Seeking Samadhi

Title: Justice
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Elrohir/Legolas (implied), Elladan, Elrond
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Notes:  Written for  31_days  April 1st challenge: “We would all be fools to pray for justice.”

Three dark heads bend over the map. 

“Here.”  Elrohir's finger stabs down hard enough to wrinkle.

Legolas steadies him with a hand on his shoulder.  Elrohir shrugs him away.

“There are too many,” Elrond rubs his eyes.  “We know not who sent them.”  Meaning 'I cannot lose  more.'

Elladan cocks a brow.  “We know enough.”

“We must not rush in with swords drawn.” 

“We would all be fools to pray for justice!  I will not sit on my hands and do nothing.”

“You are no longer children,” Elrond sighs.

“So we ride.” Legolas' voice holds danger and promise.

Elrohir smiles.

Title: “In spite of everything”
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas/Elrohir
Rating: G
Notes: Written for 31_days July 19, 2008


I hesitate in the entrance.  Waiting. No longer certain of my welcome; no longer certain of anything. He looks up. His quill falls to the floor. He sits, still as his father's marble statues and as pale.

“Elrohir.” My voice, little more than a whisper, grates.

Silence between us, a chasm. Logs shift, flames crack. Smell of wood-smoke, ink, and parchment. Like him. Unable to bear his utter stillness, I kneel before him, take his cold hand. “Please.”

Cracks fissure through my heart. I have lost him.

Then, beyond hope, his hand on my head. “Legolas.” Forgiving. In spite of everything.

Title: Hours
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas/Elrohir  
Rating: G
Notes:  Written for fanfic100 challenge: 006. Hours

“There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined....” The Hours

One might think that to elves, unlike Men, years pass as moments.  Betimes 'tis true – but not always.  Though millennia have passed since Elrohir's eyes met mine across the courtyard, I remember every hour with perfect clarity.  Especially one.  Autum in Imladris; trees cloaked red and gold.  The air held the promise of snow.  He stood alone, gazing through the library window.  I came upon him there.  He shivered in the empty cold, but did not turn to me.  Until I reached out, placed one hand upon his shoulder.  Heat flowed between us and I knew – we were not alone.

Title: Outsides
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas, Elrohir, Elladan 
Rating: G
Notes:  Written for fanfic100 challenge: 005. Outsides

Hair black as pitch, pulled back and twisted in intricate braids which hung past broad shoulders.  Bright argent eyes sparkling with wit and wisdom – farther back, deeper in, longing and compassion.  Full lips quirked in identical smiles, holding just the barest edge of mischief.  Bodies sturdier than most elves; torsos well defined from countless hours spent in battle.  Arms lithe but strong as the steel they wielded.  Long legs slightly spread and planted firmly.  Neither were easy to unbalance.  Graceful, powerful, fell warriors and staunch allies.  Mirror images.  Even so, Legolas never mistook one of Elrond's sons for the other.

Title: Middles
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Elrohir/Legolas/Elladan 
Rating: PG
Notes:  Written for fanfic100 challenge: 002. Middles

Most of the time, being in the middle suited Legolas just perfectly.   He would blink awake at dawn, warmth surrounding him – nestled cozily between Elrohir and Elladan, dark hair and blond mingling on the pillows.  Many nights passed in mutual sharing of burdens and joys and the taking and giving of pleasure.  Legolas thought they had found equilibrium.  Until the balance began to shift and the middle was no longer a place of comfort.  In lieu of joy there was anger, in lieu of pleasure came recrimination.  No longer a haven, bed became an extension of battlefields.  Three were sundered.

Part One: Tuile – True Spring

The first day of Tuile dawned bright and clear. A breeze, lightly scented with roses and a hint of coming Laire drifted through the library where two dark heads bent over scraps of parchment. Quills raced over the page until the errant breeze rustled the curtains, then one slowed and finally stilled. A head raised, peeked surreptitiously out the window. Fierce whispers broke the silence.

"But Erestor..."

"Will never know if we're back before our lesson ends."
Two identical grins bloomed over matching faces and they slipped out the window, across the gardens and away.

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