Title: Hospitality pt. 3/?
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 hints, sap, humor, angst, dark, hinted
twincest, naughty imagery.
Pairings: Elr/Ell implied, Ell/Elr/Leg later.
Rating: Still PG-13, but it gets naughty!
Summary: Legolas is visiting Imladris for his father…what
he finds there in hospitality is quite unexpected!
Notes: Hey all!! Left ya hanging and I do apologize!! We
left with Legolas teasing those twins…now we get to see whom the better tease
is! Enjoy and please review!!
'thoughts'
Storming from the Council halls with an equally agitated
Calenglīr behind him, Legolas growled softly as he all but ripped his crown from
his head. He stomped into his rooms and, with a snarl of frustrated anger, threw
the metal band hard into a corner, filling the tense silence with a ring as it
clanged into the stone wall and floor. He growled softly as he began pacing his
room, ignoring the now concerned look he was earning from his best friend.
Rarely did the Mirkwood prince ever lose his temper. But when it was loosed,
even the trees bowed down to it.
"Those FOOLS! The longer we wait to do something, the more
power Sauron will gather! Wait for the Ring to appear indeed…who do they think
it is? Some kind of trinket that will bend to their peerless wisdom?" Legolas
demanded of the room, raging at the foolishness of the group he had been forced
to listen and try to lend his advice to.
"They know not what we have been through. Perhaps that is
why your father did not come and instead sent you, ernilen taur," Calenglīr said
patiently, his own ire having calmed in the face of his prince's rage.
"They know not? Of course they know not! They do not live
in our darkening forests, where our very existence is a fight for survival!"
Legolas all but yelled at his friend. He stopped and took a calming breath,
flushing with anger and embarrassment. "Forgive me, meldir…I meant not to take
my rage out on you," he murmured softly as he brought his troubled gaze up to
his friend's sympathetic one.
"Tis no trouble, meldir. I am your friend and advisor. I
did not take offense to your need to vent, for I feel it as well," Calenglīr
replied easily, grinning and earning a rueful chuckle from his friend.
"You know me well, meldir…hannon chen," Legolas remarked on
a sigh as he sank into one of the plush high back chairs that adorned his room.
He placed his head onto a hand, sighing again. "I do not know how Lord Elrond
puts up with their meandering and pompousness. We are all of the Eldar…surely we
could show some form of unity in the fight to stop the dark tide?" he spoke
softly, getting his thoughts out as they whirled around in his head, as chaotic
as his rage had been.
Calenglīr knelt next to his friend, placing a soothing hand
on a jiggling knee. Slowly, Legolas brought his troubled gaze to rest on his
friend as his agitation slowed and stilled. Smiling softly up at his prince,
Calenglīr suggested softly, "You need to relax, ernilen taur. Come and have a
bath and relax. We can go to the more public ones and perhaps you could persuade
one of the fair maidens to massage away your tension, hmm?" He grinned as
Legolas chuckled softly and shook his head in amusement.
"Save for the last, I think I shall take you up on that
offer. Come…let us go and relax in the springs," Legolas replied warmly as he
reached a hand down to squeeze the one on his knee. Calenglīr smiled in
agreement as he nodded and they both stood, still tense from the meeting, but
more than willing to partake of the known relaxing methods offered at the fair
vale of Imladris.
*~~**~~*
Talking softly as they walked into the shielded, yet public
springs, Calenglīr and Legolas made their way through the baths, looking for an
empty one, hands clutching the towels around their waists modestly. They
stopped suddenly, curious, as they heard soft laughter float up from one of the
more screened in springs as well as quiet talking. Moving over as they
recognized one of the voices, the two Mirkwood inhabitants peered in subtly,
their curiosity overwhelming.
"Really, Ada…you need to relax more!" Elrohir's laugh rang
out again as he sat behind his father, massaging the tense shoulders as his
father relaxed in the bath with his twin sons.
Elrond sighed heavily and shook his head. "Today was a
disaster. I can not believe what Galadriel suggested, yet I was there, hearing
it with my own ears," he said softly, then smirked as Elrohir pushed his
shoulders down again. He let his head fall back onto his son's lap, closing his
eyes as strong fingers worked into the tightened muscle. Elladan smiled softly
as he watched their father, then reached under the water and brought up one
slender foot to massage. The Imladrian Lord all but purred in pleasure as he
sank down a bit more; his arms propped up on his other son's knees as the twins
worked to relax their father with tenderness and patience.
Calenglīr smirked as he looked at his prince, who was
watching the scene intently, then licked his lips. He leaned in, whispering
softly, "I wish that I were either one of the twins or the Lord himself. I
wouldn't mind either." He grinned as Legolas snapped his head around, astonished
and blushing brightly.
"Or perhaps you would like to come out so that you are not
thought of as voyeurs," Elrond's voice floated out wryly as he sat still
relaxed, though his face was creased with a smirk. Elladan and Elrohir were busy
stifling their snickers as they worked on their father and waited for the
culprits to emerge.
