Fic for Lady Korana- Epilogue
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tarotgalAnd it's finished! Finally! :-) I hope the ending makes sense. I rewrote it, like, a dozen times and I think one of those middle versions worked best but there's no going back now. I feel like if I keep playing with it, it'll get even worse.So I hope it's all right as it is now.
Title:Currently Untitled Through the Years
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: G
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Disclaimer: Not mine! No money made! Please don’t sue!
Summary: A series of events in their lives.
Series so far: Prologue, Mislead, Torment, Deceit, Messages, Assistance, Mistakes, Certainty, Bliss, Trade Off, Regret
Epilogue
Gimli woke with a start. He scrubbed his face with his hand, looking around the sitting room. The fire had burned down to ash long before and there were not even cinders left with which to resurrect the flames. Without their dance, the room felt cold and lonely. Gimli was alone on the sofa once more, though he had been eased down against one of the cushions and covered with a thick, wool blanket that wasn’t keeping him as warm as it should have. Before he could sit up and inspect the lock on the door to see if Legolas had taken advantage and made another break for it, Gimli heard footsteps behind him.
Legolas settled on the edge of the sofa and handed over a large mug of what purported to be steaming liquid. At first sip, Gimli grinned and gulped down a mouthful of spiced ale. The spices went straight to his head. They made his nose run dreadfully, but Legolas was there with a handkerchief and an embrace. So by the time he was done with the drink, Gimli’s nose felt clear and he felt warm. “Thank you, elf,” he whispered into Legolas’ chest.
The elf gave a nod, then turned his head to the side and rested his cheek on the top of Gimli’s head. “It is the very least I could do, dwarf.”
But Gimli felt him twitch so slightly he could easily have pretended not to feel it. But Gimli knew better by now and knew what that urge meant. “How long until…?” he asked.
“Not long now,” replied Legolas. His voice sounded so heavy and full of emotion—longing, anticipation, ache, pain, and relief.
“All right,” Gimli said, giving his nose another rub for good measure. “Then come with me.”
It took some time to dig out of the snow. The path they’d made earlier so Legolas could get to the barn had caved in and been snowed over. But Gimli’s axe cleared the way as well as anything could, its smooth, silver edge shining against the wet, white snow drifts. And, luckily, the snows had ceased falling, allowing them some control and escape at last. Gimli grunted repeatedly, his range of motion inhibited at first, until he’d made room. And it was with freezing hands and numb feet that he reached the surface.
Shivering and sniffling, he did not regret the work for a moment as Legolas climbed out after him. Where Gimli sank into the snow like a rock, Legolas strode on top as though lighter than a snowflake. Legolas wrapped two cloaks around Gimli then held them in place with strong, warm arms and the body of a joyous elf.
No words needed to be exchanged in the silence and neither even dared to move. Gimli even held his breath for as long as he could, unable to feel the elf’s chest rising either. They stood and waited. No birds sang. No wind whipped past. No trees rustled. It was deathly still for moments on end, and Gimli dreaded that it would last one moment too many.
But then, just as Gimli was ready to burst with worry, the softest of glows came upon them. Gimli found himself looking into Legolas’ face, the soft peach complexion suddenly dancing before him. Those gorgeous blue eyes closed, light eyelashes resting peacefully against skin. The elf’s expression was one of pure bliss, beyond perfection, as if this were where he had been meant to be all his life. Like magic, Legolas lit up in the soft afternoon rays of the sun as it made its way to the west. It stretched out, washing over them both, beckoning Legolas to follow.
Gimli hadn’t needed Legolas to tell him how soon that day would arrive. He knew his lover was being called back. He knew Legolas would soon voyage away forever from this land that had been like a heartbeat to Gimli. He knew, perhaps even better than Legolas, what would happen to the elf if he did not go, and he would not see such suffering for all the world, no matter how romantic Legolas made the choice to linger here sound.
