May I ask for you to write a small thing with Elrond and Thranduil sipping wine together talking about their children's life choices?
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Elrond leaned back on the soft couch and closed his eyes, sinking further into the cushions. He felt a hand run through his loose hair and sighed quietly.
They had a certain kind of intimacy, did Elrond and Thranduil, a friendship that had grown and flourished over thousands of years until they were closer to brothers than friends. Equals. Thranduil had always been tactile, and Elrond, usually reserved in his affections, found it endearing and comforting. Since Celebrian had to go, he found himself starved of touch and Thranduil was plentiful with his affections.
Thranuduil needed the steadfastness of Elrond, the stoic strength the other possessed that was a pillar when the Elvenking thought he might crumble. He let the silk of dark hair fall through his fingers and watched it fall like water, slipping away.
“What are you thinking?” Thranduil asked after a long moment. In front of them, the wood fire crackled and illuminated them with a soft orange glow. Elrond’s face was a sunset.
The half-elf sighed and opened his eyes slowly to look at Thranduil. “I am thinking… that you will keep an eye on my sons as I will keep an eye on yours. I am realising that you shall be the only family they will have left here after Arwen… after. Well. You know.”
Thranduil shifted and pulled up his knee to his chest, resting his chin on it after taking a long sip of his sweet wine. “I know. She loves him a great deal, doesn’t she?”
Elrond pulled the blanket around his shoulders closer and drained his glass with little decorum. “As much as one can love another.”
Silence fell between them comfortably. The sounds of the forest did not reach them in Thranduil’s private rooms but the atmosphere of it did. Warm, cool, close and crisp, all at once. Whilst water called Elrond, the earth kept Thranduil.
“I did not expect Legolas to go,” confessed the king eventually. His friend opened his eyes and looked over at him, silently asking him to continue. Thranduil took in a few steadying breaths. “He was more his mother than I. The blood of the Silvans runs through his veins more than yours and mine, and why would it not? He never knew Gondolin, never ached for Doriath. Valinor does not call him as it does us, yet he leaves before this year’s end. It’s… unfathomable.”
Elrond reached out and took his hand, squeezing it. “You will follow one day. You will go home.”
Thranduil shook his head slightly, smiling sadly. “My home is at the bottom of the ocean. I cannot return to the Glittering Caves, or feel the breeze of the Cradle, or walk my uncle’s great halls. That is the home I yearn for sometimes. I am tired. This place has tired me.”
Elrond listened and let go of his hand only to refill their glasses with wine. “When you sail, it will be easier, it-”
“But how can I leave? I cannot leave my people without a leader and with Legolas gone, I have no heir.”
“You have Celeborn. He lingers and he will for many years. I believe he feels as you do. He is weary, but this is as close to Doriath as can be. Seek out him, perhaps.”
Thranduil let out a gentle laugh and began idly playing with Elrond’s hair again. “I love him dearly but he is a shadow now. This world has ruined him but he does not know how to part from it. I cannot hold him up as well as myself.”
Elrond looked down at his glass and traced the rim with his finger. “Well, yes. That is why I am asking you to keep an eye on Elladan and Elrohir for I think their grandfather will not, despite his good heart. Once Galadriel leaves, I fear he may Fade. He… well, he copes poorly with loss.”
“He lost his only child, Elrond,” Thranduil murmured, eyes glazed over as he began to lose himself a little to memory. “It must be the worst thing in the world.”
“You don’t need to remind me,” the other replied softly. “She was my wife. Is. Is my wife.”
“She waits for you, doesn’t she? You have a future with her, a bright future in Valinor.”
“So do you,” Elrond pressed kindly. “When you come too, you will find Legolas waiting for you. You will be reunited with your child one day.”
Coming out of his trance a little, Thranduil turned his soft gaze to his friend, hand still touching dark strands of hair. “You will not. They have all chosen a different path. How… how are you still so strong?”
Elrond’s chest rose and fell with a deep sigh and he blinked a few times. “They are happy and safe and all have a purpose. What more could a parent wish for?”
Thranudil closed his eyes as hot tears spilled silently down his pale cheeks and he shifted until he could rest his head on Elrond’s shoulder. “I’m selfish. I just want him to stay with me. I don’t want to lose my son.”
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