… but today, I almost lost my sons.”Ærr moved closer, resting a strong hand on Legolas’s shoulder. His voice was quiet, yet unshakable:Ærr: „I will not allow it to happen again.”—
📖 Chapter 31 🇬🇧 – The Burden of Choice
On one of the palace balconies, the moonlight gently fell upon Legolas’s golden hair. Ærr stood beside him, while behind them, in the quiet of the chamber, the children slept side by side.Legolas stepped closer to his husband, determination and worry mingling in his gaze.Legolas (soft but firm):– My love… Tauriel and I are going to aid Oakenshield. My father does not look kindly upon it… but Mithrandir is with them, and so is the hobbit. We cannot let them perish.He turned to Ærr, pressing a hand to his chest, eyes filled with pleading and trust.– Until then… will you watch over the boys?Ærr drew a deep breath and nodded slowly. His eyes flashed darkly, but his voice was calm.Ærr:– They are my blood, my heart. No shadow will touch them while I stand. Go, kitten… do what you feel is right. I will guard our light here.Legolas smiled, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.Legolas:– I knew you would. I always come back to you… and to them.Ærr pulled him close one last time, holding him tightly in his arms.—Before Legolas could leave with Tauriel, movement stirred in the chamber. Little footsteps pattered, and Elarion rushed forward, his eyes glistening with tears.Elarion (frantic, desperate):– Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama!Legolas knelt before him, gently wrapping him in his arms.Legolas (softly):– My heart… I must go now, but I promise I will return to you. I always come back.Tauriel stepped closer, stroking the boy’s head with a calm but steady voice.Tauriel:– Your mother must help now, but she will return to you. Until then, your father will guard you — and there is none stronger than him.Elarion sniffled, nodding, clinging to Legolas as though never to let him go. Ærr, watching silently from the doorway, bore both pride and sorrow in his eyes.—When Legolas and Tauriel finally crossed the great gates of the palace, the guards escorted them into the depths of Mirkwood. Moonlight glimmered on their armor as they vanished among the trees.But at an upper window, small hands clung to the sill. Elarion had slipped away to watch. When he saw Legolas truly leaving with Tauriel, his eyes brimmed with tears.Elarion (crying, screaming desperately):– MAMAAA! MAMAAA! MAMAAA!The boy pounded the windowsill with tiny fists, sobbing so hard his shoulders shook. His siblings stirred at the noise, looking at him in confusion, but he only repeated again and again:– Don’t go! Mama! Don’t leave us!Ærr stormed up the stairs and swept the weeping child into his arms. Holding him firmly, he pressed his brow to the boy’s head, his deep voice rumbling low in comfort.Ærr:– Shhh… kitten, do you hear me? Your mother will come back. I swear, she will never abandon you.But Elarion only cried harder, clinging tightly around Ærr’s neck, until the other children slowly gathered around. The palace was filled with the sound of children’s sobs — the raw ache that only a mother’s absence can awaken.—Legolas turned once more at the doorway. He saw Elarion clinging desperately to Ærr’s neck, tears streaming down his face. His heart nearly broke, but Ærr raised one hand in a single motion, signaling him to go — for it would be worse if the boy saw him again.Ærr bent low, his deep voice murmuring gently into the boy’s ear:Ærr:– Your mother will return, do you hear? Now come… we’ll go and splash in the pool with your brothers for a while.Elarion wiped his eyes, still gazing toward the door.Elarion (whispering faintly):– …mama…Ærr held him tightly and carried him down the stairs, where his siblings were waiting. Slowly, the silence of the palace gave way to childish noises once more — but the traces of tears lingered, shining in Elarion’s eyes for a long time.—
📖 Chapter 32 🇬🇧 – The Homecoming
The gates of Greenwood opened at last. From the shadow of the forest a lone figure stepped forth-tired, yet unbowed. It was Legolas, the prince who had walked the long road with Thorin’s company, who had witnessed Thorin’s fall, and who had survived the Battle of the Five Armies.His steps were slow, his eyes heavy with grief-Fíli and Kíli were gone, Thorin too, and much of the world had changed. Yet as he crossed the threshold of the palace, a cry split the silence.Elarion (shouting with all his voice): „MAMAAA!”The boy flung himself into Legolas’s arms. One by one the others followed-Lioras, Sëlarion, Fëlarion, Lylerithion, and little Gëlarion-small feet pattering across the stone as they hurled themselves at him.Legolas dropped to his knees, arms wide, gathering them all close. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he laughed through his sobs.Legolas (weeping, smiling): „I came back… my darlings… I came back to you!”The children clung to him, kissing and holding him as though never to let go again. From the doorway Ærr watched, his golden-grey eyes shining with pride and tears. At last he stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms around them all.Ærr (low, steady): „It’s over, little cat. You’re home now.”And so, after the bloody shadows of war, the family was whole again-stronger than ever.—
🌙 Epilogue – Night in Greenwood Moonlight spilled into the chamber, silvering the high arches. Beyond the small stone arch that joined the rooms, the children lay asleep together, breathing softly in their shared nursery.In the great bed, Legolas lay naked upon Ærr’s chest, his body sprawled loosely, hair cascading over him. Ærr’s arms cradled him even in slumber-one hand gripping his thigh, the other cupping his perfect backside, as though to claim him even in dreams.Legolas (drowsily, purring): „Mmm… every day there are more grey hairs on you, daddy…”Ærr cracked one eye open, his deep laugh rumbling from his chest.Ærr: „You little elf… you’re the one wearing me down. You, and married life…”He gave Legolas’s ass a firm squeeze, smiling with tenderness even as sleep tugged at him.Ærr (murmuring as he drifted): „But this ass… worth it all… gods, that’s a good ass… 🥰🥰😴”Legolas giggled softly, curling closer against him. Within minutes they both drifted into peaceful sleep, the quiet rhythm of their children’s breathing behind the arch the lullaby of their night.