It wasn’t until Gimli sneezed that the realization struck him. The sneeze crept up on him slowly, teasing him and making him wish he’d pocketed the handkerchief instead of leaving it inside on the sofa. His breath hitched twice, and his eyes closed. It was then that Legolas pressed a bit of cloth to his nose and mouth. Then Legolas petted the back of Gimli’s head soothingly, letting him know it was okay to disturb the silence of the sunset with a sneeze. Gimli pitched forward, against Legolas’ chest, sneezing strongly.
Afterward, Gimli opened his eyes to see not just the handkerchief he’d left behind but Legolas smiling down at him. His head was turned away from the sun then. Though his face was in shadow, it was no less beautiful. Though the rays of dancing light competed for his attention, Legolas kept his gaze fixed on Gimli, making sure the dwarf was all right. And though a sniffle had never really gotten between them before, Gimli worried it might be different now that Legolas was being called.
“Careful,” Gimli said. “Too close and you’ll catch this from me.”
“If that is my fate, so be it. It matters not,” Legolas replied without a single care but with the warmest hug yet. With his arms wrapped so tightly around Gimli, it seemed as though they were one being. For, perhaps, they were.
It was at that moment that Gimli realized Legolas had to leave Middle Earth and had to take Gimli with him. For Legolas would not be satisfied in his heart until he reached the white shores. And he would not be complete without Gimli in his arms.
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Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: G
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Disclaimer: Not mine! No money made! Please don’t sue!
Summary: A series of events in their lives.
Series so far: Prologue, Mislead, Torment, Deceit, Messages, Assistance, Mistakes, Certainty, Bliss, Trade Off, Regret
Epilogue
Gimli woke with a start. He scrubbed his face with his hand, looking around the sitting room. The fire had burned down to ash long before and there were not even cinders left with which to resurrect the flames. Without their dance, the room felt cold and lonely. Gimli was alone on the sofa once more, though he had been eased down against one of the cushions and covered with a thick, wool blanket that wasn’t keeping him as warm as it should have. Before he could sit up and inspect the lock on the door to see if Legolas had taken advantage and made another break for it, Gimli heard footsteps behind him.
Legolas settled on the edge of the sofa and handed over a large mug of what purported to be steaming liquid. At first sip, Gimli grinned and gulped down a mouthful of spiced ale. The spices went straight to his head. They made his nose run dreadfully, but Legolas was there with a handkerchief and an embrace. So by the time he was done with the drink, Gimli’s nose felt clear and he felt warm. “Thank you, elf,” he whispered into Legolas’ chest.
The elf gave a nod, then turned his head to the side and rested his cheek on the top of Gimli’s head. “It is the very least I could do, dwarf.”
But Gimli felt him twitch so slightly he could easily have pretended not to feel it. But Gimli knew better by now and knew what that urge meant. “How long until…?” he asked.
“Not long now,” replied Legolas. His voice sounded so heavy and full of emotion—longing, anticipation, ache, pain, and relief.
“All right,” Gimli said, giving his nose another rub for good measure. “Then come with me.”
It took some time to dig out of the snow. The path they’d made earlier so Legolas could get to the barn had caved in and been snowed over. But Gimli’s axe cleared the way as well as anything could, its smooth, silver edge shining against the wet, white snow drifts. And, luckily, the snows had ceased falling, allowing them some control and escape at last. Gimli grunted repeatedly, his range of motion inhibited at first, until he’d made room. And it was with freezing hands and numb feet that he reached the surface.
Shivering and sniffling, he did not regret the work for a moment as Legolas climbed out after him. Where Gimli sank into the snow like a rock, Legolas strode on top as though lighter than a snowflake. Legolas wrapped two cloaks around Gimli then held them in place with strong, warm arms and the body of a joyous elf.
No words needed to be exchanged in the silence and neither even dared to move. Gimli even held his breath for as long as he could, unable to feel the elf’s chest rising either. They stood and waited. No birds sang. No wind whipped past. No trees rustled. It was deathly still for moments on end, and Gimli dreaded that it would last one moment too many.
