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Fiction: Farewell

Fiction: Farewell
Author: S> Wynter
Fandom: The Hobbit
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings in any way, shape or form and I am not making money off this story. Please do not sue me, sue the plot bunnies (for which my journal is named) they have much more money than I do and they are imaginary.
Pairing: Gloin/Thrandruil
Warning: I edited it, but that and a buck and get you something from McDonald's Dollar Menu.
Summary: Thrandruil is crossing the sea and Gloin goes to see him off…



Gloin did not want to accompany his son on the journey, he did not see the point of traveling with the procession to the seaside to bid Thrandruil farewell, they had said their farewells in private not long after the Elf King made his decision to go. It was one of their less pleasant meetings. Gloin understood why he had to go, it was an undeniable calling that all elves would or already had gotten. Legolas would give in to the call eventually as well, which he knew Gimli did not want to think about. He was still angry, at himself, at Thrandruil, at the universe… just angry. For once he had found peace and contentment and it would all be ripped away from him; they were in love… or at least Gloin was.
Not that it mattered anyway, Thrandruil would be gone from his life in a matter of hours. Elves were not the only race that could die of a broken heart, they just thought that they were. Stupid elves! “Father?”
“Yes,” Gloin said.
“Are you all right?”
“Just lost in memories,” Gloin said, “that happens a lot when you get old. Everything seems to be a reflection on something else.”
“The festivities are about to begin, Thrandruil has requested our presence.”
“I do not understand why,” Gloin said.
“We are technically family.”
Gloin nodded, “So I technically have to go. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Gimli nodded and closed the tent flap behind him. Gloin stood up and went over to his chest to take out his set of combs and found the entire contents missing. Gloin stared at the empty chest for a few heartbeats, totally dumbfounded. He had not left the chest but for a few moments and it did not have anything of real value in it just clothes, unscented soap and his set of wooden combs. Who would want to take those things? The tent flap opened again, Gloin did not look up, he continued to stare at the empty chest, “Gimli, I am afraid I have a problem…”
“Your things are in good hands.”
Gloin looked up to see Thrandruil standing in the doorway, “What is the meaning of…”
“Calm down, Gloin, no insult is intended, I just made an executive decision is all.”
“And your executive decisions tend to get me into trouble.”
“I do not know what you mean.”
“The wine cellar in Rivendale ringing any bells?”
“Oh that… it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Your executive ideas always do, or so you say.”
“Yes, well this one will not cause you any trouble.”
“Oh?”
“Legolas and I had a discussion about the future and decided that it was only fair that, after your sacrifice and hard work, should reap the rewards.”
“I know you spoke in common, but hell if I understood what you said.”
“You are coming with me.”
“Coming with you?”
“Yes.”
“With you with you? Like across the sea.”
“That is exactly what I mean.”
“Have you gotten permission for this? I thought only elves could…”
“There are others favored by elves that have been permitted to go, no one would dare argue your place after everything that has happened these past few years.”
Gloin blinked twice, still unsure if this was a good idea, he wanted to go and spend eternity with him, but what if he was wrong. If he wasn’t allowed in, what would happen then…
“When it is Legolas’ time to go, he will bring Gimli with him so you will only be without your son for a short time. It has all been arranged. Your items are waiting for you on the ship and we are ready to depart when you are.”
“Does Gimli know about this?”
“Legolas is informing him now, and he will fully understand that you were given no time to say ‘goodbye’.”
“But the festivities…”
“A rouse for getting you here,” Thrandruil said, “I knew if I was honest about my intentions you would have found away to talk yourself out of it and that I could not have allowed. We are one, you and I, and I will always need you by my side.”
Gloin nodded and smiled slightly, “And I you, Tyrant.”
“Then that is settled, shall we be off? Everyone is at the feast and I thought it would be best to have a quiet departure; neither of us are much for fanfare.”

Comments

jade_frostheim
Feb. 11th, 2010 02:03 am (UTC)
Could be scarier could have been Alve in there
morganofthesea
Feb. 11th, 2010 02:07 am (UTC)
.... my head hurts.
jade_frostheim
Feb. 11th, 2010 06:12 am (UTC)
See Told you it could be worse *evil grin*
morganofthesea
Feb. 11th, 2010 11:42 am (UTC)
Ash: But that sounds like a challenge to me.

SOMEONE SHUT HER UP!
jade_frostheim
Feb. 11th, 2010 05:33 pm (UTC)
No offense Ash but I would not wish the challenge of channeling Alve into any character on even my most hated authors, that'd just be torture in the worst way possible... It's bad enough channeling him into himself