Drooled over without
permission and inspiring, I take full blame for writing this. Additional
translation notes at the bottom. Also, this is my first shot at this pairing,
though I do so adore it! Yummy Elf on Elf…puuuuurr…enjoy and please review!!
'thoughts'
Sighing as he looked around, Legolas smiled slightly as he
took in their new surroundings. He grinned as he caught his friend's eye, then
continued his perusal of their surroundings. "So this is Imladris. If I had
known the land was so beautiful, I would have asked father to let me come here
eons ago!" he said with a laugh and grinned again as Calenglîr laughed as well.
"Well, I hear that the hospitality is something to see
here, Legolas ernilen," Calenglîr commented with a wink of his soft cornflower
blue eyes and a slight toss of his silver mane. "Wildlife is not the only exotic
thing here, I have heard say."
"Do you speak of young Arwen?" Legolas asked in curiosity.
"Nay, I speak of the twins, Elladan and Elrohir. Many a
heart has fallen for them. I wonder if you shall," Calenglîr mused teasingly as
he brushed a stray lock of his silver hair behind a pointed ear.
"Surely you jest! We have come here to represent my father,
King Thranduil, to Imladris! Not dally the Lord's sons or any of them!" the
blond prince replied somewhat laughingly, though his face was serious.
"My apologies, mellonen. I meant no offense, only jested,"
Calenglîr apologized, bowing his head slightly.
"None shall be taken so long as your remember our duties.
You may dally. But I shall not. This is too important," Legolas replied softly,
his eyes firm as they rode to the valley ridge. He smirked and glanced at his
friend. "I'll race you to the valley!" he cried before kneeing his mount into a
swift gallop, Calenglîr's surprised shout and laugh echoing behind briefly
before the silver haired warrior Elf joined his prince in the race.
~**~~**~
Laughing as they came to the edge of the valley's forest,
Legolas and Calenglîr slowed their mounts to catch their breath. The horses
tossed their heads happily, as exhilarated as their riders to have gotten the
race after a long dull journey.
But Legolas stopped suddenly, cocking his head. Almost
unseen, he and Calenglîr had their bows out and notched as they searched the
woods.
"You bring joyful laughter, strangers to Imladris. And yet
done so freely in unknown territory?" a soft voice called out near them as they
looked for the source.
"Is it wrong to enjoy what Nature has provided by the grace
of the Valar?" Legolas called back out, smirking slightly as he trailed keen
blue eyes over the shaded foliage around them.
"Nay, stranger, it is not. But it is folly to give away
your position when the Dark has been roaming of late." Another spoke out as two
figures appeared, arrows aimed at the two travelers.
"Would the Dark be allowed so close to Imladris? Surely you
jest! Unless it is that its guardians are not as it is said," the Mirkwood
prince asked archly as he put his bow and arrow away, then raised his hands
placatingly.
A bark of laughter left the newcomer on the right. "Well
met, stranger. Welcome to Imladris! I am Elladan, son of Elrond, Lord of
Imladris. This is my brother, Elrohir," Elladan said with a grin as he gestured
to his twin, who bowed his head in greeting.
"I am Prince Legolas Thranduilon of Mirkwood. This is my
friend and aide, Calenglîr," Legolas replied with a bow of his head, mirrored by
Calenglîr. "We have come as representatives of Mirkwood for Lord Elrond's
summons."
"Welcome to Imladris, Prince of Mirkwood. We will guide you
the rest of the way," Elrohir said with a soft smile before turning his steed
with his brother to start the journey into Imladris.
"It is appreciated," Calenglîr commented with a wink at
Legolas. The prince smirked back and just shook his head before following the
twin sons of Elrond into Imladris. So far, all he'd glimpses of were gray eyes
and chiseled features, for the helmets the two wore masked all else.
They rode along amiably, asking and answering questions as
they entered into the Last Homely House. Legolas and Calenglîr stopped speaking
as they looked around in awe, stunned by the beauty surrounding them. The twins
exchanged amused looks as they led the way into the main courtyard and were met
by Erestor and Glorfindel.
"Greetings, guests. To whom do we have the honor of
meeting?" Erestor asked with a smile as the four dismounted and their horses
were taken care of.
