Never without you
Chapter 22: Devine intervention II
Pairing: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: I don't own so don't ask
W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy and male/male relationships. If you have a problem, than I suggest that you hit the back key now.

Notes: This is not beta-read. Any and all mistakes are mine.

A/N: This is the last chapter. Please don't get mad at me for this. I will continue on with a sequel I just would like to complete some of my open-ended stories.

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Enjoy!

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The Halls of Mandos felt neither cold nor warm, but those who wandered into the Great Hall to part-take in the festive mingling of feäs, the place felt warm and inviting and should it be dared said – alive as if they never had died.

The Doorman, Námo, and his wife, Vairë, have made 'living' in the Halls as comfortable as possible.

Right now they were entertaining the newest arrival. Vairë hugged the precious bundle close to her. Soft gurgling was emitted from the folds of handmade blankets, chubby little arms swung about as tiny fist were clenched tight. A tuft of silver blond hair laid flat against a perfectly rounded head.

"Don't become to attached, my dear," Námo said as they walked together to one of the preparation rooms.

"Oh, she's a joy! Are you sure we have to give her back?"

"Aye, my love. Besides, she is Thranduil's gift from his son, and now we must keep our end of the bargain."

Námo entered the room followed by his beloved mate. In the center of the room a ceremonial altar was erected. Runes of a forgotten language were carved into the grey stone.

"Stand in your place, love, the other will be here shortly," Námo instructed.

On top of the table a body lay unmoving, wrapped in the finest of silk. The chamber filled with as the other Valar joined Námo and Vairë. They circled the elf, extending there hands over the body. The gleam of light with the intensity of Arnor itself embraced the whole room until if faded. The silk wrap fell to the altar, sliding onto the floor.

A sad look was on Vairë's face – her arms now empty. Námo gather her in his arms as the other Valar congratulated them selves on successfully sending two feäs back to Arda.

"Weep not, meleth-nin," Námo said bending down to kiss trembling soft pink lips. "Tears do not suite you."

Vairë held on tight to her husband. The words he spoke were true. There was no need to shed tears for the returned feäs. This was a time of re-joycing.

The only matter that was left to do was watch and wait for Elrond to receive his reward, and for Thranduil to return to his family. The feäs that were sent back would ensure the king's stay in Middle-earth until it was time for him to sail.

oOo Namárie oOo

A/N: Yes, I know, it was quite cruel of me to end it there, but do not despair, I will have the sequel posted soon. Tell me what you think, who was it that the Valar sent back? Don't know. Well, stay tuned for the next part to find out.

Until then…

Nemesis

oOo Teaser for Never alone oOo

The whispers around Thranduil was making his head hurt. Elves didn't suffer the same ailments as Men but because of his near fading and coming back, Thranduil had been, as Elrond had declared, sick. Even the Peredhil family wasn't bogged down with something simple as a cold.

Thranduil stood to leave. He needed fresh air. He needed to be alone.

"Ada?"

"I'm going for a walk, Greenleaf, saes do not be concerned," Thranduil told his youngest.

Legolas nodded his head still watching his Naneth quietly walk out of the hall. He jumped when Haldir held onto his hand.

"He will be fine."

"No, he won't. I.." Legolas couldn't bring himself to say the words out loud. To do so would mean admitting the truth and the truth was Thranduil was going leave him.