Legolas shot a withering glare at his friend before
creeping out sheepishly. "I apologize Lord Elrond…neither of us was intending to
intrude," he said solemnly as he bowed his head while standing before the three
Peredhil guiltily.
"Well, well…the young Prince who would break up the Council
has turned into an Elf of good taste!" Elladan commented jovially, laughing as
Elrond splashed him in exasperation while Legolas' face flushed swiftly.
"He meant not to cause such a disturbance, my Lords!"
Calenglīr cried in defense of his friend as he stepped forward boldly.
"Sedh-pen beren. Ennas al-no eithad si," Elrond's voice
held a soft reprimand, yet a soothing tone as he sat up slowly, relaxedly.
Calenglīr flushed and looked down, murmuring an apology as Legolas watched the
Elf Lord with respect and a slight tinge of fear.
"Im thel-ū eithad an le egor i hūd," Legolas stated softly,
placing a hand before his friend to hold him back as he locked eyes with Elrond.
His voice became vehement as he stepped forward. "Im innas-ū bronia-talath-nin
an danna-vi na dśath," he whispered fiercely, eyes flashing firmly with his
anger and certitude.
Elrond held Legolas' gaze steadily for a few minutes,
allowing the space to fill with silence as he listened to the prince's words and
heart within them. He smiled and closed his eyes as he rolled his shoulders,
relaxing. "And it shall not fall, Legolas of Mirkwood. Galadriel had some
points, but she was forgetting that not everyone is protected with the powerful
spells of the Rings of Power." He opened an eye to gaze at Legolas before
bringing his face up to gaze at the youth. "We will find a way, I promise,
ernil-nin," he said firmly, smiling gently as Legolas visibly relaxed.
"Hannon-evyr, Elrond…hannon le," the prince whispered with
heartfelt sincerity as he smiled joyfully at the Lord of Imladris. Elrond
inclined his head in acceptance of the thanks, then smiled back.
Slapping the water lightly, Elladan smirked invitingly at
the two Silvan elves. "Come and join us, mellynen! I should think the hot waters
shall relax you very much!" he offered cheerfully, though his gaze locked with
Legolas and a brief feeling passed between them, wrought with hidden meaning.
Legolas smiled softly as he broke the spell by allowing his
towel to drop before sliding into the pool with the three Peredhil, followed by
Calenglīr. Elrond chuckled softly as he moved over to the other side of his son,
saying, "Come, Legolas…take use of Elrohir's talents. He is very good at
relaxing."
"As is Elladan," Elrohir demurred, smiling in delight at
the praise, and then shifted so Legolas could sit between his legs. He set to
work, chuckling softly as Legolas' head fell back as the blond groaned in
pleasure. He gazed down at the relaxing face, smiling softly as hazy blue met
his gray while he worked into the tight muscles. He looked up and grinned as
Elladan worked deep into Calenglīr's own shoulders, earning a purr of delight
from the swiftly falling Elf.
Elrond chuckled softly as he relaxed against the lip of the
depressed tub, watching them with a grin. He knew of his sons' fascination with
the Mirkwood prince, but also knew that Thranduil would not be pleased if things
were to become more. But, who was he to stop such things? He chuckled again as
Calenglīr began speaking to him softly about the council meeting, sliding over
to sit next to the Imladrian Lord as Elladan sank back into the pool and grabbed
a lazy foot from the fair Prince. 'Maybe I shall taste of Mirkwood's fruits as
well,' the Peredhel Lord thought in amusement as he spoke with the youth.
Legolas watched everything in a haze of relaxing pleasure,
melting under the twins' ministrations. He looked up again into Elrohir's eyes
and smirked as he saw the somewhat darkened cast the gray eyes had turned. The
Half Elf leaned his head down, whispering softly, "You look so delicious,
ernilen valthen. I would love to see what you are in the aftermath of your
climax." His voice purred in an erotic turn, causing the flaxen haired Prince to
moan slightly with desire. Smirking, the ebony haired Elf leaned back up and
caught his brother's gaze, speaking silently on his success.
Soon though, the group decided that becoming wrinkled from
the water was not needed and all left the baths gracefully, coccooning
themselves in soft robes of either brown or green. They spoke softly, laughing
here and there when a quick remark was made by one of their group. Parting ways,
the Imladris group went towards their wing while the Mirkwood party continued
onto their wing, both somehow knowing that something was about to change…for the
better.
TBC
Translations:
Ernilen taur- My forest prince
Meldir: dear friend
Mellyn-nin: my friends
Sedh-pen beren. Ennas al-no eithad si- Be still, bold one.
There is no insult here.
Im thel-ū eithad an le egor i hūd- I meant no insult to you
or the assembly.
Im innas-ū bronia-talath-nin an danna-vi na dśath.- I will
not endure my land to fall into darkness.
Hannon-evyr…hannon le. –Thank you very much…thank you
Hannon chen- thank you.
Ada- father
Ernilen valthen - my golden prince