"Legolas Thranduilon and Calenglîr of Mirkwood." Elladan
said with a grin as he and his twin took off their helmets. A swift intake of
breath was heard very briefly, catching their attention, while Erestor and
Glorfindel returned the introductions and greetings. Elladan glanced over to see
Legolas watching Elrohir and him briefly before focusing sharply on Erestor.
Smirking softly, the twins locked twinkling gray eyes in triumphant amusement.
This was going to be fun!
The two advisors led Legolas and Calenglîr to be settled
and the twins went in an opposite direction for their own rooms and then a visit
with their father. Just as they were parting though, twin gray eyes locked with
curious blue before parting and going separate ways. The twins looked at each
other, then smiled softly. Some planning had to be done for the Mirkwood prince.
~**~~**~
With a soft sigh of pleasure, Legolas sank into the bath
water blissfully. "Oh by the Valar this feels good…" he moaned out as he sank
under then came up again after wetting his hair. He relaxed in the steaming
water before grabbing the soaps and washed himself. 'That is the one thing about
traveling…no time to bathe,' he thought as he scrubbed his hair before sinking
down again to rinse. When he came back up, he lay back against the stone lip and
let the hot water soothe him as he thought on the day.
Elrond had revealed to him the concerns on the rising
darkness and that he feared the One Ring had returned to Middle Earth. Legolas
frowned in concern over that thought as he ran his fingers through the wispy
trails of hair that floated around him.
'If the One Ring has returned, then all of us are in
danger. Elrond was wise to call this Council. I just hope people will listen,'
he thought darkly before getting out of the depressed bath and toweling himself
off. He put on one of the deep green robes that hung in the guest wardrobe, then
went into his guestroom to get his comb.
He sat down on his bed, closing his eyes peacefully as he
combed through his hair. He hummed softly, relaxing and failing to hear the soft
sounds of his door opening and closing. He was thus startled all of a sudden as
the comb left his fingers just as the bed dipped with the extra weight of two
people. He opened his eyes slowly as the soft scent of lavender mixed with the
smell of the woods floated to his senses. Looking up slowly as the comb was
gingerly run through his hair, he smiled softly as another gentle hand ran down
his right arm, caressing him with tingles. "I did not know that there was a
custom of the twins of Lord Elrond to come and relax their guests," he murmured,
his smile relaxing as he did.
One of the twins, 'Elrohir,' he thought, leaned closer with
a little smile. "Ada asked us to make sure you were comfortable. 'Tis only
proper that we show the Prince of Mirkwood true Imladris' hospitality," the twin
purred out as he ran his fingers through the damp golden locks.
"Do you suggest then that my friend will not receive equal
treatment because he is not a prince?" Legolas asked softly, only half jesting.
"Nay, Prince. We but wish to help relax you in this trying
time," the other twin, Elladan, replied softly as he leaned his head in to
nuzzle the wet locks. His eyes closed as slowly he gently fingered the opened
robe and pushed it off ever so gently.
Legolas slowly reached up and stopped the questing fingers,
eyes half lidded, yet saddened. "Nay. I can not allow this. I represent my
kingdom in this dangerous time and I will not fail our people or all of Arda,
just for a moment's reprieve of my duties and a small dalliance with two exotic
Elves," he whispered softly, his gentle tones sad, yet determined.
The twins looked at each other in surprise briefly as the
blond prince stood and moved fluidly to the window. Their matching gray eyes
took in the form of the one who had rejected their offer thoughtfully,
intrigued. Not many Elves or Elf maidens could deny the twin sons of Elrond when
they approached. The fact that Legolas had done so and successfully made the two
respect him even more.
"Mae govannen, Legolas Thranduilon. We shall take our leave
then at your behest," Elladan said softly, though there was the slightest hint
of amusement in his soft tones.
"But know this, Prince…our offer stands. And you have but
to ask," Elrohir said with a playful wink at his twin before they left.
Sighing heavily, Legolas leaned his head against the cool
stone pane. 'Aiya Elbereth…grant me the willpower to resist those two so I might
not lose my path in this battle,' he prayed silently. But even as he winged his
prayer to the unseen stars, he knew that he might not be able to resist such
tempting spoils. But he would indeed try!
TBC
Translations:
Mae govannen: Well met.
Ernilen: my prince
Calenglîr: Green Light
Ada: father
Mellonen: my friend
