Title: Hospitality pt. 12/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Sadly, if they were mine damned if I would
share!! But they aren't so POOP!
Warnings: AU, slash, sap, humor, angst, dark, hinted
twincest, violence.
Pairings: Elr/Ell implied, Ell/Elr/Leg, implied Elrond/OC
Rating: R
Summary: Legolas is visiting Imladris for his father…what
he finds there in hospitality is quite unexpected!
Notes: Ah, almost done. Thanks also to MA for the beta.
Love ya! Enjoy and please review!!
'thoughts'
A gloomy silence seemed to cover the city of Minas Tirith
as if the very city was waiting on what the Dark Lord would do next. Many people
were going through the streets, cleaning up the bodies and rubble in a bleak
hush that spoke more of the grief that was going through the people of Gondor
than any wailing might reveal. But over all of them hung the shadow from Mount
Doom, its dark ash-filled presence speaking of the forthcoming terrors that
still lurked behind the blackened mountains that loomed nearby.
Gazing out over the battlefield that had set his heart into
further shadow, the pale Prince of Mirkwood clutched his cloak tighter around
his battle honed frame as he watched both the fire lit clouds that billowed
forth from the Black Mountains and the concentrated effort that was going on in
the city as the people tried to remove the stains of war from their broken city.
The next few days would bring about a decision on whether the world would fall
into shadow or they would be free, but preparations for that attack were still
in the finalization stage. The meeting earlier that day had put a grim
determination in all of them, but even still, Legolas felt a longing for it all
to be over with, for good or ill.
He watched the citizens of Minas Tirith once more as they
piled the fallen enemy bodies onto pyres of smoldering flames while they
reverently placed the brave guardsmen from their city and their allies on
stretchers, to be prepared for a proper burial. He could already tell that the
burial rites would be ongoing for weeks, if they survived.
If...they survived.
'All our hopes linger with two little Hobbits. How in all
of Arda will they succeed against such odds? Will we be able to do anything?' he
wondered for what seemed the hundredth time. Yet his heart could not answer his
thoughts, just as defeated and melancholy as they were. He hugged himself again
and shivered once more, remembering the brutal battles that had occurred on the
fields before him along with the countless other battles he had been in since
the start of the quest. He could feel the darkness from all that had happened
threaten to overwhelm him and his soul cried out in anguish as he fought it
back.
"Your spirit is darkened this night, melethen." Elladan's
voice wrapped around Legolas as comfortingly and surely as the strong arms that
came up and held Legolas close to the strong body of one of his twins. Legolas
melted back into his love, seeking the warmth and love there as he stared out
over the city towards the threatening mountain range that lay so near. Elladan
nuzzled his pale neck as he whispered, "Does the past haunt you or does the
future consume you?" (my love)
"Both...they drown me in despair..." Legolas murmured
darkly as he stared forlornly out. He looked up as Elladan straightened a bit
and locked eyes with his beloved. "The past reeks of death and darkness, while
the future is a void of uncertainty. What hope is there?" he asked bleakly.
"The hope of success for two little Hobbits and the love
that is held for you by us, by your family, and by your people," Elladan replied
tenderly as he placed a hand over Legolas' heart. He frowned sadly as Legolas
looked away. "Do you lose faith in the power of love, melethen valthen?" he
asked in worry as he tilted his head inquiringly. (my golden love)
"I lose faith in my own strength and merit of such love and
hope," Legolas mumbled sorrowfully as he returned his gaze to the molten range
before them. "The darkness is ever strengthening, threatening to throw us into
desolation and destruction and there is naught we can do but fight a
never-ending fight. I wish..." He sighed as he trailed off and looked down at
where his arms were pinned under his cloak and the muscled arms of his Peredhel
love. "I wish that I had never thought to accept such a charge as joining the
Fellowship. I do not have the strength any longer."
"You speak death words, melethen." Elrohir's voice was grim
and chiding as he came over to them, grey eyes narrowed in reprimand as he gazed
into the defeated blue of their blond lover's eyes. He placed his hand on
Legolas' shoulders and shook the younger warrior slightly. "You speak of what
you wish then? To die?" he asked softly.
Eyes widening before he looked away, Legolas stared at the
ground. "I do not know any more."
"You do not know if you wish to spend eternity with us? We,
who are ready to pledge our souls to the Eldar for you?" Elrohir demanded
softly, pleadingly as he tilted their love's face up.
Startled, Legolas looked first at Elrohir, and then Elladan
as realization hit him in the gut. "You...have chosen?" he whispered huskily,
sudden joy giving life to his heart and soul, lighting him from within.
Smiling lovingly at him, the twins nodded as one before
releasing their love and stepping back. They turned their gaze skyward and
Legolas also looked up to witness the clouds parting and a single star shining
brilliantly from the velvet sky. As one, the twin sons of Elrond spoke their
vows. "We, Elladan Elrondion and Elrohir Elrondion, do hereby declare our
decision, as is the fate of the Peredhil, to be one with the Eldar. Let our
souls be filled with the grace of Varda and the strength of Manwë in this our
choice and may we never fail to share our wisdom, skills, and love with those we
have come to cherish."
Legolas watched them in wonder as a pale light seemed to
surround the already comely figures of Elladan and Elrohir as they stood with
their gazes to the sky. As he watched, they seemed to grow in stature and grace,
their skin becoming as luminous as the stars that held their kinsman. A single
tear trailed down Legolas' cheek as he was given new hope and he silently made
his own vow in that moment. 'I vow to always be at their sides, in life or
death. Let us never be parted and may my heart always know their love.'