But then, just as Gimli was ready to burst with worry, the softest of glows came upon them. Gimli found himself looking into Legolas’ face, the soft peach complexion suddenly dancing before him. Those gorgeous blue eyes closed, light eyelashes resting peacefully against skin. The elf’s expression was one of pure bliss, beyond perfection, as if this were where he had been meant to be all his life. Like magic, Legolas lit up in the soft afternoon rays of the sun as it made its way to the west. It stretched out, washing over them both, beckoning Legolas to follow.
Gimli hadn’t needed Legolas to tell him how soon that day would arrive. He knew his lover was being called back. He knew Legolas would soon voyage away forever from this land that had been like a heartbeat to Gimli. He knew, perhaps even better than Legolas, what would happen to the elf if he did not go, and he would not see such suffering for all the world, no matter how romantic Legolas made the choice to linger here sound.
It wasn’t until Gimli sneezed that the realization struck him. The sneeze crept up on him slowly, teasing him and making him wish he’d pocketed the handkerchief instead of leaving it inside on the sofa. His breath hitched twice, and his eyes closed. It was then that Legolas pressed a bit of cloth to his nose and mouth. Then Legolas petted the back of Gimli’s head soothingly, letting him know it was okay to disturb the silence of the sunset with a sneeze. Gimli pitched forward, against Legolas’ chest, sneezing strongly.
Afterward, Gimli opened his eyes to see not just the handkerchief he’d left behind but Legolas smiling down at him. His head was turned away from the sun then. Though his face was in shadow, it was no less beautiful. Though the rays of dancing light competed for his attention, Legolas kept his gaze fixed on Gimli, making sure the dwarf was all right. And though a sniffle had never really gotten between them before, Gimli worried it might be different now that Legolas was being called.
“Careful,” Gimli said. “Too close and you’ll catch this from me.”
“If that is my fate, so be it. It matters not,” Legolas replied without a single care but with the warmest hug yet. With his arms wrapped so tightly around Gimli, it seemed as though they were one being. For, perhaps, they were.
It was at that moment that Gimli realized Legolas had to leave Middle Earth and had to take Gimli with him. For Legolas would not be satisfied in his heart until he reached the white shores. And he would not be complete without Gimli in his arms.
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Date: 2009-07-10 03:44 pm (UTC)This entire series has been such a wonderful gift. I am beyond grateful and honored that you spent so much time and effort on me. Thank you! *HUGS*
(P.S. You couldn't have timed this post better if you'd tried. I desperately needed a distraction from the ongoing stress of what I'm calling Torchwood Trauma Week. Especially last night. I won't spoil you, but this little bit of lightness was desperately needed for my own sanity. So thanks for that too.)
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Date: 2009-07-10 03:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-10 04:02 pm (UTC)Oh, I'm sooooo relieved and pleased you like it!! I've had half the epilogue written since I wrote the prologue so I was able to keep it in mind while writing the chapters/middle.
>This entire series has been such a wonderful gift. I am beyond
>grateful and honored that you spent so much time and effort on me.
>Thank you! *HUGS*
Well, it's only fair since you've been so sweet about being laid back about my Christmas gift writing! Also I sent your other package out to you a few days ago and it says it was delivered yesterday. I think I will DIE if this third attempt doesn't reach you. Let me know if you got it or if I should start making out my will just in case LOL
I watched Day 1 last night. Holy cow. Some squee moments. Some "AH!!" moments. Some "huh? I'm not sure how I feel about that" moments. But from the non-spoiler-ish tweets I've been seeing, I'm in for a rough and emotional rest of series. I decided that there's NO way I'll be able to wait between episodes now so I'm going to download them all and THEN watch them. That way I won't have a heart attack as easily.
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Date: 2009-07-10 04:05 pm (UTC)Oh yay! Not too over the top then? I sort of worried I got carried away with that but I couldn't bring myself to strip it down during editing.
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Date: 2009-07-10 04:08 pm (UTC)It's probably wise that you're watching it early. Spoilers are rampant now. The mother of all spoilers overtook Michael Jackson's death on Twitter trending last night. BE CAREFUL if you want to stay unspoiled!
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Date: 2009-07-10 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-10 05:53 pm (UTC)Sending packages should NOT be this stressful! LOL
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Date: 2009-07-11 01:00 am (UTC)