14 Aug 2002
Title: A SPAMfic that should never have been
Author : Yoiko
Notes:*^_^* I actually wrote this back on February 5, and forgot all about it. Hope you enjoy it; it's a bit weird! *^_^*
Warnings: Spoilers for Gundam Wing and Lord of the Rings (all three books).
Disclaimer: I don't own either Gundam Wing or Lord of the Rings, and the characters and situations used here are not of my own invention. They are being used entirely without permission. This work is intended purely for entertainment, and is not intended as any form of disrespect whatsoever to the creators and rightful owners of these wonderful characters and situations, nor is it meant to be taken as a claim to copyright for the characters and situations which were not created by me. Also, not one red cent is being made off this fanfic (as if) .
Heero woke with a start, his heart still racing. He'd dreamed about it again--the war, self-destructing, fighting with Zechs. So much time had passed, and still his dreams were haunted by past violence.
Duo was still soundly asleep, which meant that it had been one of Heero's quieter dreams; he hadn't thrashed or cried out. He slid from the bed stealthily and smiled as Duo mumbled a protest and curled into the warm spot he'd left behind. After all the time they'd been together, Heero still never quite got over that half-awed feeling that crept over him when he looked at his lover... and after all this time, Duo still looked exactly the same. Heero had grown a shade taller, his body rangier, and his face had finally lost that last layer of baby fat, while gaining the faintest of laugh lines around the eyes and the slightest bit of weathering from the necessary evil of having to shave every morning. But Duo... Duo looked exactly the same. A childhood of malnutrition might explain the fact that he'd stayed the same height... but as for the rest...
It was a niggling thought in the back of Heero's head, a mystery which puzzled him from time to time. Annoyed, he brushed it aside and stumbled off to the bathroom, then to the kitchen. There was no way he'd be able to get back to sleep, so he might as well have his morning coffee.
It was only 2am. Heero groaned softly. Maybe if he read for a little while, he'd be able to doze back off again. He padded to the room they used as a combination computer room and study, and started looking among the bookshelves for something to read. Half the books were technical texts, which he'd already studied. But among Duo's half of the shelves was a large book, bound in red leather. With any luck, it would be interesting enough to read and yet boring enough to put him to sleep. He settled into his favorite recliner chair, pulled an afghan over his legs, and opened the book. The first page read:
"THE DOWNFALL
OF THE
LORD OF THE RINGS
AND THE
RETURN OF THE KING
(as seen by the Little People; being the memoirs of Bilbo
and Frodo of the Shire, supplemented by the accounts of
their friends and the learning of the Wise.)
Together with extracts from the Books of Lore translated by
Bilbo in Rivendell."
"This ought to do," Heero mumbled to himself, and began reading.
"Mm..." Duo murmured, arching his neck as the lightest of touches traced over his ear. "Heero?"
"No scars," Heero muttered.
"Nh?"
"Your ears are smooth."
"Mm. Got the round ears from my mother's side of the family."
"What?"
Duo's eyes flew open. "Huh?"
"Were you ever going to tell me?"
"H-Heero... what is it you think I should've told you?" Duo asked, then noticed the Red Book in Heero's arms, and bit his lip. "Um..."
"You haven't aged. You never need to shave..."
"I can explain..."
"Now would probably be a good time," Heero said.
"Not even a good-morning kiss first?" Duo asked, but Heero merely glared in reply. "Fine, fine. I'm a half-Elf. There. I admitted it. Happy now?"
"No. How old are you, really?"
"Um... not quite 3,000..."
Heero sat down abruptly. "But... how...?"
"Well, you see... um, did you read the whole thing?"
"Most of it."
"You know how there were Elves, right? And Dwarves."
"Yes."
"Um. And with Dwarves, you couldn't really tell the males from the females; they all looked pretty much the same. And you remember Eowyn?"
Heero was still mulling over the mind-boggling notion of male and female Dwarves having beards. "Eowyn. Yes. The girl who disguised herself as a man so she could fight... oh."
"Yes. Gimli was really the daughter of Gloin. And she and Legolas-"
"Are you saying-?"
"She and Legolas-"
"That's... impossible!"
"She and Legolas had me. That's why I'm so much shorter than the Elves."
"I think I'm going to be sick..."
"Mom only passed away 20 years ago, and Father's been distraught ever since. I think he still hasn't worked his way through his grief yet... but he's not really crazy, honest! He just... he was just overwrought..."
"Legolas?"
"Right."
"So what's your real name?"
"Estel. Dad named me after his best friend."
"And you became Duo Maxwell..."
"Well, nobody really survived the Massacre. But I really did stay at Maxwell Church for a while, and it just seemed natural. See, after your first hundred years, you realize that you can't just walk among Men openly. So every so often, we have to adopt a new identity and in this case, the Maxwell Church Massacre provided me with a plausible excuse to adopt a new name, without having to provide birth certificates or any of that other stuff."
"And Legolas is living under a different name now, too?" Heero asked hesitantly, his stomach sinking.
"Well, yes. You've met him. He still looks about the same, except these days he doesn't braid his hair. Has to hide his ears, you know."
"He's..."
"Mirialdo Peacecraft. The real Mirialdo died as a child, so Father took his name. And like I said, he really lost it after Mom died... I mean, he wasn't in his right mind when he tried to blow up the Earth. He said it was almost as bad as when Boromir was taken over by the Ring."
"What about the others?" Heero asked. Duo -- Estel -- looked at him searchingly for a moment.
"You look like you've had enough for one sitting," he said quietly. "I'll tell you the rest some other time. Ok, Heero?"
"One more question. Treize...?"
"What about him? What, are you worried that he'll pull a Gandalf and come back?" Duo laughed.
Heero woke with a start, his heart still racing. He'd dreamed about it again -- the war of the Ring, Elves and Dwarves. It served him right for reading Duo's fantastical storybooks instead of sticking to his technical manuals. All that imagination couldn't possibly be good for him.
He thought about getting up, maybe getting a cup of coffee. Instead, he turned on his side and drew Duo into his arms, his lips softly brushing over one perfectly smooth, non-pointed ear.
"Elves," he mumbled, and went back to sleep.
In the darkness, Duo smiled.
~the END~
(:./yoiko/spam)