The glow slowly faded from around the twins and they looked
over at Legolas, smiling peacefully, welcomingly. Smiling radiantly back,
Legolas came forward, striding across the parapet as he moved into their hold. A
single kiss he exchanged with them each, but its very nature was ripe with love
and adoration. Pulling back, his blue eyes once more filled with determination
and unending love, the young Prince of Mirkwood led them back into their rooms,
his smile showing the promise that he knew he would fulfill multiple times that
night.
*~~**~~*
The road was long and dusty, filled with fear and grim
determination as the armies of Men from Gondor and Rohan headed for the Black
Gate of Mordor, led by Aragorn, Gandalf, Eomer, and their friends. Elladan and
Elrohir rode alongside both their foster brother and their beloved, faces grim
with the upcoming battle that would prove to be either the end or the beginning
of all things.
Grunting in discomfort behind Legolas, Gimli sighed. “Tis a
bright day for such dark deeds,” he murmured gruffly, almost sorrowfully.
“I know mellonen...but instead of focusing on the darkness
ahead of us, think of the light above us. Varda’s beauty guides us ever through
the night and shall do so even now,” Legolas replied softly as he patted Gimli’s
knee. (my friend)
Cocking a bushy eyebrow, Gimli looked up at the golden
silhouette and chuckled. “You see other stars than what is up in the skies, my
friend. They happen to be riding nearby. But aye, you are right. If ye look for
darkness, ye find darkness. But if ye search for the light, then it shall hold
ye through all things,” he answered warmly, smirking as Legolas looked over his
shoulder at him. “I look forward to continuing our tally, princeling.”
“As do I, mellon,” Legolas responded with a grin before
looking forward again. They came over the ridge and all stopped as they took in
the imposingly bleak sight of the Black Gate. Taking a deep breath to steady
his nerves, Legolas locked eyes first with Elladan and then with Elrohir, making
silent vows with them. Live together...or die together. But whatever happened,
they would be together.
*~~**~~*
The sounds of rejoicing still rang through the white city
of Minas Tirith as the defeat of Sauron produced celebration throughout the city
and lands. Legolas smiled as he looked out over the city and the fields, noting
the once more calm black mountains that had been the home to Sauron’s evil for
centuries. It was there they had battled the dark forces and distracted Sauron
just enough so that two little Hobbits could destroy the One Ring. It was there
that Legolas had thought that part of his heart would be cloven in two.
Hearing the soft shuffle of an approaching form, Legolas
looked over his shoulder and turned, frowning in reproach as Elrohir came
towards him, his braced arm in a sling. “You should not be up...you know what
the healer said,” he stated disapprovingly as he went over and wrapped an arm
around his lover’s waist. “And where is Elladan?”
“Speaking to the healer,” Elrohir replied lightly with a
grin, though there was pain in the grey eyes. He pressed a kiss to his blond
lover’s lips as he sighed in exasperation before they finished their trek to the
balcony edge. “I am fine, Legolas. I just need some air and to be around you,”
he murmured reassuringly as he nuzzled the blond’s neck.
“We will only stay for a little and then you are returning
to bed,” Legolas retorted, but he smiled as he rubbed his cheek against
Elrohir’s. He did not want to think of that battle where Elrohir had fallen with
an arrow in his chest and a blade to his thigh. Elladan had been at his twin’s
side immediately, as had Eomer, but Legolas had been on the other side of the
battlefield, protecting Aragorn’s back. It had been with horror as he had seen
his lover falling and many fraught nights as Elladan had treated his twin,
fighting the poison and infection that the loss of blood had resulted in.
Now, Elrohir was recovering, but had been ordered in bed by
the healer, Elladan, and Aragorn so he could heal and rest. He didn’t want for
pampering, but understandably he was restless. So Legolas was a bit indulgent,
since he knew how restlessness could become annoying. They both looked out on
the city, smiling as they saw the stars in the crystal clear sky. For the Eldar,
it spoke of the peace far more than what they had witnessed.
“You leave in the morning for Lothlórien?” Legolas asked
softly, finally breaking the silence as he looked up.
“Aye, to meet with Ada and...and Arwen,” Elrohir replied,
his voice hitching as he said his sister’s name.
“Aragorn is a good man, Elrohir. He loves her deeply,”
Legolas murmured before looking into his love’s eyes and smiling tenderly.
“She will still be leaving us for unknown realms,
meleth...she will still...be lost...” Elrohir whispered, his voice cracking with
his emotions as sudden tears filled his eyes. Legolas wrapped his arms around
his lover and held him close as Elrohir cried, grieving for his lost sister.
Another pair of strong arms wrapped around them, enfolding them in warmth and
love as Elladan joined them.
Calming after a bit, Elrohir smiled as his face was brushed
of tears by two separate hands as he looked up into twin pairs of loving eyes,
one set blue, the other set grey. Elladan brushed his hand through his twin’s
hair. “I thought I told you to stay in bed,” he commented with a grin.
“I was bored and wondering where our little golden one
went,” Elrohir replied nonchalantly, grinning as Legolas snorted in amusement.
He snuggled into their holds, petting them reassuringly as they did the same for
him. After a while, they returned inside and went to bed, cuddling before
falling into reverie. In the morning they would be parted for several weeks, but
for now they were one in mind, body, and soul.
TBC
